#but anyway i hope everyone reading this is having a fantastic day and if youre not i hope the better days come quickly

[writeroutoftime]

women run the world

pairing: anthony bridgerton x fem!reader (requested by: anon)

summary: after comforting eloise about a woman's lack to education, anthony makes a less than ideal comment that does not end well for him

warnings: none besides anthony's stupidity

words: 1.1k

a/n: another request from forever ago, but it is finally seeing the light of day! anyway, we love anthony, but sometimes he doesn't always think before he speaks, also this GIF just made me laugh and I thought it fit well with this fic lol. this was a lot of fun to write, so I hope you that you enjoy it! as always, please let me know what you think, and have a fantastic day!

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Dearest Reader, Even within the most ideal love match our society has to offer, there is always the possibility for miscommunication - as was the case between one Lord and Lady y/n Bridgerton. However, this author has discovered that Lady Bridgerton has set the record straight for Lord Bridgerton, and for that, she has my sincerest gratitude. Lady Whistledown's Society Papers

Eloise slammed her book shut, groaning in frustration, which pulled you and the other Bridgertons from their own little bubbles.

"Whatever is the matter, Eloise?" Daphne asked calmly, looking up from her newest arrangement on the harpsicord.

With a dry chuckle, Eloise opened her mouth. "Why is it that the men in this country are afforded every opportunity for education, yet so many of them squander it when there are countless women dying for a chance to continue their education? I mean, what do I have to do for a chance to go to university?" she ranted.

"We live in a time where those in charge have small minds, and are fearful of what women could do if given the chance to achieve more." you offered gently, knowing the reasoning would do little to soothe her anger. "I happen to think you would thrive at university, and I know you could show everyone that us women are just as equal as men."

Before Eloise could offer her thanks, an almost indistinguishable chuckle came from the chair next to you. Your head immediately whipped to the side, eyes directly on your husband as he continued to read his newspaper.

"Was there something amusing that I said?" you dared to ask, voice low and spine stiff.

Anthony folded his paper before looking back at you. A whisper of a smile still on his lips. "I simply find the thought of women at university alongside men an outlandish thought." he began. "Do you not think women would already be allowed in if there was this equality between the sexes? I mean there are distinct physical differences, so it goes to reason that there would be differences in other areas as well."

The moment the words left his lips, the entire room went silent, and all seven other heads in the room snapped towards Anthony in varying degrees of shock. The women looked appalled at the words their brother had spoken while Colin and Benedict (and even young Gregory) shook their heads, knowing Anthony was in for it.

It was no secret to the Bridgerton family, nor to the ton, that you held rather "revolutionary" ideas about women's equality and place in society. At least, you thought the Bridgerton family knew, but it seemed as though your husband did not fall into that category.

Jaw tense, you took a deep breath, trying to find the apprioate words for this situation. "Anthony, is that how you truly feel?"

It was as though Anthony sensed he had misspoken, but was unable to stop the words that tumbled out of his mouth. "I-I suppose so."

The anger melted off your features only to be replaced with an eerily calm look as you spared your husband a glance. "You're right, my dear, there are distinct differences between our two sexes. In fact, you have just proven mine and Eloise's point that our society is ruled by those with small minds. If you could only see that the world around us would not function without the women in your life. The fact that you seemingly do not see that makes me question who it is I married. Excuse me." you finished before you stormed out of the drawing room and towards your bedroom.

Silence permeated the drawing room, and no one knew what to say next. Anthony sat frozen in his chair, staring at the spot you had just been in, unsure how the conversation had spiraled in such a direction. Unsurprisingly, it was Eloise who spoke first, directed towards her eldest brother.

"Truly unbelievable, brother. Are you going to continue to sit there or are you going to go after your wife?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

To his credit, Anthony had the decency to look sheepish as he slid off his chair and went to go after you, leaving his younger siblings laughing at his expense. Though none of them followed either of you, they could only imagine the scolding her would receive.

Anthony hesitantly knocked on your bedroom door, pushing it open slightly after a few moments with no response. "y/n?" Anthony prodded, peaking into the shared room. His eyes fell on your curled up figure on top the bed and he sighed heavily. "My love, I wish to apologize."

"Apologize for what? For what you said or because you made me angry?" you tested, wanting Anthony's apology to be genuine and for the right reasons not because he was told to.

Your husband looked frozen in shock, and you watched as the gears in his mind worked overtime to figure out the correct answer. "Uhhh, both?" he finally answered, though it came out more like a question.

With a huff, you crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes. "Is that what you truly believe, Atnhony? Because if it is I don't know how this marriage is going to succeed. I thought you knew what I believed when we agreed to be together. Or was that all just to placate me in order to wed and bed me?"

"No, no, that's not true at all!" Anthony rushed to get out, and in an instant he was kneeling by your side. "y/n, I know my words were pigheadish and utterly inappropriate. I suppose I sometimes let the opinions of the ton guide my thoughts, even when they are wrong." he began, quickly holding up a hand before you could interject.

"I know, I know that does not excuse my actions. I want you to know that I fully support you in all possible ways, and I love you for your mind." he told you, offering a gently kiss to your knuckles. "You may scold me as long as you see fit, but please know I am by your side in all manners."

You were silent for a few moments, analyzing and decoding Anthony's confession. But you knew by the way his eyes soften and looked up at you with love and adoration he was completely sincere. Of course, that doesn't mean you still couldn't have your fun.

"Good." you simply said, leaning down to hover mere inches from Anthony's lips. He gratefully moved to close the gap, but you placed your hand on his chest to stop him. "Because women run the world, Lord Bridgerton. And don't you forget it." you whispered before you pushed away and left the room, leaving Anthony panting with a shiver down his spine as he watched your retreating form.

#anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #rita writes

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil!

I don't want to sound like a killjoy, but I'm concerned about David Tennant's family being involved in the second season of Good Omens (or Michael Sheen's partner Anna Lundberg in a future season three). I absolutely have nothing against them, I loved Staged just like everyone else, but this is exactly the matter for me: casting them in the series would automatically make me think about Staged or something else while I'm watching GO, and it would distract me from the plot and the magic of it. It would feel somehow like a family reunion, no matter how talented they are as actors (not to mention that there would be nepotism accusations, above all against David. I hope this won't affect the popularity rating, since season three is still hypothetical). I'm not the only one who thinks this might be an issue, from what I read on blogs here on Tumblr (and on the Internet in general) but I feel like there's a sort of tension, like people are scared to say it out loud, because some fans get the wrong idea and accuse them of hating Georgia or Anna or Ty (and that's why I'm asking this anonymously, I don't want to start a fight). I hope you get what I'm saying, it only felt fair to me to let you know whatever concerns some fans might have, and maybe even give you a perspective you weren't considering? Of course you have the last word on this, and if you think this is not a big deal, I trust your judgement.

I wish you a fantastic day! (And sorry for my English, I'm not native, I tried my best!)

Yeah. So, I find that a little creepy, not very creepy, but definitely a bit.

I thought we were lucky to get Peter Davison in Good Omens 2. (He didn't audition. We offered him the part, as I've been a fan of his since 1978, and All Creatures Great and Small. He crushes it, and is heartbreaking, funny, and still somehow the moral compass of the episode he's in.) Ty Tennant auditioned, along with a number of other actors, and got the part because he did it best. (I didn't know who his family was when we cast him. I just liked the audition tape.)

If you're hunting down family connections, David's mother-in-law, Ty's grandmother, Sandra Dickinson, is in the Audible Sandman, too, as one of the Three Witches/Fates/Eumenides etc. And she was cast in it two years before David Tennant (although probably around the same time Michael Sheen was asked to be Lucifer). (I've been a fan of Sandra's since she was Trillian in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in 1981.)

Anyway, I'm sorry you're worried about Peter and Ty's performances, although I promise you have nothing to worry about, and I'm sorry that you worry that our possibly casting Georgia and Anna in a hypothetical and not-yet actually a real thing Season 3 might make people think of Staged and make them not able to enjoy Good Omens any longer. (Had I known people were this easily shaken I wouldn't have appeared in Staged either, in case my name at the front of Good Omens shattered the fragile illusion and revealed to people that the David Tennant and Michael Sheen who play Crowley and Aziraphale are actors.)

Starting in 2017 I was the recipient of mind-mangling quantities of Tumblr abuse for casting David Tennant and Michael Sheen as Aziraphale and Crowley, which was, many people made very clear to me, the worst casting in the whole entire utter history of casting, and something that Good Omens would never recover from, because for a start neither of them looked like the versions in people's heads, and I'd also miscast them badly because everyone knew that if you had to cast Sheen and Tennant, Michael had to play Crowley and David had to put on some weight and play Aziraphale. (It wasn't until May 2019 that people stopped grumbling.) So people worrying I'm going to cast Anna and Georgia in a season that hasn't even been commissioned in parts that haven't been written just makes me smile.

I hope this helps.

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

All Kinds of Trouble

Alfie Solomons x Reader, Fluff, 1.2k words

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Hi guys!! Ok so maybe hiatus is over? I'm trying to be gentle with myself and not hold myself to high standards in posting schedules. Again, therapy and Bar prep are a lot to handle rn, but I was able to do this little piece! This is based of a request sent in by my sweet friend @jassiefayee !!!! I hope you enjoy this angel!! Anyway, love you all so much! Have an amazing day!

Alfie didn’t find peace in many things. The business and all. Made him toss and turn at night, and in the daylight caused him to explode from the pure idiocy of people around him.

But walks in the park with Cyril? Now that gave him peace. With Cyril by his side, anyone who may have wanted to cause trouble stayed far away. Cyril’s imposing stature and mean looking face kept many men looking to scrap at bay, but little did they know that Cyril was by far the sweetest dog in Camden. And the fresh air did Alfie good. Being out in the park, feeling the breeze, hearing children and birds milling about created a sort of temple for him. A quiet place for him to let his mind rest, talk to himself (or God if he had a particular question), or just hum to the beat of Cyril's paws on the ground. This was his rest. This was his peace.

Now it should be noted, that one of the reasons that Alfie loved this particular park was that it was free of distractions for both him and Cyril. While Cyril was a very sweet and good natured dog who hardly ever caused an unnecessary ruckus, he was still a dog. And dogs have this strange habit, if not fantastic ability, to completely change the course of their owner's life.

So it was during a brisk walk on a fine November day where Alfie was suddenly pulled with all the force of heaven’s angels by Cyril’s lead through the park. And just as quick as he was yanked he was halted, nearly tripping over his boots and coat, and falling into Cyril and what might possibly be one of those treacherous angels.

It had become a relatively new habit for you to take a few moments of your day to sit in the park. Whether strolling, reading, or simply listening to the music of the city, you found the meditative state you entered in the park particularly divine. Spending all day cooped up in the house was not doing anyone any favors, and your mother insisted that you look at the sky, breathe in fresh air, or do something to get your energy out. And you enjoyed the respite from your family’s eyes and ears, and the view you caught of other people’s comings and goings. Often making up stories for the familiar faces that passed your eyes.

You had seen Mr. Solomons and his a dog before. It was hard to miss them. Both imposing. Even if Mr. Solomons wasn’t physically too tall, the air in which he carried himself made him seem absolutely monstrous. And the dog he walked along with came with a silent stature to match. When you mentioned to your mother that Mr. Solomons frequented your park, she all but forbid you to go to the park again. He was dangerous. A brute. Nothing good was associated with him. He was an animal. Damned.

Everyone in Camden had a story about Mr. Solomons. Even if they personally had never met him, they knew someone who knew someone who had crossed his path and suffered greatly. Fewer than those who crossed his path, were the women who had the pleasure of spending an evening with him. Demanding. Particular. Incredibly cross with hardly a smile crossing his firm mouth and creased brow. You had heard them all, many a time. And each time you heard the stories more fantastical and gory and outrageous they became. From the way the neighbors spoke of him, he might has well been an ogre who ate good men for supper. A confidant of the devil himself.

Yet those stories never deterred you from letting your eyes wander over to him when he made his way to the park. Surely observing doesn’t damn one’s soul right? And wondering if stories are true surely cannot condemn. Besides, he was never close enough to truly make a difference. A glance and gaze and thought were all that you experienced with the fearsome King of Camden. Until this afternoon, when that monstrous dog came charging at you with a gleeful and slobbery smile. And for whatever reason you never moved from your seat. You stayed planted on your spot on the bench, waiting for whatever was to come. And your supposed attack was merely a disgusting kiss to the neck and chin from the dog, and happy pants from it as well. It’s master, cursing and bellowing at hundred pound puppy who was uninterested in the threats of its flustered master.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the reddened face of Mr. Solomons, clearly out of breathe from the exertion of the sudden chase. “Mr. Solomons are you quite alright? Do you need to sit?”

“Hmm? No, no don’t worry about me angel, m’fine. This damn dog knows better than to run full force in a park. You alright love? Hope Cyril didn’t scare ya.”

You smiled warmly at him, and he was convinced he must have died in the chase and gone to Heaven. Your sweet eyes and tempting lips all too pretty to be here in Camden. You scratched Cyril’s ears before answering, "Oh no Mr. Solomons, I'm fine. Cyril here is very very sweet."

"Now treacle, I think I'm at a disadvantage. Don't like that at all me. Now how is it yeah, that you know my name and now my dog's name... but I don't get to know your name sweetness?"

With a quirked brow you answer, "Oh Mr. Solomons, everyone knows your name. The ferocious King of Camden, and his demon dog. Lots of tales about you Mr. Solomons.”

Alfie allowed himself a smile at your cheek, “Lots of stories eh? Which one is your favorite?”

“The one where you bested the devil himself in a game of chess and won the keys to hell.”

Alfie made himself comfortable next to you on the bench, making sure that his thigh touched yours, “Is that so? Your mum tell you that little one?”

You shook your head, “No sir. She told me I wasn’t to go near you.”

“And yet here you are, talking to bad men. Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty ain’t you?”

“It’s fun to be naughty sometimes. Don’t you agree Mr. Solomons?”

Alfie couldn’t help but bring his shiny rings to your cheek, taking stock of your face. You never flinched away, keeping fiery eyes locked on his. He hummed a tune you didn’t know, and stated, “There’s an opera tonight at 8. You’ll come with me. Wear something nice.”

“I don’t go to operas with strange men.”

“I don’t go to operas with strange women. Yet here we are sweet. I thought you liked being naughty.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his brazenness. In truth, you couldn’t believe you allowed yourself to get this far. But it was too delicious to let go now. “You’ll pick me up on the corner of 10th and Victoria? At 6pm.”

“Now what will I do with you for two hours before the play treacle?”

You shrugged, “Show me how the King of Camden has a good night.”

Alfie laughed heartily, “Fuck me you really are a bad little thing aren’t you. Alright sweetness, I’ll pick you up there at 6. And let’s see what we can get up to.”

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x y/n #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic

[kelppsstuff]

HI MOOTIEE anyways I got smth for ya

Of course it's Adam cause YEA.

what if Adam and his goth girlfriend who is an angel of course can be fluff can be smut anything you want

Thanks mootie have a wonderful dayyy

HIIII MY BELOVED!!!! Ahhhh I hope you like thissss I enjoyed working on it! Have a fantastic day for everyone reading! Also I low-key think I’m turning into a slut with all the smut I’ve been writing recently 😭

“Looking Pretty!”

Adam x Goth gf reader

Masterlist

Warnings: blow job

Taglist: @adamsfavoritesinner @sashaphantomhive @leathesimp @ladyninggs @michelleszn @sirenetgeblogger

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Adam had first met you when he was on stage performing at a concert. You saw you next to Lute singing all the lyrics on the top of your lungs. He threw two guitar picks y’all’s way, one for each of you and moved on to the other side of the stage.

After the concert had ending Lute introduced you two. You were her sister, and he was her boss.

—

“Sir?” Lute called out to her boss. She was behind stage and wanted to introduce her best friend to her sister. “Yeah danger tits?” Adam asked looking over his shoulder for a spilt second. He was signing autographs for girl and guys, and even little kids.

“I’d like you too meet someone if you’d have the time.” Adam brain flashed to you and Lute together in the audience. Shirley his lieutenant. wanted to introduce him to you. “Sure thing. I’ll be back ladies.”

He and lute walked over to where you were, talking to the drummer. Adam felt his eye twitch. Said drummer always pissed him off — copied Adam 24/7.

“Y/N. This is Adam.” Lute said, taking your attention away from the drummer. You looked to the first man and felt a whole bundle of nerves and excitement gather in your stomach.

“Hi! I’m Y/N!” You stuck your hand out and Adam took it. “Never expected to see a big toy goth girl in heaven.” Leave Adam to be… Adam.

Lute was screaming in her head at Adam. That was her SISTER. And what if you said something slick back?! That’s her BOSS!

“Guess I’m special.”

“Sure babe, but you ain’t better than me.”

—

The thing that made Adam really start to notice you was your outfits. He loved all the necklaces you would wear, loved the make up you did most days. He also loves your fishnets.

He couldn’t count how many times he gotten hard when you would walk around in them. It gotten that porn wouldn’t even help him anymore, but the thoughts of you did.

Adam had invited you to every one of his concerts, and even if Lute didn’t show, you still did. You were his biggest fan, his biggest supporter.

—

Adam had to be on stage in thirty minutes and every thing had started to go wrong. First his guitar wasn’t in tune. Next his singer called out last minute, something about forgetting an date. So he would have to sing, and his throat had been hurting all day. Then he couldn’t find his mask. And finally while he was trying to calm himself down, there was knock at his dressing room door. He couldn’t get a fucking minute alone.

“Fuck off!” He shouted, trying to tune his guitar. But the person didn’t fuck off. You opened the door and poked your head through the door. “Need help?” Your eyes widened. You hadn’t ever seen him with out his mask.

He was handsome safe to say. Rich brown hair, golden shimmering eyes, and a stubble that suited him. He wore black ripped jeans and a white tank top, typical rockstar outfit.

Adam glared at you but the ultimately decided you could be useful. “Come here.” His voice had a certain chill, it sent shocks of excitement down your spine. You walked over to him, and stood waiting for what he needed.

Adam looked you up and down and silently cursed. You wore a short ass skirt, with a crop maroon tank top — that did a poor job in hood your tits from spilling in Adams opinion. The platforms you wore, made you a bit taller but Adam still towered over you. And you wore those fucking fish nets.

Adam sat you down on the couch and put his guitar in your hands. He got behind you and put his hands over your own. You noticed he wasn’t wearing his gloves, you had also noticed how vain-y his hands really were along with his fore arms. “Do you know how to tune a guitar?” His breath fanned over your ear and blowing you hair the faintest bit.

“No,” you went to turn your head around to him but he grabbed your chin with his hand and pushed your head to look back at the guitar. “You see these nobs? The make the strings tighter and loser.” Adam reached into his back pocket, pulling out his phone.

Once he had his tuning app pulled he placed said phone your thigh. He didn’t move his hand away from it, at least not before gripping your fishnets, wishing to tear them.

“Adjust the nobs accordingly and the app will tell you if it’s in tune or not, and if it needs to be looser or tighter. Understand?” You nodded your head, and he reluctantly pulled away from you.

He started to look around for his mask. He couldn’t preform without it. He was surprised that he was comfortable with you seeing his face. Despite that, he knew he wouldn’t be comfortable performing without it.

You started to tune his guitar, slightly confused at first, but slowly got the hang of it.

Adam had trouble finding his mask. He would look at you and think thoughts that would, we’ll send him to hell probably. When he would look away — after telling himself to stop being creepy — it wouldn’t be long till his eyes were back on you. So yeah, he couldn’t find his mask.

You looked up over to him and saw him staring directly at you. Placing the guitar on the couch you got up and walked over to him. Normally you would be wearing necklaces that would move with your steps but he took notice in your bare neck.

“It’s tuned.” He hummed and acted on his intrusive thoughts. He pulled you closer to him by your neck. “You know what would compliment this outfit? A collar.” His hand wrapped around your neck, and squeezed the tiniest bit, his veins bulging.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you tired to find your next words. “What kind?” Adam took another step, you chest now pushing against each other. “One with my name on it.”

Cocky bastard.

"20 MINUTES TILL SHOW TIME!” Someone called out from the hallways. Adam clenched his jaw in annoyance. “Ya wanna suck me off before I go on?” He said in a joking tone, but holy fuck that would take away about 85% of his problems. He was pent up. He wasn’t expecting you to do anything. You’d always brush away his sexual comments, which unsurprisingly was more often than not.

You raised a brow and started to unbutton his pants. “You have twenty minutes.” His hand on your throat tightened and you started to get on your knees.

You brought the zipper and started to pulled down with your teeth. Most girls he fucked tried to act innocent. Always looking at the package he had to offer as if it was the first dick they seen. But you — you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes begging. Like a fucking slut. You pulled his pants down a little — along with his boxers and started to pump him. Getting him hard but you did need to do it for long — seeing as he was already leaning precum.

Fuck if he had twenty minutes he was gonna make it worth it.

“I’ve gotten a hand job before babe, I prefer a blowjob.” He really couldn’t shut his mouth.

You brought your lips to his shaft and started to kiss him gentle, and so soft he shuttered. You continued to move you hand as you slowly took him in your mouth.

Your mouth was warm and you started to suck him off. You couldn’t fit him all the way in your mouth — fulling his ego more — so you made up with the inches you couldn’t fit with your hand.

Your hand twisted around him and you sucked harder, making him throw his head back in a groan. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the moan wanting to escape.

“10 MINUTES!”

It was like a switch in Adam. He started to thrust into your mouth, desperately trying to release his frustration. Spit started to fall past your bottom lips — fuck, I need to be neat, you thought, insanely hot, Adam thought. You rest reached up and started to play with your nipples with your now free hands.

You could feel your gag reflex kicking, tightening your throat up. That had done it for Adam. “Fuck!” He poured himself into your mouth. Some dripped onto you lips and chin.

You looked up at licking you lips and wiping your chin with your pointer finger, before sucking that as well.

You throat had started to become sore. “THREE MINUTES! ANYONE SEEN ADAM?!” You looked to the door, but something caught your eye. Adams mask was under a desk. You crawled to it, seeing as it wasn’t far.

“If you don’t get up right now, I’m fucking you.”

You rolled your eyes and got up, handing Adam his mask.

Adam was wrong, it didn’t fix 85% of his problems. It fixed 100% of his issues. “TWO MINUTES!” That send Adam into over drive, but before he could put his mask on you grabbed his chin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Your lipstick was ruined, but a kiss mark still showed on him face. “See you out there.” You grabbed tissues and walked out. Adam not far behind you.

—

Once the concert was over, Like normal you went to find Adam backstage. You stood behind him as he signed autographs. Your feet started to hurt from wearing play forms all day. Adam seemed to take notice.

“Take your shoes off.”

“And walk bare foot on this ground?” You raised you brow to him as if he was insane. Adam rolled his eyes and bent down on one knee in front of you.

He started to take your shoes off, you did little protest, happy to get them off. He then took off his own shoes and put your feet in them. Tying them tightly so they wouldn’t fall off.

Fans started to look in shock, people started to take photos while other glared in envy.

You kind of half expected Adam to wear your shoes — you didn’t know why — but he didn’t. He carried them for you and when you two left the building he slung an arm around you. “So this means we’re dating.” Even though it didn’t sound like a question, it was.

“If you can get Lutes blessing, sure.”

—

Fuck. Adam hadn’t tried to ever convince someone of something so much before. He spent a total of 5 months proving himself to Lute. Proving himself to you. He could see why Lute wouldn’t trust him. He was a huge playboy but in those five months he gave that up. Only wanting one.

So when Lute gave him his blessing to date you, another five months later he was asking for your hand in marriage. To which you both called him deranged.

—

Ahhhh I hope that was good? I feel like the ending was rushed so I may edit this sometime in the future

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #masterlist #x reader #adam hazbin hotel #adam is actually hilarious #adam x reader #goth #goth reader #goth gf #Adam x goth reader

[hotchgirlsummer]

i'm a mess but

⤷ aaron hotchner x reader

summary ⤷ Aaron has this date all planned out but things seem to fall apart and they're forced to improvise.

pairing ⤷ aaron hotchner x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings ⤷ fluff! slight angst - reader opens up about her horrible dates. aaron mentions haley, her death, and how he feels about it (briefly). not a warning but jack and jess make an appearance!

word count ⤷ 7k words

a/n ⤷ HELLLOOOOOO! i wasn't really expecting the first part to blow up but the support and love i received in my first bimbo!reader fic was so overwhelming 🥺🥺🥺 thank you to everyone who read the first one and i hope this second part lives up to your guys' expectation and to your liking. i received three requests involving aaron and bimbo!reader so i'll be working on the two before incorporating the third request in part three of this saga! also i have a possible plot for spencer reid x bimbo!reader and i'm trying to gauge if you guys would be interested in that? as always, feedback is appreciated. have a day as fantastic as yourselves!!! ❤️❤️

masterlist | part one: mess of mine

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“And just as a reminder, we will be having the weekends off for this month as Strauss has deemed we deserve a break after the continuous cases that took away most of our time,” Hotch reiterates before they end their final meeting for the week. This announcement was met with cheers and applause by the rest of the team. “Anyway you can have them extend our weekends off for the next, say, 12 months?”

This time Hotch cracked a smile as he gathered his files and into his folder as he shook his head, “Only way you can have that is by making a wish to a genie.” The team looked among themselves, each of their faces etched with surprise and amusement as they rarely got to witness their unit chief ride in on their jokes; behind their entertained expressions, they were curious as to what prompted this change. Rossi schooled his expression as well, despite knowing about the cause for Aaron’s welcome change in demeanor, he knew that his friend wanted to share the little ray of sunshine he found on his own terms. “If there’s nothing else, you all are dismissed for the rest of the week. Have a good one.”

As the team slowly dispersed out of the room, Hotch found Rossi smirking at him to which he raised an eyebrow at him, “Penny for your thoughts, Dave?” To which the mentor looked around the round table to ensure that everyone but them had left, “So, I’m assuming tonight’s the first date then?”

The faintest shade of red littered Aaron’s cheeks as he nodded and exited out of the room, “Tonight is the first date, yes. I’m picking her up after her shift at 7.”

Rossi looks at his watch and smiles upon seeing that their unit chief had a solid hour prior to picking up his date for the night. “Normally I’d wish someone good luck on their first date,” Hotch appreciated in that moment how Rossi leaned into his ear to whisper that as to not catch the attention of the nosy profilers, “But something tells me you would not need it in this scenario. Have a great weekend, Aaron.”

“You too, Dave. Try sticking to one jazz club this time, yes?”

Chuckling when Rossi flipped him off, Aaron hurriedly packed all of his things in his briefcase before heading out of the office. As he waited impatiently for the elevator to bring him to the floor of their parking lot. Turning on the radio, Hotch found himself smiling upon hearing a pop song — that he once was not familiar with until he started talking with Y/N. What started as constant texts, transitioned into hour long phone calls where their topics of conversation ranged from her opinions on how the internet’s influence on fashion trends have both been good and bed, her singing him the new song she had stuck in her head — which explains how he was now familiar with a lot of the songs that were played in the radio — but the one thing that seems to be a constant subject is how he would look good in certain styles of clothing.

Once home, he was delighted to see that Jack had been all cheery from his day at school and soccer practice. He indulges in his son’s excited recollection of his day, relishing in the giggles he let out everytime his son praised the dinner that was prepared for him; though it was just chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes, and some fries, he supposes that if it were made with love it would taste like a fine meal. It was like time passed by quickly after their meal as Jack was already bathed and dressed in his jammies before 6:45. After a quick chat with Jess, he was out the door and anxiously driving to the boutique. Once parked right out by the store, he was just in time to see his sweetheart exiting the front door and closing the aluminium security shutters. Jumping out of the car, he surprised her by gently pulling her back and lowering the shutters. “Aaron!” Came her surprised giggle, hugging his arm and looking at him like he was her whole world. “You’re here!”

“I did promise to take you out on a date, right?” He teased once he was sure the chutters were secured. Chuckling, she nodded her head as she smiled widely, “You did! And I was so excited for our date, you know? Phoebe got so annoyed with me talking her ears off about how handsome you were and how nice you are.”

Grateful that she was too busy rambling so she couldn’t witness Aaron blushing, he walked her to his car, opening the passenger door to reveal a bouquet of pink and white flowers; handing them to her with a smile he spoke, “For you, sweetheart.”

“Aaron! They’re so pretty!” She squealed excitedly and threw her arms around him, nuzzling her face in his shoulder, “Thank you, thank you! You’re spoiling me way too much already!”

“Well I have to, sweetheart,” He explained as he helped her in the car before quickly jogging to the driver’s side and continuing on, “Have to treat you like a queen, you know?”

“Does that mean you’re my handsome king?” Her question had him reciprocating the sweet smile she had on before reaching for her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles and affirmed, “I’ll be whatever you need me to be, sweetheart.” And in turn, that made heat spread throughout her face.

The drive to the restaurant was short yet filled with so much light and conversation. Stepping out of the vehicle once Aaron opened the door for her, she smiled at him, “Thank you, Ay-ay-ron.”

Before entering the restaurant, the couple were met with views of disgruntled customers, some of them having wet stains on their dresses while others seemed to have  food stains on them. Puzzling her, she looks up at Aaron, “I wonder if they’re alright.”

They were about to find out for themselves upon reaching the host’s stand and announced their arrival, “Reservation for Hotchner, please.” The host who had their back turned faced them with an uneasy smile as they too were trying to rid the blemishes and food stains that unfortunately clung onto his work clothes; he looked down on the their tablet that served as their scheduler and frowned upon looking up at them, “I have to sincerely apologise, Mr. Hotchner. There has been an unfortunate incident, one of our servers tripped which caused this domino effect to the other servers, causing them to drench our customers and staff in food. Not to mention that one of our new chefs in training caused an identical chaos at the back.”

“You can use a butter knife to get rid off the food there,” She pointed to both the host’s shoulders that had some food residue that looked very well edged in the fabric; next thing she noticed wine stains by their chest, “And for the wine, putting hydrogen peroxide and dishwashing liquid in the stain for about ten minutes will get it out.” The way she shared the information so casually paired with the way she tilted her head to the side and pursed her glossy lips made it all the more surprising that she new what to do; but beside her, Aaron felt nothing but pride swell in his chest as he pressed her closer to him by her waist. 

“I appreciate your advice, ma’am,” The host then faced Aaron once more before saying, “Unfortunately we are not in any capacity to entertain our beloved guests for the rest of the evening. We’ll put a note to put you in our priority list for next time if that sounds fair?” Nodding as he held back a frown of his own, the unit chief understood that things were past their control, “That would be much appreciated, thank you.”

With that the couple then left the restaurant, Aaron tried to school his features as he tried to hide the panic in his face; however as Y/N looked up to see him she pouted as she saw that there was a slight furrow in his eyebrows. Reaching up to rub the skin between them she cooed, “Don’t frown, Aaron. Why are you even frowning?”

Almost immediately a smile replaced the mentioned frown as he explained, “Well since the restaurant is a bust, I’m sensing that I’ve just wasted your time, sweetheart. The date’s pretty much ruined already.” Her offended gasp took him aback, causing them to stop just as he was about to open his car door for her, “Well good thing a dinner is not the only you go out for a date! Plus, you just saved me, you know?”

“Saved you from exactly what, sweetheart?”

“From having a fancy dinner! Don’t get me wrong, the décor looks amazing and all, but sometimes their menu is so hard to pronounce too! Like just say roasted, why use sweltering? And don’t get me started on their alcohol — bordeaux, wine, brandy? It’s all just so confusing,” As he walked her to the passenger seat and helped her in, he just chuckled lightly as he tried to console her, “They do tend to differ in ingredients and alcohol percentage.”

“Even you get it,” She whines out to which he now smoothed the furrow she had which quickly disappeared upon feeling his touch in her skin. Swiftly moving to the driver’s side, Aaron looked at her with a soft expression before asking, “Why don’t I get your mind off of it then? How would you like to spend our time together?”

His heart melted at the excited grin she had as she thought deep about how to spend their date before rambling, “We could go bowling in this place on 6th Avenue, oh but they have league games today. Oh! How about we go to this drive-in theatre just by the outskirts of town?” Just as he was about to agree to her suggestion she pouted once more, “But wait, their movie for tonight is a kid’s one, Megamind, I think.” Her excited gasp accompanied by her light taps to Aaron’s shoulder made it evident how excited she was by her current idea, “We could go right into the city centre! They have different kinds of food trucks this day of the week!”

“You sure that’s what you want, sweetheart?” He got her affirmation as she buckled her seatbelt up and nodded, “Sure do, Aarbear! I heard there was a food truck that would sell raspberry and cherry cotton candy.”

“Aarbear?” He questioned the nickname although he could not deny the warm feeling that washed over him upon being granted to him. She hummed, “Ever since we last saw each other, I’ve been thinking of cute nicknames for you; since you call me sweetheart. Aarbear is my favourite just because you remind me of a teddy bear. Just so snuggly and cute.”

“Snuggly and cute? Sweetheart, have you taken a good look at me? I’m the farthest thing from that don’t you think?” Aaron playfully countered as he relished in their playful banter. “You know what? Yeah, I have taken a good look at you and if I say so for myself you always look dashing and,” Her train of thought was cut off when she gasped out loud and saw the coat he was wearing, “And I thought I told you to wear the pink suit I got you! Why didn’t you?”

By that time, they had already reached the public parking that was allocated for the food truck event, Aaron looked at her chuckling as he thought she wasn’t serious about her little plan for the pink suit she gifted him; but upon seeing her expression which consisted of a frown with her wobbly lips and a furrowed brow, he knew that it was serious and important to her. Hoping to appease her feelings, Hotch then lifted his hand up to rub on her cheek gently and as she nuzzled herself deeper into his warmth, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. But I might have mentioned it before, but I don’t really know how to pair up clothes, you know? That’s why my suits and slacks have always matched.”

Placing her chin centre on his palm, she shoots him a smile as her upset expression now melting into an excited one as she speaks, “Does that mean I get to dress you up? I get to rifle through your wardrobe?” Removing herself from his hold, they both tried to ignore how empty it felt when they were not within each other’s reach; but to help diminish the emptiness they felt Y/N then laced her hand with his large one and grinned, “Next time we go out for a date, we go to your house first so I can dress you up and make you even more handsome! Oh there’s this new sweater line that came out and I wanna see how the sweater brings out the brown in your eyes.”

“Already planning our next date, sweetheart? You already want me around you that much?” Unsure of whether he can handle the truth of her answer, Aaron kissed her knuckles as he made his way out of the car and opened the passenger door for her. Leaping out to wrap her arms around his large figure as she hummed against his shoulder, “I sure do, Aarbear. So hopefully you don’t get sick of me right away.”

“I don’t think I could ever get sick of you, sweetheart,”  Aaron reassured her as they began walking towards the plethora of food trucks that were present in the little festival going on, “Besides, the only thing I plan on getting sick on is a ton of cotton candy. Was raspberry your favourite flavour?”

Failing to hide how giddy she was at his sincere revelation, she smiled as she laced her fingers with his and dragged him to where the food truck that sold cotton candies were. “I do like the grape-flavoured ones, do you have a favourite?” It was in that moment that Aaron wished he had a camera permanently lodged into his brain so he could capture the way her eyes sparkled as she inquired more about his interests. He hummed as they stood in line in front of the food truck, “I don’t think I’ve explored enough of these flavours to have a definite favourite.”

Her gasp paired with the soft tap on the shoulder was another thing that was quickly becoming a favourite of Aaron’s. Upon reaching the front of the line, Y/N took charge and ordered three kinds of cotton candy. As she reached down for her wallet, she was caught off guard at how quick her date was in tapping his own credit card against the machine. 

“Aaron! Why didn’t you let me pay?”

The two walked a few feet away and sat down on the bench nearby before he smiled and pinched some cotton candy and offered it to her, “Now what kind of man would I be if I even let you touch your wallet throughout our date?” 

Returning the favour by feeding him some cotton candy as well, she pursed her lips as she concluded, “A handsome gentleman, still. And don’t ever think differently.” From there on they fell into an easy conversation which ranged from childhood shenanigans to workplace happenings. For Y/N this was a complete 360 switch to see Aaron’s eyes crinkled in joy and his posture relaxed; seeing him so serious and stiff on their first meeting gave her the impression he’d be too uptight. In her mind, she’d do anything to keep the beautiful smile on his face. “Wait, so Garcia was able to access the file that I didn’t know the password to?”

“Took her less than five minutes to do that, sweetheart,” Aaron informed her as the two wiped their mouths of any crumbs and threw the container in the trash before strolling once more to get more food, “What else are you in the mood for?”

“Can we get some tacos? It’s been quite a while since I’ve had some,” With that Aaron led the way as he spotted the specific truck sooner, “So Garcia can hack into anything?” As they stood in line in front of other patrons, Y/N made sure to only whisper her question so as to not attract any unwanted attention from curious ears, something that did not escape Aaron’s observant nature and something he appreciated.

“Absolutely, it only takes her about ten minutes to do so. There’s rarely anything she can’t crack,” He answers, however he’s left more puzzled as she stands on her tiptoes and whispers in his ear, “Do you think she can hack into something for me?”

“What exactly do you need to get hacking into, sweetheart?”

At that, her glossed up lips — which compared to last time that was a soft red shade, this time around she had a flushed pink hue with a slight shimmer to it — formed a pout as her eyebrows furrowed in frustration as she recounts, “Because I signed up for Snapchat a year ago and then now I forgot which password I used to it, it reached to a point where I’ve tried so many times that they told me I’m no longer allowed to try guessing. And I wanna get access back to it because everytime I take a cute selfie of myself I send it there.”

 By the end of her story, they reached the front of the line and Aaron paused their conversation for a while to order for the two of them; his heart fluttered when Y/N patted his shoulder gently as she whispered, “Extra cheese on mine, please.”

Once they were handed their food, the two stepped away and once again found a bench to give them privacy. Before even taking a bite from her taco, she faced him and her face was once again etched with concern, “So? Do you think Garcia will help me? I can give her a cute little outfit in the boutique if she does. Or whatever else she wants, promise.”

Smiling at her as he allowed his first bite to go down before replying, “I’m sure she’d love to assist you even without the promise of repayment.” She was midbite when she looked up at Aaron, cheese at the side of her mouth as she seemed confused with what he meant before he clarified as he wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, “I’ll let her know you need help, sweetheart.”

Shrieking out of excitement wasn’t the only way she expressed her relief but also with the way she tried her best to wrap her arms around him without causing both their tacos to crack as they hit the ground, “Thank you, Aar! Can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that! Do you think Garcia will like cupcakes or cookies more? I’ve been meaning to bake since it’s been a while, you know.”

“I know for a fact she wouldn’t mind either one, sweetheart,” He leaned closer as if he was sharing a secret and whispered in her ear, “But I do know you and her will get along well.”

Her nose scrunched up in excitement as she shimmied her shoulders in a little dance, “You did mention she likes little quirky gadgets and she dresses a lot like I do. Maybe she and I can go shopping sometime? You mentioned you work with other ladies too right? Alexa and GG?”

“Alex and JJ, sweetheart,” He gently corrects her as threw his napkin after finishing his taco in the nearby bin, “But yes, I’m sure they’d love to meet you. Maybe in the near future we can set that up?”

Her excited nod caused some of the taco sauce to spread past her lips, prompting Aaron to wipe the sides of her mouth as she replied, “Do you think they’d like me though? Some people I’ve met before say I’m too much or you know,” The slight pause between her train of thought made him worry about what previous perceptions were about her so he encouraged her on, “Know what exactly, sweetheart?”

Perhaps it was the way he gently coaxed her or the way he rubbed her back was full of care but it got her talking as she mentioned, “It’s just, people like my friends say that I’m dumb, that I’m no fun to be around with,” She sniffled a little which proved to be the wrong thing to do as it accidentally got some sauce on her nose, to which she scowled a little and threw the wrapper away and she felt a sudden wave of shyness take over her as Aaron was quick to wipe by her nose, “I don’t have very many people who stay — except for my family, I guess, but they don’t really have that much of a  choice — so I don’t know,” She looks up at him and it was only then that Aaron got a good look of her eyes that had a glimmer of both hope and sadness, “I’d really like for you to stay, Aar.”

“I’d like that too,” Came his immediate reply as he brought her into his warm embrace, tucking her head underneath his chin as he tried to get across every ounce of affection he had had for her, “I promise I’ll keep you close to me, sweetheart.”

Slightly detaching herself from his hold to take a good look on his face, she smiled up at him, “Have I ever mentioned that you’re one of the most handsome men in the world? If not the most? Like, inside and out,” She pulled away fully from his embrace and frowned as she recalled her statement, “No wait, I don’t think it works that way. Do you mind being called beautiful? I know some guys are uncomfortable with that. Or maybe I can call you a pretty boy?”

Shaking his head at her silly antics he just kissed her forehead and teased her, “I thought Aarbear was the nickname you had for me?”

“I guess that’s just one of the struggles for when you’re the most perfect man in the world, hm? Having too many options for a nickname since you’re everything good,” she giggled. 

Just as he was about to reply with some sort of a witty comeback, the shrill tone of his phone broke them out of their trance. Dread filled his gut immediately at the thought of a case whisking him away from a great date; he shot her an apologetic expression before saying, “Sorry,” And answering the phone and being pleasantly surprised that it was just Jess calling, “Jess? Is everything alright?”

Deciding to keep herself preoccupied while Aaron tends to his call, Y/N mindlessly grabbed for his free hand and slowly traced over the lines on his hand and smiled upon noticing how much larger his hand was and when she lined up her hand against his, she rubbed the skin of it and realised that she could get used to the warm feeling of his touch.

“I’m sorry about that, sweetheart,” Aaron apologised as he pocketed his phone and that seemed to break her out of her trance as she looked up at him and mirrored the small frown he was sporting, “That was Jess, she’s the aunt of my son. She said he awoke from a nightmare and won’t calm down. Apparently, he’s been asking for me and refuses to go back to sleep until he sees me.” 

“Then you should go to him,” Was her instant reply as she stood up on her feet and held out her hand for him to take, “Let’s go to your sweet boy, Aarbear.”

Taking her by the hand, he smiled at her as he led the way back to the car he decided to check in with her, “I’m sorry to spring this on you, sweetheart, but I’m a single father to a five year old.”

Upon being helped into the passenger seat she waited for Aaron to buckle himself in beside her before asking, “So what’s he like? And what’s his name?” The unit chief could not hold back the smile from how sincere she was in her curiosity. “Jack is a talented soccer player, he’s slowly getting into music and he can’t wait to audition for their spring play. I will say though he takes a lot of traits from his mom, which might be a good thing for him, honestly.”

Scoffing in offence, she gently scolded him, “Do not talk about yourself in that way, Aarbear! You’re smart, kind, funny, always keeping alert and all that. You have a lot of good qualities, you know.” There was a comfortable silence that took over for a few minutes before they were at a red light where it got Y/N thinking, “Wait, so if you have a son he has a mother, right?”

“I do believe that is how biology works, sweetheart,” His lighthearted joke was his attempt to soften the upcoming difficult conversation they were definitely going to have  in light of her recent discovery of his son. 

“Where is his mom then? Wait,” She panicked as she looked at him and gently held onto his forearm, “Oh God, please don’t tell me I’m making you cheat on your wife. That I’m not the other woman.”

Her somber pout while adorable made his heart clench as he realised she was concerned about what Haley meant to him as it shows how serious their relationship is to her. So he reached over the console and rubbed her knee comfortingly, “You’re not the other woman, sweetheart. Jack’s mother, Haley, is not in the picture.”

“Why not? Is she okay?”

Her kind nature came through once more and every time Aaron has a glimpse of it, it makes him feel like he’s in this trance-like dream where his dream woman came to life by merely manifesting it. “She unfortunately passed away. We had this unsub — bad guy — who went after me and my family.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Aar,” Y/N sympathized once Aaron was parking his car in their assigned stall. Once parked he looked at her and there was a slight tremble in his lips as he shared with her, “She was killed, and he was about to go after Jack but I was able to put a stop to it before doing so.”

“You saved Jack,” She reminded him of his heroic act as she smoother over his trembling lips with her thumb as she tried to comfort him the same way he did her everytime she nearly spiralled into overthinking negatively, “You didn’t kill Haley, the bad guy did. That’s not your fault, okay?”

Slightly rotating his head so he could press a quick kiss to her palm, he smiled at her, “Thank you for that reminder, sweetheart; I needed that.” 

Feeling the heat creeping up her cheeks she smiled too and grinned before gasping out, “Wait, we’re here already, right?” At his confirming hum, she then quickly said, “We need to get to your boy!”

Aaron found himself frowning not because their moment was cut short, but he was unable to open the door for her and escort her out of the vehicle. Upon reaching the elevator of the building, he noticed Y/N was bouncing on her heels as if she were nervous. Just as he was about to check in on her, the elevator had a soft ping and opened the doors to reveal that they were on their floor. Gently placing his hand behind her back, he led her to their apartment and he hated that his sweaty hands slightly dampened her dress; but she didn’t seem to mind it and instead unknowingly calmed him down by smiling brightly at him.

Upon entering their living space, Aaron could vaguely hear Jess keeping Jack occupied by talking to him. “Jack? Buddy? I’m home,” Aaron called out gently as he made his way by the hallway while Y/N settled by their couch as she didn’t want to intrude any more than she already had.

Almost instantly the sound of pitter patter of tiny feet, “Dad!” Jack ran towards his father’s embrace and Aaron opened his arms as he allowed his son to nuzzle into his neck and carry him. “How are you feeling, bud? Aunt Jess said you couldn’t go to sleep?”

He rubbed his eyes with his hands as he frowned, “Yes, had a nightmare, dad. I was so scared I couldn’t get back to sleep with you.” As Jack laid down his head on his father’s shoulder that’s when he noticed a pretty girl sitting. “Who is she, dad?”

Y/N smiled warmly as she waved, Aaron sat him and his son on the armchair near the sofa she was sitting at and mentioned, “This is Y/N, she’s my friend, Jack.”

“Nice to meet you, Jack,” She held out his hand for a shake and while she understood that kids are naturally shy, especially around people they’re unfamiliar with, she was thoroughly surprised when he shook her hand and had a shy smile on his cute little face.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Jack,” When he retracted his hand she took a good look at him before mentioning, “You look like a princess.”

Indulging him she then leaned a little closer and playfully whispered, “Don’t say it out loud, this princess just snuck out to meet with her prince.” Jack giggled at her silly reply and mirrored her actions and came a little closer, “And? Where is he? Did you get your happily ever after?”

“Not yet,” She replied as she shyly smiled and took a quick glance at Aaron, “The story isn’t done yet. But you do know what a princess needs? A knight of shining armour who can be her best friend! Can we be friends, Jack?”

Looking up at his father, he shot Aaron a questioning look and inquired, “I know Y/N’s your friend but can I be her friend too?” Feeling his heart warm up at the way how gentle and considerate Y/N was to Jack — knowing that she couldn’t automatically assume Jack will see her as a friend and instead she’d have to earn it — paired with Jack’s interest in getting to know her, he smiled down at his son as he steadied his grip on his growing toddler who seemed to be wiggling a little at the excitement of having a new friend, “I’m more than alright with that, Jack. But it’s up to you, okay, bud?”

Nodding at his father before facing Y/N once more, Jack showed her his toothy grin that came out every time his father told him a silly joke before concluding, “I’d love to be your knight friend, Y/N. Does that mean we’ll go on adventures?”

Giggling and clapping her hands in delight, Y/N nodded before calming down and saying, “We sure can, Sir Jack! But maybe after you’ve had a good night’s sleep? That way we both will be energised and ready for whatever adventure comes our way?”

Right on cue, Jack let out a little yawn that Aaron partially thought Y/N induced out of him by mentioning he had to sleep, “Okay, I can’t wait for our adventure already!”

“After a good night’s sleep, okay, bud? I’m gonna put you to bed now,” Jack didn’t fight his father much and instead curled his arms around his neck, signalling that he wanted to be carried back to bed. As Aaron stood up, Jack unclasped one of his hands and waved at Y/N and smiled, “Bye, princess Y/N.”

“Sweet dreams, Sir Jack.”

Once the two men disappeared into the hall, Jessica came into view and walked towards her. Taking initiative Y/N reached out for her hand and introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Y/N. Aaron mentioned you were Jack’s aunt.” 

Shaking her hand, she confirmed, “Yeah, I’m Jessica. I’m Jack’s mom’s sister. Did he mention Haley to you?”

A sincere, sombre expression washed over her face as Y/N pulled Jess in for a hug, “He did, and I’m so sorry about what happened to her. From what he’s told me, Haley was such a lovely soul.” Noticing that Jess tensed slightly at the hug but relaxed because she didn’t realise how good a hug can be from someone earnest; which is why Jess was puzzled when they pulled away and Y/N had a frown. “I didn’t ask first before hugging you, sorry ‘bout that. My family did always say I was such a big hugger.”

“Don’t worry about it,” The blonde woman reassured her as she reached out and held Y/N’s hand, “I appreciated the hug and your kind words.” Beaming brightly at that, she looked down at their hands and her sharp eye couldn’t miss the blouse Jess was wearing and noticed, “Are you wearing Nanette Lepore?” Taking her aback, Jess then had her mouth open in surprise as she was unsure how to respond to that. Y/N, however, took this opportunity to babble on, “You have a good eye! She really shocked everyone when she revealed that her fall spring collection was mostly going to be perfumes but I was really excited to buy one, but shipping costs are a pain in the butt.”

“I’m sorry but our conversation took quite a turn here,” Jess tried to steer their conversation and Y/N smiled as she explained, “Oh sorry, I get so excited when the topic is fashion and all that. I work at a boutique, always thinking about designing my own clothes, but I don’t know.”

It was then that Aaron walked in the room, “Sorry for the delay, Jack requested quite a few stories tonight.” Placing a hand on his date’s shoulder and facing Jess with a tight-lipped smile, “Jess, I appreciate you looking out for Jack tonight. I was out on a date with Y/N earlier and I hope that it won’t  cause too much of an issue between us.”

Jess appreciated Aaron’s vulnerability at the moment as she knew how bad her brother-in-law’s mindset and confidence was following Haley’s passing. He was deep in his belief that he was unable to open up to someone and if he ever did, they’d walk out on him after having a good, long conversation with him. Reaching out to rub his forearm that she couldn't  help but notice was colder than usual before smiling, “I know, Aaron. And can I say just how lovely Y/N is.”

“Oh oh, before I forget,” Y/N reached for her bag and fished for something and made her way back over to them and handed a card to Jess, “Next time, please do swing by in the boutique. I’d love to give you some clothes that will really go well with your style! Plus, it’d be fun just chatting up with you and there’s a cute little cafe nearby too.”

Taking the calling card and looking at it first before pocketing it, Jess smiles as she hugs Aaron and gives the same affection to Y/N before parting ways, “I’ll definitely give you a call when I can swing by, okay? Enjoy your evening, guys.”

As she was putting on her coat and slinged her bag over her shoulder she looked at Aaron, “Oh and Aaron?” The man raised his eyebrows and just as he was about to ask what’s wrong Jess winked at her, “I think you found yourself a keeper.”

With that, Jess allowed the two lovebirds their privacy, the two snuggled with each other on the couch but just as they made each other comfortable Y/N looked up at Aaron and had another confused pout, “What did Jess mean when she said you found a keeper? Did you lose a tupperware container?”

Aaron chuckled lightly at her question before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and shrugged, “I’m not too sure too, sweetheart. I’ll ask her the next time she swings by.”

Deciding to let go of the topic, she then nuzzled her cheek into his chest as her hand mindlessly drew random shapes on his chest; it was Aaron that broke the silence by apologising, “I’m sorry our first date didn’t exactly go as planned. I’ll make it up to you next time, I promise.”

Looking up at him through her lashes she smiled at him and gently shook her head, “It’s okay, Aarbear. I had fun at the food truck festival. If I only knew I was going to be meeting sweet boy Jack, I’d buy him a few cotton candy flavours.”

“I’m sure your sweet personality made up for the lack of treats you gave him, sweetheart,” He tickled her sides gently to elicit giggles from her and when she did he wished he recorded it as it was such a joyous sound, “Besides, he will be looking forward to some princess-knight adventures you two will be having.”

“Is that okay with you though? I’ve read some stories where kids don’t like it when their parents date someone else. I don’t wanna come across as evil or anything,” She worried and now she stopped her movements and just looked at Aaron with worried eyes. 

This time it was Aaron who had his hand rubbing her back gently to coax her back into her relaxed state, “Sweetheart, I wouldn’t worry about that. Did you see how at ease Jack was when you were talking to him earlier? I don’t see any scenario where he would treat you unkindly and you to him.”

Nodding her head softly she then leaned against his shoulder once more as she said, “Okay, but if he ever tells me or you that he needs some space from me, I’m gonna do it. And you can’t stop me from doing it.”

Humming as a reply, Aaron appreciated how Y/N was respectful of Jack’s boundaries. They were basking in a comfortable silence before Y/N asked, “Did you really have a great time with me, Aar?”

“Of course,” Came his immediate reply, “Did I give the impression that I didn’t?” He felt calm when she gently shook her head and sighed out before sadly recollecting, “No, you didn’t. But I just went on dates before where it ended up with them just calling it a night right away. They’d mutter under their breath that they can’t handle being around me for any longer.”

Her quiet sniffles had him fearing that she thought this was how their relationship too was gonna go; choosing to reassure her, he lifted her chin with his hooked finger and looked serious yet loving as he spoke, “I’m sorry to hear you’ve been on terrible dates with terrible boys. But let me reassure you that I do not, in any way, think of you in that way. Can I tell you a secret?”

Looking at him with curious eyes she nodded as he took his queue to reveal to her, “You bring so much happiness and joy in my life. I don’t think you can ever be those mean things that they said. In fact, I think you’re all I could ever need and want.”

Having to bite back her smile as she tried to not show how his words affected her she smiled and leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, “You’re too sweet to me, Aaron.” She bit her lip before continuing her train of thought, “Would it be too soon to say that I like you a lot? Like, I know it’s only been nearly two weeks since we’ve talked to each other but you make me so happy. Whenever I get a text from you I smile so wide, it even got to the point where Phoebe has to tell me to stop smiling and giggling too much because it might creep out other customers.”

Laughing along her story as she did so, he shook his head as he shared, “I feel what you mean, sweetheart. I have to be careful of my reactions everytime my phone rings because of you. Which is hard to do around profilers.”

“Wait, profilers? Is that the ones who try to understand the bad guys or the ones who just do the research on how to find the bad guy?”

Chuckling as he found her confusion unfortunately adorable he clarified, “We do a little bit of both, sweetheart.” She gasps out loud as she frowns, “You do both? That sounds exhausting!”

“Well thinking of you does make me feel less tired, sweetheart,” Rubbing her cheek softly as he took in her features led him to focus on her lips that he had thought about kissing ever since they met, “Would it be too soon if I told you I wanted to kiss you, sweetheart?”

“Not at all,” Came her instantaneous reply, “I’d love for you to kiss me, Aar.” 

And with her consent he gently pulled her in softly by the cheek, tightening his hold on her without hurting her and slanted his lips overs. Feeling her smile into the kiss as she held onto his shoulders, bringing him even closer to her. Their lips felt warm and like puzzles fitting into place, after both of their initial shyness they both opened their mouths and allowed their tongues to entangle in a sweet dance as their hands took in every part of themselves that were new to each other. 

The couple poured all of the unspoken feelings they both were too frightened to share — all the premature love and companionship — was made evident by their sweet kiss that felt natural. Despite her unwillingness to do so, she had to slowly detach herself from his lips as she had to gasp for breath. Her fingers ended up playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck and while she separated from his lips, she couldn’t pull away from his hair as she looked up at him, “That might be the best first kiss I’ve ever had with someone.”

Pleased with her conclusion, Aaron quickly littered sweet pecks all throughout her face before placing a long, loving kiss on her lips before nodding in agreement, “And the best part about it is that that’ll be just the first of our many kisses, sweetheart.”

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[ineffableparents]

I just wanted to say you're my fav gomens artist of all time and this comic gives me life, I think it's the loveliest thing and really brightens my day. everyone's characterization is perfect and sweet and fun, and you're writing is lovely and I think very on point for the characters, and it's such a joy, and one day when I'm not flat broke and homeless I wanna be a patron so bad cuz I'm tryin to see the juicy things too lmao. But fr you deserve all the love for such a fantastic work. Ur art in general has such a warm and emotive feel to it. and even when you draw the characters in a silly way it just is, so fun??? You have such distinct personality in ur work that really stands out. And I hope it isn't silly to say but whenever I read fanfic I imagine it in your art style lol. It's made a wonderful impression on me, and as a trans man I really REALLY appreciate anyone who does work involving subjects such as mpreg or anything that potentially real ppl who are trans can go through. Warms me heart it does. Anyway this was super long winded I'm sorry lol

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This was the lovliest note to read! 😭🧡🧡🧡🧡🫂 thank you so much for your kind words, I'm so happy you get so much enjoyment from the stuff I make! I'm so sorry to hear your situation is so rough at the moment, I wish you all the best, if you have a paypal or something that I or any of my followers can donate to, Please let me know.🫂

[forever-rogue]

Hello there Bee, your writing for Miguel O'Hara was perfect, thank you so much for it 🫂

I was wondering if you could do one where he's so deeply in love with her but doesn't want to tell her because he's afraid of being rejected, he wants to protect her so they always go to missions together until one day she gets hurt and because he's afraid of loosing her, he finally tells her how he's been feeling for a long time

Thank you so much c:

AN | It’s been a minute but here we are with some more grumpy x sunshine! I hope you enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Nondescript mentions of violence, Language

Pairing | Miguel x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Main, Spider-Man

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Inhale. Exhale.

That's what you kept repeating to yourself as you approached the front doors to the Spider Headquarters. Your heart beat around your chest but you tried to push away all your worries and insecurities.

Well - the one major worry you had anyway. Most things didn't scare you anymore, you were well past that point in your life. It was one singular person that made you nervous. Miguel O'Hara. 

The man that appeared to hate you more than anything or anyone else. You weren't even sure what you had done to bring on the hatred but it had appeared slowly at first and then all at once. Now you just tried to avoid him as much as you could, but in the event that you were faced with him, you tried to be as kind as possible. There was no reason to be mean, right? You hoped that one day Miguel might get that memo as well.

When you got inside, you looked around and tried to see if anything seemed out of place or…if there was some sort of chaos. But it all seemed utterly normal so you walked towards your little desk area. 

"Hey there!" You startled at the sound of Peter's bright and happy voice, spinning around in your chair to find him watching you with an overly cheery smile, "how're you today?"

"I'm just peachy, Pete. What's going on?" The man's face flushed and you knew immediately that something was going on. He was so easy to read despite his best efforts.

"Umm…well," he waved his hands around for a moment, stammering nervous as you just stared at him, "well, I don't…your day might get worse."

"Oh?" You leaned back in your chair as you raised an eyebrow at him, "and just why is that? What do you know that I don't?"

"You're supposed to be partnered with…Miguel today," he said it so quickly that you almost didn't catch it. But the name stood out so clearly that you were immediately able to figure out what was going on, "just so you know, you know?"

"How do you know that?"

"Word spreads fast around here," he volunteered lamely, as you sighed at him, "and ugh, it might be my fault."

"What?!" He was afraid of exactly this reaction and flinched slightly, "Peter - why?"

"I have to be home today," he cleared his throat, "big family thing with MJ and Mayday. So…you know."

"Fine," you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration, "fine. Only because I love your wife and daughter as much if not more than you."

"I am so sorry," he grimaced, "I'll make it up to you somehow."

"It's…it's fine," you swallowed the lump in your throat. It did suck…but you'd live and would just be as kind as usual. And it would be over before you knew it, "this is going to be…fantastic."

“Just don’t kill each other and it should all be fine,” Peter kept taking a few steps back, creating a further distance between the two of you, “and then we can all resume our normal programming next week!”

“I don’t hate him,” your voice softened as a frown tugged down the corners of your mouth. You truly didn’t hate him and you hated the idea that people would think you did. You always tried to treat everyone with the same kindness and you were known for being a ray of sunshine, “I think… I think he might hate me.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” Peter shrugged slightly as you sighed lightly, “he’s just that way with everyone. He’s a huge douche, you know that.”

“As much as I appreciate your opinions Parker,” both of you froze at the sound of his voice. He sounded just as annoyed and frustrated as ever, “I believe you were supposed to leave already to get back to your wife and daughter, no?”

“Uhh, yup…that’s…gotta go!” he looked between the two of you before offering you a small grimace and turning to basically sprint away. You bit the inside of your cheek before turning your attention to the man in question. 

“Miguel, I-”

“Get suited up,” he didn’t even spare you an actual glance. He merely caught your eye before turning around to leave again, “we’re leaving in twenty. We’ve got a job to do.”

“Miguel.”

“Don’t be late,” he was already walking away again and all you could do was sigh, “or I will leave with you.”

Yeah, okay, cool, cool, cool. This apparently was going to be the absolute worst; part of you was almost tempted to be late just so you wouldn’t have to go. You weren’t feeling very welcome but at the same time, your duties were important and you weren’t about to let him go alone. 

“Well then,” you attempted to psych yourself up, “let’s do this…and get it over with.”

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Miguel had been silent, to the point of it being almost eerie, besides giving you some instructions and directions. You'd tried to make some small talk at the start but the only responses you received were grunts or scoffs. It had definitely deflated your mood and after a while you gave up and remained silent.

"Hey," Miguel waved his hand in front of your face as you snapped back into attention. You hadn't realized you'd spaced out so much, "are you even paying attention?"

"Y-yeah…yes," you offered him a tight smile as he hung his head with a heavy sigh, "sorry. Could you just run that by me again?"

"I need you to focus," he caught your eye and there was a dangerous glint to him that caused you to swallow thickly, "otherwise I'll send you right back and this is the last time you'll get to go on a mission."

"That's not fair!" You hadn't meant to sound like a petulant child, but at least you hadn't also stomped your foot. His jaw twitched as he glared at you, "you've never said that to anyone-"

"Morales."

"He's a child," you ran a hand through your hair in exasperation, "this isn't fair, Miguel and you know that. Why do you hate me so much?"

If you'd been looking at his face you'd have noticed the way his face fell momentarily. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to control the squeaking and stop the tears that threatened to well up.

"You're also so mean to me!" Alright. Maybe you were already sounding hysterical but it was a lot of emotions at once, "its always me! I try to be nice, Miguel. I don't like not being nice, it's just…not in my nature. But you make it so hard. A-and I'm not asking for anything spectacular, just a hello once a while or at least don't totally ignore me when I'm talking to you!"

“Are you finished?” his tone was the same as it always was: cold and calm and calculated. You tried to blink away the burning of your eyes. 

“No,” you put your hands on your hips and stared him down, “if you’re going to be mean to me or act like I’m the worst thing in the world, can you at least tell me what I did to offend you so much? I mean - why even have me working with you and the rest of the team if you don’t trust me or think I’m worthy of being here! If I’m such a horrible person, just cut me loose and let me go so you never have to see me again!”

By the time you were done, angry tears had run down your cheeks which you hastily brushed away. You felt like you had just put your heart and feelings on the line and he didn’t seem phased. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow before sighing heavily, “if you’re done, we’ve got some bad guys to catch.”

“Y-you’re not even going to say anything to what I just said?” your lip trembled with effort not to cry further. He’d already turned his back to you and started to walk away. Only this time, you didn’t run after him to catch up, “fine! You know what? I quit! Do this yourself!”

You didn’t even wait for a response before turning on your heel and walking in the other direction. You were already out of sight by the time Miguel turned around and realized that you’d been serious. He ran a hand over his face in exasperation before stomping after you, muttering under his breath. He hadn’t wanted this at all; especially because this meant that he couldn’t keep any eye on you.

“Hey!” you’d been walking around for a bit when you finally heard the angry voice. Your shoulders stiffened when you realized that Miguel had found you. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of falling back to him, you kept walking with your head held high. But then you felt a harsh hand wrap your bicep and pull you back. 

“What the f-”

“Finally,” oh. That voice definitely wasn’t Miguel. You slowly turned around and found yourself with…well, the bad guy. He looked at you with a wicked smile that caused goosebumps to well up all over your skin, “I’ve been looking for you, little Spider. Only I was hoping you’d be with that big, dumb guy.”

“Listen buddy,” you tried to pull out of his iron grasp to no avail, “I’m already having a shitty day and I don’t need you making it worse. The big dumb guy isn’t around, it’s just me unfortunately. And I recommend you let me go before I make you regret your decision.”

“You’re so funny,” he leaned closer so he was almost face to face with you. He smelled terrible and looked even worse; the worst realization of all was that he was a murderer…and you were alone with him, “you really think you could stop me all by yourself? So cute.”

He reached out and ran his hand along your jaw, instantly making you feel disgusting and gross. Your heart started beating rapidly and you willed yourself to regain your muster and strength. It should have been so easy to overpower him, but he was surprisingly strong. That was one of the worst things about dealing with other powered beings…someone always had the upper hand. 

“Let me go,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

“Why don’t we make a deal?” he took your jaw harshly in his hand turned your face to his, “help me catch Miguel O’Hara and I’ll let you go.”

“Nope,” you might not have been in the Miguel fanclub at this point but you weren’t about to betray him or put anyone else at risk. You figured that the longer you were able to stall, it might give Miguel more time to get to you and take him. You’d never hear the end of it, but it was better than nothing, “sorry buddy.”

“Bitch!” he let go and pushed you back before striking you across the face, causing you to stumble and trip over your feet. You feel onto your backside with a groan before touching your stinging face, “it could have been so easy! We both want the same thing - to get rid of the Spider!”

“I don’t want to get rid of him,” you tried to scramble to your feet as he loomed over you but your hope was quickly starting to dissipate, “he-he’s fine! The only person I want to get rid of you is you!”

“Too bad,” he cackled before shrugging his shoulders, “I hate to break the news to you, but you’re not getting rid of me. I’ll be getting rid of you…and eventually that big idiot will come looking for you and then I’ll have him too. A two or one deal - can you imagine? What a dream!”

“Hate to break it to you,” your hands before getting scraped up as you tried to pull yourself out of his reach, “but he’s not going to come looking for me. He doesn’t care that much.”

“Don’t kid yourself,” you couldn’t hold back the scream that escaped your lips as he stepped on your ankle and crushed it under his boot, “you’re a pretty face, that’s enough for most men to come running. It’s almost a shame to kill you but-”

The next thing you heard was a sickening crack before the pressure on your ankle was gone. You opened your eyes and looked around the alley, only to find your would-be murderer on the ground and bleeding. A choked up sound escaped your lips as you looked up to find Miguel standing over you.

You prepared yourself for him to begin yelling but, to your immense surprise, it never came. Instead you watched dumbly as he bent down and scooped into your arms and stood back up with you clutched to his chest.

He studied you for a moment before tenderly wiping away the little bit of blood that had trickled down from the corner of your mouth. You had never realized that he could actually have such a gente touch. 

For a few moments he walked in silence before letting a heavy sigh and shaking his head, “I don’t hate you. I never did.”

Your brow furrowed in surprise but you remained silent. Your head felt foggy and you weren’t sure you wanted to push anything just yet. All you wanted to do was go home and get some rest. 

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A few days had passed since the incident with Miguel and you felt well recovered, except for the faint bruising that remained on your face. Really, though, that was the least of your worries. Ever since then, you’d been trying your best to avoid Miguel, while continuing to be surprised that he hadn’t booted you from the team yet.

“Hey,” you froze at the sound of his voice and turned around to find Miguel standing at the edge of your cubicle space. You swallowed thickly before squeaking out a response that made you cringe internally, “can we talk?”

“Umm…yes?” you looked at him and waited for him to make the next move. He turned and motioned for you to follow him. It felt like some sort of walk of shame as you trailed after him like a puppy. He didn’t stop, ignoring the whispers and titters from the other Spider-People as he beelined for his office. You kept your gaze trained on your feet and almost ran into him when he suddenly stopped, “oof.”

“Sorry,” you’d never heard him apologize before. Odd. He closed the door behind and leaned against it, “listen, I think we need to clear some things up.”

“We do?”

“Mhmm,” this time he found it difficult to look in your eyes as you hopped up and sat at the edge of his desk, swinging your legs, “I just…I don’t want you to think that I hate you know or ever hated you. It’s never been like that.”

“Could have fooled me,” you shrugged slightly, already having made peace with his dislike of you. 

“I know, I…fuck,” he ran a hand over his face in exasperation, “It was supposed to be easier this way.”

“What way?”

“If you hated me,” he finally managed to get out as you blinked at him owlishly, “then it would have made it easier for him to keep my distance.”

“But I don’t hate you,” you shook your head, “I don’t hate anyone…and I could never hate you.”

“Even now?” he chuckled harshly, “when you definitely should?”

“Even now,” you confirmed you heard his small exhale of relief, “now I just…I guess I’m just confused as to how you do feel about me.”

“When you left me and I couldn’t find you and then…when you’d been hurt…I thought…” he trailed off, clearly at a loss for words. You let his words sink in and tried to process the meaning behind him, “I didn’t know what I would do if anything had happened to you. All I could think about was beating that bastard to a bloody pulp.”

“Oh,” the gears were definitely turning as you came closer and closer to your conclusion. And then it hit you all at once and your entire face turned warm. You looked over at Miguel and could see that his cheeks were a darkened pink, “oh.”

“Umm…yeah,” he scratched at the back of his neck nervously before nodding slightly, “I just never know what to do or say. I-I’ve never been good with words. Keeping people at a distance makes things easier. If there’s no attachment then there’s no room or heartbreak.”

“I understand that,” you agreed softly, “but that’s no way to live.”

“I’m starting to see that,” he allowed himself to meet your eye and the two of you exchanged shy smiles, “so I guess I just wanted to say sorry.”

“Is that all you wanted to say?” you felt a little bolder now, nerves buzzing with everyone he had said and things that were left unspoken.

“No,” he agreed, “but it’s a good starting point, I think.”

“Yeah,” you nodded softly, “I think so too.”

“Cool,” he ran a hand through his hair nervously, “cool. Listen, I…want to do this right. So can I umm, do you want to-”

“Yes,” you slid off the desk and almost skipped over to him, “I’d love to.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara one shot #spider man 2099 #oscar isaac #spider-man

[incorrect-trolls-imagines]

Hi! How was your day? Good,i hope?

Anyways,I found your account recently and I really liked your partner squad AU! It's so wholesome and funny 😭 And I love Polyamorous relationships (i guess that's what it is?)

Here's a little headcanon (?) request for them,because I read the 'loosing colors' HC and I think that was just my favorite thing out of the partner squad thingies-

Honestly,I just want some hurt/comfort. I like crying (/j)

I give total freedom to you about what angst it is,but if you want,or are out of ideas,here are some:

-Reader comes back home after being harassed (not s3xually,maybe just about the way they act? Maybe they just stick out a lot and some people don't like it??? Some people are bullies man..)

-Overworked reader (Maybe breaking down??)

-Socially anxious reader?

-the reader fainting suddenly??

Something like that! Anyways,I hope this isn't too vague of a description,and that you have a fantastic day!!

-Nina/Weewoo

HII HELLO!!! THANKS FOR THE REQUEST AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A NICE DAY TOO!!! AND I'M GONNA DO ALL OF THEM IDEAS YOU SENT CUZ I'M A SUCKERRRR FOR ✨A N G S T✨

okey dokey folks! we've gots some ✨A N G S T✨ to go through so it's-a time to get-a cooking!

Here's the Loosing Colors post btw and I'm gonna use that one just for this first scenario (omg. a sequel, yes!)

💙♥️🖤Partner Squad Reacting to Gray!Reader getting harassed💙♥️🖤

💞 As a whole 💞

💞 Oh, they pissed. As soon as they find out that you've been having trouble with some inconsiderate trolls being nasty to you for having lost your colors, you can bet they're practically up in arms and very eager to have a talk with those bullies.

💞 (You're mortified and somehow manage to convince them to Not Do Anything To Harsh for your sake, though.)

💞 Lots of reassurance!

💞 Your partners won't allow you to sulk or dwell too much in the whole ordeal and they'll make a combined effort to always lift your spirits up whenever you start to believe the rude and flat out unnecessary things the bullies said to you.

♥️ Barb ♥️

♥️ She's easily the most outraged out of the lot. She hates bullies (kinda ironic, yeah, but you get the idea.).

♥️ Particularly, she hates bullies that joke and tease about such sensitive topics as losing your colors. Because, c'mon, that's just straight up professional huge a-hole behavior.

♥️ Whenever she wants to help you feel more comfortable with your situation, she'll take your hands in hers and raise them to your eye level, as if wanting you to take a good look of your laced fingers.

♥️ “Y’see? I'm sorta gray too, if you think about it. But I think you rock those grays way better than me, babe.” (She's intentionally corny to get a smile out of you and it works every time.)

♥️ She tries to get back at the bullies, but she's always too obvious and you never let her have the payback she's so adamant you deserve.

🩵 Branch 🩵

🩵 He can relate.

🩵 Oh, he can relate a lot. He grew up gray and, man, can trolls be cruel even if they seem to be all sunshine and rainbows. Not to say ‘he’s had it worse’ when he was younger, no, he's not the type to downplay a situation like this, ever, but he's definitely the best candidate to help you go through this ordeal because of his past.

🩵 Lot's of open-heart talks, venting, hugs and, yes, lots of tears from both sides as well (just don't go around telling everyone, please).

🩵 He's still devastated that something as awful as losing one's colors could ever happen to you but he can't mope about it forever (never in front of you, at least); he remains strong for your sake.

🩵 He also tries to ‘avenge’ you in whatever way he can, almost begging you to let him at least do something to deal with the ones that bothered you, anything, but you never give in and eventually he gives up (very reluctantly).

🧡 Hickory 🧡

🧡 Now, Hickory over here, he's actually the only one that manages to evade your suspicions and he flat out threatens the trolls that harassed you to buck off (in an eerily peaceful and very cowboy-ish manner, might I add).

🧡 After that, you don't ever get bothered again and Hickory lets you believe that those trolls simply had a change of heart.

🧡 His way of helping you go through this hardship is not by ignoring the issue, but he just rather not mention the obvious unless it's absolutely necessary.

🧡 It's not like he's in love with you for your colors or whatever, but he does care deeply for your mood and feelings. He just wants you to be happy, y'know?

🧡 When the time comes that your colors gradually start to show up again, he just smiles and he'll go out of his way to always remind you of how beautiful those shades and tones look on you even if they're still a bit dim.

🩷 Poppy 🩷

🩷 She's frustrated, very, very much so. Why and how can other trolls be so mean and nasty???? Like Why?

🩷 After finding out about the way you were harassed, she gets clingy. She gets clingy because now she doesn't want to leave you all on your own, exposed to more mistreatment.

🩷 Just like Branch, she's familiar with the subject of color loss and she doesn't take it lightly for a second.

🩷 You could even say it's a bit of some sort of guilt she feels about the way Branch used to be treated in the past that she's now worried 24/7 about you.

🩷 She refuses to allow anyone even think about ostracizing you; she'll go feral if she ever catches someone even batting an eye at your lack of vibrant colors, let alone comment anything on the matter in a negative way.

💚 Tresillo 💚

💚 He's still not entirely used to seeing you without those lovely colors of yours and he's not shy to admit out loud that he misses them.

💚 But he doesn't do that to make you feel bad, or inadequate or guilty on any level; he's just honest like that, and he hopes for the day that your beautiful colors return.

💚 Then, and only then, he'll know you're really and truly okay. And if you're happy, he's happy.

💚 Like Poppy, he gets overprotective and almost overbearing just so he can keep an eye over you so no one else dares bother you in the slightest about your color loss.

💚 He won't threaten anyone like Hickory did, but he will glare and give the worst of stink eyes at whoever steps out of line in his presence, and man, he can look kinda scary when he's serious like that.

💙 Trollex 💙

💙 Like mentioned before, Trollex once lost his colors too after the passing of his parents, but that particular experience he has on the subject is what gives him the reassurance he needs that you can get better, just like he did and just like Branch did as well.

💙 The thought of someone bullying you for your situation makes his blood boil but he's more concerned on how you feel and what you think.

💙 Forget those bullies, they don't matter now. Now it's all about you and how you feel and what you need.

💙 He becomes a bit of a mother hen, always asking about your mood and hoping that one of these days, your bright colors will shine bright once again.

💙 He's a great listener, so if you need a shoulder to cry on or just vent, he'll always be there, ready to give you advice and make sure you always leave with a huge smile on your face.

#trolls 3 #dreamworks trolls #trolls #dw trolls #trolls dreamworks #tbt #twt #trolls tbt #trollstopia #trolls band together #trolls world tour #trolls x reader #trolls imagines #scenarios and hcs #partner squad x reader #barb x reader #branch x reader #poppy x reader #hickory x reader #tresillo x reader #trollex x reader #yknow to this day im Flabbergasted that people actually liked the idea of the Partner Squad?? its nice to see the support about it really<: #partner squad au #alternate universe

[hyperfreaksating]

NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN - 5/9

Hey everyone ! I hope y'all are spending a fantastic day

(੭◕ω◕)੭ ♥

[ FANFICTION MASTERPOST ]

Note : So here it is ! The fifth part of Never leave me again, and daaaamn this one was SO HARD to write because it includes a character that I actually don't know very much since I didn't see them in anime yet and he's not in the live action... I read a lot of wikifan pages and reddit posts in order to get him right I hope I didn't mess up !! And Buggy is kinda acting out of character in this part, soooo it's weird, I hope you gonna enjoy it anyway.

Habitual note : english is not my native language, this is my first fanfiction ever, I don't really try hard to write things well I just give myself as an author a little treat with a lot of self insert. But I trust the buggy fandom to be nice and sweet ! you guys are the nicest person on the internet ♥

Tags : Buggy x FemReader, no use of Y/n, no physical description except for the hair color, no mention of genitals buuut it's implied that the reader is AFAB, self insert is self inserting 乁(๏෴๏)ㄏ

Content : Blood, injuries, dead mention I guess, coma, a soft N$FW scene (no porn description, just fluff TRUST ME IT'S JUST FLUFF THIS TIME I SWEAR), fever dreams, family reunion

~I offer you a blue Buggy for the ride ~

FEVER DREAM - 5/9

What was happening in front of Buggy’s eyes petrified him of terror. 

The big top was filled with an anonymous and furious mass of pirates fighting against each other. Richie was roaring and biting everything he could. Cabaji was sending spinning tops all around him in angry gestures. Everywhere, his freaks and crewmates struggled for their life, and for the safety of the circus. He didn’t even recognize the rival crew who was attacking them. He didn’t care.

Because in the middle of this chaos, you were there, fighting against a tall, menacing man, the face covered in scars - who he guessed was the captain. One of your daggers was planted in his thigh. You may not be the best fighter of the crew, but damn you were tough and he loved this about you.

“REDDIE…”

he started screaming, catching your attention. 

As you turned your head, the man you were fighting grabbed you by surprise to his chest, putting a knife under your throat. You tried to get another of your daggers, but he firmly held you, and you seemed to have trouble breathing.

Buggy’s heart raced in his chest. He detached a hand full of blades, ready to send them to your opponent, but the man pressed the knife on your throat.

“LEAVE HER ALONE YOU BASTARD, buggy screamed.

- Not a single move, clown." the other answered with a grin, "I’m not afraid of you. Everyone from east blue to west blue knows you became a pussy since you met this girl."

He pressed his knife against you a bit more, you attempted to struggle but he was way too strong. He continued his threats while Buggy froze, trying to mentally plan a way to help you. 

“Go and get all your treasure and weapons, otherwise you can say goodbye to your girlfriend.”

Buggy’s mind was on fire, divided between his concern for you and his threatened ego. In an outburst, without thinking, he sent his blades to your aggressor. 

“YOU WON’T HAVE ANYTHING, PIECE OF SHIT” he screamed.

The man in front of him dodged them easily, and an evil grim grew on his face. Without another warn, he stabbed you in the back and threw you on the ground.

“no, NO, NO”

Buggy screamed, dropping his weapon to run to you. The other captain called back his men. 

“Come on guys, it didn’t work."

With a disgusted face and a mocking smile, he passed by Buggy who was desperately trying to stop your bleedings and added

"We should have guessed that this pathetic clown couldn’t care about someone more than about his treasures. Take everything you find on your way. We leave.” 

Buggy heard him but didn’t care. He was on the knees, tears going down to his cheeks, holding you close to his chest.

“No, no, no Reddie, babe, please no”

Blood splashed from your wound, soaking his clothes, and your eyes started fading. He took you in his arms, grabbing you even closer to him, chasing red strands of hair from your eyes. He was talking to you with a nervous laugh, a sad grin on his face, way different than his habitual smile.

"Baby, doll, my love, you're stronger than that, right ? you promised to never leave me again remember ? You're not gonna break your promise right? Come on Reddie babe stay with me"

You weakly touch his cheek, breathing heavily. In your eyes, he was reading an instinctive terror. 

You tried to speak, but not a single word came out of your mouth.

You closed your eyes and your body fell in his arms, inert.

It’s been hours… days… or weeks… you didn’t know.

Last things you remembered were Buggy face, terrified, covered in tears, and a crippling pain in your chest right above your heart. 

You didn't know why you felt this weak, during the fight. It was like your body betrayed you. You were nauseous for the last few days, and fucking tired. An easy prey for an assailant.

Weakly, you opened your eyes, recognizing the room around you. You've been there before… it was .. the vogue Merry's hold ? You blinked, hearing a sob by your side. Buggy ? And… what was this thing next to him… a plush ? a... talking plush ... ?

You understood you were probably lost in another fever dream, and closed your eyes back.

~ 

"She will get better soon. I promise."

Buggy looked at Chopper. Fuck, he couldn't get used to it. When he heard about the new strawhats medic, he didn't exactly imagine it like a talking reindeer with childish behavior.

After the attack, Buggy did everything he could to save you. Fortunately the knife didn't hit your heart, and he managed to stop the bleeding with what he had on board. However, your condition was only getting worse. You threw up a few times and your fever spiked. Till this point, his crew didn't have a medic. He always thought it would be an unnecessary expense, but the thought of losing you in such a dumb way was insufferable. So he sent Cabaji to find the closest doctor, may it be aboard another ship or on land.

"Boss… I have good news, and bad news" Cabaji said when he returned on the boat.

He hadn’t even finished his sentence that a ship with a straw hat jolly roger pointed to the horizon. Buggy understood immediately, and sighed. Despite all his hate for your former crew, he was ready to accept a truce if  this could save your life.

He was a bit perplexed to see how well he was treated by the kiddoes this time. Well, he wasn't really in the same mood as when he was just a head. And he'd been the subject of a thorough body search before gaining the right to remain at your side. And your ancient friends apparently didn't want you to die. 

The little beast was, to his great surprise, a pretty good doctor. Afraid and shy at first, when he saw you he immediately changed his behavior and stopped acting like a kid.

"You did well to contact us. Her wounds are infected. She’s lucky to be alive." He said, focused on your state and very serious.

Buggy didn't leave your side, except for commodities, or when Chopper needed to examine your injuries. His makeup was almost totally gone, his hair was a mess and he hasn't had a proper sleep night for days. He wasn't very talkative, which was kinda strange for him. When he came on the boat at first, the straw hats were teasing him as always. But he didn't even answer, his heart and soul focused on you. He was way too proud to say how grateful he was that they saved your life. The only way he could express gratitude at the moment was by not being a pain in the ass to them. 

He was really surprised when broccoli hair, after visiting you, put a friendly hand on his shoulder before leaving the room, without saying anything. Or when the cook came and placed a dish by his side. "Smoked fish. A bit late, sorry" he said. He wasn't sure how he felt about this. It was so unnatural. On another hand, knowing that the strawhats didn't hate him as much as he did always annoyed him, threatening is ego in a very strange way.

The atmosphere on the boat was heavy. He had only one desire: to go back to his own ship, with you by his side, and to his habitual hate for Rubber boy's crew.

A tiny voice drew him from his thoughts.

"Buggy, she's waking up." Chopper said.

Buggy stood up and got close to you, impatient to hear your voice again.

~

This wasn't a fever dream.

You were aboard your former ship. 

Buggy was here and he didn't have any anger outburst since you woke up.

Everyone in your former crew was nice with him.

You almost died.

And you were healed by a talking reindeer who talked like a child.

What a fucking strange world.

You opened your eyes a few days ago. Buggy almost jumped on the bed, covering you in kisses, hugging you with all his forces. After Chopper told him that you needed to rest and that he should be careful, he only let his hands caress your features while the rest of his body was sitting in a chair by your side. 

“You scared me so much, holy shit Reddie I was so afraid…, he whispered.

- Hey, you can’t get rid of me this easily” you whispered, still weak, but so happy to see him.

For a moment, you just shared an intimate silence.

Your former crewmates came one by one to see how your recovery was going. You felt so much relief seeing how well they took your departure. Living by Buggy's side, you constructed a very particular definition of loyalty. You thought they would hate you for having left, but they seemed just happy to see you.

Luffy was the first one to come.

"REDDIE !!!" he screamed, before jumping on you and hugging you hard in his arms, making you suffocate. 

Buggy grumbled by your side and you could easily guess that it was hard for him to not explode in rage seeing Luffy acting so brutally, while himself was restraining to squeeze you against him the hardest that he could.

"Comon, comon rubber boy, you're gonna reopen her wounds" Buggy grumbled, sending his hands to grab him by the shirt like a kitty and put him back on his feet - Luffy arms stretching a moment before letting go.

Luffy started enumerating all adventures he went through since you left the crew without even catching his breath.

"Missed you too, Luffy" you said painfully, still hurt by his hug attack.

Zoro came later in the afternoon, with a card game. You were surprised to see Buggy and him play poker together without throwing insults at each other, but not so surprised to see Buggy literally sending an eye to Zoro's game. It was so good to see him again. You didn’t realize how much you missed him.

Sanji brought you all your meals with a charming face, and Usopp spent almost an hour talking to you about the time he ate a devil fruit but threw it up so now he was fine. You could see Buggy sat in his chair, arm crossed, grumbling. Damn he was really pissed off. You giggled, and sent him a kiss. Seeing him like this, you almost felt like you were in a family reunion, and that he was your boyfriend trying really hard to be well seen by your family. Which, well, was pretty much the case.

As the sun was going down, Chopper came to change your bandages. He insisted that Buggy left the room so he could have space to do his thing.

"Y'know I already saw her tits you rat … lucky you are I have to pee" Buggy mumbled, leaving the room however.

After Chopper left and before Buggy came back, Nami snuck into the room.

"Oh Reddie" she whispered before hugging you.

After a small talk about how you felt and how life was going, she suddenly looked at you, a serious concern in the eyes.

"Listen Reddie I don't have much time.I want to talk to you before Buggy comes back. I know you chose to leave, I know you love him, but I'm still worried about you sweetie."

You were about to reply but she stopped you, and put something in your hands. You looked at it. It was an earpiece den den mushi.

"I used something like this when I was still under Arlong's control. It is very discreet, you could easily hide it somewhere on your boat. Reddie if anything goes wrong with Buggy…

- Oh Nami you really don't have to worry. I know he's not really your favorite person but…

- Please Reddie. Promise you'll call." 

Her eyes were full of a silent fear, and you couldn't really blame her. She didn't know Buggy like you did, she didn't know what you shared with him, and probably only still saw in him the bad sociopath clown who destroyed Orange Town. You would be worried too if one of your friends left you suddenly to follow a man like this. You smiled at her softly, and put the device under the pillow.

"Sure Nami. If anything goes wrong, I'll call. Girl promise."

~

Night finally fell, allowing you to enjoy a moment alone with Bugs.

At first he insisted on sleeping in his chair, not wanting to reopen your wounds. But some lip biting and playful puns from you had wise of the poor clown. He took off his clothes and joined you under the cover for a tender embrace. 

You felt like you were crystal made under his hands. It was so different from everything you shared with him before. Buggy was an expert for passionate quickies in random places and for making things rough and louds. This night, however , his gestures were soft and careful, filled with concern. All your body was more sensitive than usual - especially your breasts, probably due to your injuries. Every touch of Buggy felt electric. 

The silence in the room was only broken by small pleasure sighs and your panting respirations. As both of you were reaching your climax, you took his head in your hand and with an infinite tenderness you kissed his nose. Buggy's eyes opened wide, and he started laughing, before biting your neck. All your body melted, submerged by the adoration you felt for him.

 In the afterglow, he spooned you tenderly, his arms crossed on your chest, carefully not touching your wounds.

"I love you so fucking much, redhead bitch." Buggy whispered to your ear.

You shivered. It was the first time he told you that he loved you, casually, frontally, without having a panic attack or hiding it behind a silly joke. You let yourself go in his arms a bit more.

"I love you too, stupid clown" 

You said softly, falling asleep against him, butterflies in your stomach as you were hearing his heart pounding behind you.

Buggy's arms were crossed and he looked away, pretending he wasn't listening. 

The two of you were right in front of the makeshift bridge going from the strawhats boat to his own. Chopper was telling you how to take care of your injuries on your own. You had to stay a few days on Merry in order to recover, and damn those were the worst days of his life, between his concern about you and the fact he felt like a leashed dog with this stupid truce…

For a moment, he was scared seeing you so happy with your former crewmates. A vivid insecurity punched his heart. What if she realizes she is more happy with them ? What if she left me again for them?

He couldn't support the idea of losing you another time. However, the night you shared in your tiny medical bed chased his pains away. You were his. Even if he couldn't get rid of all his trust issues this easily, he felt better.

He raised an eyebrow looking at Chopper. The little beast was still telling you how to take care of your scars after healing.

"Guy, listen, I know how to take care of my wife, can we go now ?" Buggy mumbled, impatient to break the truce.

He would never admit it but of course he actually listened to every single word Chopper said. He didn't want to lose you with another infection. He has been so scared, when you almost died in his arms. He never felt so scared in his entire life. 

Since you left the bed, one of his hands was always on your waist in a protective gesture. He couldn't wait to bring you home and take things back where you left them. To find back your life of freedom, alcohol and lust. To be alone with you.

Chopper stopped talking. Even if he gained trust while Buggy was on the ship, he was still not very reassured beside him. He nodded nervously, before looking at you.

"The most important thing is that you need to rest, and avoid the fights for a moment. In your condition … it would be dangerous for you and the baby.

- … wait, what ?" You said, not sure of what you just heard.

"Oh I thought you knew it ?" The reindeer answered, showing your belly with his hooves. "You're pregnant."

You hiccuped two times.

First when you heard Chopper's words.

Secondly when Buggy's arms literally fell on the ground at your feets.

~

OOF THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE, finding a way to combine Chopper innocent & childish personnality with a pregnancy announcement was SO HARD, but it was important for the story that the strawhats helped you and I didn't know how to manage it. Ye I said I didn't care if things were poorly written but still... I have standards. I probably be inactive for a week, my wife and I are going in a romantic trip together. I'll try to write the part VI before going ! Can't wait !! ᕕ(♥ヘ♥)ᕗ

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[drarrypotterrenaissance]

the day you were sentenced to azkaban

When I saw this fantastic piece by @longdaytogo I couldn't stop myself from writing - look at Harry's face! Draco's tension! The hands! So, here's 1.3k words of artsy, self-indulgent angst wrapped up with a hopeful ending. If you like it, thank my betas, @wecanthavenicethingx and @starlitsilvereyes for making it so much better, and being so encouraging that I was able to share it 💜 Read on ao3, or below!

The day you were sentenced to Azkaban, you were all alone. Your father had already been taken away to a life in prison, starting with a year of solitary confinement; and your mother had been sent back to the Manor to begin her house arrest. You were on your own, stoic and pale and thin and drawn in the chair in the center of the room, darting glances around the court and staring at the floor in turn. You flinched when the Wizengamot announced your fate; five months in Azkaban, a strict parole after that. You were silent, just bowed your head and trembled, but the Wizangemot chastened you anyway, reminding you of your crimes, and outlining exactly how severe your punishment would have been if you had been a year older when you took the Mark, one of them shuffling their papers and mockingly wishing you a happy birthday a day in advance; you didn’t say anything, so I did, standing up because I couldn’t stay seated anymore and trying to protest, so tired of all the hate and vitriol that hadn’t stopped even after everything.

Hermione stopped me, of course. She pulled me back down onto the bench and she and Ron kept me there until the Wizengamot had all but filed out, trying, I’m sure, to keep me from making any more headlines or forcing the court to give me an official censure. But once the worst of them had left the room, and only a few plum-coloured hats could be seen at the door, I broke free, and reached you before the Aurors coming from the edges of the room did. You were still standing from when you were required to out of decorum for the magistrates, and your hair had fallen across your face, so I couldn’t see the look on your face, but I could still imagine it. I’d seen it on enough other faces during the previous few years, and by that point, I knew exactly what despair and fear and panicked isolation looked like.

We had both been children, caught up in a war from the first year of our lives, and I felt that youth more in that moment than any before. I was so young and powerless, you looked so small and fragile, and I wanted to cry for how tired I was from being angry all the time for all the problems that hadn’t yet been resolved. I don’t even know what I thought I was going to do, why I was approaching you in the first place - you were just all alone, standing there, and looking at you in that moment felt like looking into a mirror, because that was how I felt too, even surrounded by so many people. Everyone else seemed to have their name intertwined with someone else’s; Ron-and-Hermione, Molly-and-Arthur, Bill-and-Fleur. Ginny and I had never really been Harry-and-Ginny, we hadn’t been given the time to forge that link properly, and it fizzled out before we could solidify it; when she moved on to be Ginny-and-Neville, I was left alone as just Harry. And in that moment, when I saw you standing by yourself in the middle of the room, you were just Draco, just like me.

I didn’t go up to you because I wanted to become Harry-and-Draco (although I am so glad to be linked with you now, our names connected on every legal document and letter we sign), I just walked over to you because you were all alone and I was too, and it made sense in that moment that we should be all alone together.

I think I started trying to apologize, for not doing more to help you, for how the Wizengamot treated you, for my part in our petty, schoolboy rivalry; I think I started to tell you that it would be okay, that it would only be a few months, and the dementors were gone now and so it wouldn’t be fun, but you would be alright, but I don’t think I got any of those words out of my mouth.

You shook your head, a small no, and the sight of the tears pooling in your eyes silenced me before I could begin. You were so absolute, so determined to be proper even after everything, and you told me… you told me no. You said, “Thank you, Potter, but you’ve done more than anyone could have asked of you already.” Your lower lip trembled a bit on the last word, despite your best efforts, and I couldn’t stop myself from acting once more, despite my best efforts (although I didn’t really try my best to stop myself).

I hugged you, and you trembled like a leaf, frozen other than the little tremors that wracked your whole body. You kept your arms stiff at your sides, and I could feel you tightening your chin where it pressed into my shoulder, determined not to let your tears or defenses fall.

It took a few moments, but then you inhaled, deep and shuddery, and you grabbed onto me like we were still fleeing the Fiendfyre, and I held you back, just as tight. I saw the Aurors start moving in again, coming to take you away, and I pulled you even closer, watched them falter with uncertainty as I held you and let you cry out your tears and put yourself together again.

I didn’t cry, but I did a good deal of self-repair for myself while we stood there. You were holding me like I’d never been held before, like you needed me, like you wanted me to be there, like you cared about me and wanted to give as much comfort as you were getting. I thought, at the time, that might have been wishful thinking on my behalf, just more of my loneliness striking out at an empty void, but I was so glad to hear you tell me, later, whispering under cool linen sheets on a hot summer night that you felt the same way then. I just wanted to comfort you, and be comforted myself, in a way I hadn’t previously known.

A few moments more, and I started to think too much. I could see the Aurors moving again, and their motion in the corner of my eye made all my thoughts come back, moving too fast and looming too big to focus on them. I didn’t want to let you go, and yet I was going to have to, I would have no choice in what happened yet again. I wanted to keep giving you comfort, I wanted to let you take everything you needed, while you held me right back, and that was warm and safe and terrifying, because you were Draco Malfoy and I was Harry Potter, and I didn’t know what that meant anymore.

(I know what it means now. But we weren’t Draco-and-Harry then. There were still two more years ahead of us before we got the first letter addressed to Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy, together, and it was another ten months after Luna’s baby shower that we even talked about making that link permanent. It took us five years from that first hug in the Ministry for us to return there to sign our names on the license that made us legally Draco-and-Harry Malfoy-Potter.)

I held you, and I held you, and I held you. I didn’t figure anything out then, and I don’t think I fixed any problems in those too-short seconds either, but I felt better, even as we clung to each other tighter still in the moments when the Aurors reached us and started to gently pull us apart.

The day you were sentenced to Azkaban, I watched you walk away between crimson-robed Aurors, and I started counting down to December, when I could see you again, and when things might start to feel alright.

#my fic #drarry #drarry fic #inspired by amazing art #everyone please go look at it now!!

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hello! ^_^ can i ask for the bachelors/ettes love languages both giving and receiving thank you! <3

(Gary Chapman, the man who came up with this theory, is a Not Great™ person, and his theory is filled with justification for misogyny and other general weirdness. The podcast If Books Could Kill did a fantastic episode on it in April of 2023, you can find it on Spotify or Apple Podcasts under The 5 Love Languages.)

I had a lot of fun with this! I will admit I kinda ditched the OG categories, but I did stick with the theme and overall you can probably figure out where everyone would land anyway. But MORE IMPORTANTLY, thank you for your request, anon. I appreciate you and I hope you enjoy this! Also this is really fucking long!! Almost 5k words!!! Holy fuck!!!!

🍀 Everyone say thank you to my best friend and editor in chief @lendelleaves for helping me with this. (I love you! <3) 🍀

Sam is a very tactile person, and I’ve said this before, but like a giant puppy who does not know he is giant, Sam likes sprawling himself all over you, no matter where you are. If you’re lounging anywhere together, his head is in your lap and his thumb is rubbing back and forth over your thigh. There have been many times when he nearly knocked out on top of you on the couches at the saloon, but his favorite place to sprawl all over you is at home.

He often traps you on the couch, and it’ll take a lot of bargaining and bribing to get him up—make no mistake though, he knows when not to push it. Sam is so observant when it comes to family, and he learns to read you quickly. He knows when you’re lying, or when you might be pretending to be okay, and is quickly able to discern whether you need support, or some space. 

When you don’t need space, Sam talks. And talks. And talks. He’ll fill up a silence like nobody’s business, or drag you out to exist in the world when you’re feeling like abandoning everything. When things are really bad though, Sam takes the reins and runs things for you. In the early stages of your relationship, he wasn’t very confident helping around the household, but he’s stepped up, and he’s gotten quite good at it.

Growing up with Jodi as a mother allowed him the space to dick around and act like a slob, and he’s a little ashamed of the way he took advantage of her. You try to remind him he was a teenage boy for a lot of that time, but he’s determined not to continue that cycle, and so his favorite part is cleaning—yes, you heard me right. He loves cleaning, because it makes him feel responsible, and it also lightens your load. When the dishes are cleared after meals, or when he’s taken care to sweep and steam the floors, he adores the feeling of productivity and accomplishment afterward. While he doesn’t expect any praise or compensation for it, he does cherish the moment when you realize you have time to relax (in a clean home, no less). He doesn’t ever want to sense the same regret from you that he did from his mother.

Sebastian struggles with verbal shows of affection, and tends to express his love with actions rather than words, but he’s kind of subtle about it. It took you a while to figure out what he was trying to say when he did these kinds of things. Sebastian is the type to cut up a plate of fruit for you after a long day working on the farm, and hand it to you wordlessly. He’ll help you unlace your work boots, rub any aches or cramps out of your feet, and make you a cup of tea—anything that could help you unwind. 

He loves taking you on dates! He’s taken you quite a few places on his bike, and while he’s not a huge fan of overcrowded places, he can handle them a little more easily with you by his side. You’ve gone bowling, to the arcade, mini-golfing (which he was surprised to find he absolutely sucked at), and to a few theme parks as well. He feels braver with you around, and his confidence has definitely improved since you met. He’s not concerned with the people that stare at you while you’re in public, because he knows without a shred of doubt that you’re not interested. Especially when you buy a funnel cake to share and wipe chocolate from the corner of his lips, or win him cheap plushies at a festival. He’s got a little collection of those going, by the way (and he’s named them all after fantasy characters, obviously).

When you’re not around, Sebastian likes to play some of the voicemails you’ve left him. He never clears them from his inbox, just so he has something to remind him of you when he’s lonely, and it may or may not have resulted in his inbox being completely full more than a few times. In a similar vein, his favorite messages from you are videos and voice notes, and whether you’re telling him about your day, showing off a successful harvest, or just popping in to say hello, he replays every message at least four times before melting into a puddle. 

Sebastian worried you might think it’s creepy, but he has a folder on his computer just dedicated to you, full of photos, videos, and voice recordings. He also has a candid photo of you in his wallet and refuses to talk about it, but one time you showed up at his place and found him sitting on his bed staring at it. You still don’t know how long he was like that for, and he adamantly refutes your claims of seeing him doing it at all. The walls of Seb’s office are covered top to bottom in pictures of you, and you’re pretty sure that all of his devices have you as the homescreen. It’s terribly endearing.

Alex likes spending time with you. Whether it be brushing your teeth together, doing the laundry, or loading up the shipping bin with your products and produce for the day, he’s calm as long as you’re nearby. He likes the physical reminders of your presence as well—stained coffee mugs sitting in the sink after you leave to work in the fields, the residual smell of you clinging to his clothing after you steal it, your personal items scattered around the living room, and anything else you leave in your wake. He wants to spend time with you constantly, but when that isn’t realistic, he walks into the bedroom and flops onto your side of the bed, just to shove his face into your pillow and inhale the smell of you.

When you are together, he’s always holding you. Whether it’s excitedly swinging you around in a circle in the entryway after you get back from work, gluing himself to your back while you waddle around the kitchen making dinner, or even walking through town together, he’s got to have his arms around you in some way. Granted, he’s not huge on PDA, unless someone stares at you too long and he wants to make a point, but he loves hugs, and especially playing with your hands! Rubbing his thumbs over the backs of your hands, threading and rethreading your fingers together, swinging your hands back and forth while walking through town, and making sure to remind you about the existence of hand cream when it’s the thick of winter.

Granny Evelyn was always very pointedly teaching him how to take care of his personal hygiene, so you can trust that he learned from the best of the best. When he is messing with your hands, you often find him admiring your calluses. He loves how strong your hands are; he says it’s a testament to your hard work and dedication. 

His life is so much better with you in it, and he’s finally comfortable just existing. Of course he still cares about gridball, but the guilt he felt about never going pro has dissipated, and he’s perfectly content in his life with you. He does wish he could’ve properly introduced you to his mom, but when you smile down at him in the morning, he likes to think the sunlight kissing the top of your head through the window is his mother’s way of showing her approval.

Elliott has a wonderful way with words, but if you want my professional opinion, this man gets tongue tied whenever you’re too forward with him. The more blunt you are, the more red in the face he gets. He’s always up in the clouds, and having someone like you there to ground him so solidly in reality switches his entire perception of love and attraction. It’s such a strong juxtaposition, against what he thought he liked, that many tropes within the romance genre have actually started to irritate him—love at first sight is probably the worst offender—and it affects the way he writes his own characters as well. 

Make no mistake, he’s still very much head-over-heels for you, but he doesn’t idolize you the way he did when you first met. There’s something so overwhelmingly human about you, to him, and he loves every part of it. 

So, he compliments you constantly—but almost always about something mundane or silly. The way your eyes look all droopy and clouded with sleep in the mornings, the way toothpaste surrounds your mouth while you’re brushing your teeth, or when you occasionally get your jacket pocket caught on a door handle and get jerked back with the force of hurricane level winds—and once, when you were struggling to put on your boots before a full day of work, and you tripped and toppled over in the entryway. You made the silliest sound as you went down, and even though he was quick to help you up and check you over for any potential bumps or bruises, he was laughing fondly to himself for the rest of the day. 

Even the way you look rumpled and filthy after a long trip in the mines makes him soft, and he always makes sure to tell you how wonderful you are. With your influence, he’s allowed himself to abandon his forced persona of perfection, and he’s never felt so authentic and comfortable in himself. He’s free to just be, and he’s eternally grateful to you, because you’ve shown him what love is supposed to be.

Shane always checks on the animals with you in the mornings, and he likes the physical labor that comes with repairing things or clearing debris from the farm on the first day of a new season. He’ll happily repair a fence or pathing, and he’s becoming more of a DIY expert himself the longer he lives on the farm with you. Shane is aware of how overworked you were when it was just you running the farm, and taking half of the shit off your plate makes him feel productive and useful—it gives him a little more purpose. He feels guilty about some of the habits he’s still holding on to, sometimes, but waking up next to you every day reminds him just how much makes life worth living. 

He gets a little down when there’s nothing to do on the farm, so if you want him to have a little more pep in his step, you know to ask him to do the usual chores while you dive down into the mines for the day. You do this the most often in winter, when the crops in the greenhouse aren’t ready for harvesting. He’s grateful for the work, and the knowledge that you trust him to take care of things while you’re fighting monsters makes him feel fulfilled. 

After a long day in the fields and with the animals, he likes lounging around before bed with you. His cheeks get so pink when you rub his back and give him massages, and when you shove a hand under his shirt while cuddling to rub his belly. He enjoys talking to you about anything and everything, and there have been a few late mornings because the two of you stayed up past midnight talking. 

He’s gotten pretty good at cooking, too! With all the extra time and a lot more of a sense of purpose in his life, he’s allowed himself to build interest in things he didn’t used to have the energy or time for, and that includes cooking. Make no mistake, he’s still comfortable with popping a frozen dinner in the microwave when neither of you have the time or energy to make a meal from scratch, but he’s become quite the chef! He tries to cook dinner for the two of you at least a few times a week, and he melts a little inside when you do the food dance after trying any of his recipes. He’ll smile so wide, and the tips of his ears will turn peachy-pink if you dare compliment his cooking, so you make sure to do it as often as possible. 

Harvey is always feeding you and making sure you’re dressed appropriately for the weather. He will absolutely run out the door after you in his robe and slippers if you forget a scarf, and a portion of your backpack space is reserved for the lunchboxes he makes you in the mornings. When you come back from the mines, regardless of how well it went or not, you have to let him give you a mini-checkup. He will not be able to sleep soundly if you don’t let him look you over, and he will nag you the entire time. He’s never mean about it, and he doesn’t treat you like a child, but it typically lasts fifteen to twenty minutes, and he might get weepy if he finds out you’ve been hurt. 

He’s just afraid for your safety, and he doesn’t want his life to go back to the dull and lonely repetitiveness it was before. Despite all of that, though, he’s calmed down quite a bit. He still has anxiety, but he’s no longer choked by it, and he’s relieved to have someone in his corner who can help ground him when his brain gets a little too ramped up.

He’s still totally socially awkward, though. He loves to hold your hand, but can’t do much more than that in public, because all of his blood rushes to his face and it makes him dizzy. He loves taking walks on the beach with you, and is the type to draw a heart in the sand with a stick and put your initials in it, but he’ll immediately scribble it out if you make a big deal out of it. 

In private, Harvey is a huge fan of parallel play activities; if you’re at the dining table reading a book, he’s probably going over medical papers or reading about fighter planes beside you. He doesn’t usually speak during these quiet moments, but occasionally he’ll reach over to grab your free hand and pull it up to his lips for a quick kiss. If you whine about needing your hand back, he purposely tickles your hand with his mustache and won’t let you pull away until he gets a real, full smile out of you. Since being with you, his life has become more rich and lively, and he gets more excited about things that would’ve gotten nothing more than a mild smile out of him in the past. You really have changed his whole life.

Maru pays really close attention to anything you express the slightest interest in. If you mention a particular candy that you’ve become obsessed with, she buys a full box the next day. If you mention liking a particular recipe, she’ll make it as often as possible until you get sick of it, and then she’ll move onto the next interest. The few times you took her to the city to visit your family, she made sure to take note of anything you looked at twice in any shop so she could buy it for you later. She’s surprised you with plenty of gifts this way, but there have also been a few times where she made the thing herself, and was very proud to say that her version was both better and worked smoother. 

Your farm has become a lot more automated, due to the sheer amount of tech and machines she’s built. She wants to make the harvesting process as smooth and as light in labor as possible, so that you have more time for yourself and your interests. She watched her mother’s physical state deteriorate over the years due to how often she’s lugging giant logs around, and doesn’t want the same thing to happen to you, so she’s constantly looking for new ways to lighten your load. 

She loves info dumping about her newest inventions or discoveries, and her favorite shared activity is stargazing. You commissioned Robin for a rooftop deck shortly after moving in together, and there have been many nights spent up there, with you pointing out different stars to Maru and allowing her to go on and on about nebulae, star systems, and giant interstellar clouds. She loves answering all of your questions, and never belittles you for not knowing something, or for asking an “obvious” question. It helps her brush up on her own knowledge as well! 

Beyond that, she likes roping you into shitty movie marathons. She’ll pop a few bags of popcorn and get out several bowls of snacks, and maybe if you’re feeling frisky she may just bust out a bottle of wine to enjoy between the two of you. She doesn’t think the movies are fantastic, but that’s the point! Her favorite parts are when she looks over at you after a particularly ridiculous scene, and she gets to watch you go through the five stages of grief in as many seconds. You’ve created a fair amount of inside jokes through this little ritual of yours, and it always makes her laugh, no matter how ridiculous the references are.

Penny takes immense care of the farmhouse, and loves decorating and redecorating your spaces. She’s always looking for the coziest pillows, or the prettiest wallpaper, and she includes you in every step of the process. If there’s anything you don’t jive with, or something you want to get done on the house but can never get to with all the other work you’re constantly doing, have no fear, because Penny will either find a contractor (Robin) to complete the project, or she’ll pick up a hammer and do it herself. 

She likes being a homemaker, and she’s good at it, and seeing you enjoy or react positively to any renovations and additions will make her whole month. You especially enjoy the home library she’s curated, because it’s by far the coziest room in the house, and because that’s where she loves to read to you—it’s something of a nightly routine for you both. After you’re finished getting ready for bed, she’ll sit on the thrifted chaise she restored, wait for you to get comfortable against her shoulder, and she’ll read until you’re sleepy enough to go to bed. (Sometimes you do pass out in there though.)

Your library is full of annotated books she’s given you, though she uses sticky notes to avoid writing directly on the pages, she will write an inscription inside the front cover with a short address to you about why she thought you’d like it. It’s pretty sweet, especially when she gives you romance books and explains with bright red cheeks that the main love interest reminded her of you. That’s always a cute moment, even though you’re a little shit sometimes and will quote the love interest in private moments, just to fluster her.

Penny secretly likes it, though—especially when you try to woo her. Whether it be with roses, dates, gifts, or flowery words, she loves every bit of it. Even though you’re together and she isn’t going anywhere, you don’t abandon those habits later on, and it reassures her. She initially figured the effort would be too much for someone as busy as you, but you always make time and plan romantic things for her, and she’s happy to know that her romance novels aren’t wholly fictional. You’re living proof of that.

Abigail has softened up quite a bit during her relationship with you. Don’t get me wrong, she’s still pretty passionate and bullheaded, but overall, she’s much calmer. She’s comfortable being herself and doesn’t feel the need to get defensive about who she is or what her interests are anymore, and it’s opened up a lot of avenues of self expression for her. She tries new things all the time, and she’s never shy about sharing her experiences or the results of them, because she knows you’re not going to judge her for it.

But because she feels so secure with you, she’s much more comfortable showing affection without fear of rejection or humiliation. That said, she stares at you a lot. Before you may have gotten a pillow launched at your face for bringing it up, but now she’s perfectly okay with being caught. She actually uses it to her advantage most of the time, and will take the opportunity to compliment you, like, “What, I can’t stare at the love of my life?” 

She loves flustering you. It’s mostly genuine, but she does do it just to be a little shit sometimes. When you play video games together (especially ones where you’re competing), she’ll grab your face and pull you into a kiss just to get ahead. It works 90% of the time, even when you know what she’s trying to do. She thinks it’s really cute, and loves seeing you get all worked up when she messes with you like that, but sometimes she does get lost in it and will abandon the game entirely.

On a more serious note, Abigail never lets you go down into the mines without her. She hates having to hear from Harvey, and she’d rather be there with you to prevent any accidents or injuries. It’s easier to get through the shafts with a second pair of eyes and another sword handy, so you’re alright with it—and another upside is that you’re never short on ore and coal anymore. When you get out of the mines afterward, she always suggests a dip in the spa. It helps you both relax and recuperate after a lengthy trip, and she gets to see you in a swimsuit. She may like the second part more, but hey, can you blame her? She thinks you’re hot, let her stare a bit more.

Haley is extremely tactile with her affection—she was pretty embarrassed about it at first, and tried to keep it at bay initially, but it caused some problems early on and that talk was not fun, so she doesn’t repress it anymore. If she wants to kiss you, she’ll ask for it, and the same can be said for any other physical affection. She wants you as close as possible a lot of the time, and when you do meet her need for touch, she all but turns into a cat.

She’ll push her face as far into your chest as it’ll go, latch herself onto your torso with all her strength, and if she’s feeling particularly goofy, she’ll jump into your arms like a koala. It’s very silly (and incredibly endearing), and she always giggles uncontrollably when you drop everything you’re doing to support her weight. She always warns you beforehand, and she does know when it isn’t safe or appropriate, so rest assured nothing goes wrong when she does decide to launch herself at you. Her favorite part about those moments is when you finally get a good grip on her. Again, she’s a tactile lover first and foremost, so your touch is going to make her happy no matter what. 

Besides touch, she likes how little you care about her appearance—make no mistake, she does appreciate when you take notice of all the effort she puts into her appearance—but she loves it when you wake her up in the mornings with a kiss, uncaring of her morning breath and eye crust. Like, sure, she grew up attractive and wealthy, and that meant she was popular, but it also meant she was highly criticized for everything she did. She could never have a blemish, a single hair out of place, or an embarrassing moment, and if she did, she’d be verbally torn to shreds. Always the topic of gossip, she learned to close herself off and pretend, pretend, pretend; but with you, she doesn’t need to.

She doesn’t feel the need to go to sleep with a full-face of makeup on, the way she did when she spent the night at her previous boyfriends’ places, and she’s perfectly content lounging around the house with a bare face and a tangled bun piled on top of her head. She can make all the hideous faces she needs to when applying her makeup and not agonize over whether you’ll still love her afterward. You’ve allowed her the space to let loose and let herself be imperfect, and it’s comfortable. She’s happier than she’s ever been, and a lot of it is thanks to you.

Leah is an artist, and it permeates her entire life—including the ways she loves you. She wants to make art out of you in a million ways, especially tactile ones, like braiding your hair or helping you dress yourself. She frequently stops you at the door before you head out for work, and she’ll fix your shirt collar or put your hat on for you, and adjust your hair until it lays perfectly.

She has paintings of you scattered around the house, but they aren’t always portraits. If you look hard enough, you can find hints of her love for you in all the art she creates; a canvas covered in your favorite flowers, a picture painted only with your favorite color, or subtle snapshots of your life together. She does have a portrait of you above her work desk, though, and it is by far her favorite piece. (She has rejected multiple offers for it, and she always will.)

She loves working on her art projects while you watch, and it’s become something of an inconsistent routine for the both of you. It started after dinner one night, when she was cracking down on a deadline for a commission, but you still wanted to keep her company. Not wanting to leave you hanging, she grabbed two glasses of wine, and you sat comfortably on her studio couch while she painted the piece for her client. She never demands silence from you in these moments, but when you are quiet, it’s easier for her to fall into the cozy atmosphere. Her work often feels less stressful with you watching, because if she gets overwhelmed or irritated with stubborn mediums, she can just flop next to you and take her mind off of the problem.

When you’re not home and she has no immediate commissions, she paints tiny hidden meadows on your furniture: on the bottom leg of your dining table, the inside door of a dish cabinet, the underside of your desk, the top of your front door, and even around the farm as well. She’s always so excited when you find another mini-meadow, and it’s like a special treasure hunt for the two of you. She’s gotten pretty good at hiding them, and she’s quite sneaky about it—except for the one time she fell into the pig pen trying to paint on the rafters in the barn—but that’s neither here nor there. (Don’t let her find the picture on your phone!)

Emily is like a crow. You’ve developed a mini collection of random trinkets, rocks, sea glass, shells, and feathers over the course of your relationship, all found and gifted to you by Emily. She sees a pretty shiny thing and immediately thinks of you. Sometimes she follows you around during your daily errands, just to keep you company. She absolutely steps in to lighten your load when you need it (or rather, when you let her), but usually she’s fine just listening to you talk, and vice versa.

She also likes taking care of you. Emily makes her own homemade soap and body oils, and if you’re ever worn out after a particularly long day, she’ll set up a mini-spa for you, and pamper you for however long it takes to wring out any lingering aches and pains. She’ll bust out dried flower petals and draw a bath for you, making sure to light candles and turn on a diffuser filled with calming oils to help you relax while you bathe. She doesn't want you to lift a single finger, and she may go so far as to dress and feed you after a bath; she likes to use warming oils and massage your entire body before bed. It’s both very vulnerable and incredibly relaxing—but that is her goal, after all—and she always finishes off her pampering with a healthy dose of kisses pressed all over your face.

While not everyone has as strong a connection to the spiritual side of the world, Emily does—and she likes sharing that with the people she cares about. Regardless of whether or not someone believes in the same things she does, she likes to look over your birth chart and horoscopes together, and sometimes she’ll do a tarot card reading for you, just for fun. She’s aware that people think she’s weird for being into these things, but you’ve never shut her down or made fun of her for her interests, and she’s both grateful and overwhelmed by how it makes her feel. No one else has taken such care to understand her, and she feels safe enough to be her most authentic self when you’re around each other. 

It’s also why she likes to dance with you! Whether it be a little dance-off in the kitchen while you’re preparing dinner together, or a slow dance in the living room, or even acting like nutcases at the saloon after a few too many drinks, she’ll have fun as long as it’s with you. She always has fun when it’s with you.

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[strawberryya]

whichever blooms first

Joshua x reader

synopsis: A dandelion is resilient, it can weather any storm, and at the end of its life it will even grant wishes to whoever sees its worth as something more than a simple garden weed. Your relationship with Joshua is the same, you hope, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make a wish that your love will last a lifetime anyways.

word count: 2.0k

genre/contains: fluff, hints of angst, flowers, lots of flowers, established relationship.

rating: sfw, all ages

a/n: here's my secret garden collab fic for the warm summer days ahead. it's short but sweet, I can pinky promise that much!

check out the other fics in this wonderful collab with the amazing authors from svthub here!!

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The spring sun was warming the surface of your skin. A calm breeze swept by, ruffling the high grass in the field you were laying in with your boyfriend. 

Your head was in Joshua’s lap and his shadow worked as a way to avoid getting the sun in your eyes. For the past hour or so your mind had been completely immersed in the fantastical story you had been dying to read for a while, only just finding the time to pick up as the hectic spring period was coming to an end and summer was on the horizon. 

Joshua had been the perfect headrest and parasol the entire time, and you hadn’t paid much attention to what he had been doing. When you looked up it gave you quite the fright to find that he was staring down at you, a small smile gracing his lips and a spark in his eyes. A spark that both intrigued and terrified you since you had seen it before and what would happen next was always a game of guessing the impossible. 

“Why are you looking at me like you’re gonna do something…? 

He smirked, making you even more nervous. “Stop it!” You warned, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he gave you an even bigger smile and a nod, conveying the feeling of having made a decision in his own mind. “I think you need a new nickname,” he said. 

This was not the kind of mischief you had been expecting. Usually he would tease you, tickle you, or attack you with kisses. You stared up at him, trying to tell if he was joking with you or if his serious tone mirrored his feelings correctly. “Why?”

“Don’t know, just thought you looked like a spring flower and that you needed a name that properly reflected that.” he deadpanned. 

You couldn’t help but burst out in laughter at his cheesy line. “Oh really, am I that pretty today?” You said and pretended to fawn over yourself, hands underneath your chin and fingers wiggling as if you were a flower, making Joshua crack up as well. 

“You’re always pretty and you know it,” he chuckled, “but the flowers around here just seemed to match your gorgeousness so perfectly.” 

“I’m pretty like a spring flower!” you giggled and kicked your legs up into the air with a little shout of “Yay” before you relaxed and just smiled up at Joshua’s pretty silhouette that was being lit up from the setting sun behind him. “Are you serious about this, Shua?” you questioned with a small smile. 

“Which flowers bloom first after winter? Daffodils?" he said and quirked an eyebrow in question as to how you liked it as your new name. He was definitely serious, you realized. Daffodils are pretty, but their other name is narcissus… You looked at him with an offended look, “Are you calling me narcissistic?” you said as you gasped jokingly. 

Joshua gave you a dashing smile in return, making you instantly forgive him. “Okay, not that one…What about tulip?” You thought about it for a while, not bad, but it just didn’t feel right. Maybe they were simply too common, you thought. 

“Better, but there must be an even better one.” you decided. 

“Oh, I know! What do you think about dandelions? They’re pretty, but everyone doesn’t see just how pretty they are. Me, however, I see it and it is blinding.” Joshua said, looking down at you with an excessively smug face. You were going to protest. A common weed that grew stubbornly by the side of the road? Was that how he saw you? But before you could find the words your mind looped back to the book that lay heavily on your chest where you had stopped before. 

“Dandelion! That reminds me of a really cute quote I read just a couple of chapters ago!! They were racing with their horses and she was looking at the queen being all happy and carefree,” you rambled on, excited to get an excuse to talk about the book on your chest. “Wait,” you said as you picked up the book and began searching for the words you had been reminded of.

“Okay, so here’s the quote: “Ead felt her own cares lifted from her shoulders. Like seeds from a dandelion clock.” Isn’t that so pretty?” 

Joshua’s eyes were big now and his smile was one you had come to recognize as him thinking you were adorable. “What? Is it silly?” you asked, a little shyer than before. He had this eerie ability to make you feel so heard, so seen, and usually, it made you happy. Now you felt slightly embarrassed about having digressed from the conversation so suddenly. 

“No. I like it, it’s a great quote,” he reassured you fondly. “Dandelion it is then! Your new nickname I mean.” 

His smile shone brightly as he declared his final decision. “It’s bright just like you.” 

That smile, like every other perfect smile Joshua had given you over the years, quickly imprinted itself on your eyelids. The sight of his smile was as common as daffodils, but beautiful nonetheless. During those times when he had been unable to smile at you like this had been the hardest months of your life. 

You never wanted to go a single day without seeing that very shining expression on his face ever again. 

Joshua had turned his gaze toward the field of flowers, expecting you to go back to your book. When you instead began talking his head snapped back down to you, his pretty doe-eyes made your heart flutter just like they had done so many times before. “I wanna come back here later and make a wish on a dandelion clock. I wanna feel all my worries lift from my shoulders just like the seeds the girl in my book talked about. Could we come back once all of these have finished blooming?”

“Mm, of course. Could I ask you something though?”

You nodded. “What are you planning on wishing away?” he asked, even though something in his tone was telling you that he was a bit afraid of the answer. 

“Well, you know, it’s a bit silly to say it out loud like this… but I wanna make a wish that we can stay like this forever.” When recognition lit up in Joshua’s eyes you averted your gaze, instead opting to reach a hand out to play with strands of grass beside the baby blue blanket covering the ground below. 

“Do you still have doubts that we’re gonna last?” 

You heard the genuine concern lacing his voice as he found the courage to ask. You nodded slightly. “I mean, I know that you do love me. You’ve told me so many times. Some days it’s just harder to believe in what I know. I thought you loved me back then too, and still, we couldn’t do anything but fight.”

Joshua stayed silent for a moment. The buzz of the field and the birds in the distance filled up the silence. It wasn’t as awkward to talk about it anymore, you felt it in the way neither of you was getting angry. There wasn’t any frustration or tension surrounding that period of fighting and the weeks when you had broken up anymore. The relief was immense. You felt it in your bones. Maybe you were strong enough to weather any storm that may lay ahead if you had managed to heal and grow even past that horrible time in your relationship. At least you hoped so.

“Yeah,” he sighed, leaning back onto his hands in the grass. “I get what you mean.”

“I’m really happy now though, I hope you know that. I really wouldn’t change anything in the past if it meant I would lose what we have now.” 

Joshua’s face lit up into half a smile yet again. “Me neither.” With a soft kiss on your forehead, he lifted your head off of his lap, making you pout in confusion when he got up from your little blanket. “Wait here, I’m just gonna go get something, I’ll be right back!” 

“Okay, but where…” you began but changed your mind as you saw him begin to wander across the entire field, apparently searching for something among the high grass and wildflowers. You chuckled and went back to finishing the chapter you had left off at as you waited for Joshua to come back. 

It didn’t take long for Joshua to come running back to your blanket with his hands full of small yellow flowers with petals that sprawled out like a tiny explosion from their stems. You looked up at him as he dropped the flowers in a neat pile on the edge of the square of fabric splayed out on the ground before he sat down next to you, slightly turned away from you so as to not have his project within full view of your watching gaze. 

That didn’t stop you from curiously peeking over his shoulder to sneak a peek at his crafting. You weren’t sure what he was doing, even as you recalled childhood memories of doing the exact same thing as he was currently doing with the flowers he had picked. 

His fingers were surprisingly nimble for their size as he wrapped the stalks of each flower around the next one, forming a long string of flowers tied together. It was pretty, but your imagination ran wild trying to figure out what he was intending to make. A necklace? A rope? Why would he need a rope of flowers? 

As you wondered, Joshua looked back to see your confounded face as he began turning around, his hands very obviously hiding something behind his back. You were pulled back to reality when you heard him chuckle at your zoned-out expression. 

“Oh, you’re done?” you asked excitedly, putting down the book to pay all your attention to whatever Joshua had ended up creating. 

That mischievous look was back, his eyes shining in the light of the setting sun that was sinking down below the treetops. “Ready?” 

“Show me!” you exclaimed with curiosity. You gasped when he brought his hands out from behind him, showing you what he had ended up making. In his hands was a round wreath, dotted with the bright yellow dandelions you had seen him bring with him. 

“That’s so pretty Shua.” 

“You like it?” he asked, seemingly a bit nervous to hear if you truly liked his gift. You nodded and he softly placed the flower wreath atop your head. 

“Thank you, I love it,” you laughed, adjusting the flowers so they wouldn’t fall from your head. “What’s it for though?” 

“Well… it just means ‘I love you’, nothing more, nothing less, really.”

You pouted, he made you a wreath to assure you that he loves you? It was a strange way to tell you, but it definitely worked. 

“I just want you to know that you don’t have to wait until you can make a wish on the dandelion clocks to know that I will love you forever.”

“You’re gonna make me cry if you talk like that,” you said, fanning your eyes in an effort to stop the tears. 

“I have one more thing, so don’t cry just yet!” he hurried to say, making you laugh and pushing the tears away momentarily. 

From behind him, he brought out something small, it fit in the palm of his hand with ease. A single dandelion was wrapped around itself and created a ring of its stalk. Your hand flew up toward your face to cover the scream that tried to escape at the thought of what this ring-shaped flower might mean. 

“I know it’s not perfect, but… my dandelion, will you be mine forever?” Joshua was smiling again, encouraged by the way you were almost jumping up at the sight of his creation. 

Tears were pricking your eyes again, and you nodded. “Yes, of course, I will!” you exclaimed, your voice barely holding up as you shrieked and threw yourself into Joshua’s arms. His body wrapped around yours as he held you close, accepting all the kisses you gave him as the tears of joy flowed from your eyes.

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[builtbybrokenbells]

Spitfire | viii

Jake and y/n have made amends, leaving room for only love while he takes her around the world with him. As their story comes to a close, he’s got one last trick up his sleeve to impress her.

Read part seven here

Read the epilogue here

Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, hot and heavy scene right below the cut but not sex, unprotected sex (wear protection pls), oral (f!receiving), quickie, hair pulling, hint of name calling/degradation, slight dom/sub, semi sort of public sex I suppose, a bit of slapping, JAKE SINGING, swearing, fluff, sorry if i miss any!

hi! last chapter!!! this fic is literally my baby and I’ve had so much fun writing this, and im so grateful for everyone who’s come along on the ride! thank you so much for every like, comment, reblog and comment. ive read all of them and they make my heart incredibly happy. I hope the ending concludes everything pretty well and you all like it. i am currently writing an epilogue because i HAVE to, it’ll just be some more tooth-rotting in the future fluffiness. anyway, without further ado, enjoy, always be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

“Jake, baby…” you breathed, head falling back on the pillows. His lips were dancing over your collarbones, making it impossible to think about anything else. His hand was on your hip, fingers dipping just under your panty-line, begging you to let him keep going. “Gonna be late.” You finally said, coming back to your senses a little more.

“We won’t,” he mumbled against your skin. “Just sound check, anyway.”

“Your brothers will kill me if you’re late on the first day I’m visiting.” You scolded.

“They’ll be fine.” He assured you, moving down your chest. He opted not remove your bra,, only kissing the skin around it. He advanced down your stomach, all the way to your bellybutton, leaving small marks of love around your navel and hips.

“Jake,” you warned again, causing his motion to stop, now. He looked up at you, an unreadable look on his face.

“Fine,” he hovered over you, not moving completely away yet. “Let’s go to the venue.” He said with a mischievous smile growing on his lips. A jolt of nervousness ran through you, unsure of what he was thinking. He stood, adjusting himself and looking over you. “Come on.” He held a hand out to you. You took it, standing up. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, lingering there for a minute. When he parted, he delivered a small smack to your ass as you walked towards your suitcase. You let out a noise of surprise, causing him to laugh.

“You’re a dick.” You smiled, pulling some clothes from your bag. You continued to dress yourself like you planned to do before he’d rudely interrupted.

“You love me.” He teased. You pulled your dress on, looking over to him with a grin.

“Yeah, I do.” He walked towards you, placing a kiss on your lips. You couldn’t help the disappointment you felt when he broke away. He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you to finish getting ready. You pulled your makeup bag out of your suitcase and made fast work at applying it.

The night prior, you and Jake had reconciled your issues, leaving the relationship almost better than it had been before the incident. You felt much more secure and confident knowing that he hadn’t done what you assumed, and now he knew exactly how your were feeling. The openness and understanding was something you weren’t used to, and it was wonderful. He knew more about your struggle with being in love and seemed more than willing to work on it together. You were still angry with yourself for disappearing on him, but the more time you spent with him, the more that feeling fizzled away. You felt fantastic that you’d made up with him, and sleeping in bed beside him was more of a remedy to the pain than any words you could share with him.

You were getting ready to watch their concert. It was the first you’d ever been to, and you could barely contain your excitement. You’d watched Jake play guitar over the phone and from a couple videos online, but never in person, mostly because the circumstance never allowed it. He was incredibly nervous, even though he would never say it out loud. He’d given up hope that you were going to come to Atlanta, and now that you were there, he was nervous he hadn’t practiced well enough. He was insistent on impressing you, but he had no idea that he didn’t even have to try for him to do that. It was nearing the time the boys had to be at the venue for their final soundcheck before the show. They’d done a quick one the night before, but due to Jake’s broken strings and sudden disappearance, they thought it best to do another. You were almost thankful for it, excited to see the whole set-up before the real performance.

Josh had dropped your bags off outside of Jake’s room earlier that day, assuming things had gone well when he didn’t hear from you. Sam and Danny had no idea you decided to go to Atlanta after all, and you were eager to surprise them. When Jake returned to you, he had to stop and admire the sight. “Hello, beautiful.” He said, making his way towards you.

“Hi,” you breathed, looking him over, too. He was wearing jeans and a button down, just something simple, but he always seemed to take your breath away.

“Ready to head out?” He asked. You nodded. He placed his hand on your lower back after checking to make sure he had everything he needed. You did the same, then welcomed his touch by leaning into him. He led you to the the door, opening it for you so you could leave first. When you stepped out, you saw the three other boys circled together in the hallway, chattering about something. Sam was the first to look towards the sound of the opening door. When his eyes fell on you, he froze for a moment, completely bewildered to see you there.

“Witchy woman!” He announced, causing the other two boys to look towards you, too. You couldn’t help but smile at them as Danny’s expression lit up, too. Sam bounded over, picking you up in a hug and spinning you around. You let out a laugh, just as happy to see him. “I didn’t know you were coming!” He exclaimed as he put you down.

“Neither did I,” Jake said from behind you.

“Me either.” You admitted. “But I’m glad I did.” You quickly explained.

“So are we,” Jake said, attempting to sound cool about it. He was over the moon that you were there and you had both made up for the week of despair.

Danny took his turn hugging you. “How long are you staying with us?” He asked, looking down at you.

“Uh, until my invite runs out, I guess.” You laughed.

“As if that would ever happen.” He said. When Josh didn’t immediately run to your side, Sam eyed him with an inquisitive look.

“You knew!” He finally exploded, accusing his oldest brother. Josh raised his hands in defence.

“Yeah, but I figured I’d let her tell you herself. I’m sure she had more important things to do rather than entertain you.” Josh shot back. Sam feigned a look of hurt.

“How dare you imply that I’m not the most important person here.”

“Sorry, it must have slipped my mind.” Josh rolled his eyes. “Anyway, if we’re all done with the reunion, we should probably get going. We’re already running late.”

“Right,” Jake nodded, sending him an apologetic look. Josh waved it off, beginning to walk down the hall.

The ride to the venue was filled with laughter and jokes. The atmosphere almost tricked you into believing you’d never left at all, and that nothing bad had ever happened. It was very comforting to know they didn’t hold what happened against you. When you arrived, Jake guided you inside, not willing to stray too far away from you. Their manger was waiting for them by the stage when you walked into the building. When you all reached him, he immediately directed them to where they had to go and telling them what needed to be done, only lightly scolding them for being late. By his tone, you could infer that this was not a rare occurrence. While they filed onto the stage, you took your time to introduce yourself.

“You can sit wherever you’d like,” he told you “if you want, you can stay back here, or you can go down to the main floor. I’m assuming you’ll be back here, later, so you can go get the real concert experience, now.” He laughed.

“Yeah, actually, I might do that.” You said, thinking it was a fantastic idea. He directed you on where to go, immediately getting his attention pulled in another direction. You went through the door he’d pointed out, making your way to the barricade. The arena was huge, the seated area completely surrounding the general admission area.

As soon as you took your place in front of Jake, he caught your gaze and gave you a toothy grin. You waved, excited to have his attention even if you’d been talking to him only moments before. He had his guitar hanging from his neck as he messed with the tuning pegs, trying to get the pitch right on his new string. Sam was plucking notes on the bass without being connected to his amp. Danny was lightly hitting his sticks against the edge of his drums, making a faint metallic ring sound through the air. Josh was saying something to Sam, laughing as he did so. Jake looked to his brothers, letting them know he was good to go.

He flipped on the power to his amp and gave the guitar a small strum, checking the volume. He adjusted the knobs slightly, picking another small tune to see how it sounded. He gave a nod of approval before walking over closer to his twin. Sam did the same with his amps, satisfied with the sound almost immediately. Danny gave a quick burst of the drums, causing the boys to laugh. Josh was the last to go, messing with the mic and the stand before speaking into it. “Hello to the pretty lady in the front row.” He said, looking to you. You gave an enthusiastic wave. “Meet me backstage after the show.” He gave a dramatic wink. You couldn’t help but laugh as Jake shot him a crude hand gesture.

“Watch it,” he warned, but a smile was on his face as he did so.

“Any requests?” Josh asked you. You thought about it for a moment, pretending to ponder really hard.

“Whole Lotta Love!” You yelled back, the joke landing poorly with the boys. They all let out a series of groans. The hate they continually received over sounding like a Led Zeppelin cover band was a taboo subject, and you always found it funny to poke fun at them.

“Alright, security, escort her out of here.” Josh said into the mic, causing you to laugh. He waited a moment before speaking again. “Any real requests?”

“Surprise me!” You said, deciding not to antagonize them any further. Josh looked to his twin and gave a shrug. Jake thought for a moment before taking to his guitar and starting an opening riff. The boys caught on after a moment, beginning to play their own parts.

They ran through a couple songs, not taking their practice too seriously. When they were getting ready to wrap things up, you saw Jake make a move towards Josh. He whispered something in his ear, to which his brother gave a nod and a sly smile. He motioned for Sam to come over and then relayed the message to him. They all turned to the drummer, letting him in on the secret. You watched them quizzically, unsure of what they could be up to. Jake strummed a few off notes, getting a feel for the rhythm of their next song. He adjusted the knobs on his amp slightly before he looked up, sending a smile your way and giving you a wink. He moved closer to Josh, and his brother stepped aside slightly. Your eyes widened, realizing that whatever they were going to play, Jake was going to sing it. You’d never heard him sing before, aside from a few small moments in the car.

Jake started his intro, immediately joined by Sam and Danny. Jake looked a bit nervous, but Josh had a wide smile on his face, fully confident in his brother. You figured from the minute they started conspiring, they were up to no good.

“Raven hair, ruby lips, sparks fly from her fingertips,” Jake sang, attempting his best to keep his confidence. You were starstruck, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. You were amazed at his dedication to your nickname, but more amazed at the sound of his voice. He was really good. When the chorus rolled around, all of the boys joined him, but as soon as the second verse came around, they left him on his lonesome again. By that point, his anxiety had washed away slightly, and he was more comfortable in his singing. He didn’t look up to you until almost the very end, nervous that he would mess up if he saw your face. “She can rock you in the nighttime til’ your skin turns red,” his eyes locked on yours, and he felt a surge of emotion run through him at the sight of your expression. They sang the chorus one last time and played the outro, ending with an elongated chord. They all looked to you, waiting for your reaction.

You exploded into cheers, clapping your hands. They all laughed, Jake and Sam putting their instruments down. Josh fixed the mic stand back to his liking and Jake set his amp back to the way he had it before. You made your move to return to backstage, practically running to meet them. When you came face to face with Jake, he almost looked like he had a blush on his cheeks. “I had no idea you could sing like that!” You exclaimed. He laughed, pulling you into him by your hip.

“In a good, or a bad way?” He said, face inches from yours. You felt your heart flutter.

“Good, very good.” You whispered. He smiled, leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips.

“Not better than me, I hope!” Josh said, dramatically breaking up the moment.

“Never, Josh.” You assured him, subtly winking at Jake. He chuckled, placing another kiss to your forehead. Their manager joined the group, now, and everyone’s attention turned to him.

“They’re gonna open the doors in about thirty minutes,” he told them. The boys nodded. “Get something to eat, get dressed, get your faces on, and be back out here in about three hours.”

“Copy,” Sam gave him a salute. When their manager walked away, he turned to the rest of you. “What are we eating?”

“Whatever is good with me.” You shrugged. The other boys gave a nod of agreement. Sam rolled his eyes.

“You guys are a fantastic help.” He snipped.

“You asked, we answered.” Jake said, not taking any of his shit.

“Barely!”

“Pizza,” Josh gave him a pat on the shoulder, helping him out.

“Again?” Sam complained. His brothers looked between themselves, holding back a laugh.

“You get whatever you want, Sammy.” Josh said, turning and finding his room. Danny broke off, too, and Jake nudged you, telling you to follow him. You both left Sam alone to ponder the dinner choice. Jake brought you to his dressing room, closing the door behind you.

He gave you a soft smile, pulling you into a kiss. You hummed softly, adoring the feeling. He smiled against you, snaking his arm around you. His hand rested on the curve of your back for only for a moment before he moved it downwards. You let a gasp out as he grabbed your ass and pulled you into him. His reached lower, fingers dusting across the hem of your dress that was laying on your thigh. He slipped his fingers underneath, pulling it up so it was just below your hip “Jake,” you pulled your mouth from his, uttering a warning. Although you knew you shouldn’t, his hand felt incredibly good on you, and it had been a long time. It took everything in your power to stop him earlier, and you weren’t sure if you had the willpower to do it again.

“What’s wrong?” He teased, inching your dress further up as he spoke.

“Can’t do this here, you have stuff to do.”

“Yeah, you.” He said, hiking your dress over your ass. You couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal run through you. He pushed you back into the wall, one hand working at your dress, his other bracing the wall beside your head.

“Someone will hear us.” You rushed out, trying not to notice his hand now attempting to spread your thighs apart.

“Be quiet, then.” He shot back. You involuntarily moved your legs, allowing him access to you. As much as you thought it was a bad idea, you couldn’t help but welcome his touch. “There’s no way I’ll be able to make it through the whole show with you standing there looking like this.” Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling his fingers gently rubbing you through your panties. You were certain they were already soaked, knowing you’d been waiting for this just as long as he was.

“D-don’t want you to be late getting on stage.” You mustered out. His hand pulled your underwear to the side, fingers getting a feel for you again. He sighed at the feeling, running your arousal up to your clit and rubbing slow circles. Your head fell back and rested against the wall, now only being able to focus on what he was doing to you.

“Only reason I didn’t fuck you earlier is because you didn’t want me to be late. I wasn’t, we’re here, and I have time.” He soothed your worry, knowing you were too far in to back out now. “Are you going to be good for me and let me fuck you, or are you going to be a brat?” He asked, applying a little more pressure to you, now.

“M’gonna be good,” You promised. “So good.” He pushed your hair away from your neck and leaned down, placing his lips to your skin.

“That’s my girl.” He mumbled against you. You closed your eyes in bliss, pleasure running through every nerve in your body. He located the sweet spot below your ear with ease, gently sucking a mark into it. Your hips bucked forward into his hand, causing a smirk to grow on his face. “Missed me, didn’t you?” His mouth was just next to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He barely spoke the words, but you heard him loud and clear.

“Yes, sir.” You could feel his erection pressing into your leg through his jeans.

“Gonna make this quick, okay?” You gave him a nod. “Promise I’ll fuck you like you deserve once we get back to the hotel.” You knew he meant it. There was no doubt in your mind he wouldn’t stop until his name was the only thing you could say. He pulled away from you, checking that the lock on the door was clicked. He jiggled the handle just to make sure. “Don’t want anyone interrupting this.” He confessed. His eyes raked over you, soaking up the sight. You were standing, dress pushed up to your stomach. Your lipstick was smudged against your lips, eyes fixated on him.

“Look at you,” he rasped, completely enamoured with the sight of you. “My pretty little whore.” He returned back to you, pulling you in for a quick kiss before anything else. “I love you.” He whispered as he pulled back, almost as if he felt bad for such harsh words.

“I love you.” You answered, giving him a soft smile. He watched your face for a moment, searching for even a hint of discomfort. “Green.” You promised. He gave a slight nod, shaking off the moment of uncertainty. It had been a long time since he had you like this, and his confidence diminished slightly as the weeks went on. He kissed you once more, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. You moaned into his mouth, unable to hold yourself back. It was embarrassing at how quickly he could turn you into a mess.

He pulled back, immediately sinking down to his knees. He hooked his fingers through the sides of your underwear, pulling them down in a swift motion. He tapped your ankle and you lifted your foot slightly, allowing him to take them off completely. He threw them somewhere behind him, not caring where they ended up. He moved closer to you, guiding one of your legs over his shoulder. He made sure you were steady against the wall before he did anything else. His fingers dusted over your thigh, causing goosebumps to raise over your skin. He took his time to admire you before he continued, feeling like the luckiest man in the world to have you like this again.

You watched him, the anticipation almost killing you. Not once had you known Jake to take it slow in the bedroom. He’d seemed so antsy to get you naked, but now he wanted to savour every second. He liked to tease, but this seemed to be much more than that. He didn’t want to be an asshole, just wanted to appreciate every part of you. Slowly, he brushed his lips over the insides of your thighs. You brought your hand down, brushing it through his hair as he did so. As turned on as you were, you couldn’t help but enjoy the moment, too. It felt like an eternity since you had felt him on your skin so intimately. He brought his mouth to your heat, hovering for a moment. You didn’t push him, worried that the sweet side would come to an end and he’d leave you like that for the rest of the night. Eventually, he connected his mouth to you, running his tongue painstakingly slow through your folds.

You let a sigh of relief fall from your mouth, fingers twirling through his hair. You missed the feeling of him between your legs. After a few moments, he turned his attention to your clit, suctioning his mouth around it. You couldn’t help but let a throaty moan out at the feeling, the relief almost instantaneous. He worked at you with his tongue, soaking up every noise you were making and using it as encouragement. His fingers were gripping your thigh, holding you steady while you lost yourself to the pleasure. “Fuck, Jake,” you groaned, knotting your fingers in the hair at the base of his skull. He hummed against you, pulling back for a moment.

“Missed me?” He breathed.

“So much,” you assured him, holding back a whine at the loss of contact. He returned back to you, faster than before. He was determined to get you off, making quick work so he could avoid any interruptions. It didn’t take long for a knot to begin to form in your belly, your breathing laboured and hands desperately holding onto him.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me.” He barely moved his mouth from you to give you the encouragement, his tongue finding your clit again almost instantly. You bit down on your lip, trying your best to muffle any moans that were threatening to escape. It only took a few more seconds and you were coming undone, head falling back to rest on the wall and legs shaking as you tried to hold yourself up. His grip on you tightened, ensuring you stayed steady. He rode you through the orgasm, slowly tapering off his speed until he felt your muscles relax. He pulled away, lust clouding his eyes and your orgasm glistening on his face. He gave you a sly smile when you finally looked down at him. “That was fast.” He commented, cockiness radiating from him.

“Fuck you,” you shot back, not really realizing your words. He gave you a look of warning.

“Careful.” He scolded.

“Sorry, sir.” You whispered. He stood, not even acknowledging the apology. He roughly spun you around, pushing your upper half into the wall and pulling your hips back. He delivered a sharp slap to your ass, causing you to gasp. You heard him unbuckling his belt, freeing himself from his jeans. He spit on his hand and stroked himself for a moment before lining up with your entrance and pushing himself inside of you.

He gave you no time to adjust, his pace brutal. You let a few moans slip out, but he grabbed your hair in his fist, turning your head to the side so you could see him through the corner of your eye. “Quiet,” he warned. You managed a nod, fighting against the tight hold he had your head in. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss while he fucked you, making sure you were silenced as he picked up his pace. The hand that was holding your hair loosened its grip, allowing you to relax your neck again. He used that hand to reach around the front of you, finding your clit with ease. You groaned at the touch, still sensitive from your first orgasm. “What did I just say?” He snapped.

“S-sorry,” you said quickly, fighting back any other noises.

“I know it feels good, baby, but I don’t want anyone else to hear those pretty sounds.” He softened his tone, realizing he needn’t be too hard on you; he felt the same way after so long being without you. “Those are just for me, okay? I’ll let you be as loud as you want when we get back to the hotel.” He tried to keep his tone steady, but he was failing miserably. He was almost regretful for chastising you about finishing so easily, because he was struggling not to, now. He picked up the speed of his fingers, aiming to give you at least one more orgasm before he finished.

He didn’t have to try very hard; the feeling of him inside you was more than enough to push you over the edge. His tip was brushing your g-spot with every thrust, driving you closer to an orgasm each time. The added simulation on your clit was blissful, making it hard to focus on anything else. “Jake,” you warned. He knew exactly what it meant, ensuring he kept his pace steady.

“Come on, beautiful.” He ordered. He felt a shred of relief, knowing he didn’t have to hold himself back much longer. The encouragement was all you needed to come undone. You reached your peak for a second time, clenching around him and moaning his name. The hand that was on your hip came up and clamped around your mouth, silencing you as he continued to fuck you. The noises you couldn’t contain were muffled by his palm, allowing you to relax and enjoy your orgasm without worry someone would hear you. His cock twitched inside you, a warning that he was close, too. He dropped his hand from your mouth and moved both of his hands to your hips, pulling you back on him as he thrusted into you.

“Fuck, y/n.” He groaned, forcing your hips back onto him once more. He held you there, his orgasm hitting him hard. He let out a quiet slur of curse words as he spilled inside of you, only loosening his grip on you when he came down from the high. He rested inside you for a moment, leaning in and placing a few small kisses on your shoulders. He slowly withdrew, trying his best to control the mess. You sighed at the sudden emptiness, missing the feeling almost immediately.

You both came back to your senses a little bit, realizing the state you were in. Jake helped you to the bathroom so you could clean yourself up. When you finished, you checked yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your lipstick smudged and your mascara was running. You fixed your makeup as best you could and raked your fingers through your hair, straightening it out. When you returned to Jake, he was lounging on the sofa, dressed and completely unfazed by the earlier altercation. He looked up to you, giving you a smile. “Hi gorgeous.” He held his hand out, motioning for you to join him. You walked over, sitting beside him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He placed a kiss to the top of your head, causing a smile to form on your lips. You looked up to him, having to stifle a giggle.

“Red really is your colour.” You told him, making a move to wipe the smudged lipstick from his lips. “You couldn’t have waited until we got back to the hotel?”

“Waited long enough, I think.” He said pulling your chin upwards with his index finger. He caught you in a kiss, much sweeter than the ones you’d shared previously. “Don’t think that means we’re not doing it later, too, though.” You let out a small laugh, but thought it best not to respond. You turned your head to look to the floor, suddenly remembering your discarded underwear. He laughed at your puzzled face when you couldn’t locate them. “Looking for these?” You whipped your head to look at him, noticing he’d pulled something halfway out of his pocket. You noticed the black lace, giving him a bewildered look.

“Yeah, actually. Can I have them, please?” You held your hand out. He pretended to debate it for a moment, but eventually shook his head.

“No, actually, I think I’ll hold onto them for you.” He said, slipping them back into his pocket. You gave him a gentle smack on the arm.

“Give them back!” You exclaimed, a ghost of a laugh in your tone. You tried to push his hand out of the way to grab them for yourself.

“Mmm, no.” He said, moving quickly and pinning you down to the couch. You both erupted into a fit of giggles, almost completely forgetting why you were arguing in the first place. His hair hung down, ticking your exposed shoulders. He had a grin plastered on his face, unable to hold it back at the sound of your laughter. He peppered a few kisses over your cheeks and nose before placing one on your lips. “It’ll be my good luck charm, tonight.” He hummed. “Just be careful if you bend over, wouldn’t want you to give the boys a show of their own.” He teased.

“You’re an asshole.” You said, but you couldn’t hold back your smile.

“You love me, though.” He replied, face hovering over yours.

“Yeah, I do.” You said, tone gentle and sincere.

“Did you really like the song, earlier?” He changed the topic.

“Of course I did,” you said, making a move to sit up. He moved backwards, freeing you from your position. You both sat upright again.

“Did… did I sound okay?” He said, sounding a bit sheepish. You let out a scoff, almost rolling your eyes at the question.

“I think,” you leaned in, nose practically touching his “if that was the only song I could ever listen to for the rest of my life, I’d be fine with it as long as you were singing it.” You caught his lips in a kiss, soft and full of emotion. “Best singer I’ve ever heard, for sure.” You breathed when you pulled away. “Don’t tell your brother, though.”

“I wouldn’t break his heart like that.” Jake chuckled. “I made them learn that song… wanted to play it for you for a while now, but I didn’t think I was ever gonna get the chance.”

“I’m really glad I got to hear it. You should sing more.” You told him, hand reaching out to brush the hair from his face.

“No, I think that’s okay.” He laughed, brushing the statement off. “More of a one time thing.” You couldn’t help the frown that formed on your face.

“You mean to tell me we’re gonna spend the rest of our lives together and I’m never going to hear you sing again?” You teased. “Even if it’s just for me?” His eyes looked over your face, his breath catching in his throat.

“If you’re promising me forever, I’ll sing to you every day for the rest of my life.” He said, more serious than he’d ever been.

“I’ll promise you forever, rockstar.” You whispered. “I know what life is like without you, and I don’t ever want to feel that way again.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek, then moved to brush the hair from your face. He took your head in his hand, pulling you in for another kiss. He held you there, scared to let you go, thinking that he might have been dreaming. When he finally broke away for air, he kept his face close to yours, revelling in the intimacy.

“I love you, witchy woman.” He said.

“I love you so much, Jake.” Another smile started to form on your lips. After a moment, a knock on his door broke the focus. He pulled back, looking towards it.

“What?�� He called out, sounding a bit grumpy.

“Food is here, lovebirds. Come and eat, then we have to get ready.” Sam called from the other side. Jake sighed, but stood, anyway. He held a hand out to you, helping you up. He went to the door, unlocking it and cracking it open to see his brother waiting impatiently. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, watching Sam stalk off down the hallway. Jake looked back at you, motioning for you to follow.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.” You promised. He stood, not wanting to leave without you, but eventually conceded when you shooed him away. He blew you a kiss before he left, only satisfied when you pretended to catch it.

You watched him turn and walk out of view, your heart happy and full of love. You had no idea how you got here; you never envisioned yourself falling for someone ever again, let alone promising them forever, and meaning it. You were even more baffled at the fact he was a rockstar, famous with girls constantly flocking to him, but he fell for a spitfire in Maryland who was still trying to make a name for herself. One who was just a small, insignificant dot on a huge map. Still, you couldn’t help but feel grateful, shoving the uncertainty to the side. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t let that get in the way of loving him, anymore. He’d never given you a real reason to doubt him, and you were fairly certain he never would. For the first time in your life, you felt wanted, like for once you truly belonged. After two decades of searching for a sense of self, trying to discover where you were meant to be, you had finally found it. Or, at least the person who would help you get to exactly where you were supposed to be. Until that day came and the entire journey finally made sense, you were completely and utterly content with him being your rockstar, because you knew you were always going to be his witchy woman.

A/N my heart is happy :))) also witchy woman came on from shuffle just as I was finishing editing this and about to post, which is kind of cool. hope you liked it 🫶🏻 hope to see you on the next journey (p.s. stay tuned for the epilogue ;) )

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It's Not Tenzin

Here’s my submission for day 7 of Lin Beifong’s Week. You can also find it on AO3.

Pairing: Lin Beifong x 😏

Rating: G

Art made by JadeLotus💚

Poppy and Lao's ceremonial annual Beifong reunion had been reinstated after decades. Ever since Lin waved a white flag on the family drama, it was meeting after meeting almost every month. Whether it was Suyin’s dance recital or Huan’s exhibition or the plethora of hobbies Wing pursued before its disastrous showcase, Lin was obligated to attend. But the breaking point was when the ticket vendor at the Republic City train station asked Lin if she wanted to buy a monthly pass to Zaofu. That was it. This family had been seeing each other a little too much our Chief was fed up.

And that’s how the annual Beifong reunion came about. Once a year, at a predetermined location, the entire Beifong clan would gather, exchange pleasantries, and well, unpleasantries, and most importantly, were exempt from the remainder of the clan’s activities. "For the rest of the year, voluntary participation only," Zaofu's matriarch had said.

At nineteen years old, Lin couldn’t care less about Suyin’s rampant gossip sessions, but at fifty-eight years old, Lin realized she could care even less about the same.

After a riveting game of power disc in the morning, followed by tea and snacks courtesy of Suyin’s fantastic chef, Lin found herself feeling fresh and rejuvenated. For the first time, she wasn’t counting minutes until she could be back in Republic City.

Little did she know that feeling would be wildly short lived.

Toph and Suyin, amidst conversation, took their seats beside Lin. Su giggled at something her mother said, forcing Lin to repress the grunt that her sister’s shrill voice induced.

“You’ve hated that sound ever since you were six years old,” Toph began.

Lin raised an eyebrow.

“That’s because I was born when she was six years old,” Suyin said, giggling again.

“And you say I remember nothing of your childhoods,” Toph remarked.

Lin didn’t want to engage. Rewinding Beifong memories had always been a risky move- and Lin didn’t intend on drowning after all these years.

 “Anyway,” Suyin said, as if reading Lin’s mind, “I was just telling mom about why Bataar’s new interest in—”

“Mmmm, didn’t you tell me all about that last night?” Lin tried cutting her off. 

“Oh no,” Su smirked. “This was something that happened last night. You see, it all started because Bataar was missing me in bed since I was with—”

“Suyin, you’re my daughter and I tolerate you in that capacity, but I cannot listen to your sexcapades with that tendril of a man any more than once a day. You already ruined breakfast.”

Lin had never been more thankful for her mother’s quippy interruptions.

Unfortunately, that too would be short lived.

“However,” the blind woman continued, “Zuko was asking me about you, Lin and your sexual life.”

Lin almost choked on her tongue.

“Her sex life?” Suyin echoed, appalled.

“Romantic life. Same thing,” Toph said with a shrug.

“I hope you let him know that there’s nothing to know,” Lin replied with a frown.

“Oh, I would have,” Toph said with a chuckle, “but you see, I don’t lie.”

Lin gawked at her mother. Suyin nodded from side to side, quickly trying to study the expressions on the women’s faces. There was something she didn’t know and that was plain wrong. Suyin had to be in the know about everything and everyone’s business. This was utterly unacceptable and in her own home no less. But as if reading her daughter’s mind- if she could ever read anything- Toph pulled out a dilapidated piece of paper from her pocket. Handing it over to her youngest, she said, “Well then, explain this.”

Suyin gazed at the letter. Her eyes would’ve fallen out of their socket at the sight of a gossip so juicy- something she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams.

“I recognize the handwriting!” she gasped.

Lin moved closer to her sister, face painted with concern over an ambiguous letter, sole anxiety and no heart pumping blood through her veins.

“What is—”

Suyin gasped louder. “Lin! Are you having an affair with Tenzin?!”

“No!” she exclaimed, snatching the letter. Her eyes followed the scripture unorderly. Where was this letter from? Why was it in her belongings? How did her mother, of all people, find it? But most importantly, the penman and contents of this letter rattled her as her vision glazed through it quickly. Realization struck like lightning, forcing her to bite her bottom lip with fear. 

“Who else would call you their beloved and use hackneyed words like ‘I love you more than anything, why won’t you believe me’ or—”

“It’s not Tenzin!” Lin reiterated through gritted teeth. “Where did you find this letter?” she glared at Toph and slammed the paper on the table, visibly harrowed by its contents.

“More importantly, who is so in love with our Chief Crankypants?” Suyin asked.

Lin slapped her forehead when Toph burst out laughing. Suyin sneakily grabbed the letter and opened it back up to find the answer to her own question.

“So, who is it?” Toph asked.

Suyin couldn’t help but hold in her smile as she read through its entirety. Lin didn’t even bother interrupting her as she covered her face with embarrassment.

“Lin,” she said softly, “this is probably the sweetest, most tender love letter I have ever read. But it doesn’t say who it is. They’ve signed their name as ‘your smarter half’ and if that isn’t Tenzin—”

“It's NOT Tenzin!” her voice resounded the room.

“Who’s not Tenzin?”

The Beifong ladies looked up at the sound of the new voice. It was Asami, and behind her, came General Iroh, Avatar Korra and Detective Mako. Now that Bolin had become a Beifong, this had become an extended family reunion.

Lin groaned.

“My sister’s mystery man,” Suyin said with a giggle.

“Mystery man and Lin Beifong!” Korra cooed, bending a gust of wind underneath to prop herself close to the table.

“Korra, please.” Lin grumbled.

“Yes, Korra. Please!” Toph offered jauntily, encouraging the Avatar.

“Where did you find this letter?” she asked again, in a sterner tone.

“I found it hidden in a pillowcase in your bedroom.”

“My bedroom?” Lin asked, wondering if the room in Suyin’s house qualified as ‘her’ bedroom.

“Your old bedroom back at the Beifong mansion in Republic City, obviously.”

Lin rolled her eyes, and Toph didn’t miss it. “Evidently, I couldn’t read it when I found it so I brought it here for someone to read it out to me! Just be grateful I took it to Suyin first.”

As Lin narrowed her eyes, trying to decipher what her mother meant, Korra read the letter out loud to the group to catch them up with its contents.

“Chief!” Mako cackled. “I didn’t realize you liked your men sappy!”

“I mean, she did date Tenzin.” Bolin added.

“IT’S NOT TENZIN!” came the loud response, causing Bolin to convulse in his spot.

“Who is it then, Chief?” Korra laughed.

Lin glanced through the room with apprehension. When her eyes met Asami’s she relaxed and gave her a meek smile.

“Let me start here- when Tenzin was away visiting the air temples with his father, we weren’t exactly together,” Lin entwined her fingers together, thinking on how to proceed. Being caught totally unawares by this letter into a nook of her past made it difficult to relay. “So, at the time I was seeing someone from school. We had a bit of an on-again-off-again relationship and—”

“Gosh, Lin! Who is it?” Suyin cried with excitement.

Lin brought one hand up to silence her and continued, “Asami, before your father met Yasuko, he and I were... Well,” she shrugged. “But believe me, your mother was the love of his life. He told me so himself.”

Tears would've broken through Asami’s eyes at the mention of her father but thankfully she was smiling. Although she deeply missed him, she discovered happiness in the idea of connecting with someone else with whom she could reminisce about her father's memories.

“I’m sorry, Asami,” Lin said. “Your father was a wonderful man.”

“This took a weird turn,” Toph mumbled.

“Mom!” Su nudged her mother.

“He made his mistakes but, there was so much good in that man.”

Iroh was now gently rubbing Asami’s back as she nodded along.

“And Su,” she said, turning to her sister, “you recognize the handwriting because I saved all of Hiroshi’s notes from school for you. He was a brilliant student and I wanted that for you. Whatever little you did end up studying were all his brush strokes.” 

Suyin smiled and squeezed her sister's arm affectionately. Korra placed the letter back in front of Lin and gave her a smile too.

“It’s good to remember the dead,” the Avatar said. “Grief is the expression of love in the face of loss; as we shed tears for what is gone, it's equally important to commemorate the love that once was..”

“I miss the less spiritual Korra,” Toph scoffed.

Asami chuckled out loud though. "Yes, Korra, that's right. If you're ever up for it, Chief, I would love to learn more about your time with dad during his school days."

"You can come talk to me anytime," she smiled.

As if to annihilate the saccharine fest in the room, Toph groaned. "I was hoping this would've been a scandalous letter from your mafia boyfriend from back in the day." Everyone gasped, as the blind woman continued, “Because I already told Zuko about your reunion with that firebending menace." 

"What—”

Lin cheeks were pinker than a dragon bird spirit. 

"That's why I brought this letter to you first," she said, turning towards Suyin. "You don't want this letter getting in her current boyfriend's hands. I hear he's the jealous type."

Now all Vaatu broke lose and getting the name out of Lin’s lips. She couldn't be in Republic City soon enough.

#lin beifong #chief beifong #linbeifongsweek

[kidovna]

Don't get me wrong, I love your art and I would love it no matter what, but I am so glad that you have IMPECCABLE taste in movies, tv shows and books because you have honestly put me on some GOOD SHIT. I don't even look up things before I watch/read them, if you've made art of it, I know it's gonna be fire. I recently just binged both seasons of Good Omens in the span of two days because of your art and it's only reinforced this belief (literally one of the best shows I've ever watched) and i dont think i can even count the amount of (incredibly good) media I've consumed because of you. I also feel so proud of you whenever you give us little updates of your life. Like, you talked about moving to london and i felt like a proud mom watching her kid go off to college even though i dont think i even know what you sound like lol

Anyway, love love love love your art keep having good taste and keep being great 🫰🫰

omg this was such a sweet ask to read, thank you 😭🩷 I’m glad you think my recommendations always hit right! good omens is SO GOOD. i’ve made people around me watch it as well and everyone agrees that it’s fantastic 🫶🏽

i hope you have the loveliest day ever!

p.s. i’m currently watching doctor who and i’m absolutely LOVING it (90% of the time) so i’ll be back to report if that’s worth the watch as well 🫡

p.p.s. i sound just like my sister, but that doesn’t clear much LOL

#blackberry-bush #high chances that i’ll be back here recommding doctor who as well #recommending* 💀 #i mean i’m already making fanart #i just haven’t posted anything yet

[onceuponajacks]

❣️ A Curse for True Love spoilers ❣️

Since I already did a list of things I wished had happened in the book, here’s a list of things I loved:

Evangeline slapping Apollo it was just so perfect

The evajacks kiss. How reluctant Jacks was. I just love them so much.

Their happy ending in the Hollow of all places 🥹

Jacks knocking Aurora out. I mean usually I would find it terrible if a guy hit a woman but these people are hardly human and let’s be honest, Aurora is a tough bitch. And she had it coming I felt.

Jacks favourite day being the time he spent in the Hollow with Evangeline… I almost cried.

The part where Jacks said he couldn’t even remember what Donatella looks like. Like you’ve finally come to your senses I see.

The Tree of Souls scared me but a tree having a heartbeat is just insanely cool.

The fact that one of the first things we learn about Eva in OUABH is that she is always hopeful. And it is that hope that lets her and Jacks finally be together.

Apollo dying because he loves himself the most. He was so sure it was Evangeline that would die but he did it anyway and then he died. It’s just the perfect irony.

That scene where “Archer” is teaching Evangeline to defend herself and it’s pouring rain and their clothes are becoming sheer. The visuals I had while reading that are fucking fantastic I wish I could draw.

Despite it being utterly cruel and heartbreaking, that scene where Jacks tried to kiss Evangeline because he was just “giving her what she wants” knowing she would die anyway. It’s Jacks-core. And it’s hot.

When they take turns undressing each other. I mean you can’t even kiss it’s just so angsty!!!!

When Jacks says “I love you” best thing I ever read

Chaos and LaLa having a little spark between them

Jacks selling his soul so Evangeline can be safe (like he literally gave up his heart in exchange for a cuff to ensure no one could hurt her. It’s just so touching 🥲)

Evangeline describing him as an Angel

The fact that even after she forgot Jacks and before he came back as Archer that she was still insanely curious about him. She always wondered about him and was desperate to know about him.

The inclusion of another inn since the one in TBONA has so much relevance

When they toasted to curses. I thought that was so brilliant it just proves how nuts everyone is.

LaLa not being sure that she loves Dane anymore. It just felt so beautifully ironic that she never married because of him and now that he’s back she’s not sure. That’s what being a Fate is all about and I love it.

When Jacks tied them together and flowers started growing and he’s so offended when she asks if he made the flowers grow

The mental image of Jacks with torn clothes and a bruised and bloody face after his fight with the Valor siblings

I’m sure there are many more and I’ll update this post as they come to me. Feel free to share what you loved most in the comments!!

#a curse for true love #evajacks #evangeline fox #jacks #stephanie garber #the ballad of never after #the prince of hearts #lala #little fox #once upon a broken heart #TBONA #ouabh #acftl #apollo acadian #jacks of the hollow #valory arch #aurora valor #chaos