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criminalamnesia · 3 months

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ending 2 for tolerate it! this was my original idea for the ending!

I just wanted to clarify that I’m writing these two endings bc of the feedback I’ve received. The first ending is for those who wanted them to reconcile/make amends, and I wanted to give those readers some closure.

this ending is for those who want reader to be happy without him (which was my original idea lol). anyways I know a lot of people didn’t like ending 1 and that’s okay!! but here’s ending two, I hope you like it better :)

[ also, this takes place in between the time that reader leaves simon/price and the last line of part two! ]

part one here, part two here, ending 1 here

your friend graciously let you live with them for a few months while you got back on your feet.

you went to therapy. stopped crying whenever you thought of him or even his name. started taking care of yourself again.

you move out and find this cute little house. it’s small, cozy. you adore it, and your friend helps you move in.

you make it your own with colors and trinkets and pictures. there’s nothing in that house that serves as a reminder of your time with him. you’d gotten rid of all the pictures, all the gifts he’d bought you before things turned sour.

fuck him. he didn’t deserve to see your growth and your happiness. he didn’t deserve anything from you.

you get used to being on your own again. it’s nice. you don’t worry about a man who is halfway across the world. don’t worry about baking a cake for his return or setting up streamers. don’t worry about how damaged he’ll be when he walks through the door.

you’re happy. you love your job, your home, your friends. you treat yourself to coffee every wednesday afternoon, and that’s when you meet him.

you’ve ordered your coffee and are sitting at one of the cafe’s little tables, scrolling on your phone, when a man clears his throat.

you look up, and he’s got the kindest smile you’ve ever seen.

“hi,” he says, and you give a small smile as you click off your phone.

“um, hi?” you say, a little unsure of why he’s speaking to you.

“not to sound weird or anything,” he begins, and you give a small laugh.

“y’know, whenever someone says that, whatever they say next does tend to sound weird.”

he nods, that smile on his lips growing a smidge wider. “right. so, I guess this will be weird then, huh? but I’ve noticed you here every wednesday, and I just wanted to tell you you’re beautiful.”

you blush. you don’t think a man has ever been so straightforward with you, and although you do think it’s kind of weird, you try to just focus on the compliment.

but your guard is up. you don’t know him.

“oh, thank you. that’s sweet,” you reply, and he’s still looking down at you.

“can I sit?” he asks, which takes you by surprise.

“um, sure? I guess?” you say, and it sounds more like a question than a statement, but he’s sliding into the seat across from you.

he introduces himself, and you tell him your name. he says it’s pretty. you’re starting to think he’s coming on too strong.

but as the two of you begin to talk, you start to realize that’s just who he is. he’s a flirt, a flatterer, but it’s good natured.

it’s easy to talk to him. he keeps the conversation going, and he seems generally interested in what you have to say. it’s a stark difference from your last relationship.

but then he tells you he’s military, and your heart nearly stops.

“oh,” you say, a small frown on your lips.

“that an issue?” he says, and his tone is teasing. he doesn’t know— how could he? but your face says it all.

his brows furrow, and he gets serious for the first time since he’d sat across from you. he starts to reach for your hand, but decides against it. again, the two of you don’t know each other, and he’s aware of that.

“I don’t have a good track record with men in the military,” you tell him, trying to lighten the mood. he can tell something’s wrong, but he doesn’t push. he takes the bait, and you’re grateful. it makes you like him even more.

that’s why you end up talking until the place closes. the employees are practically shooing you out as you and the military man apologize profusely.

you’re on the sidewalk now, and he’s smiling at you. you find yourself smiling back.

“d’you mind if I get your number?” he asks.

as much as you enjoyed talking to him, you’re still unsure. you just recovered from everything that happened— are still recovering. you don’t want to rush into anything. so, you shake your head.

“if you’re serious,” you begin, looking up at him. “I’ll see you on another wednesday.”

he nods, a mischievous smile on his face. “im up to the challenge.”

you give a small laugh, then tell him goodnight. you turn and begin to walk towards your car, and you’re smiling like an idiot.

you don’t want to get you hopes up, but that little naive part of you— a part of you you’d thought was dead and gone— is making you. you try to stamp it back down.

next wednesday, you don’t see him, and you’re a little sad about it. you don’t see him the wednesday after that, either.

you don’t see him for a few months, actually. and after a few weeks, you’ve stopped thinking about him.

but then one wednesday, you’re sitting in that coffee shop, and there he is.

he’s wearing a short sleeve shirt, and you can see fresh cuts and scrapes along his arms. he asks if he can sit, and you oblige, gesturing to the seat across from you.

“sorry for disappearing on you,” he says, and you shake your head. he doesn’t owe you anything. you barely know each other.

“that day we talked, i ended up gettin’ deployed a few days later. didn’t have your number, so…” he trails off with a cheeky smile, and you grin as you roll your eyes.

“so im to blame, hm?” you say, and he nods.

“oh, absolutely.” he’s teasing, and you laugh.

“then let’s amend that.” you hand him your phone and he lights up. he taps his number in quickly before handing the phone back to you. you send him a quick ‘hi’ so your number will pop up in his phone.

“didn’t forget about you, though,” he says, and you blush. this man certainly has a way with words. “that’s why im here. glad to see you’re still a creature of habit.”

“is that a bad thing?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“nah, I don’t think so.”

your phone chimes then. it’s one of your friends, asking you if you can come over. you type a quick reply and start to gather your things.

“leavin’ so soon?” he says, and you give a small nod.

“friend emergency.”

he nods. “understood. well, I’ll see you around then, yeah?” he smiling as he pushes himself out of his chair.

“you do have my number now,” you remind him. “we don’t have to wait on chance encounters.”

he hums in agreement. “that’s true, but I prefer face-to-face, y’know? especially since yours is so pretty.”

“you’re a flirt,” you tell him, but you’re blushing, and he chuckles.

“guilty.”

you bid him goodbye and walk towards the exit, your mind instantly shifting gears to your friend. you don’t think about the military man again until he texts you that night.

‘friend okay?’ he types.

‘all good.’ you respond.

he’s typing back for a good minute. the bubble disappears, then reappears.

‘if there are no more friend crises for the foreseeable future, and im not shipped off to fight bad guys, how about a proper date?’

you smile as you read the message.

‘sure.’ you respond, and he sends back a smiley face.

a first date turns into a second, then a third, then a fourth. they’re spread out over a year because of his job, but you don’t find yourself minding that much. he treats you so much differently than the last man did.

he eventually asks you to be his partner, and you say yes. of course you’re a little hesitant— things with your last military man started off good, too. but you feel like it’s different this time. he’s different.

you don’t know it, but every time he’s deployed, he talks his squad’s ear off about you. tells them you’re the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, and that you’re so funny. tells them he’s gonna ask you to move in with him.

but he never mentioned your name. maybe he forgot, or maybe he just didn’t want to share that piece of you with them.

“you never shut up about this lover of yours,” simon/price says one day while they’re eating in the mess hall. although they’re not in the same squad, they’re friends, and they happen to be on base at the same time. “no way they’re real.”

your man just grins and holds out his phone, showing off his lockscreen. it’s a picture of you with your head thrown back in laughter. he’d taken it on one of your dates.

simon/price’s face darkens almost imperceptibly before he masks it. that’s you. he hadn’t thought about you in ages, but he knows that’s you in that picture. now everything comes rushing back.

your lover doesn’t notice the other man’s expression shift. he doesn’t realize that the man across from him knows you.

you had told him more about the man who broke your heart, but you’d never mentioned his name. you didn’t want to risk him knowing him.

it’s a good thing you’d never mentioned the name, because if your lover knew, he’d punch him in the jaw.

the conversation eventually shifts away from you, and simon/price is grateful. your man is none the wiser.

when he gets back home, he asks you to move in. you tell him no at first. you’re still a little broken. he understands, and doesn’t hold it against you. he takes it in stride, and you’re grateful.

you don’t know how you got so lucky this time. you don’t know how this man, who was so understanding, so kind, so caring, had practically fallen into your lap. maybe it was karma from your last relationship.

the universe crushed you once, and to make up for it, they dropped this man into your life. whatever it was, you were thankful.

the second time he asks you to move in with him, you say yes. he helps you with everything, and the whole time he’s smiling like an idiot. even when you almost drop a shelf on his toe, or when you argue with him about where to hang a picture.

you two end the night eating take out on the couch and watching trashy tv. he decides right then that he’s going to marry you one day.

a few months after you move in, he tells you he wants you to meet his friends.

you’re nervous, but he reassures you it will all be fine. tells you that they’ll love you. so, you get yourself ready and then he’s helping you into his truck, and your leg is shaking the whole way to the bar.

he puts a comforting hand on your knee. gives you a dazzling smile.

“they’ll love you,” he tells you. you nod.

when you get to the crowded bar, he leads you by the hand inside. you’re towed along behind him, so you don’t see his friends until you’re standing right in front of the booth they occupy.

you scan their faces, and you don’t recognize any of them. you’re thankful— a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders. he introduces you to them, and you fit in easily.

the night is going well until your man mentions simon/price’s name. he couldn’t know, you’d never told him. he was telling the story of how simon/price hadn’t believed him when he was talking about you.

the rest of his friends were laughing, but you were tense. he noticed immediately, shoulder nudging yours as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“you okay?” he murmured, and you nodded.

he could tell you were lying, but he didn’t push it. didn’t even bring it up again until the two of you were home.

“how do you know simon/price?” he asked you as you hung your coat up on the rack. you frowned as you turned to face him.

“he was the one I dated before you. the guy who broke my heart. the one I told you about, remember?”

your man goes silent. he’s looking at you, his fists clenched at his sides. he believes you. there’s not a doubt in his mind, even for a second, that you’re not telling the truth.

“I didn’t want to tell you his name,” you admit, taking a step towards him. “in case you knew him. didn’t want to make things complicated.”

he’s still silent, his eyes trained on you as you slowly approach. an expression you can’t name paints his face.

“I understand if you want to end things,” you tell him, and that gets him moving again. he’s shaking his head. “I don’t want to come between you and your friends.”

“fuck him,” he spits, and he reaches his arms out to you. you step into his embrace and take a shaky breath. “fuckin’ bastard. I showed him a picture of you, and he didn’t say anything. I was gonna invite him tonight, but he’s on assignment, and—” he inhales sharply as his hands rest on your back. “and now im gonna break his fucking jaw.”

you push yourself back, your eyes finding your lover’s. you shake your head. “it’s not worth it. besides, don’t make any enemies within your base. you’ve got enough of those already.”

you can tell he wants to argue, but he doesn’t. he nods after a moment. silence fills the room.

“we don’t run in the same circles, usually,” he tells you, his voice quiet. “known each other since enlistment. got assigned to different squads. kept running into each other, though. kept in touch.”

“you can still—” you begin, but he interrupts.

“no, fuck him. I can’t be his friend when he’s treated you like shit. fucker will be lucky if I don’t blacken his fuckin’ eye.”

you don’t say anything. you pull yourself back towards his chest, and he holds you tight.

you don’t say anything, but your heart swells. this man, the one in your arms, is everything that he wasn’t. he doesn’t tolerate you, he celebrates you. loves you unconditionally. communicates and compromises. doesn’t pull away.

that’s why, when he asks you to marry him a month later, you say yes without thinking. because you don’t need to think.

the ceremony is small. friends and family gather and celebrate the two of you. you laugh and dance and drink the night away with the love of your life by your side.

and you don’t think of the man that broke your heart anymore. don’t give him the time of day, because you’ve moved on to something far greater. you’ve moved on to what you deserve.

a few years down the road, when your husband has finally retired, you’re making your way down the road to meet him at the coffee shop that brought you together.

someone calls your name, and your blood runs cold. you know that voice, and although you haven’t thought about who it belongs to in years, you doubt you’ll ever truly forget it.

he’s calling your name from somewhere behind you. you don’t turn around.

instead, you pull open the door of the coffee shop, step inside, and smile when you see your husband sitting at the same table you’d met him at all those years ago.

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author’s note:

ending 2 is finally here! while writing this, I originally pictured the reader getting with Gaz/johnny; however, I wasn’t sure how that would turn out.

how would they still work with simon/price after knowing everything? how would you go so long without hearing about/meeting gaz/johnny’s squad mates?

I didn’t know, and that’s why I scrapped the idea. You can still picture them, though! but I thought it best to have the love interest someone kinda detached from the 141.

anyways, hope you enjoyed :)

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snaillock · 8 months

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would you do satosugu discovering their "friend" (both of them have a fatass crush on m!reader) is a teen dad, and just all of them chaotically taking care of a baby. (like those collage students raising a baby tiktoks?)

ok so technically i only write for blue lock buttttttttttt… i am more than willing to make an exception for this. this is also my favorite niche of satosugu fics so im super honored someone requested it from me

tags: male reader has a foster daughter bc hell yeah girl dads, unnamed child bc that's too much for me, reader is a sorcerer, found family but in a janked up kinda way, whipped satosugu, pre-hidden inventory so everyone is in high school in this this a long one yall

part two coming soon!

★ when assigned an extremely harsh mission, you find an orphaned child barely a year old within all the rumble. you soon found out her family was recently killed in the destruction. unsure of what would happen to her after this, you decided to take her as your own.

★ scared of any judgment, you didn’t tell anyone about her so only a few higher-ups were aware. luckily you were allowed to live off campus so you two could have more space and privacy.

★ however the physical effects of raising a kid all on your own at such a young age were certainly showing. you came to school visibly worn down, often falling asleep in the middle of class and taking more absences than usual.

★ the first people to notice, of course, were gojo and geto. as nosy as they were, they tried not to push it, knowing you had just come back from a really taxing mission. though they did get more and more suspicious whenever you didn’t let them visit your new place.

★ however one day, they did spot you out in public wearing a baby carrier with, of course, a baby they’d never seen before resting right inside. they immediately came up to you and bombarded you with multiple questions before you got them to chill out and explained everything.

★ wanting you to take some time off (and win you over), they offer to take care of her regularly. who were you to refuse? after all, it is free babysitting and you were already using up so much money hiring actual babysitters.

★ during their first babysitting job, you thanked them profusely before going back into your room and instantly falling asleep the moment your body hit your bed, taking a very well-deserved nap.

★ you see, gojo was already pretty hesitant about you having a kid around. this was before he took in megumi so he found basically any child gross and annoying. (though he’s somehow even more attracted to you now that you’re a dad.)

★ coughs dilf lover gojo i mean what?

★ so when gojo picked up your baby for the first time, she immediately cried when they made eye contact and he got so so personally offended that he started rethinking this whole babysitting thing.

★ the first thirty minutes or so of taking care of your kid went pretty okay. that was until she started crying again and neither of them knew why.

★ you see, these idiots have no idea how to care for a child.

★ they frantically tried to calm her down and figure out what was wrong without needing to wake you. they checked if she was hurt in any way, she definitely wasn’t hungry since they already fed her, nor did she need to be changed. gojo even called shoko to see if she could do anything.

★ when they eventually saw her crawling towards your room and sobbing right outside your door, hesitantly let her in to see her climb onto your bed and lay down with you, realizing she just missed you the whole time. that entire experience made them so exhausted that they almost climbed into bed with you. but when they saw the gratitude on your face after you woke up, it made it all worth it.

★ luckily the next few times they watched over her, babysitting got more and more easy as she grew used to them.

★ they start coming over so often to look after her that your place basically becomes their second home.

★ geto is in charge of doing her hair since the last time gojo attempted it, it was just a big mess of hair ties and ribbons. geto’s definitely not complaining since he loves to get her ready. in fact, geto does a lot of the responsible stuff when taking care of her since gojo, hmm what’s a nice way to put it, lacks a lot of the necessary skills.

★ oh yeah, remember what i said about gojo hating younger children? yeah, that completely changes as he spends more time with your daughter. he’s almost always playing with her or showing up with a brand new toy or stuffed animal just for her. he ends up loving her so so much and wants to be her cool fun dad.

★ unfortunately both of them are way too nice when it comes to disciplining her. they let her get away with so much. late bedtimes, too much tv, grabbing any treats she wants off the grocery store shelves. how can they not spoil such an adorable little girl like her!?

★ what’s also unfortunate is how they try to drag you into it.

“come on, y/n. let loose a little. cake for dinner does sound pretty appetizing right now.”

“come on. just let her watch ten more minutes before bed.” gojo lazed on the couch with her on his lap. “besides this cartoon is starting to get good.”

“come onnn… just let her buy it.” geto held up a sparkly pink dress you already told him she doesn’t need with his own sparkles in his eyes. “she’ll look so cute in it. i promise i’ll pay you back.”

★ their hearts explode whenever you’re affectionate with her. they love the way you gently rock her in your arms while humming a sweet lullaby, slowly lulling her to sleep. the way they see you kiss her forehead after placing her into the crib before quickly turning around and acting like they weren’t staring the whole time. they fall head over heels for you for probably the twentieth time by now since they met you but those times were definitely the hardest.

★ they’ve been in her life for a good while so when she begins talking more frequently, she starts calling them her papas as she does with you. gojo aka former “ugh kids are so gross and icky” feels his heart combusting whenever she calls him that and he owns that title proudly. meanwhile geto feels so endeared and honored that she sees him that way.

★ “we’re not the stepdads. we’re the dads that stepped up!” looking asses.💀

★ the secret of you having a kid doesn’t last for long since these two can’t keep quiet about it. they’re just way too happy and want to show her off. especially gojo who scrolls through 100s of photos of her while gushing about her to basically anyone who’ll listen. shoko and nanami are the most common targets whenever this happens.

★ he even ends up showing photos of you and your daughter napping together (that you had no idea he took), making you snatch his phone away in embarrassment.

★ whenever you guys go out on family dates to go to the beach or picnicking, geto always takes the time to dress her up with pretty hairstyles and cute little outfits. he absolutely loves doting on her.

★ they love her with all their hearts and would do absolutely anything for her. she’s so lucky to have three weird dads take care of her and raise her. a very odd and… unconventional family dynamic but an amazing one nonetheless. this family only grows bigger and bigger once gojo takes in megumi and geto practically adopts mimiko and nanako.

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sweatervest-obsessed · 5 months

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hello !! rn i'm in the mood for some angst with a happy ending so can i request something where reader's got really bad abandonment issues? 🥹 maybe they fight over something which makes r leave ++ spence is confused bc it's so sudden n unlike them but it's all bc theyre scared he'll leave first n then it's just lots n lots of reassurance🥹🥹 thank you!!

Obsessed.

Thank you for the ask!!

So I wrote you this gorgeous 1k fic. I was so fucking proud of it. And then my computer deleted the WHOLE THING (which is why I am so behind on responding to this lmao). But. I rewrote as much of it as possible, and then changed and added a few things. So now it's better than before.

I really enjoy this version ,and I hope you do too!! so please enjoy!!!!!

WC: 1.5k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

TW: Anxiety, depression, intrusive thoughts, self-destructive tendencies, swearing, abandonment issues lmao

“What do you mean….”

You couldn’t look at him. How could you? I mean, leaving the love of your life because you know he could never love you back in the way you love him. He’d just leave anyways.

They all do.

You’re just trying to minimize the pain.

But why did it hurt so fucking much.

Which was why you kept your gaze anywhere but him.

“I-I-I—“ You kept your gaze on the ground. “I can’t do t-this anymore Spencer.”

“Can’t do what. Y/n you aren’t making any sense. What’s going on?”

You should you head. “It’s over. Spencer.”

"Y/n what are you..."

Looking at the ground, you began to fidget, something about his gaze on you was making he whole situation worse. Originally you were going to just send him a text and disappear for the rest of your life, but he came home early. He wasn't supposed to be home for another day.

"Spencer I-I." You flexed your hands, trying to find the right words. "It's done Spence. I can't.."

"You can't what?" His voice was a whisper. You could hear the heartbreak in his voice, but you wouldn't dare look at him. If you looked at him, you would cave and stay and he would take your heart in his hands and crush it to dust.

But why did this hurt so much?

"What is going on Y/n. Talk to me."

You couldn't understand why he was being so caring. Why was he so fucking perfect. It felt like a sick joke that the universe gave you this perfect man, and then put the sinking feeling in your gut when it got too good. Like something was going to go wrong.

And you wanted to be ahead of it. Start the grieving process now before you got too deep.

It's too late for that anyways.

His voice was soft. He didn't move towards you. He didn't want to 'spook' you---he knew you so well.

You know him so well.

Clearly, whatever tactic you had tried to employ when he came home, wasn't working, so you decided to shift. You shifted to the anger resting in your gut. The hot and heavy coals that burned through your skin and made you seeth with anger.

"Y/n, please, look at me."

You couldn't. And he fucking knew that too. You stormed past him and towards the bedroom.

Spencer was speechless, completely unsure as to what was going on.

When he arrived home you had been shoving things into your suitcase, but then when you saw him you froze up and started to try and break up with him.

"Talk to me. What is going on?"

You ignored him and started to pull clothes out of their respective drawers and onto the bed you two shared. It was hectic, and aggressive. You were slamming things, stomping--anything to hide the slight tremor in your hands, and make you seem bigger than you were.

"Y/n!"

His voice made you jump but it didn't stop you. You took the pang of guilt in your stomach and tried to twist it into the anger you so desperately tried to justify.

Spencer slowly moved over to you and tried to take you hand.

"NO." You threw the small pile of clothes you had just taken from the closet on to the ground and pulled away quickly. "No Spencer god. Wh-what don't you fucking get. We're done. It's over."

Spencer rarely heard you raise your voice, let alone yell, and definitely never at him. But you weren't even looking at him.

You fucking hated it when he profiled you. It made your skin crawl when you felt his eyes roaming over you. "Look at me."

His voice wasn't hateful. It wasn't angry. It was soft, understanding.

God why did he have to make this so fucking hard.

"Y/n..."

"Spencer. Stop."

You felt the moment he realized what was happening in your brain., You weren't the easiest to read, but you weren't exactly a closed book either.

"Look at me."

You looked up and made eye contact with him, hoping that the last part of your will would hold strong, and get you through this.

Spencer's eyes were filled with worry and disbelief. You saw the swarm of emotions as he locked eyes with you. But behind all of the disbelief and concern and love and pain was fear. You could see the pain he was so desperately trying to hide from you.

You know him so well.

Spencer could see the straight fire in yours. They were lit with a facade of anger and pain and hatred. But you could never hate Spencer. Never. And he saw right through it. He could see the panic in your eyes. The pure terror and pain.

You hated that he knew you so well.

"Y/n..."

He took one step forward, not trying to corner you, but trying to get closer to you. You took one step back.

"No." You shook your head.

"Please just talk to me."

Fuck him. Fuck him and his stupid wonderful voice and his kind eyes and his love and the way he knows exactly how you take your tea in the morning and all of your favorite books and why you love the 2005 adaptation of Pride and Prejudice so much and what animals you wanted to have one day and why you hated spiders and the ocean so much and which museums and monuments you had on your bucket list. Fuck this man for loving you so hard, and making you want to spend every single moment of your life with him.

"I-I--" and fuck him for making your voice crack. You took another small step backwards.

"Please." Another step forward.

This time, all you could do was shake your head and break eye contact. You were tensing up the closer he got to you.

"Y/n."

"N-No" You chooked on your own voice. A single tear broke through and slide down your cheek.

"Baby please..." Another step. "Just talk to me. What's going on?"

That was the final straw for you.

The dam broke, and tears poured down your face. You let out the most heartbreaking sob that Spencer could have never imagined.

His arms were quickly around you, catching you and bringing you both down to the floor, where he held you against his chest.

You shook your head and tried to escape from his grasp, but he just held on tighter to you, not letting you go. Spencer could never let you go, he just didn't know how to tell you that.

Through your tears, you started to hyper ventilate. Spencer wouldn't let you leave his arms. It felt like a boa constrictor. You couldn't breathe.

You started to panic, not taking in as much air as you should, causing your head to get dizzy. You tugged on Spencer's arms as he tightened his grip on you, determined to keep you safe in his arms while you got whatever it was out of your system.

You screamed at him to let you go. He didn't respond, only holding you against his chest and you angrily slammed your hands against it.

Why was he so fucking perfect. Why couldn't he just let you leave and walk away.

Fuck.

Once your breathing had started to even out a bit, Spencer adjusted the two of you, still on the ground, so that you were straddling his lap with your arms around his neck.

Surrounding you was all of your clothes thrown about, and your suit case barely filled with anything.

He didn't say anything, just continued to rub his thumb against your hip, letting you come down from whatever sort of panic you just went through.

He held you close to his body, deciding in that moment to never let you go, ever.

You felt the world slow down. Time melted beneath you as the sun rose and set, the moon waxed and waned, The leaves browned and fell of the trees, and the earth stopped spinning at the end of time and all of the stars had died out. The world had stopped but you were still in Spencer's arms.

"I don't know..." He whispered in your ear, and the world started to turn again. "What just happened in your head--"

You tried to speak up but he just shushed you gently. "But we don't have to talk about it until you're ready."

You nodded.

What did you do in this world to deserve this man?

"Why don't we make some tea?" He whispered, and you just nodded again, holding onto Spencer as if the floor was going to give out and cause you to fall through the pits of hell and judgment, away from one another.

Neither of you went to move, finding peace in one another's arms.

While Spencer truly had no idea what just occurred, or why it occurred, he was still sitting here with you. And while you owed Spencer an apology and an explanation, he was still sitting here with his arms wrapped around you, kissing your shoulders.

Spencer Reid was going to stay with you for as long as you'd let him, and he would do anything to get you to see that, even if it meant sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, holding you until the stars burned out and the world stopped spinning.

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NSFW alphabet - matt sturniolo

A - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he is the sweetest man alive afterwards. cleaning you up, kissing you all over and asking if everything was okay for you, his top priority is taking care of you.

B - body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part of yours is your tits. he’s a tit guy argue with the wall. he’s constantly grabbing them during sex or trying to get a peek at random points throughout the day. his favorite body part of his is his hands because he knows you love them.

C - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he hardly ever cums inside you because he’s terrified of getting you pregnant 😭 but he LOVES cumming on your stomach or tits (goes back to his obsession with them).

D - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

before you guys started officially dating he jerked off to you constantly because he instantly liked you and thought you were the hottest girl in the world.

E - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he only has a couple bodies so he’s not incredibly experienced but he definitely knows what he’s doing because he’s scared of not being good at something. he has 1000% looked up “how to finger a girl” and “how to eat pussy” LMAOOO

F - favorite position (this goes without saying)

he’s just a sucker for missionary because he loves being able to kiss you and look in your eyes, but he always put your legs over his shoulders or twists them to the side because he knows that feels good for you. he also LOVES you riding him but he prefers being dom most of the time so missionary is his go to.

G - goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he definitely tries his best to be serious because he’s focused on making it as good as possible but you guys can laugh together when something funny happens.

H - hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he doesn’t shave it bare but he gives it a lil trim so its nice and neat!

I - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s SO romantic. when your relationship first started he wasn’t as much because his ego was still telling him it was corny to be romantic, but as you guys got closer he wanted nothing more than to make sex romantic as much as possible.

J - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i already made a whole post about that here

K - kink (one or more of their kinks)

he definitely has a praise kink for both himself and you. he loves to hear how good he’s making you feel and how well he’s doing when you’re dom, but he also loves praising you and telling you how good you’re doing. ALSO… mommy kink. it doesn’t come out till way later bc he’s unsure of how you’ll react but once it’s unleashed he’s obsessed.

L - location (favorite places to do the do)

either in bed or the shower because he really wants it to be private. he’d occasionally do something in the car if it was a dire situation but he prefers the comfort of his (or your) own home and somewhere you both can fully enjoy it.

M - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally whenever you’re around he’s turned on, but something about seeing you working and focused on something really gets him going. he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever when you’re heads down, really invested in whatever you’re working on. he often tries to get you to stop working because he’s so turned on and needs a release.

N - no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything in the butt. his or yours. he thinks it’s gross and doesn’t like the idea of anything going up there.

O - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he calls himself matt the munch for a reason! he LOVES eating pussy because his favorite thing is making you feel good. he can eat that shit for breakfast lunch and dinner. he also obviously loves receiving but doesn’t really ever push it because he’s self conscious of how his cum would taste 😭

P - pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s definitely more of a slow and sensual kind of guy but every once in a while shit gets ROUGH. he’ll fuck up into you if you’re riding him, and he’s a big doggy fan when it’s rough (he’ll start spanking when he’s really getting down). 75% of the time it’s slower, more romantic sex, but that 25% gets real crazy real fast.

Q - quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not a huge fan of quickies because he likes making it a whole experience every time, but if you’re both desperate he’d always be down.

R - risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s definitely more vanilla, at least at first. it takes him a while to open up sexually, but once he does he’s down to take more risks and try new things. he’d try everything once (except anal.)

S - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he only lasts one or two rounds because he puts his all into it every time, but he definitely lasts a decent amount of time in each round. he makes sure not to cum before you do, so he’s constantly putting in the work.

T - toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t own toys for himself but he likes to use yours on you every once in a while. he usually likes doing everything himself but when he’s feeling really dominant he’ll pin you down and keep a vibrator on you until you physically can’t take anymore.

U - unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s a BIGGGGG teaser. huge. he wants to make sex last as long as possible and make you as desperate for him as he can, so he will tease, edge, whatever it takes to get you begging for him.

V - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc

he’s not incredibly loud because he gets anxious about making a lot of noise, but he whines for sure. soft, breathy moans, and low groaning/whining throughout. when he’s about to cum or when something feels especially good he curses under his breath and whines, begging for more.

W - wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

the first time you guys have sex he is sure to make it the best experience for you. he’s got a good playlist, makes sure nobody’s home, turns the lights down, and focuses entirely on you to make sure you trust him completely. even after the first time he is constantly asking if you’re okay, if he’s not going too rough, and saying he loves you during and after.

X - x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s definitely a good 6-7 inches, not super girthy but good enough to where it fills you up and hits all the right spots.

Y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive when he’s single isn’t CRAZY, just an average 20 year old guy’s sex drive, but when he’s got a girl it’s super high all the time. she’s all he can think about and they’re probably fucking around 5-6 times a week.

Z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

once he’s made sure you’re comfortable and taken care of, he’s out. he puts so much work into it that once you guys finish he’s exhausted, and he immediately lays his head on your chest and knocks out.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo x reader

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astarion-approves · 8 months

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Ahh okay so I've never actually requested anything before ever so this should be fun. You know the scene where Tav hugs Astarion and it lasts for like .2 seconds before they pull away? I was wondering if you could write something where either the hug lasts longer bc Tav just doesn't want to let go or where Tav just keeps hugging Astarion for the smallest little things. I just need to hug him more that hug was not enough. Also your writing is so freakin good and cute and I love them all sm <333

Astarion x GN! Tav - Forever

Tags: Hugging, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Blood Drinking, Established Relationship, Drabble, Soft Astarion, Short & Sweet, Some Spoilers, Act One spoilers, gender neutral reader, 400+ words (very short.)

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“Mh. You’re so warm…” Astarion whispers into your ear, his arms wrapping around you tighter, your head resting against his shoulder as he holds you. “I can never get enough of this… Of you.”

You sighed softly, choosing not to reply and simply allowing yourself to live in this moment with him. A hug, one that you never wanted to end.

Weeks ago, you hugged Astarion for the very first time. The vampire was stiff then, unsure of how to react and what to do with his hands… But he returned the hug, allowing himself to melt into your arms and welcome the embrace.

Now, it’s all he asks for.

He strokes his hand up and down your back, massaging you through your shirt with lazy little squeezes. His eyes are closed as he inhales your scent, breathing deeply, and allowing himself to indulge in everything that’s you.

Little kisses across your neck and down your throat, sighs of nothing but content as he gives in to your scent and he sucks gently at your skin.

You gasp as his sharp teeth nick you, his fangs nudging across your skin, just for a quick taste. His tongue running over the scratch, lapping up the small pooling of blood, his hands now digging into your back as he holds you tighter still.

Your head rolls to the side, away from him, granting him permission to keep going. Astarion hums and leaves a light kiss against your skin, thanking you without words before he bites down.

In the night, Astarion would feed from you, his bite careful not to wake you, and not to take any more than he needed. It was a favor, a gift, one that you had no problem giving.

But now— with his arms around you and his teeth buried into your skin…

This was something else.

He was treating you like the most precious of glass, afraid that you would break, and that he would be the one to break you. Releasing his bite, he continued to suck, hardly taking any blood at all, only enjoying the intimacy that you willingly shared with him.

“Astarion?” You whispered, your hands moving from his shoulders to sink into his hair, his hair soft like velvet.

He pulled back, just for a moment, your blood decorating his lips in the prettiest display of your love for him. “Yes, my sweet?”

“I love you.”

Astarion smiled, his eyes closing. He took a deep breath before opening them again, those red eyes of his filled with all of the love and passion that he could hardly contain any longer.

“And I you, Tav. Forever.”

Then he tucked head back into the crook of your neck, holding you still, well into the night.

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Gale and Shadowheart in the background—

Gale: That’s not even sexual, is it? He’s just openly feeding from them, right there… in front of all of us.

Shadowheart: I think it’s sweet.

Gale: Ah yes, nothing more romantic than drinking the blood of your loved one… Where everyone can see it.

Shadowheart: You eat magical items because of your history with your past lover, Gale.

Glae:….

Gale: Fair enough.

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IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE BOOBS ASK…. i hope you’re not too overwhelmed w asks rn btw :-) take some time for yourself ok? we won’t mind.

also please take a moment to consider jason falling asleep on you. like, normally he wouldn’t fall asleep around anyone, especially by accident. he’s so guarded bc of everything that happened to him but he feels so safe around you that it just sorta… happens and he falls asleep on you. you make him feel safe in ways he hasn’t felt in a long, long time and it makes him very happy. and sleepy.

-🧸

PART 3 of TATTOOARTIST!JASON

This is a prequel to part 2!

You're in Jason's kitchen, baking. He's supposed to bring cookies to the manor tomorrow but he's had a very long day with client after client after client. Not to mention the scandal with the press. One of his brothers apparently got caught making out with someone, information he did not want to know, but the press got ahold of pictures and swarmed him on his way home. A shitty end to a shitty day.

But you knew his schedule and came to his rescue with cookie supplies in hand. He shouldn't have to worry about it after the day he's had. You want to take care of him. He deserves it.

Jason's never fallen asleep in front of you. You've napped with your head against his chest and his arms shielding you from the world, but Jason has clarified with you: he doesn’t fall asleep in front of other people. He grew up in crime alley, you got it. You understood. He told you that it wasn't you; it was him. All fine and dandy.

He's watching The Office in the living room, laying on the couch. He's laid back, burrito'ed in a blanket you bought him for his birthday. To be honest, his eyes are closed and he's not really listening to the TV. He's listening to you hum some song you're listening to in your headphones. The blanket is so soft and the atmosphere is so cozy. Your presence is just so calming and the whole apartment smells like cookies.

He can't help falling asleep.

Jason can't remember the first half of his dream, but he remembers the second half. There's blood, dim warehouse lights, a ticking timer. The timer goes off and he can't breathe. He's choking on smoke or air; he can't be sure. He can hear his name while he suffocate-.

"JASON"

He finally looks at you, his eyes brimming with tears. He tries to speak but he just can't get the words out. He's still struggling to breathe. You jump over the couch and hold his face in your hands.

Bringing his face to your chest, you apologize. "Shit. I'm so sorry, Jay. I set a timer for how long the cookies needed to cool before I could pick them up. I didn’t know."

He doesn’t say anything for a long time, just matches your breaths. Eventually he turns his head to the side. You think he's trying to pull back, but when you pull away, he latches onto you, finally speaking.

"Wait."

You bring your arms back up around his neck while he finishes catching his breath. Your hands rub soothing circles into his back until he pulls away to look at you, not saying anything. You break the silence.

"You okay?"

"...tired"

"Do you wanna go to bed?" You feel his shoulders tense up.

"Don't wanna be alone." You tighten your arms around him.

"I'll go lay down with you."

He pulls his face away from your chest and averts his gaze. He slowly nods his head.

You grab his hand and lead him into his bedroom. He lets go of your hand to grab the remote off the nightstand. You sit down with your back against the headboard and take the remote when he hands it to you.

You finish putting The Office back on when you notice he's staring at you sheepishly, not sitting down. He isn't quite meeting your eyes and it takes you a second to catch on. You toss the remote to the side and pat one of your thighs while bending the other knee to make a cushion for his head. .

"C'mere."

He wastes no time laying down, hugging your leg, and burying his face in your thigh. When he looks unsure of himself, you move your eyes to the screen and begin running your fingers through his hair. He slowly drifts off and you make sure to turn off all your alarms and change the sound.

You'll keep him safe.

edit: part 3.5 here

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2cutie · 4 months

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blurbs,headcannons bc i cant write one thing at once

Mortal Kombat men x gn!reader(ft. Bi-Han, Johnny Cage, Shang Tsung

If you have requests/etc, shoot them at me!! And if you want me to finish/write something full with these prompts, lemme know <333 These are just short prompts I've had in my mind

BI-HAN

Bi-Han's eyes narrowed when you laughed, his grip on the wound tightening more. He was not amused. He knew you were attempting to hide the pain, and he didn't appreciate the attempts.

His lips curled back into a tight frown, and he nodded his head briefly at your command. With that warning, he pressed down on the wound, applying pressure. The press was not gentle, and he was expecting your cry of pain. Yet the grip around your injury did not falter.

Instead of a yelp or whine, you suprised him with a stream of the most vulgar profanities and insults. His lips almost curled into a proud grin until your leg thrusted against him insctively to kick him back - off your wound - but he did not waver. More so, his pressure got firmer, cold hands gripped into the skin of your hip tighter.

The anger and profanity you spewed sent Bi-Han into a wave of amusement - though he quickly suppressed it. When your words died off and a moment's time passed, his cool grip loosened and he pulled his hands away. He took a step back to give you room, watching closely as you hunched over. Your anger was amusing to watch, though it was a sight he enjoyed in private.

"Watch your tongue." Bi-Han barked out in a commanding tone.

SHANG TSUNG

A/N: og idea is Reader is a shape-shifter (so original woahhh) and first introduced to Shang Tsung when he was a beggar. They approach him in a feline form on the rainy night he sits outside his wagon. OR ya can just be a cat

You watch him from a distance as he sits solemn, unmoving. You were unsure if he was even alive as the rain pooled over his face, dripped off his features, down his nose. But then he blinked, slow and almost lifeless. You approached.

He hadn't noticed you until he felt a wet paw bat his knee. "What?" His voice sounded a little off, as if he was just awakening from a nap.

You mewled, flicking your tail as if asking him to share his thoughts. But his expression only darkened.

"Go. GO." Then, the man was moving. He stood up and picked you up by the scruff of your neck, setting you back 10 feet away from where he was. He sheltered you under a tree but said nothing more when he placed you down and turned back to return to his step.

You don't know what drew you back, but it did. You approached again and instead nuzzled his knee.

The beggar was a bit confused by your display of affection. His expression softened, though he tried to evade it. "What do you want? I don't have any food." His voice was softer, a bit broken.

You didn't like hearing it like that. He was handsome. His voice should sound happier. You pleaded with your eyes, trying to soothe him. You mewled ever so gently.

Shang's heart…melted. You saw it cross over his face and how he tried to hide it. How he had to resist that smile in the corner of his mouth. So you purred and paw him again.

He didn't resist any longer. The smile finally stayed on his bruised and dirty face. He didn't even see to notice just when he began petting you. Damn you.

You chirped happily and licked his palm when he gave in. His hands were soft, kind. He had even picked you up and held in his lap. He didn't care you were dirty, he was no better. It was as if your purrs and sounds were taking away his anguish, the ache in his bones.

This was a new feeling to him. This warm, inviting feeling that blossomed in his chest. Happiness? Pure, unrestrictive delight? It was new. He didn't know what to think of it. The smile on his face couldn't escape him.

You stood on him then and jumped up to his shoulders. The briefest amused chuckle left his lips and you felt pride bubble in your little furry chest. You mewled, but the inside of his wagon suddenly had your attention. A soft, warm light emitted inside and trinkets laid inside. It was dry, warmer than it was inside. You were curious.

The beggar noticed your distraction. He followed your gaze. He stood then and you jumped off him as he creaked the door open further. "Come on then, you can go in. But be careful, some things are fragile."

Your ears perked up curiously. As you walked inside, you cradled your tail around him gently in thanks. Your footsteps were light and gentle as he allowed you inside, and your gaze flitered around. There were bottles of all sizes, sheets and papers atop every open counter. It was messy yet clean, a calculated mess he had in a specific order. You sat on the floor and curled your tail around you as he followed you in, closing the door. The room was already warmer.

"Hmm…What should I call you?"

Your head looked back to him in interest. You tilted your head curiously, and mewled.

He tilted his head back to you. "Do you want a name?" Your meows to him seemed like an approval. After a few seconds of thought, he finally made a decision. After all that had happened, after so many years of pain and loneliness, it only seemed fitting… "Hope."

You liked it. You didn't care that it wasn't quite your name or not. You perked up, tail flicking happily as if approving.

His smile was big, he seemed genuinely delighted that you seemed to understand his name proposal. "You like the name, yes? And you like me, don't you?" He seemed to be compelling the though that something, especially something that was so innocent, could love him. You purred and gave the best expression akin to a smile you could to him.

And now you've done it. You've touched his cold, scheming heart. He was devoted to such a simple creature now, wanted to give it a life he could only dream of. He would make it his goal. He seemed to finally have a purpose.

A/N: Next blurb is Shang meeting ^Hope^ again after becoming the sorcerer.

There was a mindless cat wondering through the destroyed architect in f the tomb of the Dragon Army. It was rather irking to Shang Tsung. He sensed the animal would only bring trouble, do something that would only be derailing to his plans. It also very much irked him that it somehow did not yet notice him despite being in the same room as the sorcerer.

The cat, a stray it seemed, brought back bitter memories. Though he no longer lived in the backwater slums he had been raised in, it wasn't that long ago that he had walked the same streets the cat is. There were many strays who lived there, eating the scraps that the people threw away. The sight of this feline only cemented his belief that his homeland was a horrible place. He hated the very thought of it.

He looked upon the animal with annoyance and disgust. Then his eyes narrowed as he saw that it had yet to notice him. He didn't have much use for this feline but it would still pay to make his presence known. He cleared his throat loudly.

The cat's eyes finally looked to him, big and bright. He felt a sense of satisfaction as the cat looked up to him - only for it to crusade down when the cat completely ignored him and continued, sniffing along.

The sorcerer's lips curled. Well. Who knew a feral animal could offend the greatest damn sorcerer of all time.

He took long strides to go after it. He deserved respect and attention, afterall. He managed to corner it, though the cat seemed indifferent to his movements. He lifted his foot, as if to kick it.

The cat finally looked up to him and mewled, soft and precious. It nuzzled his other leg affectionalitely, its tail curling around him. This cat was apparently dumb.

Shang was not expecting any animal of this town to be quite this tame. This cat was behaving in an incredibly stupid manner. But as much as he was ready to step on it, he stopped himself. He bent down for a closer look at this idiot of an animal. Somehow, it was different than the strays of the slums.

The cat only mewled happily when he bent down to its height and rubbed its small head against his knees. Shang kept his face stern but didn't move away from the filthy thing. No, because as he looked closer, as he observed the markings and colour…

He noticed the cat resembled exactly how his old cat used to look. The one that was there through his roughest days. The cat that brought him… Hope.

A strange feeling welled up in him, a feeling of warmth, an emotion he thought long dead. He couldn't help but smile once he made the connection. Hope… yes, it felt very good to see you here again. He remembered you now. He called out gently.

You instantly jumped up on his knee and nuzzled into his palm, meowing loudly in response. You confirmed it was indeed you.

A smile crept onto Shang's face. He never knew that he would be reunited with his beloved cat once more. He was filled with the odd sense of delight that he hadn't felt for a long time. It was almost overwhelming to have Hope back by his side once more, when so much had changed and he had grown. You were like an old, dear friend to him. In fact, he was beginning to wonder how long it had been since he last saw her. This familiar animal, one who had comforted him so many times over. He brought you into his arms.

He held you closely as you knocked your little head onto his chin and closed your eyes comfortably. You even gave him a small lick of affection. He savored the feeling of his fingers coursing through your fur, the simple comfort of it making him sigh. It was as if he was young once again.

As he walked back into the sunlight, a shine in his hair caught your attention. The sun gleamed off his hairclip and caught your eye. That was new. Curiously, you reached up a furry paw to tap at it as it sat atop his head.

The sorcerer chuckled as you pawed at his ornament. Yes, his new life brought great fortune to him, the ability to have simple lavish things. He was delighted you even seemed to notice such a small change in him and was prideful. He moved you further up in his hold so you could examine it more closely. ”Oh, Hope. I can tell you're quite the lucky cat. Now you will no longer need to eat the dirty scraps that people threw out. You will never need to feel hungry ever again. I will feed you the most delectable food, lavish you with every fine luxury that we only ever dreamed for. You won't need to worry about getting hit by people in this place." He gave you a scratch behind your ear, the spot you had always favored. "This has been the perfect turn of events for you as well as me.*

A/N: now 18+blurb bc submissive men make me go burr

Shang grunted as your teeth bit into his neck. His eyes rolled back as you sucked, then your teeth nibbled his skin. His body shook for a moment as he felt himself losing the battle against you, and he felt his legs start to push you downwards. He wanted and needed to be one with you, needed you to take him or else he was bound to lose control. "I'm all yours," he promised in such a sweet, silky voice. His tone and words were velvet, a decadent promise as his words melted against your ear. "Take all of me."

JOHNNY CAGE

a/n: angsty blurb. but would have good ending angst. I just like to feel my heart bleed sometime.

Ah, Johnny, Johnny.

Yes, Mr. Moviestar Johnathan Cage. Mr. Center of Attention, I Need All Attention On Me…. That was, until he was home, apparently. Until it was just you and him, and suddenly, he was distant. Quiet. Uninterested. Always on his phone. It was such a fulfilling feeling for you(ouchie). Most of the times, it was easy enough to ignore. It allowed you to do your own kind of things, sometimes things were better when his blabber mouth wasn't going ninety miles a minutes with you trying to focus on one thing. But lately, that's just.. how it has been. Like your not even second or third best. Like you're the last thought of things you seemed to care about or take time for.

It was extremely detrimental to know you once called his arms your home but that home seemed no longer comforting. You wondered if it was something you've done or if it was always there and just making itself more known. Would it kill him to give some validation your way? Apparently it would. Because you are literally holding a gun up to the back of his head in the doorway of a separate room. You rolled your eyes and put the gun back on the table.

You, of course, never would do that. But you would think training with Liu Kang would let him realize such level of danger.

So he wouldn't even notice you if you held a gun to his head. That's great.

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"Oh, you got something for me, huh?" The tone of his voice was teasing, his eyes looking at you with such adornment that it made your heart ache. "What is it? And you bet your fine ass I got something for you too."

"Yeah, I-" You paused. Your face scrunched for a moment when his words caught up to you. "You got me something? Why?" It wasn't necessarily that you weren't used to receiving gifts from Johnny, you just weren't expecting to hear that.

"You're asking why? Isn't it obvious?" He leaned in close to you, his smirk obnoxious, but oh-so-annoyingly charming. "Because I can't help but give you these little surprises and gifts… And you can't stop me from doing it, because you're just too damn adorable."

"You sound like a sugar daddy." You push him away playfully and roll your eyes. "Well, actually, I guess you kind of are."

Johnny let out a small laugh. "You bet I am," he teased back. "Actually, you know, I think that's not a bad idea. I'll start calling you my 'little sugar baby.' How does that sound?"

"Terrible!" You laughed and pulled out his his arms. You grabbed onto his wrist instead and tugged him into the living room where you bags were to get his gift. "Please don't call me that."

"Well, you gotta admit it's a pretty good name, and it fits perfectly."

"You just want to be called sugar daddy, don't even try to pretend it's for anything else."

You caught him. "You might be right there." He considered for a moment. "You won't seriously deny me calling you my 'sugar baby', will you? I mean, it's too good of a name."

Oh what have you done… You rolled your eyes again as you dug around in your bag. "Only in private," you bargained.

"You got it, sugar baby."

#mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat smut #shang tsung #shang tsung x reader #shang tsung x you #bi han #bi-han #subzero #bi han x reader #sub zero #sub zero x reader #my art

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luveline · 9 months

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Hi, I have an eddie, roan, reader idea! Maybe roan has a school play or dance recital and she's got a solo or something and she really nervous so que a sweet and sappy pep talk from eddie or reader. Then eddie and reader and sitting watching her like two smiley, proud goofs bc roan is killing it (obviously) 😊😂

thank you for your request ♡ you and dad!eddie comfort his daughter roan when she panics about her upcoming solo dance. fem!reader, 1.2k

Eddie crouches down by the car. He doesn't care that it's raining, doesn't care that he's gonna have wet knees for the two hours he spends in the audience. He doesn't even care that you're being rained on next to him as you hold the umbrella over his head, because Roan is crying.

Not the roaring sobs of a tantrum nor the panicked braying of an owie. She's crying slow, sluggish tears, and she's declared a heart-breaking statement. "I don't think I can do it," she sobs, covering her face with her hands. Her nails are painted silver and pink. The bracelets around her wrists slip down to her elbows, sparkly bangles you'd insisted she needed. It's a very glittery display of unhappiness.

"Sweetheart, what? Are you kidding? If anybody can do it, it's you."

She'd been a little bit quiet on the ride over, but she smiled when you bragged preemptively about how many photos you were going to take of her performance, and laughed when Eddie said, "So don't mess up!"

Not his best joke, he realises now.

"I don't want to mess up the dance," she says through sobs.

Eddie puts his hand behind her and pulls her toward him gently. She's reluctant at first, though she melts as he pats a short rhythm into her back. "You won't mess up the dance," he says, nudging her forehead with his nose to make her look up. "You practised with me so much, we know all the moves back to front."

"But it's different," she says, shuddering. Her body attempts to regulate a sudden emotion. It doesn't do a very good job.

"It's different," you say. "The lights and having the mommys and daddys looking at you. It's different. But different doesn't mean you'll mess up, right?"

"And messing up isn't the end of the world," Eddie says.

"Exactly!" you agree. "Nobody watching will care if you make the wrong dance move, babe. You can make mistakes."

"You can make all of the mistakes," Eddie says.

Roan rubs her wet cheeks into Eddie's shirt. "I don't want to look bad for you," she says.

"What do you mean, Ro?" he asks, his voice softened to silk. He can't stroke her hair, not after the hour he'd spent making it look perfect, but he holds the back of her head in his hand and rubs a line across her cheek with his thumb. He needs her to calm down. "You don't need to worry about us. We're proud of you no matter what."

"I'm no good," Roan says, sniffling.

"You're no good? Why would you think that? You're so good," Eddie says.

"I'm gonna mess up," she says, holding your hand loosely through the gap in Eddie's arm. The rain wets your hair. You don't even feel it, your eyes full of patience as Roan devolves. "I'm gonna be bad. Everyone's gonna laugh at me. I can't do it, dad."

You clear your throat. "This recital is to show off how good you are, yeah? Me and daddy already know you're amazing. We've seen you doing the perfect dance every night for two weeks!"

"And if anyone laughs at you, I'll beat them up."

You choke on air at Eddie's declaration, but you don't tell him to take it back. In fact, you nod solemnly. "I will make daddy beat them up. But nobody is going to laugh at you, Roan."

"You're beautiful," Eddie says, taking her by the shoulders. "You look so pretty. You worked so hard on practising your dance, and you're gonna show everybody how awesome you are. I promise, babe. Cross my heart."

"You think it'll be okay?" she asks unsurely.

Eddie stands up on aching knees, looking down at her with his most encouraging, most saccharine, most confident grin. "I know so. I know you're worrying, baby, but we have to go inside now. We don't wanna be late, and Y/N's drowning."

You stand with him, holding the umbrella steadfast over Roan's head. Your coat is shiny with rain, and your jeans are a formidable blue. Eddie'll have to rub them to warm them up when they've found their seats (oh no, what a chore).

Roan hesitates. Eddie cups her cheek.

"You can do this, bubby. I have never ever been so sure about something before as this."

He's lying —he's ninety nine percent sure Roan won't mess up, and he'd been a whole percentage point more sure about one thing in particular. You're standing by his side, nodding vehemently.

"You can do this," you reaffirm.

In the end, Roan makes it on stage. You and Eddie campaign for a pair of great seats not quite as in the middle as you wanted, but close enough to the front for Roan to see your eyes. You hold the video camera chest level and Eddie rubs your legs until friction heats the chilled skin there, warming you toasty. He whispers a quick thank you for your generous umbrella-ing, to which you kiss his stubbly jaw and babble about protection detail. You're more excited than you were before Roan's Mother's Day dance, and that's saying something.

Roan appears toward the right hand side. The music is loud but non abrasive, and if you and Eddie didn't already know, it would surprise you when she spins forward into centre stage halfway through the dance. He holds his breath and you squeeze his hand, camera held steady as the bodice of Roan's white dress catches the light. Her tulle skirt flares out like the petals of a daisy as she performs her solo. It's over in less than ten seconds, the other girls and boys falling forward to join her, but they're the proudest ten seconds of Eddie's life.

He doesn't expect to feel heat behind his eyes. Alarmed, he digs a finger into his shirt and pulls the collar to his eyes to wipe at the wet corners.

"She did it!" you whisper, shooting him a smile. "I knew she could do it!"

Eddie beams. He doesn't even know how to explain the level of pride he's feeling. He starts with a hug that lasts a good ten minutes after the show (Roan jumping into his arms, shouting "I did it!" at the top of her lungs) surrounded by parents praising her for a job well done. They go for ice cream, and they stay out late celebrating. Eddie swears he's gonna fall asleep the second his head touches his pillow, but he has enough energy left in him to put his cheek on your shoulder and whisper, "Can you pass me the video camera? I wanna watch it back."

"Again? She rocked it, baby. Please go to sleep."

"I will! Just– after this one."

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lowkeyrobin · 3 months

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QSMP ; how much their eggs like you

includes ; tubbo & sunny, wilbur & tallulah, charlie & juanaflippa, quackity & tilin, jaiden & empanada and philza & chayanne

warnings ; language, mentions of parental neglect

genre ; fluff, little bit of angst if you squint

pronouns used ; they/them , partner

AN ; I'm not like super into qsmp yet, so bare with me, ik most of them have like multiple parents/caregivers but I picked the ones I know the most about and the qsmp wiki is currently my life saver. the eggs are so cute so I can't not wrkte a little something about them 💔💔💔💔 I apologize bc this is gonna be so ooc... also ik juanaflippa and tilin died but ignore that

masterlist

TUBBO & SUNNY

Sunny is very iffy about you at first

"pa, who is that?"

"uhhh... that's y/n" Tubbo answers, "my partner"

she stares at both of you for a second like 🤨😒

they think their dislike of themselves of others is totally unfair and only relies on a select few people so trying to get used to you in a whole story in itself

tubbo, charlie, lenay, and polispol do their best to try and tell her "Hey they're cool, sunny, it's okay, they love you!!" but she won't budge

takes her a long while to accept you into the lil family but she ends up loving you

money is the way to their heart

if only anyone had told you sooner...

WILBUR & TALLULAH

tallulah instantly loves you

she's very quiet around you at first and hides behind will but quickly gets used to your presence

she's just a little anxious at first yk

"I love pa's new partner :3"

she loves playing the flute for you and talking about star wars with you it's the cutest thing

like you'll just be watching over her for Will or Phil and she's just so comfortable talking about her passions with you

Tallulah loves reassuring your builds and likes helping you as well, if you're unsure of how something looks, she's quick to reassure you that it looks good!

she gets you little gifts and shit it's the most adorable thing

her desire for validation mostly drives her kindness to you but she does actually appreciate you a lot

you seem to be there when no one else is and she frequently gives you 'I love you's and little flowers and stuff

she has abandonment issues so you make sure to always check behind yourself to make sure she's still following you

you refuse to leave her anywhere

always looks at you with a 😊 or 🤩 no explanation

she always refers to you as 'ma/pa' or a special nickname. like a syllable of your actual name or smthn, like something special for you two lol

you constantly tell and reassure each other that you're so awesome, great dynamic honestly

CHARLIE & JUANAFLIPPA

She's very quiet and reserved, but obedient

that automatic obediencey grew as a part of her and she just automatically accepted you into the family

although charlie and mariana were very negligent parents, she still trusted them and did as they said

you were the total opposite

it was what she wanted with you two, she has the freedom

you constantly argue w charlie over being a neglectful parent (character not irl)

she's very brave and courageous, and knows how to stay positive

you have personal beef w her parents bc they're such asses to her /hj

she loves guns.

she teaches you how to use guns as well

bonding time in the enclosure 🤞🤞🤞

she lived a short life but she's literally a part of you now

QUACKITY & TILIN

very sweet and caring but also chaotic and edgy

you showed her love and she CLUNG to you

"y/n is my favorite person, not you, pa"

they were always looking to give and receive love to/from everyone but quackity made it so hard for them

even after expressing being mad at quackity for not paying attention to them, they still loved him

shit broke your heart

he literally died bc of neglect from quackity bruh

constantly fighting w quackity over them being neglected :( (character not irl)

all they wanted was love man

you did your best to show her love and make memories with her since quackity clearly barely wanted to

quackity promised he'd be a better dad but uh...

towards the end of their life, they started getting depressed and stuff, you obviously noticed

you just laid on the floor with him, listening to all he had to say, just being there for him

anyways this is getting sad

they love you so much, tells you constantly that they love you and appreciate you

cutie patootie

JAIDEN & EMPANADA

em is very loving, instantly accepts you into the family, although a little cautious at first

you make her sweet foods all the time

absolutely loves you sm

always repays you with flowers or little treasures

"I got you flowers, ma/pa!"

she has a passion for baking with Niki, so sometimes you three (Niki and Em + you watching or burning the house down) have little baking days

jaiden just watching you guys be silly and do dumb shit like "I think I won with this one, guys"

you and jaiden spoiling the hell out of her LMAO

PHILZA & CHAYANNE

used to be more quiet but now talks a lot more

very energetic, your energies match perfectly

very responsible, looks over you if anything

he's always eager for adventure so you guys go explore often while phil and missa are busy

teaches you combat tricks and tips

literally a walking 'top 5 best combat tips and tricks' video I swear

he's very confident as well, likes to pvp with wooden swords with you

he always wins

you aren't even trying to let him win, he's just a god

I mean he's being raised by Phil and Missa so it makes sense LMAO

"I want pvp with y/n :("

"chayanne, they're not online, I'm sorry"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #quackity x reader #qsmp #qsmp x reader #qsmp sunnysideup #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tilin #qsmp juannaflippa #qsmp empanada

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maknaeswrld · 5 months

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a life remembered | l.mh, h.js

wc: 4.6k

genre: soulmate au; reincarnation au; fluff; angst; poly!minsung x reader

cw: primarily Han pov; illusions to suggestive conversation; concert highs; anxiety/panic attack mentions; food/eating mentions; Bee (I feel like they need a warning lol, love them the most); arguing but bc they care (not between the soulmates); please let me know if I missed anything

part one: a life forgotten

Soulmates are a curious thing. Everyone has them, and someway, somehow, they always find each other.

When Lee Minho walked into JYP Entertainment for the first time, Jisung didn’t know what to do or how to react, and looking back on it now, it was comical. Minho was, in Jisungs opinion, one of, if not the most, handsome man he’d ever seen. It had struck a chord in him he’d chosen to interpret as jealousy.

When Chan told him he wanted to include Minho in the group he was creating, Jisung couldn’t decide if he was giddy or nervous. He’d met the other boy twice and couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling that they knew each other. It wasn’t until their third meeting, the first one in an official capacity, to learn the song Chan wanted to showcase, that Jisung realized why.

The small space of the practice room they were designated to made the group circle a tight one, Minho rushing in and dropping to the floor in the open spot between Jisung and Felix, accidentally brushing against Jisung in the process and shooting them both headfirst into a memory both could swear wasn’t theirs.

Water surrounded them in every direction, the sounds of laughter filling the air. The ship rocked gently as the waves pushed it along steadily.

Minho took Jisungs hand, leading him to the edge of the ship.

“Where is your beautiful mind right now, my love?”

And although it didn’t feel like he was talking to Minho, and there was no response, Jisung’s smile lit up his entire face, his eyes twinkling in pure content.

“Come back to the group, love. The boys are going to start their whining if you ignore them for too long.” Minho groaned.

Again there was no response, as if a chunk of their memory for this specific moment was still missing.

“You know how your boys can get.” Jisung waved nonchalantly, hand grasping at thin air before the two turned back to join the rest of the crew.

Practice was immediately derailed as they were brought back to the present, everyone looking worried as they surrounded the pair.

“What just happened?” Changbin asked, holding Jisungs shoulder to keep him steady.

“I’m not entirely sure.” Jisung couldn’t stop himself from seeking out Minho’s eyes, which were already on him, holding the softest expression Jisung has ever seen in his life.

“Please tell me you saw the ship too.” Minho whispered, voice unsure, hand grasping Jisungs for dear life and all he could do was nod. Minho started nodding along with him, the two slowly morphing from shock to joy as smiles spread across their faces.

Tears pricked at Jisungs eyes the more the realization hit him.

“We’re soulmates.”

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Five years.

In five years, so much had changed for Han Jisung. In just five years he’d met not only the love of his life, but also his soul brothers, a realization they came to some time after the soulmate realization, as Minho and Jisung saw the rest of the members in almost all of their past lives.

In five years Stray Kids had also risen to a level of fame not one of them had predicted. They were living a life their younger selves could have only hoped to dream of, and they were so beyond grateful and happy to be able to keep doing music together.

But also within those five years, Minho and Jisung had come to the conclusion that something was missing. They were absolutely positive that they were soulmates, of that there was not even a shadow of a doubt, but there were too many holes in their shared memories, conversations that felt one sided, moments in bed with a gap between them that shouldn't be there if they were at peace with one another. But the confirmation that they were missing a piece came in a memory that surfaced much later than the rest, one with Jisung storming up to Minho’s door, fist banging in anger, wedding band adorning his finger but not Minho’s.

That memory was one of Jisung being angry with Minho and not even knowing who he was, with Minho knowing of Jisung but not knowing him personally, of them both being in love with a person that wasn’t the other. Minho is positive he’d despise cheaters in every life, yet was accused of sleeping with a married person. Neither Jisung, nor Minho could remember Jisungs spouse's name, what they looked like, what gender they were, all they knew was that both of them loved them, and they both loved them as desperately as they love one another, and that was enough to convince them that the piece missing was a third soulmate.

They didn’t know how to go about it, they couldn’t even be allowed to share the truth of their relationship and thousands of Stays were claiming to be each members soulmates daily just for a chance of meeting them. The chances of finding their third and final piece was slim at absolute best.

People always say trust the soulmate connection and that time would bring them together, but that was hard knowing you couldn’t remember someone you love.

Han Jisung spent far too many concerts and fan meets searching the crowd in hopes that you’d be there, that he’d finally find you and the trio would finally be complete. Likewise, he’d spent just as many nights disappointed that you were nowhere to be found. With their fame came the higher likelihood of you being able to find them, but that also meant it’d be harder for them to find you. However, Chan and his soulmate, Riley, gave Jisung hope that he would find you.

Lee Minho wanted to find you just as badly, though he looked for you in the mundane. Whilst his partner expected you to reach out via their fame, Minho hoped more for bumping into you on the sidewalk or in a coffee shop, it made him feel more attainable. Minho knew that whilst Riley and Chan made it work, and even Bee and Changbin, there were just as many people that would be scared off by celebrity soulmates as there are seeking them.

Another concert, another night of Jisung daydreaming about finding you in the crowd and whisking you away after to finally meet you and remember you. Riley gave Chan a knowing glare, the parental figures of the group concerned about their younger friend. Ever since the two soulmates came to the conclusion they have a third one, which isn’t unheard of but is fairly rare, their friends have been doubtful to say the least.

No one likes seeing the kicked puppy look on Jisungs face whenever someone mentions that maybe there isn’t anyone else out there, or the way Minho gets defensive when they try to talk to him about the possibility of their memories just not having fully solidified yet. Both in the firm belief that five years connected at the hip was enough time to remember everything. But that didn’t stop the worried glances and strained smiles when they’d start talking about their ‘other soulmate’.

“They’re gonna be here tonight.” Jisung stated as if it were an absolute fact.

“You said that last night, Sungie.” Hyunjin muttered.

“Yeah, but I can feel it this time. They’re in the crowd right now, I’m positive of it.”

“Ji, you have an incredible soulmate already, why are you so eager to find another one?” Bee asked from their almost permanent place snuggled into Changbin. “I’m just saying, I can’t imagine dealing with more than one Binnie.”

“They’re not another Minho, they’re mine and Min’s missing piece.” Jisung argued. It was a conversation that felt all too familiar, and every time one of his soul brothers or other lifetime friends make comments, he feels himself getting just a little more hostile but also a little more defeated.

Maybe they were wrong, maybe there wasn’t a missing piece and they truly just haven’t had the best relationship in every lifetime. But Jisung couldn’t bring himself to believe that. Seeing how whole Bee and Bin, and Riley and Chan, were, how they didn’t have memory gaps or questionable moments and conversations, made him feel like there was no other explanation aside from another person to fill the void. It wasn’t like Jisung thought Minho wasn’t enough for him, he wasn’t seeking more from outside their relationship, he loved Minho with every fiber of his being, but he knew Minho wasn’t the only one he’d hold these feelings towards. And Minho knew it too, it was a long conversation to have, one that ended in tears but mutual understanding that they would always have each other and weren’t seeking out this third person for any reason other than them wholeheartedly believing they are also their soulmate.

As the time to go on stage got closer and closer, Jisung felt more antsy. He wasn’t sure why tonight felt different, but he couldn’t stop fidgeting. Minho tried to calm him down, but was just as on edge.

The concert went smoothly, they always did, but Minho and Jisung both spent far more time engaging towards one specific area than they ever had before. It’s like they couldn’t abandon the section for longer than a few minutes and they always ended up right back there the second they could. Jisung felt better than he had in a long time, adrenaline pumping through his veins and a smile plastered on his face. He felt good, he felt whole for the first time in a long time. Jisung couldn’t explain it, but that stage was the most at home he’d felt since he first found Minho.

As they said their goodbyes to Stay and made their way backstage, the overwhelming peace Jisung had felt slowly faded. He couldn’t think of any reason why, but as he watched Riley smother his leader with kisses and Bee put his best friend into a headlock, he felt himself growing more numb.

Minho wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling into his shoulder, relieving the aching feeling sinking in so fast it would have given Jisung whiplash if he weren’t already used to the other boys' affect on him, body and mind. Jisung could feel giggles bubbling up in him with each soft kiss placed on the base of his neck.

“You were radiant out there tonight, my love.”

“And you were very sexy.” Jisung giggled.

“Hey now! There are children present!” Riley scolded, breaking away from Chan to cover Jeongin’s ears. “Go foreplay somewhere else.”

“Yeah!” Bee shouted from Changbin’s back. “There’s dressing rooms for a reason!”

The look of absolute dismay Riley shot Bee was priceless, “That’s not what the dressing rooms are for.”

“It’s not? Did you know that bro?”

Changbins ears were red. “Please don’t call me bro while talking about this.”

“How about we just all get showered and changed and go grab something to eat?” Chan suggested in a tone that left no room for argument, clapping his hands together and pulling Riley back towards his body. “And stop babying Innie, he’s worse than Bee these days.”

“I will never stop babying my baby, but I am hungry.” Riley muttered in agreement. “If y’all take too long in the shower, we’re leaving without you.” Riley pointed at Bee and Changbin, who’s ears somehow got even more red. Bee just winked at their best friend, shiteating grin plastered on their face.

Twenty minutes later, Jisung piled into the van with his bandmates and additional soulmates, Seungmin and Hyunjin discussing what they wanted to eat whilst Felix snuggled into Bee’s side, the two looking at memes while Changbin pouted.

Jisung felt more drained than he had in a long time, his social battery past empty and moved on to completely fried. Minho pulling him into his side eased some of the anxiousness starting to well up.

“No panic attacks after amazing shows.” Minho whispered.

Jisung buried his head further into the other mans neck. “I’m trying.”

“I know.” He kissed the crown of his head gently, smiling softly while tightening his hold. “I’m seriously so proud of you.”

The ride was uneventful out to the opposite side of the city, in hopes less people would recognize them so they could have their meal in peace. Minho and Jisung were the last of the group to venture out of the vehicle and towards the restaurant. They didn’t get too far before a voice rapping along to Han’s part to All In stopped them dead in their tracks.

“Y/n, please, you’re in public.”

“You’re wasting your breath, you know how they are about their spotlight songs.”

Han’s eyes landed on the person rapping his line with such ease it was as if they’d written it themself. He felt excitement flood through him instantaneously, rushing over and joining them, singing along to the song playing quietly in the outdoor speakers overhead.

He watched your eyes light up as the two of you sang along together, ignoring your friends and focusing on one another. Not a thing in the world was registering to either of you as you both turned to Minho, watching as he rolled his eyes, smile already playing at his lips, joining in for the last parts of the song.

Your laughter filled the air as the song came to an end, and Jisung could swear it was already becoming one of his favorite sounds.

“Took you long enough.”

Your voice was laced with amusement.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“You know I don’t like singing by myself.” You nudged his shoulder lightly, causing him to wrap his arm around your shoulders and squeeze tight.

“But your voice is so nice!”

A blush lit up your cheeks in an instant, mouth opening to respond when someone clearing their throat behind you drew the groups attention.

“Y/n, um, what?”

“Min! Sungie! Hurry your asses up or we’re gonna eat without you.” Bee shouted from down the way, drawing Jisungs attention just long enough for you to slip out of his hold.

By the time he or Minho could focus back on you, you were gone. No trace of a person having been standing with them, as if you’d been a figment of their imagination.

“Sungie…”

“I know.”

“That was…”

“Yeah.”

Minho was staring off into the direction you had to have gone in, itching to run after you. Jisung stared at his hands, in disbelief that just moments prior he was holding the final piece of his puzzle in those same hands.

You, the random stranger unabashedly performing one of their songs in the middle of the street, were the one person Jisung and Minho had been looking for incessantly. The person they knew they couldn’t remember.

“Do you ever wonder what we’d be like if we didn’t find each other? What’d it’d be like if we don’t keep finding each other?”

Jisung was used to thinking these types of questions, but hearing you ask them out loud hurt more than him thinking them ever did.

“I’d rather imagine we’ll always find each other.” Jisung grumbled, tightening his hold on both of the bodies on either side of his.

“Okay but what if-”

“There are no what if’s, my love. We’ll always find one another, in every lifetime, even if some take a little longer than others. I don’t see a reason to dwell on the impossibility of not ending up right back here every single time.”

You snuggled deeper into Jisungs chest, hand squeezing Minho’s.

“I suppose you’re right.” You mumbled. Minho squeezed your hand comfortingly in response.

Jisungs arms shifted entirely around you, squeezing as he rolled over to toss you in the middle, both of your soulmates wanting to hold you close. You sighed in content, snuggling into your boys happily.

“I am so dead serious right now, you two. We will absolutely eat without you if you don’t- why do your faces look like that?”

“We found them.”

“Found who? Why are you being cryptic.”

“We found our other soulmate.” Jisung said.

Bee’s mouth dropped open and within moments all of their brothers and Riley were there, bombarding them with questions.

“Okay, so is no one surprised that they actually have another soulmate? Is that just me?” Hyunjin said, a smack from Seungmin following shortly after.

“Which direction did they go? We need to find them!” Jeongin said, already shifting from one foot to the other as if he were ready to sprint in any direction in a moments notice.

“We didn’t actually see what direction they went in because somebody distracted us.” Jisung glared at Bee.

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m hungry and didn’t know.” They huffed.

“We were facing that way so they definitely couldn’t have gone in that direction.” Minho cut in, knowing a grumpy Jisung and a hangry Bee is never a good combination. They loved each other like siblings but damn could they argue until they both turned blue.

“Alright, everyone pick a direction and let's find our boys’ soulmate.” Chan said, “Go in pairs and meet here in one hour, no exceptions. Even if everyone comes back empty handed, we have to at least try.” Turning to his first and last children, his eyes and tone softened. “Is there anything we can use to recognise them?”

Jisung immediately jumped into a full description, followed by Minho simply saying, “Ask if they know ‘All In’. They were singing it with us just now.”

Nods all around as people started pairing up.

“Okay, I’m going with Ji.” Riley stated, looping their arm through Jisungs. “Channie, you take Min. Bin and Bee, separate. I am not dealing with soulmates getting distracted and off mission right now.”

Before Jisung could even think about protesting, he was being swept away by Riley in the first direction he would have guessed you ran in. Jisung struggled to keep up with the pace set by Riley as they ducked into shops and restaurants, checking bathrooms and fitting rooms as they went. Riley wanted to cover as much ground as possible in the one hour timeframe given, which Jisung was appreciative of. However, Jisung hoped Minho and Chan were having better luck, or anyone else for that matter.

He wanted to find you more than anything. Knowing he had you in his arms was enough for him to get addicted to you, and if he stopped for a moment and focused on his memories, he was sure you were already fitting yourself into almost every single one..

Every one sided conversation suddenly being completed, all those nights spent with an unnecessary space between himself and Minho being filled by you. Your presence for those four minutes he got with you had already led to a downward spiral of need to be close to you, to hold you in his arms once more.

In combination with the presence of you in old memories, as if you’d always been there, there was also a small onslaught of new memories, ones without Minho but including you. Ones that further solidified your rightful place within his life.

As another memory flashed behind his eyes, he took a seat on a bench outside of a small corner store.

“Are you okay?” Riley asked, always a mother hen.

“I’m fine, just, check this one without me, I need a moment.”

Riley seemed to understand and didn’t ask questions as they pat him on the back and wandered into the store.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” A voice whispered in your ear as hands made their way around your waist. “Because I feel like we’ve met before and I’d like to get to know you again.”

You could smell the stench of alcohol emanating off the stranger feeling you up in the middle of the dance floor. Rolling your eyes, you ripped his hands off you, turning around and shoving him back for safe measure.

“I do believe in soulmates, and you sure as hell ain’t mine. But the guy who is doesn’t really take kindly to strangers touching what's his.”

Before the idiot could open his mouth again, Jisungs arm slid into place across your shoulders, pulling you in for a downright make out session right in the middle of the bars dance floor.

When he finally pulled away, the dude was nowhere to be seen.

“Took you long enough.” You said teasingly.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” He smiled gently, and then led you to the booth he’d been watching you from.

You shook your head as you splashed water on your face in the bathroom, your best friend, Lia, pacing behind you.

“I thought you wanted to avoid them?”

Lia was the only person you’d confided in after coming to terms with the fact that your soulmates were not one, but two international superstars.

“I did, but, I don’t know. It was like being like that with them was so natural I didn’t even register that we don’t know each other. It felt right.”

“Do you think they know?”

Sighing, you lightly tapped your head against the wall, eyes squeezed shut. “I don’t know. If they don’t yet, we’ve met now, it’s only a matter of time before I start filtering into their memories.”

“Do you want to keep hiding from them? Y/n/n, they know now, there’s no avoiding them not remembering you anymore. Don’t you think avoiding them now will just cause unnecessary pain?”

“I know that! I do. But, I’m not sure I could handle being in their world, and what if they end up resenting me for ruining the good thing they already had? They’ve been together for so long, and then I just blindside them with my existence? What if they didn’t even know they had a third soulmate?”

“Then they do now and they’re probably looking everywhere for them. Those two don’t seem like the type to resent you for coming into their lives, but they might if you enter it just to disappear forever. I get the feeling now that they know, they’ll never stop looking for you. Do you understand that?”

You opened your mouth to answer when the door to the bathroom swung open.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was just looking for someone.” The stranger looked flushed, as if they’d been running, but even so you could tell they were stunning. “Um, neither of you happen to know the song All In, do you?”

You and Lia shot each other confused but nervous looks, which seemed to be enough for this stranger who finally let the bathroom door shut behind them, leaning against it and eyeing you both.

“So which one of you is the runner?”

“What do you mean?”

“One of you just met your two soulmates and then booked it while they had their backs turned, which was it?”

Lia threw her hands up in defense, pointing at you in the process and backing up.

“Traitor.” You mumbled, causing her to stifle a laugh.

The stranger blocking the exit landed their gaze on you, “I ran too.”

Of all the things you were expecting them to say, that was definitely not on the list of possibilities.

“It’s scary,” They continued, pushing off the door and walking towards you. “But the separation is worse. I promise you, it’s better than you can possibly imagine. The company takes good care of us, and while we aren’t allowed to be public, we go pretty much everywhere with the boys if we want to. They don’t do anything to risk our relationships.”

“I’m sorry but, who are you and what do you mean by our?”

“Oh! I’m Riley, I’m Chan’s soulmate. And Changbin found his as well, their name is Bee. I went through the running and being scared of falling for someone in the industry but Bee was already in the industry themself when they found Bin, so it was slightly easier for them. Sorry, I’m rambling, but my point is we’re both here for you and we both understand how you’re feeling. And that those men you just left in the dust are two of the best I’ve ever met, and they’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

That comment shocked you to your core.

They’ve been looking for you.

“How could they be looking for me, they couldn’t have even known about me.”

Riley seemed to hesitate. “To be honest, none of us believed them. For a while we really just assumed that they found each other at such a young age they’ve never experienced anything but one another, so the whole third soulmate thing was just sort of a way to come to terms with the fact that they wanted a change of pace or something. But, here you are, and we stand corrected.

“They may not have known you, or known how to find you, but they’ve been searching for their ‘missing piece’ about as long as I’ve known them.” Then Riley quirked their head in a very parental like motion. “You already knew, didn’t you.”

It was phrased as a question, but was completely an irrefutable statement.

“How long have you known?” Where you were expecting harshness or judgment, you received only the sound of sheer curiosity.

“Almost a year now.” You mumbled, arms wrapping around yourself for a sense of security.

Riley blanched. “A YEAR?!”

You just nodded.

“Damn hun, I would’ve lost my mind if I’d known who Chris was for a whole year. How the hell did you manage that?!”

“By convincing themself that Minho and Han were already happy and better off without them, that they’d just throw a hitch in their lives that they didn’t need.” Lia stated, you could practically hear her rolling her eyes at you. Riley’s eyes softened at her words.

Grabbing your hands in one hand, Riley brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face, gently cupping your cheek. “I know exactly how you feel. When I found Chris, I ran too. I didn’t think I could survive his work schedule, the expectations placed on him, all the fans claiming him, but he is so worth every single difficulty and so much more. I know you’re scared right now, and it’s probably worse for you because it’s just Chris and me, but Min and Ji already adore you, they could never be happier without you than they will be with you, I can promise you that much.

“I understand if you’re not ready yet. I wasn’t ready for a long time myself, so if it’s okay with you, I want to give you mine and Bee’s numbers, you can reach out to us with any and all questions, concerns, whatever. Heck, if you just want to use them to get to know us, that’s fine too. I didn’t have anyone to help me, but you have us, we’ll help you all the way. Think about it, okay? All three of you will be so much happier together. You aren’t meant to be apart.”

You felt tears stinging your eyes again. You knew Riley was right, you’d always known you’d be happier with them, but you also knew there was no way for you to get their attention, no way for them to actually find you, now that you had, now that they knew you, you were truly out of logical reasons to avoid taking your place by their sides.

Because soulmates are a curious thing. Everyone has them, and someway, somehow, they always find each other.

next part: a life eluded

a/n: ahhhhhh part two, I feel like it’s been done for a while but I’ve been like nervous about it idk, anyways I hope you enjoyed!! I know it’ll run for at least two more parts with potential for spin off(s) on the others finding their soulmates or even ‘prequels’ of Riley and Chan as well as Bee and Changbin🫣🤭 please feel free and encouraged to leave your thoughts and opinions and also lemme know if you’d be interested in being tagged in upcoming parts? ciao!! 🫶

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Fic idea idk how to explain

Barty and Evan, no matter what universe they're in, what time they're in, their souls are tied together.

It's early 1200 BC Barty (then called Achilles) sets off to Troy with his close companion Patroclus (Evan). Barty wants glory, to have his name be known for the ages. He wants to be like the greats- Hercules, Jason, Theseus, he wants to be a hero.

Evan follows, because that's all he has known- Barty. Just Achilles. That's all he's known his whole life. He goes where Achilles does. That's the way they work. He just wants his lover. He doesn't care much for the glory aspect.

It's the 5th century AD, Evan (then known as the king Arthur) has a kingdom to lead. He has to be a great ruler, to do his best, to do his duty. Granted, he's a bit of a prat, but can you blame him? He grew up knowing he would inherit his father's kingdom.

His father, who banned the use of magic forever in their kingdom. Evan doesn't really care for magic but he's grown up fearing it because of his father's words.

Evan is used to be attended to, by servants and maids, what he's not used to is being insulted time and time again by his new servant, a scrawny man his age, with a mop of dark hair and a permanent scowl. His name is Merlin and though Arthur doesn't know that, he's known Merlin's soul in a previous lifetime.

Merlin, or Barty, take your pick, takes pride in trying to bring Arthur down a notch or two. He had grown up with no one but his mother looking after him. And here's Evan with the whole kingdom at his feet.

They end up alone more often than not. The more time they spend together, the less Merlin hates him. The more he starts to care and the more he starts to save his life with his magic.

Arthur's reading him poetry when they kiss for the first time. Slow and unsure at first. Full of fear. Evan runs away, only to kiss Barty harder the next time they meet.

One thing leads to another.

They're happy. Until Arthur dies. There's nothing Merlin can do, and believe him, he tries.

It's the 15th Century when their souls meet again. Barty's a sculptor, he carves marble like it's clay, he pours his heart into his art. He doesn't care much for the women of the city.

He grows up hearing about gods- Zeus, the king of gods, the one who controls the skies, Poseidon, the god of the sea and earthquakes, stormbringer, Hades, the god of the underworld, his domain is death itself. He sees paintings about them, the greatest artists of his age starting the renaissance. He doesn't know he'll be a part of history.

Barty hears about heroes as well, mighty Heracles, Theseus and the Minotaur, Jason and the Argonauts. He hears and reads about the Trojan war, about Achilles and Patroclus- a great warrior duo. But above all... lovers.

Inspiration strikes, Barty carves night and day. He doesn't have a model, he carves from memory. His memory now? Or his memory of a past life?

Patroclus, slowly but steadily comes to life under his tools. First his figure, then limbs, then face. Barty feels like he should know him.

He presses a kiss to the marble statue's cold cheek.

The next morning, he's alive. A bit confused, but surely enough, alive. Barty had prayed to the gods and some must have heard.

The thing about the statue is... it wasn't perfect. There were parts Barty glossed over, parts he procrastinated, parts he forgot. So the person who pops out oft he Patroclus statue isn't perfect either.

Except he is... at least for Barty.

And so it goes, again and again and again.

They're writers in one lifetime, forced to hide their love for fear of society. They write about one another. Only a hundred years from then would people discover it.

They're soldiers in one. Both in a war they try to hopelessly outrun. They drink with one another and fight and fuck and kiss and it's messy, everything is messy.

They're wizards in one. They attend a school of witchcraft. War is brewing there too. A blood purist, a supremist. Evan's parents are supporters. He wants to get out desperately. He doesn't have much of a choice. They've seen how this war tears and takes and kills.

Barty's father is no supporter of the Dark Lord, quite the opposite, actually. Barty joins anyway. Not because he thinks he's better than ones without magic parents, not because he agrees with what the Dark Lord says. But because Evan is there. And Evan needs him.

They've already lost Regulus. They only have each other.

Evan's an actor in one lifetime. Pretty face, sharp, striking features. He's quick thinking, charming, teasing and far too good looking for his own good.

Barty's a singer. Men, women, everyone practically throws themselves at him. His voice is like a siren's... pulling and pulling and pulling. He bares his teeth in every smile.

They meet at an award show of all places. They've both vaguely heard of one another.

Don't ask why their ties were switched, their hair disshelved, their suits rumpled when they walk out of the bathroom one after the other.

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year

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Cod - Eating Their Ass

Requested: Yes! [EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THE COD MEN SITTING ON THE READER’S FACE?? I THINK THAT’D BE PRETTY NEAT] + [HI, ANON WHO ASKED ABOUT COD MEN FACE SITTING HERE👋👋👋 . I had ass eating in mind!! I don’t see a lot of content on it and I thought it would be such a cool idea. I love all of them but I just know that Ghost would have a biggest ass bc GODDAMN. And I imagine König would have to be really careful with the reader since he’s so big and tall but once he gets into it, he’s grinding against their face and moaning like a WHORE]

Warnings: Face sitting, 69

Ghost

You look at me. You look me right in the eyes and you tell me that you don’t think Ghost would love to 69 like this. You, eating his ass out as he returns the favor. He’s been wanting to do it since before you even asked, probably for as long as you’ve been together. Maybe (definitely) even for some time before that. He just didn’t bring it up because he was a little unsure of if you would even like it. So he’s more than happy when you’re the one to bring it up. He’s practically in the shower the second you’ve finished bringing it up, dragging you with him so you both could get in bed as soon as possible. And once he’s on top of you, he’s grinding at the same pace that he’s sucking and licking, his thighs on either side of your face as your own clamp around his head.

Roach

Roach is surprised but not displeased when you bring up the idea. He is a bit hesitant at first, afraid that his weight will hurt you even though he’s literally yoinked you down onto his face before when you voiced the same thoughts except with the roles reversed. It doesn’t take much convincing though and he is kinda eager to try it. The day you both actually get to try it is filled with excitement as he climbs atop your face, his grinding slow and steady as you lick at him, his voice raspy and soft as he moans. He’ll apologize when he unexpectedly cums a little early, his seed spraying onto the top of your head and the pillow, both of which he’ll insist on cleaning up even though his legs are shaking horribly and he keeps stumbling while he attempts to get a washcloth.

König

König is definitely terrified of hurting you when you bring up the idea, denying you the first few times you ask to try it. You’ll have to really pester him about it before he’ll reluctantly agree. He will, however, go over things with you for like an hour. His safeword if he gets uncomfortable, how you would signal him to stop if you needed it, Etc. Soon you both set a date to finally try it. König is so nervous that the shower he took beforehand lasted two whole hours. He’s very pruny when he comes out and no less nervous then when he went in. He’s slow to kneel on top of you, his knees on either side of your head, careful of your body as he grips onto the headboard so tightly that his knuckles turn ghost white. But then your mouth is on him and he’s lost, moaning and whining, grinding on your face like he’ll die if he doesn’t. It becomes a new favorite thing of his and he’ll shyly bring up doing it again and again and again.

Rudy

Rudy is another one that is hesitant but not all together put off, but I would say he is the most reluctant out of these four. A little because he’s afraid of hurting you but mostly just because he doesn’t know what to do. He’s never even thought about it if he’s being honest. But Rudy can never deny you anything, especially when you look at him so pleadingly. You’ll have to guide him on what to do, his hands hovering in the air as he struggles to find where to place them, his body kneeling too straight and much too frigid until you drag him down to the perfect angle. He’s still tense but gradually relaxes as you work your mouth, eventually growing brave enough to start slowly rocking back and forth, his cheeks warm as he struggles to keep his breathing steady. He finds he actually quite likes the sensation, even if it’s a bit unusual at first. He’d definitely like to try it again, as long as he gets to return the favor.

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akutasoda · 5 months

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Hi pookie <33 Did you drink water or have any food today? if not please go do so and then read my req, health is important <33 Okay so for my req, I would like hcs and/or scenarios w ranpo, chuuya, sigma, and anyone else you want, with a reader who felt very hot and uncomfortable at night due to hot weather, and thus decided to sleep w/o a shirt, and obvi wearing pants and all that but instead of a shirt she's just wearing smth like a sports bra.

So basically, the reader's s/o gets all flustered and uncomfortable and shy and stuff and ask for permission to do normal stuff like "is it okay for me to hug you?" and "are you sure you're comfortable sleeping w/ me?" I feel like it would be so adorable asjkdaskjdksadj. (Also the reasoning behind this very specific, I was feeling rlly hot one day at night so i took off my hoodie and slept like that, and my mind went "hmm...this could be a great prompt" so yeah ;-;) I also would not like any nsfw content ig bc it makes me super uncomfortable, i live for fluff <33 You don't need to take this req if you don't want to, I hope you're doing well and wish a lovely night/day to you <33 stay safe <33

i can stay, if you want?

synopsis - after particular warm nights, you decide to shed some clothing - how do they react?

includes - ranpo, chuuya, sigma

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, reader is gn but mentions bra once, reader is mentioned to be shirtless, wc - 855

a/n: hi! health is important! i have had food and water and if you're reading this make sure you have aswell! stay safe yourself <3

ranpo edogawa ★↷

the agencies accomodations weren't exactly a five star hotel but no one complained as they did there purpose. but the most common problem for them was the heat - they weren't exactly well ventilated. most often had to purchase their own or put in a request but not ranpo.

ranpo cared little for the heat. while he disliked it, it didn't bother him that much. but when you began sharing with him it became noticeably warmer inside the small rooms.

and when one particular night became rather humid it affected the both of you. the shared futon was stripped of most bedding and even that didn't really help seeing as ranpo was very clingy. he always said that he couldn't get to sleep if he wasn't cuddling you or you were cuddling him. even if ypu were sweating.

so the solution you came up with was taking of a few layers. temporarily ripping ranpo off you to take off your shirt. ranpo didn't really clock back on until you layed back down next to him. and when he realised his face exploded into red, he was glad it was so dark.

while you weren't exactly naked as you had pants on and a bra should you wear one, but it made him slightly unsure wether he could still hug you. you noticed this hesitation and simply laughed at him saying something along the lines off 'its still fine if you want to cuddle' and that's all he needed.

he quickly got over his flustered state and snuggled back into you. he still was slightly embarrassed in the morning but very quickly learned not to be so embarrassed.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

when you first moved into chuuya's residence you were quite impressed. you were well aware that he made quite the pretty penny but this really hammered the idea home. literally. so it was no surprise that durong warmer day's and night's the rooms were quite well ventillated.

chuuya wasn't the fan of heat. while he wouldn't be picky and most the time didn't mind, sometimes the heat made him sweat a bit too much and he started getting that uncomfortable crawling feeling. but he still never prefered it.

but nothing could prepare either of you for some really warm nights. and there wasn't much else to do about it. even when all duvets and extra blankets were discarded it still felt uncomfortablly warm for you. so while you were getting ready for bed you decided you could do without the top.

you didn't think much about it as you still had most clothes on but the minute you stepped into the shared bedroom you didn't anticipate chuuya's reaction. and you didn't notice. mainly because even though his face was flushed with red he didn't say anything.

he felt as if he couldn't and he didn't even notice himself become hesitant to cuddle you, not until you asked if something was wrong. he simply coughed out a 'are you sure your still comfortable with that?'. you giggled to yourself before saying a simple 'of course'.

while he wasn't entirely comfortable yet, he did really want to hug you. so he did and very soon he got over it and if you continued to do this everytime it got too warm, he would always ask first.

sigma ★↷

he always was so hesitant about every little detail of your relationship. he wanted it all to be absolutely perfect and you had to keep reminding him that as sweet as that was it's not always obtainable. so moving in together was planned to an absolute T.

even when you proposed sleeping in the same room was enough for him to panic. he wanted to, but he was scared to rush things even if you proposed the idea. but you two eventually got there even if he was very flustered at first.

sigma was never one for heat. it made him uncomfortable and while one of the first things he ever saw was a desert, he still disliked it. so the warmer the nights got the more hesitant he was too sleep in the same room seeing as the heat that radiated of both of you could be suffocating.

yet you never minded, perhaps you both settled for a fan or rid the room of any duvets or blankets but eventually you convinced him it was alright. but ot was still overbearing for you.

so much so that you weren't even thinking when you sat up and peeled off your top layer. the action woke sigma and he had to double take to properly register the fact you were indeed now shirtless. if he wasn't embarrassed before, he was now.

he immediately scooted over scared he might cross a boundary like this. and when you asked him what's wrong he responded with 'are you sure your still comfortable hugging me?'. you smiled to yourself and told him 'of course'.

though he was still hesitant and his faced remained red, he continued as before. and even when he woke in the morning before you he got reminded of the situation and got very embarrassed very quickly again.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader

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scrollonso · 2 months

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walk with me...

(i turned this into an au: masterlist)

this is a very spur of the moment not well thought out au but... JUST LISTEN. (more under the cut & in my pinned)

Lawrence Stroll bought a team on the f1 grid in 2006

Renamed it Racing Point to secure a spot for his 18 year old son (and put him in pink bc hes so cute in pink)

Lance Stroll was born October 29, 1987, he started karting in 1991

Fernando Alonso was born July 29, 1981, started karting in 1984

When Lance made his debut in f1 there was a lot of talk around the paddock about the nepo baby and Strolls choice to have both drivers on the team be rookies. (Stroll and Rosberg)

During the first race of the season Lance got p6 and Nico got p7, both scoring points for the team

After the race Fernando Alonso went to congradulate the rookies, both stunned because the race winner was praising their work

Nico was honored to be congradulated by a world champion

Lance was... well. Maybe he liked the older mans praise more than he should've.

As the season progressed Fernando continued to find reasons to speak to the rookies, even though it was evident he cared more about what the brunette had to say.

After both Racing Point drivers DNF in the 2nd and 3rd races of the season Fernando made sure to try and lessen the pain.

Each time Fernando came to the Racing Point garage, each time he searched the paddock to find #18, each time he spoke it only made the 18 year olds heart grow fonder.

Lance thought the driver was like this to every rookie, so caring and comforting, but that just wasn't the case.

He was known for not going out of his way to do anything like he was doing with the Racing Point drivers.

After Lance got 6th in the 4th race of the season Fernando was the first to congratulate him, as if he hadn't just gotten second.

He noticed at the next race that he didn't go out of his way to congradulate Nico on his 7th place, he just went straight to him to comfort him about yet another DNF.

Before then he hadn't thought too much about Fernandos intentions or why exactly he was talking to him so much.

By this time in the season fans had started to notice how close the two had gotten, seeing how they naturally gravitated towards eachother.

When Fernando won the next race Lance made sure to beat him to it and congratulate the world champion first, loving how it brought a smile to his face.

Fernando didn't smile like that when others congratulated him, didn't smile like that when being asked about his wins, didn't smile like that when Nico said the exact same thing.

Lance felt insane for thinking this way but he couldn't help but feel a little special.

A few races later in America was the first time Fernando wasn't on the podium, the first time they spent the whole time after the race together.

It was nice, being in his presence, he felt like a sunbather in the sun anytime the older man spoke to him, it was silly but it was always his favourite part of the race week.

The next time he wasn't on podium was in Germany, he almost felt bad for feeling this way but he looked forward to the days when Fernando got p4 or lower because it meant they'd spend the whole afternoon together.

It was just like in America, the two of them just standing around going over the week and the last few races until Fernando asked him a question.

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

Lance laughed at the question, unsure where it came from

"Have I kissed anyone?" He asked back, wondering if it was a serious question

"Si, you do know what kissing is, no?"

Lance couldn't help but laugh again, he was 18 not 8, of course he knew what kissing was.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Lance asked, knowing for a fact he had, it'd be insane if not, how could someone so stunning not have kissed someone? How could someone with girls around him constantly have not kissed someone and more.

"I asked first, Lancito."

Fernando had called him that almost constantly since the season started yet every time it never failed to make the youngers heart flutter.

"No" He admitted, almost embarrassed "I'm not very good with people" he added, knowing the only people on the grid he could talk to easily were Fernando and Nico

"I could be your first"

(if this doesn't make sense pretend u never saw it)

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girlboypersonthingy · 1 year

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could I request a very fluffy keith x reader headcanons where they're having a bonding moment (hehe, I cradled you into my arms) because they ended up on a planet during a mission and are waiting for rescue? you don't have to do this if you don't like it of course!

HELLO YOU ARE MY FIRST REQUEST ANON AND ILYSM 🥰 yes I love love love this idea. Also, i had a hard time writing this as headcanons so I decided to write it as like a headcanon/imagine hybrid kinda thing. I hope that’s cool… sorry I’m new to writing this stuff. ALSO this turned out so long I got carried away soRRYYY. Enjoy~

Ps: plz plz plz request more. Somebody, anybody? Thnx 💋

So…y’all are stuck on a planet where the atmosphere is mostly made up of sulfur so it’s not breathable for humans like you

Keith would be pacing non stop, trying to get in contact with the team. He’s so mad his face is nearly as red as his armor.

You are much less worried, knowing that brainiac Pidge would find y’all eventually

It was supposed to be an easy mission, just responding to a distress signal. You and Keith were sent together bc you two work really well together, but when the galra swooped in, you knew it was a setup to steal the red lion.

Of course, Keith took them all out but not without red taking a couple heavy blows

Red needed to rest now that the imminent threat had been neutralized. The lion fought hard without help from the others and would not respond to either of you…and Keith was not handling it well

“C’mon red! You’re gonna give up on me now?! Ugh, you really are the most temperamental lion! You’re such a brat…”

The tense but strong chemistry between Keith and his lion was always something that intrigued you. They really were meant to be.

He eventually gives up trying to talk to red, sitting beside you on the ground.

You and Keith weren’t really close but you trained together nearly every day and you physically complimented each other very well. You always had each others back.

Besides training, you didn’t see him all that much. He likes to skip meals and take late night showers. It’s almost like he’s been avoiding you for a while now

With you around, Keith is all bite and no bark. Sure, he’ll grab and push you around while training but actually having a conversation with you??? Hell nah. Keith no likey talking.

He usually corrects the others’ form and posture and gives advice when training with the them, but not with you. Instead he gives you a lot of thumbs up and small, proud smirks.

Whenever you try to talk to him, you’re lucky if you get any words out of him. Usually, it’s just hums of agreement or head nods.

You think Keith doesn’t like you or finds you annoying with how quiet he is around you

Not having the same armor as the paladins, you were finding your suit to be too thin for the climate on this planet. You were shivering.

Keith notices this immediately but stays still, unsure of how to help you. If he had his jacket rn, he’d totally toss it at you nonchalantly

And suddenly he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you off the ground and along with him.

“Where are we going?” He doesn’t respond, just let’s your hand go but keeps walking, expecting you to follow and you do.

He glances back to check that you’re still there and notices you limping ever so slightly. You’re trying not to let him see this bc you don’t want to piss him off more than he already is.

With Keith piloting, there was no where for you to be in his lion besides standing behind his chair. As he dodged attacks from the galra, you had been thrown around a bit.

He stops walking, making you nearly crash into the back of him.

He turns to you, refusing to even look at you before he sighs loudly. You feel guilty, not wanting to burden him with taking care of you.

“You’re hurt.” “No I’m fine.” “No, you’re limping.” “It’s fine, I can keep walking.”

He turns his back to you and just stands there, hands at his sides. You’re unsure of what to do or say until he looks back at you with a straight face.

“Hop on my back.” “No, Keith. I can walk.” “Just let me carry you.” “No. I said I’m fine. Really, I-“ He cuts you off.

“God dammit, (Y/N), you’re just as stubborn as red! You’re limping and you’re shivering and you’re lying to my face about it. I can tell you need some help, IM OFFERING YOU HELP. Now let me give you a lift to some shelter or SO HELP ME-“

You’re stunned, not because he was lowkey being an ass but because he’s never said so many words to you at one time.

Keith is the epitome of “if a boy is being mean or bullying you, it’s bc he likes you”

He’s talking to you like he was when he first found the red lion and was like “it’s me…Keith. I AM YOUR P A L A D I N.”

Mf is lowkey so mean to you sometimes but he’s not trying to be mean, you just make him feel weird and tingly inside and it embarrasses him and that makes him mad. He’s mad that he doesn’t know how to properly communicate with you without sounding stupid. He’s mad at himself, not at you tho

Dude just doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings

You hop up on his back, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. His hands grip the back of your knees and he trudges forward.

He carries you until he finds a small dim cave, hoping the shelter would keep you warm. He lets go of your legs without warning, making you slip off him. As you land on your feet, you hiss at the pain in your knee.

As he turns to you, you can barely see him but his face looks different now.

You can see his eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly hanging open

He never looks you in the eye and always has an annoyed and smug look on his face when you’re around. So seeing his face soften with concern and guilt for YOU made you freeze up.

“S-sorry.” He mumbles before holding out his hand to you. You’re confused like ??? What is this? What do you want me to do with this?

If there were more light in here, you’d see his face turning red as he’s stepping closer to you until you’re side by side. He slips his arm around your waist and gently lowers you to the ground.

As your butt meets the ground, you stretch out your leg and rub your knee, huffing in pain. Now that he knew you were hurt, no reason to act like you weren’t.

He sat along side you, your bodies still up against each other. He moves his arm from your waist to your shoulders, pulling you close.

Keith never touched you unless you were training together or you were in danger and needed his help so this physical contact with him made your heart go AFTHNJDFH ❤️‍🔥

The piggy back ride and the helping you to the ground were normal for him but him holding you close like this…omfg

Keith is slowly shutting down from embarrassment and nervousness. You can hear his breathing speed up as he’s praying that the others will find y’all soon or he might pass out

You lean into him, shivering still. His hand rubs up and down your arm in an attempt to warm you up.

Noticing that this isn’t working, he lets you go and scoots to sit behind you. He pulls you against his chest as he wraps his arms around you, your arms now pinned under his.

“Thanks.” You say to him before leaning back against him more, letting your head fall back on his shoulder.

Just as you’re getting comfy…

“Keith? Come in, Keith? Hello?”

You can faintly hear Shiro’s voice over the comms in Keith’s helmet. You tilt your head back more to look up at Keith’s face, he looks relieved but slightly disappointed…as if he didn’t want this moment to end so soon.

As he responds, he keeps his arms around you tightly, his hands gently rubbing your upper arms and you just cant look away from him now.

He held you against him for what felt like hours but it was really only like 10 minutes until Lance pokes his head in the cave, a loud “AAWWWW” coming from him.

Keith tilted his head back and let out a loud groan. Of all people to come save y’all…LANCE???

“They’re cold.” “Oh suuurrre.” “THEY ARE! Tell him, (Y/N).” “Yeah, I’m freezing.”

Lance flashes you both a snarky grin before Keith stands, pulling you up slowly.

“Then if it’s no big deal, I can carry (Y/N) back.” “No!” Keith responds quickly before he picks you up bridal style.

You’re surprised he can handle your weight in this position. Sure he was strong but piggy back would’ve been an easier option.

But you weren’t complaining…and neither was he ❤️‍🔥 (and Lance is lowkey like 🥹 as he follows behind you guys)

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