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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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i'll teach you love, don't worry.

simon x virgin f!reader 2.2k words oops

explicit smut mdni

cbf!simon teaches you everything.

he convinces you to let him be your first kiss. "don't ya wanna know how to kiss when finally get your first boyfriend?"

embarrassing, because you're in college yet still completely inexperienced.

when you bite your lip and give a subtle nod of agreement, a sly smirk graces his lips.

"don't worry love, i'll teach you."

the way he slowly slanted his lips over yours, his tongue gently sliding into your mouth, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip before pulling away— breaths mingling as he rested his forehead against yours after the searing kiss had your knees weak. if it wasn't for him holding your body up, you would've crumpled to the ground.

cbf!simon convinces you to let him teach you how to masturbate. (and kinda eats you out.)

"ya gotta learn your own body first before letting anyone else touch ya."

when you bring up the fact that he'd be touching you for this, simon just said, "yeah, but i'm not jus' anyone, am i love?"

kneeling on the edge of your bed, his warm breath fanned over your bare cunt as he spoke. "ya wanna use the pads of your fingers to touch the little nub tha' peeks out from under your hood." doing as he said, you flinch at the sensitivity of it. "you're just not used to it, is all, you're alrigh'. now, i want you to start drawin' small circles on your clit."

when he sees you wince, he quickly grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away. "oh. you jus' need a bit of lubrication, love. if you'd let me, i can help ya with tha'."

the word yes is scarcely past your lips when he's grabbing onto the supple underside of your widened thighs, gently urging you to lean back— arms instinctively supporting your weight behind you.

he leans forward until his mouth is inches from your cunt, and spits directly on it— the warmth of his saliva on your sensitive bundle of nerves makes your toes curl in response.

he tells you to touch yourself again. "use my spit to rub your clit again, it'll feel much better, i promise."

simon's face remained firmly nestled between your legs, so you would occasionally feel the bristly texture of his stubble grazing your fingers.

each little circle you drew on your slippery bud had the warmth in your lower belly get hotter, your limbs beginning to tighten along with the coil in your stomach. it's a euphoric pleasure that begins to build up, and up, and up. there's an obscene slick noise coming from underneath your fingertips, your thighs are shaking in simon's firm grip, spine curving and toes curling.

you're whimpering and panting, mouth slightly open, head thrown back whatever is happening inside of you. what you do know is that it feels like a rollercoaster and you're starting to reach the peak in the track.

you can feel your core throbbing, pulsing, clenching. your stomach is now painfully tight—

suddenly, your forearm begins to cramp— rapidly.

a pained yet aggravated noise slips from your mouth, and you slump back on the bed to flex your arm— stretching the ligament furiously because you have to stop your pleasure when there's a hot, slippery something in between your puffy folds, flicking at your aching clit and it does it again, and again, and again...

then you feel a suction on your pearl— you're pushed past a threshold you hadn't even known you'd hit.

all of your body's tension just floods out— you're plunged into a pool of blinding ecstasy.

you're letting out choked gasps as your spine tingles in bliss— it's a massive release of emotions, of stress, of responsibility, if only for a few seconds.

you lay in the aftershocks of your climax, limp yet you've never felt more rejuvenated in your life. there's a buzzing in your ears that fades as your soul comes back into your body, and you notice that there are still two rough hands on your quivering thighs— kneading them like a cat.

simon presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh, and you jerk away when his facial hair prickles your delicate skin.

"tha' must've been somethin' else, eh? years of repressed—" You swing a sluggish hand at his head to make him stop talking, and when it connects, he returns the favor with a harsh suckle to your thigh.

"don't make me bite you, pet," he gently warns.

you grunt, then go through what just happened in your head.

"simon. did you use your mouth on me?"

he bites your leg in response.

cbf!simon teaches you how to give oral sex (per your request)

he all but ripped his trousers off, eager to get started. simon tells you to kneel on the pillow and find yourself face-to-face with his manhood.

it's fucking huge, there's no other way to put it. he's long, an easy 8 inches— he's so thick you can't wrap your hand completely around it.

jesus.

"look at me, pet," he commands.

you look up at him through your lashes, and he's dropping his head forward— covering his eyes, mumbling out a 'fuckin' hell'.

he takes a second to gather his wits, and then lifts his head again, to lock eyes with you.

"there is no wrong way t'do this, y'hear? the most important thing is tha' you enjoy it too. otherwise, i won't be enjoying it either, alright? now, personally, i like a little twinge of pain. so don't be afraid to graze your teeth on my cock, yeah?"

you nod and begin exploring.

the tip of your tongue licks at his glistening slit, pulling a hiss from simon. he tastes slightly salty, and something uniquely him, delicious. you pump his length with your fist, bunching up the skin on the upstroke under his flared head, then pulling down until you hit the base.

simon remains patient, never rushing you to take him into your mouth, or thrusting his hips toward your face. when you flick your eyes up at him, his dark eyes are glassy, outlined by long, straight lashes— heavy-lidded with lust. his crooked nose is stained with a tinge of pink, the same color as his bitten lips.

he's holding himself perfectly still for you, so you grant him respite. you put the entire tip into your mouth. simon lets out a strangled moan and immediately moves his hand to tangle in your hair.

you remember some of the bad porno videos and imitate what they did. you tease the bottom of his cock with the tip of your tongue, tracing the connective tissue that's right under his head. then you take him in further until he reaches the back of your throat, and the sensation makes you gag, forcing you to pull back.

there's a string of saliva connecting you two when he slips out of your mouth, and you close your eyes to breathe in through your nose. simon runs his fingers through your hair wordlessly, only speaking once you're ready to try this again.

"there's no need to take me in tha' deep, i could come from jus' your pretty lips 'round the tip alone."

you take in one more deep, calming breath before putting him in your mouth again and start bobbing your head. the groans that spill from simon's mouth invigorate you to keep going even as your jaw begins to ache, and your blowjob turns sloppy. there's saliva all over his trimmed pubic hair— your chin is slick with it too. you're drooling all over the hand that's wrapped around his base, and just when you are about to stop, simon begins to babble.

"fuck, fuckfuckfuck i'm so close please don't stop please please, fuck your mouth feels like heaven, god i've been wantin’ to do this with ya f'so long and it's finally happenin', fuck don't," he moans, "don't fucking stop, fuck, fuck—"

his cock swells in your mouth to what feels like an impossible size, one you can't handle so your jaw slackens. the edges of your teeth scrape along his rigid length. his upper body curls forward and lets out a long, guttural moan as he comes— cock twitching violently as he spurts thick, warm, ropes of cum on your tongue. it's so much that it begins to spill from the corners of your mouth, dripping down to your chin.

simon's panting harshly, his breath hitting your face when he swallows thickly, then tips your head up with an unsteady hand.

his voice is hoarse when he asks, "d'you swallow it?"

you keep your eyes locked on his as you do, then stick your tongue out of your mouth to show him. simon's gaze fixates on the display before pulling you in as he firmly grasps the back of your head and draws a tantalizing line across your tongue with his own.

later, you tell him to drink more water.

cbf!simon teaches you what it's like to be his (you've been his, why do you think the idiot that you met at the mall ghosted you?)

you're swollen and slick after the 4 orgasms simon gave you with his mouth and are more than ready to take him. it doesn't mean you aren't nervous about it.

"don't worry, love. i'll teach you what real pleasure is," and starts to slowly sink into your virginal channel. it's an uncomfortable feeling, and you can feel yourself trying to push the invader out.

"need ya to relax f'me, pet. the more ya resist, the more pain you'll feel. jus' give in, i've got ya," he coos. you nod into his neck and breathe in, letting your muscles go slack, and like a stone dropping into water, simon sinks to the hilt.

the sensation is too much, you feel too full, so you try to squirm away from under him, but he tilts your head back by the hair to give you a passionate kiss.

you experimentally move your hips and the delicious sensation that licks up your spine has you moaning in his mouth. simon pulls away, throws one leg over his arm, and starts to move.

his thrusts are complete, pulling out until only the tip is buried in your tender walls, and pushes until his balls are flush against your sweaty skin— the tip of his head softly pressed against the entrance of your womb.

simon suddenly changes positions, hooking your other leg over his arm, and begins to shallowly thrust halfway— hitting the sweet spot you didn't know you had until a couple of weeks ago.

he pushes into it with such precision that your vision is white behind your eyelids, and there isn't one coherent thought in your empty head.

"i've been dreamin' to put tha’ cock-drunk look on your face f'years," simon hums, "it's somethin' tha' i'll never forget. now give me what's mine, yeah?" and his hips begin to move with ardour. every drag of his thick cock is pushing you to one last mind-numbing orgasm, and simon knows it because he picks up the pace— he's relentless in his pursuit of your climax, almost as if it was his own. when your channel begins to flutter around him, he hisses through his teeth and looks down at where he disappears inside of you.

there are strings of sticky arousal that connect from your puffy lips to his pubic hair, the sounds your cunt makes are obscene, creamy, wet—

words fall from his lips unbidden.

"come around my cock, squeeze me with your tight cunt, fuck, ya feel so fuckin' good, c'mon baby, give it to me, c'mon baby, c'monbabyc'monbaby—"

you choke back a sob as you're slammed by an all-encompassing avalanche of bliss, nails digging into simon's shoulders as you milk his cock for all he's worth.

all of your senses are focused on the feel of simon pistoning into your abused hole, looking for his release. he fucks you straight through your peak, an incredible show of stamina until you're teetering on the brink of oversensitivity.

as you come down from your high, simon moves your legs that were dangling by his side, hooking them over his shoulders, changing the angle— hitting so much deeper than before.

it feels like his cock is rearranging your guts, and if you looked at your stomach, you'd see a lewd bulge in it. you're not sure how much more of him you can take, your nerves feel raw, exposed— but you hold on because the noises simon is making are something you've never heard before. those high-pitched moans are driving you insane. you honestly feel like you could come from them alone, but then his thrusts turn sloppy. after three brutal, spine-jarring thrusts, he finally stiffens.

his cock is twitching inside of you as he spills his essence, not bothering to pull out, mumbling softly about getting you a morning-after pill tomorrow.

simon gently removes himself from within you, dropping his heavy weight to your side with an oof, and drawing your overheated body towards him. the air in the room is thick and heavy— it smells of sweat and sex. the only sound that breaks the silence is the sound of your labored breathing until you whisper that you have to go to the bathroom.

he quickly gets up and carries you to it, then closes the door behind him.

simon spots the blood stain on his bed and is over the fucking moon.

he's your first and will make sure to be your last.

for my 🪐

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nayziiz · 14 days

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Our Home | CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (she/her)

Warnings: Very soft & fluffy

Author's note: I'm trying something a little bit different with shorter form fics, so please send through any requests or feedback. These one shots will likely not have a second part unless it really speaks to me to continue with it. Thank you!

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Carlos was a meticulous planner, a quality that permeated every aspect of his life, including the most significant moments. The proposal to his better half was no exception. Knowing her aversion to public displays of affection, he crafted a scenario that was intimate, heartfelt, and entirely personal.

Their routine bike rides had become a cherished tradition, a time for them to escape the hustle and bustle of everyday life and simply be together. Carlos recognized the significance of this shared activity and decided it would serve as the perfect backdrop for his proposal.

As they pedalled along their familiar route, Carlos couldn't help but steal glances at the ring tucked securely in his pocket, a symbol of his unwavering commitment to the person he loved most in the world. He waited for just the right moment, biding his time until the setting felt just as perfect as the sentiment behind his proposal.

When they stopped to address the issue of tire pressure, Carlos seized the opportunity to transform an ordinary moment into something extraordinary. With a steady hand and a heart full of love, he knelt down before her, the words he had rehearsed a hundred times over finally spilling forth in a rush of emotion.

In that quiet, secluded spot, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of their shared love, Carlos asked the question he had been longing to pose. And as her eyes filled with tears of joy and her lips curled into a radiant smile, he knew that his meticulous planning had paid off in the most perfect way imaginable.

For Carlos, the proposal wasn't just about popping the question; it was a reflection of his deep understanding of her desires and his unwavering commitment to making every moment they shared as special as possible.

Navigating the intricate world of wedding planning can be a daunting task, but she and Carlos had found a harmonious approach that played to each of their strengths. With her sister and his mom by her side, the process felt more like a collaborative celebration than a burdensome chore.

She took the reins, drawing upon her organisational prowess and meticulous attention to detail to create a vision that reflected both of their personalities and desires. From selecting the perfect venue to curating a menu that would tantalise the taste buds of the guests, she threw herself into the planning process with passion and determination.

Meanwhile, Carlos stood steadfastly beside her, offering unwavering support and a listening ear whenever she needed it. While he may not have been as involved in the nitty-gritty details, his presence was a constant source of reassurance and comfort, reminding her that she was never alone in this endeavour.

Together, they navigated the inevitable ups and downs of wedding planning, leaning on each other and her trusted confidantes for guidance and support. And as the big day drew nearer, they found themselves more in love than ever, united not only by their commitment to each other but also by the shared experience of bringing their dream wedding to life.

Carlos's gesture was nothing short of extraordinary—a testament to his thoughtfulness and unwavering commitment to her happiness. With the wedding on the horizon, he embarked on a mission, fueled by love and determination, to find her the perfect home in Barcelona, a place where her dreams could take root and flourish.

Together with his father, Carlos scoured the city, poring over listings and exploring properties with a discerning eye. He wasn't just looking for any house; he was searching for a sanctuary, a place that would not only meet her practical needs but also speak to her heart and soul.

With each potential home they visited, Carlos envisioned the life they would build together within its walls—the laughter shared in the kitchen, the quiet moments stolen away in the garden, the memories that would be woven into the very fabric of the space.

And then, finally, he found it—the perfect house, a hidden gem nestled in the heart of Barcelona, brimming with charm and character. From the moment he laid eyes on it, he knew that this was the place where their future would unfold, where their love story would continue to unfold with each passing day.

Carlos's plan was set into motion with precision and care, his excitement barely contained as he orchestrated a trip to Barcelona under the guise of a family visit. Little did she know, this journey held a secret purpose—one that would soon unfold in a whirlwind of surprises and heartfelt moments.

As they boarded the plane, Carlos's anticipation bubbled beneath the surface, his heart pounding with the thrill of what was to come. With each passing moment, the excitement in his eyes grew, a telltale sign of the surprise he had in store for her.

Upon arriving in Barcelona, Carlos seamlessly blended the visit with his family into the fabric of your trip, effortlessly steering the conversation away from any suspicion. He was a picture of composure, his every move calculated to keep the surprise under wraps until the perfect moment.

As Carlos guided the car through the winding streets of Barcelona, she couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that hung in the air. The sun cast a warm glow over the city, illuminating the vibrant colours of the buildings and infusing the atmosphere with a sense of possibility.

As they pulled up behind a gated compound, curiosity bubbled within her, mingling with a hint of apprehension. Carlos helped her out of the car, his hand warm against hers as he led her towards the imposing entrance. With each step, her anticipation grew, the mystery of the moment hanging heavy in the air.

“What's this?” she asked, her voice tinged with surprise as she took in the sight before her. Carlos's gaze softened, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he turned to face her.

“I thought we could start house-hunting, see what the market is like,” he explained, his words carrying a note of excitement and anticipation.

She blinked in disbelief, her mind struggling to process the unexpected turn of events. House-hunting in Barcelona? It was a dream she had shared countless times, but she never imagined it would become a reality so soon.

With a sense of wonder and excitement coursing through her veins, she followed Carlos and the real estate agent inside, her heart racing with the thrill of what lay ahead. As she crossed the threshold into the unknown, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the man by her side, whose love and thoughtfulness knew no bounds.

After twenty minutes of exploring every nook and cranny of the house, Carlos found her standing in the spacious kitchen, her eyes alight with wonder as she admired the gleaming countertops and state-of-the-art appliances. With a tender smile, he approached her, his arms open wide as he wrapped them around her from behind.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, his voice filled with anticipation as he waited for her verdict.

“It's huge,” she replied, her voice tinged with awe as she took in the expanse of the room. Carlos chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the air as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You like big homes, no?” he teased, his words laced with affection.

“Yeah, I do, especially if we want to start a family in a few years,” she replied, her voice soft with the weight of her dreams.

Carlos's eyes sparkled with affection as he took in her words, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. And then, with a sense of determination in his gaze, he dropped a bombshell that left her speechless.

“I bought it,” he declared simply, his voice tinged with excitement.

“What?” she gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to comprehend the enormity of his words.

“I bought this house for us,” Carlos repeated, his voice filled with certainty and unwavering determination.

“You're joking, right?” she questioned, her tone tinged with disbelief as she searched his eyes for any sign of jest. Carlos's smile faltered slightly at the disbelief in her voice, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his expression.

Carlos's hand found hers, his touch warm and reassuring as he met her gaze with a mixture of affection and concern.

“You don't like it?” he asked, his voice soft with genuine concern. She shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she reached up to cup his cheek.

“I love it, but Carlos, you should have told me, baby,” she murmured, her heart swelling with love and gratitude for the man standing before her.

Carlos's admission tugged at your heartstrings, his words washing over you with a wave of emotion. You reached up to gently stroke his cheek, your eyes shimmering with tears of gratitude and love.

“I wanted to surprise you. I didn’t want the house-hunting to stress you out, but I also wanted to buy you a house as a thank you for everything you do for me, for the late nights, the early mornings, the travelling, giving up your job to be by my side,” Carlos confessed, his voice filled with sincerity and love.

Her breath caught in her throat as she listened to his words, feeling the weight of his appreciation and devotion settle over her like a warm embrace. In that moment, she was overwhelmed with a profound sense of gratitude for the man standing before her, whose love knew no bounds.

“This is our home, honey,” Carlos said softly, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity as he gazed at her with affection. “It may be empty now, but it’s already filled with love. I know it doesn't matter where we live or what it looks like, but I really want to build a home with you. I want it to be the place I always want to be, because you're there.”

Tears welled up in her eyes at his heartfelt words.

“Carlos,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. “You don't have to thank me. Being by your side, supporting you in every way I can—it's all I ever want to do. And this... this house, it's more than I could have ever dreamed of.”

“And that's why I want to marry you,” Carlos added with a coy smile, his eyes sparkling with affection as he looked into hers.

In that moment, surrounded by the promise of a future filled with love and possibility, she knew that this house was more than just a building—it was a sanctuary, a haven where their love could take root and flourish, where every corner would be filled with the echoes of their laughter and the warmth of his embrace.

And as she stood hand in hand with Carlos, gazing out at the blank canvas before her, she felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for the journey that lay ahead. For in each other's arms, she knew that you had found the true meaning of home—a place where love dwelled, where hearts entwined, and where every moment was a testament to the beautiful bond they shared.

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miley1442111 · 1 month

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Hello!

I know its probably too soon but im obsessed with "i dont even know you anymore" but one of these days could you make a continuation with the reader and aaron getting close and the team sees it and they are all cute and he treats her like a gentleman (with a bit of age gap because...its just right).

Thank you, and i totally get it if you dont want to do it and want it to be just a "stand alone".

Xoxo😘

omg I love this idea!!!! i hope i did it justice :)

i don't even know you anymore- s.reid /a.hotchner

a/n: intended for fem or male reader, so imagine what you like:)))))))))

summary: you can get past your break up with Spencer, especially with Aaron by your side, right?

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader, brokenupspencer reid x reader

warnings: general angst, cheating and breaking up, general fighting, kissing, emotional stuff

PART 1

4 moths post-breakup

It had been a gruelling 4 months. You had moved out of Spencer and your shared apartment, much to his disappointment. You had broken up with him the morning after, knowing you wouldn’t have felt secure in the relationship had it gone on. Emily, your best friend on the team, had been letting you live with her and she had told Aaron. It was clear as day to everyone that Aaron had a soft spot for you. As the youngest on the team (you were the same age as Spencer, just a few months younger), he felt it was his duty. He’d always step in if a superior was belittling you, always step up if an officer was flirting with or objectifying you when Spencer was too busy to notice, and he had reached out after the breakup, telling you that he could reassign you if you wanted, but urged you to stay on the team since you were such an asset.

Your text conversations started with that, and slowly evolved into daily conversations about anything. Cute photos of Jack, funny jokes that soon turned into inside jokes, ideas on cases, and plans to get coffee. Your daily texts from Aaron, the support from Emily and the team, and the knowledge that you’d done the right thing for yourself, made the shitty time easier. What wasn’t easy was Spencer's daily ‘apology coffee’. He’d get you a coffee from your favourite coffee shop and write a sticky note, begging to even just talk. It was becoming soul-shattering how sad he constantly looked. A part of you wanted to run back to him and just be there for him, but you knew it’d only cause you pain. Jj refused to talk to you unless it was about a case, or to chew you out over Spencer’s devastated state and her now failing marriage at least once a week. You’d reached out to Will, assuming he’d known. He hadn’t, and now he was taking the kids. You felt bad, truly, and you wished you hadn’t said anything, but there’s only so much someone can do. You’d told Jj the second it happened and apologised profusely. Did she curse you out over the phone? Yes. Did she say Spencer never truly loved you? Yes.

But did any of that fix her marriage? No.

Cases and days passed uneventfully, full of blood, guts, and longing glances from Spencer. You had started going apartment hunting recently and you felt better. You felt like yourself again.

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6 months post-breakup

This case was particularly difficult, the unSub was targeting women of your exact description, and you had been chosen to go undercover- your least favourite pastime.

“You don’t have to do this, you know that right?” Derek asked as he watched you turn your mic on.

“Who else is? He needs to be stopped.”

“You don’t have to be the one to stop him, his behaviour isn’t escalating-” Spencer had budded in but you held up a hand to silence him. His rambling used to make you feel special because you were the only one who truly listened to him. You never cut him off or said something back-handed. You never made it a joke. Now his rambling felt bitter and silly to your ears, a reminder of just how stupid you’d been.

“I’ll be fine,” You sighed. “I’ve done this before, right?”

Derek nodded and pulled you into a quick hug. Spencer tried to pull you in for a hug but you dodged him, wanting to get all of this over with. You hated being undercover. It made you feel powerless and objectified.

“Agent?” Aaron coughed out and you stared in his direction. “Can I have a word?”

“Sure,” you shrugged and followed him into an empty interrogation room. “Planning on interrogating me?”

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, letting his guard down as he had so many times in the past few months. He had opened up about so much. He had opened up about Haley’s death, about how bad of a parent he feels, anything. He even let you come over and have a movie night with him and Jack once a week. Jack falls asleep halfway through and Aaron puts him to bed and you pick a movie that isn’t about paw patrol or trolls. Though you enjoy watching those all the same. Jack cuddles up to you and smiles at you until he falls asleep. It’s adorable.

“I’m sure. I’ll be fine, don’t worry Aaron,” you smiled, taking his hand. “I’m trained for this, right?”

“I’ll be right there,” he promised. “Say the word and we’ll come in.”

“I know,” you chuckled. “Thank you.”

“Promise me you’ll be careful?”

“I promise,” You smiled and kissed his cheek, leaving the room swiftly after.

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Being undercover was just about as terrible as you thought it would be. The unSub was an asshole, of course he was- he was murdering women. But he was a particular kind of asshole, the kind that takes women down for their insecurities so that he could lure them to him. He was verbally degrading you and if you were being yourself, you would’ve talked back. But, you were undercover and playing a college student.

And that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was when Spencer came in, acting as your ‘boyfriend’ to get him away, ruining the only chance you had at capturing the guy. You slumped against your seat in the SUV as Spencer attempted to justify his actions to the rest of the team outside the car.

“I thought he was going to-” He was speaking a mile a minute, but stopped when Aaron put his hand up.

“Do you have any idea what you just jeopardised?” He boomed, calm but clearly angry. “That was the closest we have ever been to him, and now he knows your face Spencer. He also knows Y/n’s face. He knows you're with the FBI and he knows we’re looking for him! Do you have any idea how stupid that was?”

“Hotch I’m sorry I-I was worried-” he tried to apologise but Aaron cut him off again.

“Spencer, we were all worried about Y/n. Every single one of us. But you have to remember that she’s a trained agent, and that she’s not your girlfriend anymore,” Aaron stormed off to the other car with Dave trailing behind as the rest of the team stood there, shocked.

“This is all your fault Y/N!” Jj provoked. “None of this would’ve happened if you didn’t make it such a big deal!”

You rolled your eyes and put on your headphones, the want to leave the team grew stronger everyday. You hated Spencer. You hated Jj. You didn’t know how much more you could take.

“Listen to me!” Jj urged and you just turned your music up as Emily and Derek began defending you.

Jj shoved you, and it was the last straw. You got up and out of the car. You knocked in Aaron’s window in the next car and he rolled it down. “Can I come with you two?”

They both nodded and Aaron opened his door, allowing you to climb in.

“What’s going on?” Dave asked after a moment of silence.

“The end of my time with the BAU. I’m leaving,” you sighed, not looking at Aaron. You’d technically gone over his head and went straight to Strauss, but you didn’t care. You weren't going to change your mind on this, and you didn’t want him to try.

“That’s very sad news,” Dave sighed. “You’re a great asset to this team.”

“I’m just dividing it. There’s no need for me to cause this much trouble. Spencer would’ve never gone in if he didn’t think he was ‘saving’ our relationship, Jj would be more focused on work and there would be less tension. I’m so sick of everyone picking a side. It’s not fair.”

“But you shouldn’t have to leave, this doesn’t need to happen-” Aaron started but Dave cut him off.

“You're doing a very kind thing for people that probably don’t deserve it,” Dave sighed. “Where are you planning on going after?”

“I don’t know yet,” You shrugged and saw Aaron practically deflate.

“You have no plan?” He asked, clearly concerned.

“No? I have a law degree, I might go into that, or I’ll just join another department at Quantico. I don’t have everything mapped out right now Aaron.”

Aaron remained with a hardened look on his face the rest of the ride to the airport. The tension in the air was palpable and, to be honest, you were sick of it. You just wanted this to be over with. It was draining, and taking a toll on you mentally. Any breakup would, but this breakup included the team. The most important people to you were forced to pick a side and chose who was in the wrong or right. Jj and some others from the office had picked Spencer’s side, saying it was unfair that you didn’t hear him out. Whereas Penelope, Emily, Aaron, Dave, Derek, and the rest of the office took your side, saying it was wrong to kiss someone else, especially a mutual friend and coworker, and someone he’d admitted to having a serious crush on. You were done. You were leaving.

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8 months post-breakup

Honestly, not being on the BAU had some getting used to. Your team had been your family for so long that being without them felt strange. You had been reassigned to the Criminal Justice Information Services Division, or CJIS for short. You’d moved a whole 4 and half hours away from Quantico, much to the team's chagrin. You loved it there, it was a nice change. Though, you missed your weekly movie nights at Aaron’s (those now had to be turned monthly), you missed your daily catch-ups with Emily which had to be moved over facetime, since you didn’t live down the block from each other anymore, and you missed being a profiler. You missed Pen, David and Derek, you even kind of missed Jj.

A knock sounded at your door and you instantly got up and smiled, opening it without even looking. “Jack!” You wrapped the little boy up in a large hug and felt him giggle into your shoulder. You heard Aaron’s laughter and looked up at him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it as a small greeting. Jack wrangled himself out of your arms and began to run inside your house, desperate to eat the freshly popped popcorn you always made for him.

“Hi honey,” Aaron smiled, pulling you in for a hug. His nicknames always made you feel special, your favourite being ‘honey’. You thought it sounded more romantic and endearing than other nicknames. Not that you thought of Aaron in a romantic way. Never. You wouldn’t. Not even when he picked Jack up with ease, a t-shirt on to show the swell of his biceps. Not when he crept his arm around you during movies. Definitely not when we helped you cook in the kitchen, for example, when you made bread. He looked so-

You pushed those feelings out of your head.

“Hey Aaron,” you smiled as he pulled away. “How are you?”

“I’m fine thank you, how are you?” He asked, a small smile on his face.

“I’m good, I love my new department,” You beamed, though this topic was clearly a sore one for Aaron. His body language changed, he was more rigid, more tense.

“That's good,” he deadpanned. “The BAU misses you.”

“I miss them too,” you chuckled, reminiscing on better times. “Send them my love, will you?”

“Of course, honey,” he smiled again as he saw you get flustered.

The night went off as usual, Jack falling asleep immediately, putting him to bed in your guest bedroom, watching a movie, cleaning up, making out with Aaron on your couch- wait, what?

There you were, making out with Aaron on your couch. The tension had finally broken and now, his hands were on your waist as you straddled his legs, kissing him feverishly.

“I want you,” Aaron rasped. “I want you as my girlfriend.”

You pulled away, catching your breath. “Seriously?”

He nodded and kissed you again, even more forceful than last time.

“I’m yours,” you said in between kisses.

“You’re mine.”

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12 months post-breakup

Dating Aaron had been bliss. He was the perfect gentleman in every way, and he was perfect for you. You loved him. He loved you. He had also convinced you to come up to Quantico to see the team. Something that was becoming increasingly real as you stepped foot inside the bullpen and saw everyone’s faces. Spencer looked elated to see you, it was a full year since you’d broken up and maybe he was healed? Derek looked excited to see you, as did Penelope, David, Emily, and, of course, Aaron. He walked over and pulled you into a hug and smiled, happy that you were doing this. Penelope ran over next, then Emily, David, Derek and, finally, Spencer. Jj was nowhere to be seen- probably a good thing.

“It’s so good to see you, I didn’t realise you were coming back-” He rambled but you cut him off.

“I’m not coming back, I just came to say hi to everyone,” you smiled. “Aaron convinced me.”

Aaron tried to hide his smirk with his hand but it didn’t work well, and looking at Spencer, you’d think he was being faced with the most horrific challenge of his life.

“You’re who Aaron’s dating,” Spencer stated and there was a collective gasp from the office. You looked to Aaron in panic and he nodded.

“Yes, we are dating,” Aaron said, the focus turning to him. “It’s only new so I’d really like for everyone to calm do-”

“How could you do that to me?” Spencer turned to you, sounding broken-hearted. “You go after Hotch to make me, what? Jealous? To make me want you again? I’ve always wanted you, I’ll always want you! You don’t want him, you want me.”

“Spencer, I’m dating Aaron because I love him. Me and you are history, it happened a year ago!”

“It was a 3 year long relationship, you don’t just get over it in a few months,” Spencer seethed.

“Yeah, it took me a long time, but I am over it.”

“That’s not fair,” Spencer stormed off, clearly upset but no one went after him. The rest of your visit was filled with catching up with people, laughter, and a nice dinner. You and Aaron went back to his house, since you didn’t feel like driving the 4 and half hours home. As you went inside, you saw Jessica, she smiled at you as you caught up, then left when you were done talking. She had been watching Jack and put him to sleep, meaning you and Aaron had the house practically to yourselves. You noticed Aaron had been acting off since the confrontation with Spencer, you assumed it was anger but no, it was something else. You grabbed his hand and sat him on the couch, sitting beside him.

“Talk to me,” you pleaded, a hand running through his hair.

“About what?” he chuckled, though it lacked humour and life.

“About what’s wrong.”

He stared at you for a moment, then sighed. “I understood Spencer’s point. You shouldn’t want me. I’m not exactly in the prime of my life, I have a child, I’m not exactly up to going clubbing or things like that. You should be with someone your own age. Someone like Spencer-”

“Spencer cheated on me. Aaron, I love you. I love you so much. You’re the most handsome, caring, and loving person I’ve ever met, you’re a brilliant dad, you and I both know I wouldn’t go clubbing either way, and you’re very proficient in other forms of exertion so I wouldn't worry about that. I love you Aaron. You.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, a kiss that soon turned heated. You knew he understood you. You knew he heard you. And you knew you’d be ok.

You loved him, he loved you.

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spacequokka · 5 months

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Day 24 | Mistletoe

Pairing: Jisung x Reader Genre: f2l, fluff Rating: T Summary: Felix lays a trap for you two with a mistletoe. Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Language, alcohol mentioned

Sometimes you have to be an emotional support human for your resident quokka. The same one sitting in your passenger seat biting his nails as he no doubt counted the cars surrounding Felix’s apartment building.

“Want some water?” You tapped his shoulder with a water bottle. “Bet it tastes better than your fingers.”

For the first time since you pulled up, he looked at you. “Doesn’t it seem like a whole lot more than ‘just a few?’” He turned back to the window. “What if it’s, like, standing room only? I haven’t been to a packed house party since uni and—”

You turned his face towards you and pinched his pretty lips shut. “It’s entirely possible Lixie’s neighbors threw a party too. And it’s a big building.” You let him go and turned the car off. “But if for some reason it’s packed in there, we can either hang out in his bedroom or I can take you home and we can watch a movie or something.” You patted his hand. “No worries, okay? He’ll understand.”

He grimaced. “But then you’ll miss the party!” He glanced at your outfit, a rendition of Santa’s little helper. “You were so proud of it.”

“Yeah, but it's just a Christmas costume.” You shrugged. “I mean, I got to wear it and it’ll be seen regardless. It’s not like I’m in a fashion show.” You shook you head. “Besides that, I won’t ditch you. You’re stuck with me tonight. Unless you finally get laid. Then you’re on your own, bud.”

That did the trick. Jisung’s head fell back against the headrest as he cackled, swiping at you playfully. “You’d abandon me when I needed you most?”

You made a face. “I do not need to guide you through dicking someone down. I know you have a general idea of what to do.” You opened your car door. “I saw that Amazon order of hentai.”

He choked on his spit and scrambled to get out. “You said you didn’t see what was inside!” He pointed. “You lied?”

“I see you’re not denying what it was.” It took everything in you not to cackle as his ears and cheeks flushed red. Together you made your way up two flights of stairs to Felix's door. As you entered the apartment, the sound of laughter and music filled the air, confirming Jisung's fears that it was indeed a packed house. Whoops. His hand wrapped around yours with a tight grip as he looked around for a familiar face. Just as you were about to say something, a loud voice called out your name.

"You made it!" Felix scurried over and pulled you both into a hug. "I was beginning to think you'd cancel on me."

"Oh, please." You pinched his side. "I said I was coming and I keep my word. However," you gave a pointed look around the room, "we didn't expect it to be this crowded."

At least he had the grace to duck his head. "My bad. I sent the invite to Changbin and he invited everyone he could think of. But!" He brightened up again. "Me and Jin made sure to reserve a room for you to chill in. There's a cooler with drinks, wings and pizza, and the PS5 is all set up with charged controllers."

Jisung pulled Felix into another hug, peppering his cheek with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Felix groaned, feigning disgust as he pulled away until something above your heads caught his attention. "Oh, well I guess it's okay since we're standing under the mistletoe." His expression turned devious as he looked at you. "You should get a kiss, too."

Jisung froze, stock still and unblinking. "Huh?"

You looked up. Yup, that was a mistletoe, alright. You had no doubt Felix was the one to put it there as Hyunjin wouldn't want people crowding the doorway. You looked at Felix, unamused. "You are so fucking corny."

"That is your personal opinion and quite frankly it's shit." He turned back to Jisung. "Come on, kiss her." He nudged Jisung closer. It wasn't until then that you caught the fear in his wide, brown eyes. He hadn't said a word and he had a death grip on your hand. But you couldn't figure out why. He'd just kissed Felix with no problem. Was it because of you? You knew your friendship wasn't on the same level as his with Felix or Hyunjin, but you thought it was at least somewhere near a playful kiss under a mistletoe.

Jisung shifted and avoided your gaze. You weren't going to make him kiss you if he didn't want to. You turned to tell Felix as much but the brat began chanting "kiss" triggering the party-goers to follow suit. “Lixie, you ass.”

It was too late. The chant grew louder and you noticed Jisung’s palm started to sweat. You knew the easiest way out would be leaving the party, but you didn’t want to do that. Part of you was a little jealous that Jisung would hesitate to kiss you. He’d kissed girls before, even fucked them. Before really thinking it through, you grabbed him by the chin and planted a three second kiss on his plush lips. The crowd erupted into cheers and went back to their conversations. Felix, the little bridge troll that he is, skillfully dodged your kick to his ass as he led you two to his room.

“You can be an asshole sometimes.” You mumbled once you were away from other ears.

Felix shrugged, eyes darting over to Jisung before a grin spread across his lips. “Just sometimes, huh?” He winked at Jisung prompting you to turn to him too. Jisung’s cheeks were flushed again and he pressed his fingertips to his lips. You’d watched enough anime with him to know that look and it confused you. Just a few minutes ago you were thinking he’d hate you for kissing him and now he—“Well, I’m gonna go check on the others. Don’t want anyone shitting in the dishwasher.”

And he was gone.

“Who the hell does that?” You asked yourself as you shrugged off your jacket and tossed it into a chair in the corner. You brushed off your skirt before kneeling on the floor and going through the cooler. “What do you want to drink, Sungie? He put both alcoholic and non-alcoholic in here.”

Silence. You bit your lip. If he wasn’t going to say anything about it, neither would you. It happened. Let it go.

“Fine. Here, take a Lime-a-Rita.” You held up the large can.

“Ew. You know I hate those.” He inched closer to look for himself. “Just gimme a Sprite.”

You mocked him under your breath and passed him a can. “So what are we playing first?” And just like that, things went back to normal. You went from game to game, plowing through the food and drinks. Nearly three hours later, he called for a break so you could use the bathroom and when you got back, you heard Felix’s voice through the door.

“Just ask her. She’s not gonna say no.”

“I don’t think she wanted to do it the first time. You put us on the spot.”

“Yeah because you were supposed to make your move.” Felix sighed. “How can things change if you don’t let her know how you feel? As much as you like to pretend, she actually can’t read your mind.”

There was a sigh and the door opened. Felix jumped back. “Oh! Can you not?” He put a hand over his chest. “Between the two of you, I’m gonna fucking die.”

You pushed him out the way. “It isn’t like you don’t deserve it.”

Felix snorted. “Oh, like I haven’t heard that before.” He disappeared down the hall.

You sat next to Jisung on the bed and took a chip from his bag. He licked his lips and swallowed. “So, how much did—”

“What is it you’re supposed to ask me?” You looked at him. “Is it about the kiss?”

His eyes widened for a second and he nodded, eyebrows scrunched together. “Did…did you want to kiss me or did you just do it to get it over with?”

You tilted your head and took another chip. “Both. I could tell you were uncomfortable. I’m sorry for kissing you without asking permission first, though. Thought it was weird you were okay with kissing Lixie but not me.”

He startled like you’d physically shocked him. “No it was different! I always kiss people on the cheek.” He touched his cheeks. “But usually mistletoe kisses are on the lips. And I’ve never—we’ve never, not like that.”

You sipped your soda. “So that’s why you froze up? Because it was something new?” You nodded. That made sense. If he wasn’t sure how you’d react and he’d never done it before, of course he’d overanalyze the situation. “I thought you just didn’t want to kiss me. I considered just leaving the party for a minute.”

He shook his head. “I’d never mind kissing you.” He lowered his voice and touched his lips again. “It was…nice.” His eyes darted over to you. “I—I keep thinking about it. It was kinda short.”

You nearly choked mid-sip. “What do you mean ‘short?’ I thought three seconds were long enough for a peck.”

“Everything happened so fast. Once second you were arguing with Lix then your lips were on mine then you were gone. I just, I really didn’t get to experience it since I was in my head.” He put the bag of chips to the side. “I want to remember the first time I kissed you like that, y’know?”

His words made your chest tingle as butterflies took flight. “I mean, I kissed you but I get what you’re saying.”

His gaze didn’t leave your face as you both sat there in silence. His hand found yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah, so…what I wanted to ask was if you’d let me try again? Lemme give you something to remember.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Unless you weren’t into it before, then we totally don’t have to—”

“Ugh, Ji. Come on!”

He startled but thankfully leaned close and brought his lips to yours. His hands rested on your shoulders, holding you in place as if he believed you’d pull away too soon. The kiss was slow and gentle, allowing you to savor every moment of it. Your heart raced as Jisung's lips met yours again and again, a soft and tender connection that sent sparks of warmth through your body. When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathless and wearing matching smiles.

“Better?”

His eyes lit up as he rubbed the tip of his nose against yours. “Impossible to forget. Merry Christmas.”

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koisuko · 5 months

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Thigh Riding ft Ghost and Konig

TW: nsfw, afab reader, fem body parts, mdni, my first nsfw be nice plz

Ghost

He busied himself with the paperwork strewn across his desk, his eyes showing no emotion beneath the skull mask adorning his balaclava. A pen in one hand, lazily sweeping across the paper, his other hand gripping tightly against your hip as you grind slowly on his thigh. He bobbed his leg occasionally as you whimpered and whined, desperately seeking friction for the growing ache in your core, your hands gripping onto his shirt as you bit your lip. He kept quiet, not even looking at you as he held onto your hip tight enough to leave a mark, occasionally massaging the flesh between his gloved fingers as he guided you back and forth. A choked moan left your lips as you felt your wet cunt twitch and flutter with need, pulsing aggressively in rhythm with every squeeze he gave your hip. Your breaths came out shaky and ragged, your face burning hot, your pupils blown out as you looked at him, your pace on his thigh becoming quick and sloppy. Ghost glanced at you with his deep black eyes, growling softly, he knew you were close, and he wasn't having it.

He gripped your hip tighter, eliciting a pained yelp from your lips, "not yet," he groaned, his voice deep and husky. "Up," you obliged, lifting yourself off as he pulled down your shorts and underwear in one swift motion. He positioned his fingers on his thigh, looking at you with hungry eyes, "sit," he demanded, you greedily sat on his hand, feeling two digits slip into your slick folds. You felt a jolt in your body as he curled his fingers, his palm pressing against your clit as you grind and ride him. Practically drooling, your moans gaining in succession as he pumped his fingers, hitting your G-spot over and over, his eyes now fully on you. You could see the satisfaction in his eyes, the enjoyment he feels from making you feel this way, the eye contact only fueling the rapidly growing knot in your core. You felt your entrance clench around his fingers, feeling a climax nearing its peak as you whimpered, gripping onto his bicep for support while your thighs shook in anticipation, "that's it love, cum for me," he whispered, a soft hum vibrating his chest. That set you over the edge, crying out his name as your juices coat his hand and jeans in a clear glove of pleasure. He hummed again, "good girl," his thick accent ringing in your ears as he slowly pumped in and out, aiding you as you ride out your orgasm, the extra attention sending jolts through your body.

Konig

Something about watching him clean his weapons, his bicep flexing beneath the fabric of that damn T-shirt, form fitting along his muscular frame. "Something wrong, maus?" he asked, breaking you out of your staring contest with his arms, " y-ya, I'm fine," you felt yourself blush from the dirty thoughts swirling through your mind. A chuckle rumbles through his chest as he leans back, setting his gun to the side and patting his thigh. "Come," his voice was soft and tender, heard only by your ears, a smile evident in his voice despite the hood covering his features. You obeyed, walking over bashfully and sitting on his thigh, he placed a hand on your waist to keep you steady as he looked into your eyes. You felt the blush burn the tip of your ears, feeling Konig's gaze studying your face as if to read your mind.

Suddenly, you felt him shake his leg slightly, feeling a knock of his thigh against your clit, your breath hitching in your throat from the contact. A chuckle emanated from his chest once again upon your reaction, he rubbed gently circles on your waist, moving down to your hip where he squeezed softly. Before you could react, he began moving your hip for you, grinding your sensitive bud against his thigh with a grin. You moaned softly, only to be stopped quickly by Konig, placing a gloved hand over your mouth, "shhh, mein liebling, we don't want to get caught," his voice was laced with desire, he was enjoying this just as much as you. You nodded slowly as he resumed the movement, biting your lip harshly to stifle moans and instead whimpering quietly. His other hand roamed your body, groping your rear and breasts softly, "mmm you're so beautiful, mein engel" he purred into your ear, a groan left his lips as you watched his own arousal tent his cargo pants. A perfect handle bar, gripping onto his erection through his pants to steady yourself as you ride his thigh, gently palming it in rhythm with your movement.

He growled quietly as his feral need for you grew, pre-cum damping his boxers, thankfully not reaching the surface of his pants. You whimpered louder as you felt yourself near the edge, panting and shaking slightly, "I-I'm close," you whimpered out, prompting a groan in response. He brought his now glove free calloused hand into your pants, his large cold finger rubbed gentle circles on your clit. A gasp left your lips as he hurried his pace, occasionally slipping his finger in to caress that sweet spot within your warmth. "that's it, schatz, cum for me," He hugged you close to his chest as he felt your body shake, a choked moan leaving your lips as you climaxed, muffling the noise in the crook of his neck. He hummed in satisfaction as your body slumped against him, "Ich liebe dich, you're perfect," he cooed into your ear, retracting his hand from your pants and licking his fingers beneath his mask, "so perfect."

Note: Repost and comment appreciated, let me know how I did! (I don't speak german so if its butchered I'm sorryyyy)

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mysweetlixe · 4 months

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✰ Blinded love ✰

Chapter 2: Turning point

Paring: |Hyunjin x Reader x Jisung|

Genre: Romance and Angst

Summary: Y/N, tired of failed dates, hesitantly agrees to a blind date set up by her roommate Jisung. Meeting Hyunjin, she feels a spark, unaware that Jisung harbors hidden feelings.

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The Next couple of months were a whirlwind of emotions and experiences for Y/N. Her connection with Hyunjin deepened with each passing day, as they shared countless memorable moments together.

They strolled hand in hand through the city streets, getting lost in its vibrant energy. They laughed and danced under the moonlight, their laughter mingling with the music that played softly in the background.

Y/N discovered new sides to herself as she explored the world alongside Hyunjin. With him, she felt free to be unapologetically herself, embracing her quirks and dreams without fear of judgment. They encouraged each other to chase their passions, motivating one another to reach for the stars.

But amidst the blissful moments, doubt occasionally crept into Y/N's mind. She couldn't help but wonder if their connection was too good to be true, if it was all just a beautiful illusion that would shatter in an instant. The fear of heartbreak loomed over her like a shadow, threatening to dim the light of their budding romance.

Meanwhile, Jisung stood by Y/N's side as a steadfast friend, offering his unwavering support even as his own heart silently yearned for something more. He masked his feelings behind smiles and good-natured banter, determined to prioritize Y/N's happiness above his own desires.

It wasn't easy for Jisung to watch the love story unfold before his eyes, to witness the connection between Y/N and Hyunjin grow stronger with each passing day. He couldn't deny the twinge of envy that tugged at his heart whenever he saw them together, exchanging stolen glances and secret smiles.

But Jisung remained true to his promise. He was always there for Y/N, a pillar of support and a listening ear whenever she needed it. He put on a brave face, burying his own feelings deep within him, never wanting to burden Y/N with his unrequited love.

Y/N sat on the couch inside of Jisung’s apartment , her mind clouded with a mix of emotions. She had just returned from another date with Hyunjin, yet a sense of unease lingered within her. Jisung sat beside her, sensing her inner turmoil.

He had grown accustomed to reading her emotions, understanding the depths of her thoughts without her even uttering a word. But he knew better than to intrude, to pry into her heart when she herself was still grappling with its complexities.

Instead, Jisung offered a comforting presence, a safe space for Y/N to navigate the labyrinth of her emotions. He leaned back against the couch, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he waited for Y/N to find the words she needed.

“He hasn’t made it official yet ," Y/N finally spoke, her voice filled with a mixture of frustration and uncertainty. "We've been seeing each other for months now, but he still hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend. I don't understand why he's taking so long."

Jisung listened intently, his heart aching for Y/N's confusion. He knew all too well the sting of unrequited love and the torment of unanswered questions. But he also understood that love was a complex dance, with its own pace and timing.

"Maybe he's just taking his time, Y/N," Jisung suggested gently. "Sometimes people need to feel certain before they make commitments. It doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't care about you."

Y/N sighed, her fingers absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair. "I know, Jisung," she replied softly. "It's just hard not to overthink things. I want to believe that he feels the same way about me, but the lack of clarity is driving me crazy."

Jisung reached out and placed a comforting hand on Y/N's knee, offering her a reassuring smile.

"I understand how frustrating it can be," Jisung said empathetically. "But remember, Y/N, love isn't always a straightforward path. Sometimes, it takes time for people to sort out their own feelings and figure out what they want. It doesn't mean that what you have with Hyunjin isn't real or meaningful."

Y/N nodded, appreciating Jisung's calming presence. His words offered her a glimmer of hope amidst her uncertainty. "You're right, Jisung," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. "I just need to be patient and trust in the connection we have."

Jisung squeezed her knee gently, his eyes filled with a mixture of friendship and something more. "You deserve happiness, Y/N," he said earnestly. "Whether it's with Hyunjin or someone else, I want nothing more than to see you truly happy."

A bittersweet smile tugged at Y/N's lips as she looked into Jisung's eyes. There was a depth of emotion there that mirrored her own, and for a moment, she wondered if they were both dancing around the unspoken truth between them.

But before either of them could delve deeper into their uncharted territory, Y/N's phone buzzed with a notification. She glanced down to see a message from Hyunjin. “ My friend Chan is throwing a party tomorrow night and you and Jisung’s are invited

to come along. I really want you to meet my friends and have a good time. What do you say?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the invitation, a mix of excitement and apprehension flooding her thoughts. She looked up at Jisung, who met her gaze with a supportive smile. It was as if he knew the internal battle raging within her.

"I think it could be a great opportunity," Jisung interjected, his voice laced with encouragement. "It might help ease some of your worries about where you stand with Hyunjin."

Y/N nodded, feeling a surge of determination. This party could be the turning point, the moment that would either solidify her connection with Hyunjin or bring her closer to the truth she had been avoiding with Jisung.

"Alright," she replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

"I'll go to the party with you, Hyunjin."

Hyunjin's response was immediate, accompanied by an array of excited emojis. Y/N couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, even as she couldn't shake off the lingering question in her mind.

The day of the party arrived, and Y/N found herself standing outside Chan's house alongside Jisung and Hyunjin. The bass of music thumped in her chest, filling the air with a vibrant energy. Y/N glanced at Jisung, who looked dashing in his carefully chosen outfit, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and hidden longing.

She couldn't help but notice how well he fit into the scene, effortlessly engaging in conversations and blending with the crowd.

As they entered the house, Y/N felt a surge of nerves intertwining with her anticipation. The room was pulsing with life, people mingling and laughter floating through the air. Hyunjin took Y/N's hand and led her through the sea of bodies, introducing her to his friends with genuine warmth.

“Y/N this is Chan the host of this party ," Hyunjin said, motioning towards the tall, charismatic guy beside them. Chan greeted Y/N with a warm smile, making her instantly feel at ease in the bustling atmosphere.

"It's great to finally meet you, Y/N," Chan said, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "Hyunjin has told us so much about you."

Y/N returned his smile, feeling a wave of gratitude for Hyunjin's excitement to introduce her to his friends. She couldn't help but notice Jisung standing slightly behind her, a subtle tension in his posture. It was as if he was ready to fade into the background and let Y/N have her moment with Hyunjin.

As the night went on, Y/N found herself navigating between conversations and laughter, soaking in the energy of the party. Y/N was chatting with Felix a friend of Jisung and Hyunjin when she felt a hand wrapped around her waist and a familiar voice whisper in her ear. "Having fun, Y/N?"

She turned to find Hyunjin standing beside her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. The touch of his hand sent a shiver down her spine, but she couldn't ignore the slight pang of guilt that accompanied her excitement.

Her gaze flickered to Jisung, who was engaged in a conversation with Minho, another friend from the group. There was a heaviness in his eyes, a silent plea that she couldn't quite decipher.

"Yeah, I'm having a great time," Y/N replied, forcing herself to focus on Hyunjin. She leaned into him slightly, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.

“Come dance with me," Y/N whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and apprehension. Hyunjin's eyes sparkled with excitement as he took her hand and led her towards the makeshift dance floor in the corner of the room.

The pulsating rhythm of the music enveloped Y/N as she moved to the beat, her body swaying in harmony with Hyunjin's. The lights danced around them, casting shadows that mirrored their synchronized movements. In that moment, Y/N felt a surge of connection with Hyunjin, like they were the only two people in the world.

Hyunjin held onto her waist more tightly, bringing Y/N closer to him until their faces were just inches apart.Their eyes locked, and time seemed to stand still. Y/N's heart raced as she drowned in the intensity of their gaze. She could feel the heat radiating off Hyunjin's body, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.

In that moment, all of her doubts and uncertainties melted away. The question of where she stood with Hyunjin no longer mattered. The only thing that mattered was the undeniable chemistry between them. It was a magnetic pull that drew them together, defying any logic or reason.

Without hesitating, Y/N closed the distance between them, her lips meeting Hyunjin's in a passionate kiss. It was electric, a collision of desire and longing that consumed them both. Their bodies moved in sync to the music, their dance becoming an expression of their shared connection.

But as the song came to an end, reality intruded upon their perfect moment. Y/N pulled away slightly, her breath ragged as she looked into Hyunjin's eyes. Uncertainty flickered in their depths, mingling with the desire that still burned bright.

"I... I'm sorry," Y/N stammered out, her voice filled with mixed emotions. "I didn't mean to... I just..."Hyunjin silenced her with a gentle kiss on the lips, his eyes softening with understanding.

"It's okay," he whispered against her lips. "I've been feeling it too."

Y/N closed her eyes, letting the words wash over her. It was a relief to know that she wasn't the only one who had been fighting her feelings.

Jisung watched from the corner of the room, his eyes fixed on Y/N and Hyunjin as they danced in each other's arms. A wave of emotions washed over him, leaving him feeling a mix of love, jealousy, and heartbreak.

He knew that he had to let Y/N go, even if it was the hardest thing he had ever done. once they had finished dancing Hyunjin made his way over to Jisung and stood next him with two drinks in his hand "Thanks for being here," Hyunjin said, handing Jisung a drink.

Jisung nodded, his heart heavy with emotions as he took the offered drink from Hyunjin. "Anytime, for you two," he replied, his voice steady.

He couldn't deny that he was happy for Y/N and Hyunjin. He knew that this party was a turning point for all of them. But at the same time, he couldn't shake the feeling of being left behind. The lingering question in his mind gnawed at him “So have you and Y/N made it official yet?"

Hyunjin's smile faltered slightly, and he glanced over at Y/N who was now surrounded by their friends, laughing and enjoying herself. He took a deep breath before turning back to Jisung.

"Not yet," he admitted, his voice tinged with hesitation. "We're both still figuring things out."

Jisung nodded, sipping his drink as he tried to keep his emotions in check. It wasn't easy seeing the girl he had feelings for moving on with his best friend. But he knew that he had to respect their relationship and give Y/N the space to explore her feelings.

"I'm glad she's happy," Jisung said softly, forcing a smile onto his face. "She deserves all the happiness in the world."

Hyunjin placed a comforting hand on Jisung's shoulder, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Jisung. I know this isn't easy for you."

Jisung shook his head, trying his best to push his own feelings aside. "It's alright, really. As long as she's happy, that's all that matters."

Deep down, Jisung knew that letting go was the right thing to do. He cared too much about Y/N to stand in the way of her happiness. But that didn't make it any less painful.

As the night wore on, Jisung found himself drifting away from the vibrant scene inside the house. He needed some fresh air to clear his mind and sort through the tangled mess of emotions.

Stepping out onto the porch, Jisung took in the cool night air, letting it envelop him like a gentle embrace. The sound of laughter and music faded into the background as he leaned against the railing, gazing up at the starlit sky.

His thoughts drifted back to Y/N and Hyunjin, their laughter echoing in his ears. A pang of jealousy shot through him, but he quickly pushed it aside. He had made his choice to support them, even if it tore him apart inside.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine #han jisung x reader #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin #han jisung imagines #han jisung imagine #han jisung #hyunjin imagine #hyunjin imagines #skz #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz imagine #skz han #skz hyunjin

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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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the pain of letting you go- e.m (pt 4)

Pairing: Ex!Eddie Munson x Ex!AFAB!Reader

Summary: eddie’s jealous gets the best of him and you’ve had enough

Warnings: angst, fighting, arguing, reader being a bad ass, confrontation, slight eddie pov

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: part four of the series is here! i was so excited to write this part and i hope it helps move things along in the best way possible. thank you to everyone for the continued support! reminder: if the topic is sensitive for you, please do not read. enjoy! :) -sava

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You bask in the soft flicker of the candlelight you’d set up for the night, lounging in the chair in the corner of the living room with a fuzzy blanket and a new book you picked up at the store. You always found comfort in a good book, letting your mind take you to places you’d never been before and put yourself into stories that were beyond your control.

Since the drama that occurred at Christopher’s birthday, you used the weekend to yourself to relax and take some time to settle down. No thinking about Shirley, Eddie, or even the strange feeling you’d recently discovered when Steve popped into your head. You went shopping, drank some wine, and used the weekend to unwind without crying your eyes out, which was a first for you since the separation.

During your alone time, you also went around researching about how things can get better between your family. The last thing you wanted was for everyone to be fighting and putting your son’s emotions on the line. You knew he wasn’t stupid and knew what was going on, and the way some of his expressions and mannerisms have changed within the last few months didn’t go unnoticed by you.

So you decided that family therapy was the best option, that way everyone would be able to hash out any grievances they had and everyone could better understand one another on a new level, with an impartial bluffer to help guide the conversation back if things went sideways. You were curious to find out why Eddie was acting the way he was, and also curious to know what was going on in Christopher’s head. You definitely didn’t want him bottling anything up that could easily be talked about and worked out.

Sinking into the plush of the chair’s cushion, you grab the book and turn to the page you left off on the previous day, channeling your attention into the world the author carefully built. Before you’re able to settle in too deep, a knock on the door pulls you out of your semi-blissful state. You close the book with your bookmark hardly inside, tossing it on the chair as you get up and creep over to the door.

Adjusting your robe over yourself and fixing your hair briefly in the mirror by the door, you open it to find Eddie and Christopher standing bundled up, your son’s face beaming as he runs up to you. You decide to not make a comment on the lack of Shirley’s presence, silently thanking whatever god that might be out there that it was just Eddie and your son.

“Hey buddy! How was your weekend at Daddy’s apartment?” You ask him, wrapping your arms around his small body.

“It was fun! Dad took me to get a couple games for my new Gameboy and let me play his guitar! And then we went to the park today and got some hot chocolate!” He exclaims, his smile stretching from ear to ear. You give him a smile before looking up at Eddie with a surprised face. For someone so upset about the Gameboy just days ago, he sure was quick to give into the idea.

“That sounds like a fun time buddy, I’m glad you two enjoyed yourselves,” you respond back, rubbing his back.

There's a thick silence in the air for a moment, exchanging brief glances with Eddie and turning back to your son who was pretty confused as well. You pull him in for another hug and Chris lets out a giggle as you do.

“Hey bud, why don’t you go upstairs for a few? I want to talk with Mommy alone before I head out,” Eddie suggests, putting his hand on your son’s head and messing up the little curls he got from his father. He nods and takes his bags upstairs, trotting along until you hear the door close.

You would be lying if you said that Eddie wanting to talk with you didn’t make you a little anxious. Given how happy your son was walking through the door, surely it couldn’t be anything bad right? Maybe this would be the right moment to bring up the research you’d done over the weekend and suggestion family counseling.

“I’m glad you wanted to talk, Eddie. I’ve actually been thinking a lot over the weekend-“

“Is Harrington here?” Eddie questions, looking around for a moment before directing his attention back towards you, his face emotionless and his tone firm, but even.

“Uh, no. Believe it or not he’s not here all the time,” you chuckle out, crossing your arms and leaning against the end of the banister.

“I mean he’s been here almost every single time I drop Chris off, so yeah, I do find that hard to believe actually,” he grumbles out. You shoot him a confused look, not knowing where this jealousy is coming from. It was obvious at the party and it’s stinking up the room now.

“What is your problem with Steve? You know the two of us are friends. Hell, you two are even friends! At least you used to be. Did something happen between you two?” You question him.

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose and starts pacing in place. You can tell whatever is bothering him is big, with his free hand balled into a fist and resting at his side and his eye sort of twitching a little, all signs you’ve picked up on over the years as classic Eddie Munson rage.

“The two of you just seem wayy closer than usual. I know what Harrington is like and it just seems like he’s trying to get in your pants!”

“I’m sorry, are you on a bad trip right now? I mean, I sure hope not since you were driving our son around, but regardless, do you hear yourself? Steve is just a friend who has been helping me with the shit that YOU left me to deal with Eddie! And you out of all people, have no room to be fucking jealous right now,” you bite back, pointing a finger into his chest. He lets out a huff and stares daggers in your eyes, which you don’t waste a second matching his energy.

“Me? You’re blaming this shit on me? You really think this whole thing is my fault?” He questions dramatically, hands moving to his chest as he speaks. You roll your eyes at the idiotic question.

“Because it is your fault! You’re the one who wanted to separate in the first fucking place! And you’re the one who started dating immediately after, so don't talk to me about moving on!” You nearly scream, trying to be a bit quieter than you want to be for Christopher’s sake.

“Hurry up and get to your point then, Y/N,” he tells you, throwing his arms in your direction as if giving you the floor to speak.

“So don’t you find it just a little hypocritical? The fact that YOU are able to break up our family and go date some random girl, but if I show any sort of interest in Steve romantically, it’s a crime against humanity? I mean, c’mon Eddie, it’s ridiculous,” you explain before stalking off into the kitchen with a scoff.

The rage inside you from the months of sadness and torture was bubbling to the surface, annoyance oozing out of your pores at his blatant disrespect for you during your difficult time. You throw the fridge door open and grab a bottle of water, needed some kind of drink to help you cool down, and now with Christopher home, you knew it wasn’t going to be a glass of red.

Closing the fridge, you open the bottle and turn to see Eddie standing at the kitchen entrance with his arms crossed and weight shifted all on one hip. You scoff and all but slam the bottle on the counter.

“What now?” You ask, matching his stance and raising a brow.

“Are you and Steve together? Can you at least stop dodging around the question and answer me that?” He questions. You let out a laugh, complete disbelief taking over you. You match his stance and quirk a brow, waiting from to just say he was pulling your leg, only for his face to remain the same. There is no way he was being serious.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. We’re not,” you tell him, shaking your head.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

That tipped you over the edge. The persistence of his questions, pestering you about the issue like a stubborn child, knocked you of the rageful rope you had been teetering on and down to the pit of violence.

“God Eddie, what is with you lately? It’s okay for you to move on but heaven forbid I start talking with someone, it’s wrong, Edward? Why is it okay for you to break up our family, tear my heart to shreds, and behave so recklessly towards our son’s and my emotions? What gives you the fucking right?” You ask, stepping closer with every word you spoke, your hand coming into contact with his cheek with a loud smack once you finish.

You watch his warm brown eyes twist into disbelief for a moment, before softening at your expression. You didn’t realize you were beginning to cry until you felt a tear slip past your cheek, standing up straight and wiping it away quickly. You look at him for a moment, studying his frozen figure as he holds his ring clad hand to his cheek, the soft pale flesh quickly turning pink.

“You can let yourself out,” you tell him, brushing by and exiting the kitchen. You turn the corner and fling yourself up the stairs and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You felt your body sliding down your bedroom door, just as you did the day you found out he was seeing Shirley. The day you found out this separation wasn’t some cruel joke, but the harsh reality coming to tell you that your once happy marriage was officially over, and that the love Eddie once had for you was gone.

Eddie’s back straightens as his brain tries to catch up with everything that just happened, now left alone in the kitchen. He looks around for a moment to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, and that his wife-ex, just slapped him. His cheek stung, the prickling feeling taking over his face. You had never called him Edward before, it was always Eddie, Eds, or some sweet pet name before the separation. You also have never resulted into any kind of physical violence before when you two would fight, and neither did Eddie. He didn’t want to be like his father.

Opening the freezer door, Eddie grabs a few ice cubes and a paper towel, tossing them in and twisting it into a ball. He winces as the cold hits his face, but is quick to relax and take in the soothing comfort of the dampening sheet. He exits the kitchen in no hurry, his feet dragging along with the rest of his body.

He pauses for a moment when he reaches the door, his hand hanging loosely on the handle. Had he really been so blind during the entire thing to see how upset you were? He knew he could be a bit clueless at times, but it never happened in regards to your actions or feelings, he made sure to always be attentive towards you. At least, he used to be.

Eddie’s head turns towards the stairs, contemplating whether he should go up and apologize for his actions, for acting like a child. You were right, he didn’t get the right to ask you if Steve was dating you, not after he started dating Shirley and initially broke things off. He watches as Christopher’s head slowly appears from behind the wall, a frown resting upon his lips as he sees his father with the paper towel resting on his cheek. Eddie’s eyes go wide at seeing his son, before his own mouth twists into a frown of its own.

He knew Christopher was a curious child, so there was no denying he heard the entire thing play out. How upset his mother was, how much of a dickhead his father was being. The poor boy was too young for any of the shit he was currently going through, which just started reminding Eddie of his own upbringing. How he’d catch his parents going at it in the kitchen of their trailer, with Eddie’s head popping out to see the carnage in real time. Eddie was slowly starting to realize that he was doing the one thing he promised himself he wouldn’t.

The vow he made the day Christopher came into the world, the vow to be the best father to his beautiful baby boy, whose eyes shined bright like his own chocolate orbs. That he wouldn’t be a deadbeat like his own father and would do anything to protect Chris from the harsh realities of the world, and make his childhood a happy one he could look back on and smile about. That vow was bending more and more each passing day as the two of you fought and grew further apart. If he didn’t do something about his actions soon, that vow would snap in half, and no amount of repairs would mend it back together.

Shooting his son a sympathetic smile, he turns his head back towards the door as his hand twists the knob, retreating to Wayne's truck with the heavy sound of the door closing behind him. He knew he fucked up, there was no denying that. Twisting the key in the ignition, the engine roars to life and he slowly backs out of the driveway, taking the drive back to his apartment to think about everything he’s done to you in the past few months.

And how he can make it up to you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things angst #steve harrington #angst #fanfic #fanfiction

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keithsandwich · 7 months

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Asters Blooming

Pairing: Keith and Alter!Keith/OC (Maeve)

Word Count: ~1660

Tags: Pregnancy, Hurt/Comfort, Route Spoilers (just vaguely mentioned).

Notes: Written for Falling for You CCC, hosted by the amazing @nightghoul381 and @judejazza.

Prompt: I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way

--- Hopefully, it'll be a part of a small series on Keith and Maeve parenting.

Ghoulie and my bestie without a Tumblr (Cosmic Latte) helped me a lot with this one. Thanks for the support, guys! I wouldn't be writing if it wasn't for you.

"Look, the asters are already blooming." Keith said with a smile, lightly tapping her waist to direct her attention toward the vibrant bushes dotted with purple and blue buds, resembling stars nestled amidst the leaves. While other flowers were starting to wither with the onset of fall, they were happily being born anew.

Maeve's lips curved into a sweet, albeit shy smile. Keith had hoped for more enthusiasm when he invited her to walk in the gardens. After all, these were their gardens, the very first project they had worked on together ever since she arrived at court, and it was growing beautifully. Keith had confessed to her that he'd never had any luck growing flowers, and she decided to show him that growing flowers wasn't a matter of luck; it was about care, about sensing those delicate plants' needs and nourishing them accordingly, no more, no less. He cherished every memory of them getting their hands dirty together and celebrating every bud that popped up from the soil. She would warn him when watering was enough and teach him how to truly connect with the earth.

Soon, the small garden plot Keith had prepared for them had become a perennial burst of colors, shapes, and fragrances. With Maeve's help, they had planned it so that various flowers would bloom throughout the seasons. It was a peaceful, ever-changing landscape that welcomed birds and bees.

Keith would never forget how adorable Maeve looked every time she sang to their flowers, claiming that music was good for them, and besides, they made for a good audience. His heart always warmed at how happy and radiant she seemed to be whenever they were there, and that's what he had hoped to achieve by bringing her to the gardens this morning. However, he was unsuccessful.

She had been acting strangely lately, as if something were bothering her, but Keith couldn't quite grasp what it might be. Not even he, with his natural talent for convincing her to open up, could break through her resolve. When Maeve was determined to keep her feelings to herself, her emotional barrier proved stronger than both of them combined, and it was undeniably frustrating. All Keith wished for was to see her happy and radiant once more.

Just that.

"Maeve," he stopped in his tracks, gently turning her to meet his gaze. She looked at him inquiringly before he took her hands and continued, "I… I understand if you don't want to talk, but I can't accept you being sad any longer. I need to… I have to know what I can do to make you happy again."

His fingers squeezed hers, and the overwhelming emotions became too much for him to maintain eye contact. Keith looked away, down at the colorful aster buds, hoping he wouldn't make them sad too. Because if Maeve was sad, it could only be his fault, right? He was the weed in their garden, the one who could only fail in trying to keep her satisfied and flourishing as she deserved.

When her voice finally sounded, barely louder than the morning's chilling breeze and the chirp of the birds, her words were so unexpected that he doubted his ears. "I'm pregnant," she murmured, and when his eyes searched for hers, they were still downcast and out of reach.

"You're…" Keith tried to confirm her words but couldn't quite repeat them. He would be too ashamed if he got her wrongly. Maeve... pregnant. Maeve was carrying their baby. A baby. They would have a baby together. He would be a father. All these disconnected thoughts coming together made his heart lurch and his stomach drop. He shuddered, unsure how to feel, especially when she seemed so down about the news. Maybe she... didn't want to have a baby with him.

The world around them felt like it was spinning, and Keith desperately tried to hold on and not to switch. Not right now. He needed to be there for her next words.

"I know it's too early, and we're not even married yet. Goodness, we haven't even properly talked about having children, and I..." Maeve shook her head, squeezing his hands with the same intensity. "I'm afraid it's too soon…"

"Too soon?" Granted, one could say things were already moving too quickly for them. Not many seasons have passed between meeting her in Néart and proposing to her in court. But there was nothing Keith would've done differently. Things wouldn't be any slower if he was marrying politically, and he and Maeve simply connected. They felt like one of the same, so all those fast-moving events felt just natural. None of it scared or overwhelmed him, on the contrary, her accepting and soothing presence only made him feel more confident than ever. Now, becoming a father was a completely new concept for him, and he was still trying to grasp it. His trembling hands moved to her waist, hesitant to get any closer to her belly. "Maeve, do you want to have a baby with me?"

Her green eyes widened, watery with emotions, and an awkward smile graced her lips, even if just a little. Maeve nodded. "I do! Of course, I do. There’s nothing I want more, but I… I don't know if you feel the same…"

"How could I not want to have a baby with you? You are the love of my life," Keith's face softened as he rested his forehead against hers, a silent gesture of closeness and support he wished she could understand. He still felt overwhelmed, his thoughts swirling like a whirlwind, but her presence was a comforting anchor amid his emotions.

"Aren't you scared?" Her doe-like eyes glistened in the soft morning glow that surrounded them.

Slowly, Keith’s fingers trailed towards the center of her stomach. The notion that their child was there kept sinking in, and so was the understanding that he would have to care for and protect the little one. It surely was scary, but the love they shared was stronger than this. Strong enough to sow its seed and grow into a new life in her womb.

And then he realized. It could be just like their garden. They could make that little, precious life thrive as beautifully as their flowers.

"I am scared…" his lips curled up in an honest reaction, despite his words. Maeve gasped in surprise when Keith fell to his knees in front of her, grabbing the sides of her body and placing a light, careful kiss on her belly. "But I am so happy, Maeve… This will be the first flower of our love, and just like we made this garden possible, I know I can raise a child if I'm with you."

Keith felt his eyes getting wet, but not like hers. Maeve was already tearful, he could understand if she got even more now, and he wanted to be there every time she cried like she did when she got on her knees just so she could hold his face and kiss him. Again, and again. Soft, sweet, and loving kisses, as happy tears streamed down her face. Well, he knew whenever he couldn't be there for her, he would.

And it made him feel less anxious about being a father. He definitely wouldn't do it alone.

"We're doing this together! Oh, Keith… We're having a baby…"

He closed his eyes and let her sweet voice guide him to the forest of his mind. Not that he didn't want to be with her. There was nothing he wanted more, and this was making him greedy. But he knew he had to let him celebrate the news too.

He would never forgive him if he didn't.

"Silly girl, what were ya so scared of?"

Being there felt incredible. The surprised look in her beautiful, moist green eyes never ceased to amaze him. Keith didn't hesitate before kissing her, the kiss more intense than before, as he wanted to savor all the emotions from her. Gently, he laid her down on the ground while they continued to kiss, and his hand moved to her lower belly. There, lay the proof of his existence. No matter who had conceived that child, he would be equally their father, and they would carry his memory.

When their lips parted, giving room to a smile infinitely more tender than he was used to, Keith allowed himself to become lost in her gaze for a moment. Maeve released a contented, yet bashful sigh, intertwining her fingers with his.

Keith chuckled. He knew what she was worried about. What happened to him definitely made him doubt himself and his ability to protect someone. "He would have insecurities and fears no matter when ya got pregnant, but I am here to take care of him, of you, and of our baby," he leaned in to kiss her cheek, still wet and salty with tears. "Aren't ya the one who taught us that Mother Nature has her own time? We can only revere it, and be thankful she's giving us a child."

"Don't you think it's too soon? We've already been moving so fast, and having a child is such a big step. I... I'm afraid it's too overwhelming, especially for him," she bit her lips, mirroring his insecurity. They were so alike.

Maeve squeezed his hand in hers and against her belly. "Wouldn't you want it to happen in a better time?"

"There's no better time, Maeve. I wouldn't want it any other way. We're having a baby, and this is the most wonderful thing."

He saw a beautiful smile lightening up her face before kissing her lips again. This was what Keith wanted the most — the woman he loved, carrying his child and being radiant about it.

The peaceful sounds of the birds and the fresh smell of earth, grass and flowers mixed with the rosemary of her hair in that soothing scenario never felt so thrilling.

#keith howell #ikepri oc #my maeve #ikemen prince #fanfic #falling4uccc #cw pregnancy

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starheirxero · 4 months

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WOE, SERVANT SUN ANGST BE UPON YE !!! The fic is also under the cut in case you can't use ao3!

Summary:

The world-eater unleashed upon their dimension has done its job with ease. Buildings are reduced to rubble in mere seconds and many are lives snuffed in an instant. Sun was among those lives.

Now, in the afterlife, Sun finally feels every emotion he had locked away for the past century and Moon—a brother he never knew he had—is there to support him every step of the way.

Warnings: Major character death (already happened), angst, loss of faith, just generally a lot of very messy emotions

Word count: 1,091

"How are you feeling?"

Moon's soft tone is nearly drowned out by the sound of something cracking and falling in the distance. The rubble around them shakes from the force, a few books fall from the shelves behind them. Moon's legs dangle freely off the edge of a broken staircase, while Sun has his own curled up to his chest. Neither of them are particularly paying attention to the destruction around them.

"I don't know," Sun mumbles, "Tired, I think. Am I supposed to be feeling some type of way?"

"I wouldn't say you're supposed to be, but people are usually sad or angry or even relieved." Moon rubs his thumb back and forth against Sun's shoulder. "You feeling any of those?"

Sun shakes his head slowly, the golden eclipse earrings on his middle rays swinging with the motion. "I don't think so."

Moon waits a long moment, staring at the other bot expectantly. A bookshelf topples over loudly across the room. Outside, the world-eater lets out a sickening scream. Sun doesn't elaborate.

Moon sighs. "I think what I'm trying to ask you here is," he gently taps Sun's forehead, earning a startled noise from the other. "what's going on in that head of yours, bud?"

Sun stares up at Moon, chewing the side of his lip as he debated on whether or not to speak his mind. If this man is truly his brother like he claims, he may already know what to expect. Sun looks away.

"Do you think He's waiting for me?" Moon's soothing motion pauses for just a moment and Sun feels the need to explain himself. "I mean, surely He must be, right? During such an important time, He's likely gathering the rest of His followers, taking them to safety, and wondering where His last saint is. I promised Him I'd be there when He needs me most, but now I'm here when He needs me most and stars I know He will be upset with me."

"Sun, I don't think he—"

"What if He thinks I ran off, Moon?" Sun interrupts Moon with a frantic edge to his voice. The servant's body starts to tremble and Moon feels it in his hand. He opens his mouth to sooth his brother, but Sun speaks first. "What if He can't find my body and He thinks I broke every promise and prayer I ever made? What if He thinks I'm a traitor? What if He thinks the last century was nothing but a lie and I'm a dissenter, just as Bloodmoon was? What if He hates me?"

Sun suddenly stands up, pacing in a circle on what little flooring remained of the library's second story. Moon rises as well, but stands in the same spot. He watches his brother quietly.

"I did so much to show I still worshiped Him! I did all of this," he motions at himself wildly, "for Him! I did all of it without Him even prompting me to! My entire life centered on Him, every single ounce of energy I ever had was used to serve Him or think about Him! He was the air that entered my vents, He was the electricity in my wires, He was the solder that held my stupid, stupid body together!

"He was everything to me, Moon!" Sun suddenly turns his attention to Moon and he sees the tears threatening to fall from Sun's eyes. The world seems to shake louder at his anguish. "And I failed Him! I failed the one person I absolutely could not afford to fail! My god, my savior, the one constant in my life! How much of a fuck-up do I have to be to manage that?!"

Sun hiccups loudly and looks away to cover his face. Moon approaches his brother at a slow pace, gently putting his hands on his arms. Sun lets out a whimper and leans into Moon, crumbling into his arms and hiding his teary face in the bot's shoulder.

"Did I do good, at least?" Sun's voice is strained, desperate. "Or did I waste my life in the most pitiful way possible?"

Moon wraps his arms around Sun's body and hugs him tightly. He hasn't been able to do this for a century. It's nice. "You did perfect, Sun. You did all you could, even with someone like Eclipse looming over you at every turn. I'm proud of you, brother. I always have been."

And just like that, Sun's fragile mask melted.

His stifled cries become full-body sobs that were already leaving Moon's shoulder wet with tears. 100 years worth of grief—of anger, of disgust, of hatred, of fear—all come out in a wail that only the dead can hear. He wept for every soul he was forced to turn away from or harm, he wept for every part of himself he maimed in an attempt to feel holier, he wept for the person he used to be, he wept for the life he never had.

He wept for every moment he felt like his lord was truly going to kill him. He wept for every moment he dreamed of a kinder god. He wept, and he wept, and he wept.

When Sun's sobs and hiccups quieted, the world seemed to have done the same. No more tumbling buildings that shook the earth. No more screeches from the world-eater. Not even the sound of wind or rubble falling. So, in such a still moment, Sun admits something. "I think I hate him."

Moon hums, rubbing a hand down Sun's back in a soothing motion. "I know."

"I feel disgusting."

"I know."

"I don't want to be his servant anymore."

"What do you want to be, then?"

Sun pauses. He gently flicks the bell at the end of Moon's hat. "I want to be your brother."

"You already are my brother," Moon says with a chuckle.

"I wasn't really before this, though. I didn't even know you were here." Sun flicks the bell again, harder this time. Moon lets out a snort. "I want to know what it's like to be your brother. I want to know something that isn't Eclipse."

Moon mutters in understanding. "You know, I'm not the only brother you have."

Sun suddenly breaks the hug to look at Moon with wide eyes. "What? What does that mean??"

Moon smiles and wraps an arm around Sun's shoulder, guiding him through the broken remains of the library. "Here, follow me. I'm sure Lunar and Bloodmoon will be thrilled to see you."

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and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you

and the universe said the light you seek is within you

and the universe said I love you because you are love

HAPPY DAY EVERYONE ^_^ i hope this fic made you drop to your knees in a waffle house parking lot! reblogs and anguished tags are always appreciated <3

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tsukiyohanayome · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022, my own prompt list and it's a secret, will be revealed as I post, hopefully everyday.

day 1 Size Difference Kink

First day already feels like a failure because my notepad closed on its own and I lost my thing without it being saved, the pain T-T Ive tried to rewrite it but changed my mind with some stuff and here we are.

tumblr now allows to mark stuff as mature so I'm doing it, but obviously, minors DNI.

You've never felt truly small compared to anyone. That was until you met him.

From the very first second you saw him, you felt impossibly small and that stirred new emotions, you'd never expect to feel towards someone that held you a prisoner.

You swear you could watch him for hours, when he was sitting on his enormous throne, his arms resting on his lap, while one was supporting his head. It didn't help that he had four arms. Large, veiny, with perfect, godlike sculpted muscles. You could almost picture what his hands would feel like around your throat when he was ripping his prey apart with his extremely sharp, long nails. His one hand could wrap around your throat with ease.

His figure dwarfed you whenever you were standing next to him. He was twice your size, at least. It wasn't hard to imagine your self kissing down his chest to his stomach and that perfect V line that was presented to your eyes nearly all the time, since he liked to wear his kimono down.

He was so big. You got claimed as his "personal" helper, you got to keep him well fed, helped to keep his body clean and from time to time you could catch a glimpse of what was hiding below his waistline. They were bigger than anything you'd ever seen. You always wondered what he'd think if only he knew. What would he do if he knew that you fantasized about him daily.

You swear that sometimes you caught him looking at you as you were doing your work and the thought of him watching you was even more arousing and made it harder to keep your little secret.

But he knew. He knew it from the very beginning but left you oblivious for quite a good time.

Sukuna also was obsessed with how small you were. The fact that he could practically grab you like nothing with just one of his hands made him feral. You were so small and he could break you, he could ruin you, oh how he wanted to... But he was patient. He wanted to see when and who was going to break first. Who will make the first move? He was waiting... Of course it was you.

Now, your knees are burning and you're choking on one of his cocks, barely able to take half of it on your first time. It was euphoric to Sukuna how quickly you became addicted to him, to his touch. How quickly you began to beg for him. How cute you looked now, between his thighs, struggling to fit him in your mouth. He couldn't wait to see how well you're going to take him when he bends you over.

Two of his hands knead your breasts, one wrapped around your neck, squeezing lightly and one at the back of your head, setting a pace to your ministrations. Your hands wrapped around the shafts of his cocks, helping where your mouth couldn't reach.

He grabbed you by your waist, lifting you up and placing in his lap, your pussy "accidentally" brushing the tips of his leaking cocks. Sukuna slowly drags his sharp nail from your bottom lip, through your neck, chest, stomach, stopping right before your pleasure bud. "Tell me how much you want it" he whispers to your ear, as his finger starts circling slowly on your clit.

@tsukiyohanayome 2022

#sukuna drabble #sukuna smut #jjk smut #sukuna ryoumen x you #sukuna ryomen x y/n #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #its much shorter than i wanted to but i also want to leave sexy times for the next days so #i also desperately tried not to input worship here #ryomen sukuna smut

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ilovewriting06 · 1 year

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I Love Him-Part 2

This was loosely inspired by Little Did I Know by Julia Michaels so the lyrics are bold and in italics.

I groan as I feel another wave of nausea sweep through me. My morning sickness isn’t that bad and I can go a whole week without throwing up and then I wake up one day and the toilet bowel becomes my best friend and I can only keep down popsicles and Gatorade. When the morning sickness creeps in it sticks around for a couple days and then I feel fine for days. The only person that hates it as much as me is Steve.

After the whole blow up a month ago when Danny found out we were dating and that I was pregnant Steve and I decided that I would move in with him so he could help throughout the pregnancy and so Danny didn’t have to handle our ‘lovey dovey moments’. I gag into the toilet bowl before emptying the contents of my stomach for the third time this morning. I lean against the sink and wipe my mouth with toilet paper when I’m sure I’m done puking.

I push myself off of the floor and flush the toilet before washing my hands and brushing my teeth. Steve had left earlier this morning before I was out of bed so I was home along with Eddie. Ever since I moved in Eddie has been my emotional support animal. Every time I puke he’s laying beside me or whining on the other side of the door and I dare not go anywhere without him or he has a little doggy meltdown.

I open the door to meet Eddie’s concerned expression. I scratch him behind his ears, “It’s okay bud, I feel okay now.” He whines and licks my hand. I chuckle and head into the living room to watch tv. After about an hour I’m getting restless around the house and have to go somewhere. I haven’t puked anymore so I should be good to go. I make a decision and grab Eddie’s leash before calling for him, “Come on Eddie, we’re gonna go see daddy.”

He comes barreling out of the kitchen where he had been laying and prances by the door. I chuckle and grab my keys before opening the door. I get Eddie into the passenger seat and start the engine.

When I get to the palace I hook Eddie to his leash and head in. I’m greeted by the people that recognize me and ask how I’m doing. I get in the elevator and Eddie sits by my feet as he waits for the doors to open. I cup my stomach, even though I’m only a little over a month I already have a small bump since I’m carrying two bundles of joy. The elevator dings before the doors slide open and Eddie is all but leading me through the building to get to Steve. I open the door and unclip Eddie’s leash since I know he won’t leave my side.

I walk in and everyone looks up and Danny comes over and give me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, “Hey sis, how ya doing?” I groan and he nods in understanding before I hear Steve, “Another one of those days?” I spin around and nod, “This is your fault.” He frowns and crosses his arm, “I’m sorry but last time I checked it takes two to make a child.” I roll my eyes, “Well if you weren’t so damn charming.” He chuckles before kissing my cheek, “I’m so very sorry you have no restraint.” I glare at him before my face breaks out into a smile. I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his shirt taking in his scent. Even when any smell sets me off the smell of Steve calms me, I still can’t figure it out but I’m not going to complain.

He rubs my back and I hear Danny gag. I turn around to face Danny, “Shut up, when you’re carrying around and growing two children inside you and even the slightest smell or disgusting looking thing sends you puking you can judge my comfort techniques.” He puts up his hands and backs away when I hear a small growl. I look down to see Eddie sitting by Steve and I’s feet glaring at Danny daring him to make me mad. Everyone laughs and I look up as Grover comes into the room holding a cup. I take a whiff and scrunch my nose and gag, “What is that?” Grover goes to answer and Steve yells, “DO NOT! Do not say that word around her right now, she will throw up.” Grover’s eyes widen and he takes a step forward and I gag again as the smell gets stronger. I squeeze Steve’s arm and his eyes widen before he runs to grab a trash can. I grab the trash can and empty my already empty stomach as Steve takes the hair tie off my wrist and pulling my hair up into a bun. I sigh as I stand up straight and look down when I feel something lean on my legs. I look down to see Eddie looking up at me.

Danny comes to offer me a tissue and Eddie jumps up and growls at Danny and Steve stops Danny, “Here just hand it to me, Eddie won’t let anyone near her right now.” Danny furrows his eyebrows, “He lets you near her.” I laugh as Eddie steps to the side as Steve walks back over and puts an arm around my shoulders, “That’s because he knows Steve helps me and you are someone he’s iffy about. He hasn’t been your biggest fan since the night that you found out I was pregnant.”

Danny crosses his arms and pouts, “Well if you weren’t so dumb that night wouldn’t have happened.” As if he knew what Danny said Eddie runs over to him and bites his pant leg and pulls him away from me. He shakes his leg yelling at Eddie to no avail. I choke back a chuckle and yell, “Eddie! Leave it!” He obeys and comes back to sit by me not taking his eyes off of Danny.

Grover laughs, “That dog sure hates you Danny.” Danny rolled his eyes, “No he’s just protective of Y/N.” I nod slightly before saying, “Not that protective.” Danny snorts, “Please like anyone can get closer to you.” I raise an eyebrow before turning to Grover who had gotten rid of his coffee, “Lou?” He looks at me, “Come over here.” He looks skeptical but walks towards me. Eddie lets him stand side by side to me but keeps a close eye on him. Danny throws his hands up, “Oh come on!” Eddie growls at Danny again and I laugh as Danny looks so offended. Steve looks down at Eddie, “Relax.” Eddie’s stance relaxes and Danny’s jaw drops, “How? How!?”

I chuckle, “As long as you don’t touch me he won’t bother you. The only one allowed to touch me is Steve.” Danny sighed, “Well that’s just dumb.” I flicked my eyes to him with hidden humor, “Listen brother it’s not my fault you aren’t as intelligent as my dog, he knows Steve helps me and is the only one that can make me feel better. And he knows you annoy me.” Danny frowned and I laughed until Steve’s phone rang.

I kiss Steve goodbye as him, Danny, Junior, and Tani go to get on the boat Serenity after the saw the satellite images with a lot of bodies on it.

I groan as I’m awoken from my well deserved nap by my phone buzzing and ringing on the coffee table. I grab it without checking the caller ID, “Hello?” I rub my eyes and sit up when I hear Lou, “Y/N/N?” I furrow my eyebrows, “What's wrong Lou?” I heard talking in the background before he answered, “Just get to headquarters as fast as possible, it’ll be easier to explain.” I sit up and grab my keys and slip on my sandals before getting off the phone I look down to see Eddie with his puppy eyes, “I’m sorry buddy but you have to stay here.” He whines as I head to the car.

I rush through the glass doors and see Lou and Jerry standing around the computer. When they see me I watch as they both take a deep breath and glance at each other as I walk closer. Lou licks his lips nervously and glances at Jerry again. At this point my emotions are haywire and my patience are wearing thin, “WHAT IS GOING ON!?”

After a few minutes of stuttering out what’s going on tears slip down my face as I take in a shaky breath, “So, you’re telling me my brother and my boyfriend, are stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean infected with a deadly virus that is going to kill them within 8-9 hours unless we find an antidote before the times up? An antidote that we don’t even know exists!” They nod and I spin around to face away from them as I process everything. I cover my mouth with my hand as a sob escapes my throat. I feel a hand on my shoulder as I hear Lou’s sympathetic voice, “Y/N-,” I brush his hand off my shoulder as my voice hardens, “Stop! Don’t get sympathetic on me. Now I need some time to think so I’m going to go into Steve’s office and I need some time alone, but come and get me if there is any news.”

I enter Steve’s office and take a deep breath relishing in the overwhelming smell of Steve. I round his desk and sink into his chair. I lean back in the chair before sitting up as something grabs my attention. There right beside the picture of Steve and I as he kisses my cheek and my face was split in a large smile was another smaller picture. I grab it and feel the tears fall harder as I quickly recognize the fuzzy picture of two dots the size of a grain of rice, the first and only sonogram picture besides the one hanging on our fridge that we got at my appointment a few days ago. I press the frame against my chest and break down into tears. He can’t die, he’s not allowed.

I look at the picture of us and set the picture of our twins beside it and smile a sad yet happy smile. I grab the picture of us and smile as the memory floods through my mind.

*Flashback*

I lean onto Steve’s arm as we watch the sunset on the beach behind his house. I wrap my arms around his waist and stare into his eyes, “I think I did something my brother is going to hate me for.” He looks down at me with confused and concerned eyes, “What happened?” I look back out at the ocean still holding onto him before whispering, “I fell in love with his partner.” I feel him stiffen under me and I feel my heart pound against my rib cage as my brain yells at me for telling him. He looks into my eyes like he’s searching for something and he must find it because his whole body relaxes and he smiles, “That’s okay, I fell in love with his sister.”

I smile and stand on my tippy toes and place a kiss on his cheek before grabbing my phone. He looks at me curiously, “What are you doing?” I smile, “Taking a picture of us.” He makes a face before saying, “I don’t know I don’t really do pictures.” I smirk before replying, “Yeah well not long after we first met you told me you didn’t do your friends’ sisters, but look where you are now.” He lets out a humored chuckle, “Alright, I’ll take a picture for you, but don't expect it to be a common occurrence, it’s a one time thing.”

I smile and turn the camera to selfie mode, “We’ll see about that.”

*Flashback Over*

I chuckle a tear filled chuckle as I look on the other side of his desk to see a picture of Steve, Danny, and I. It was taken before Steve and I started dating but all three of us were close so we had a picture taken of us when we had a dinner at Steve’s. I stood in between the boys with Danny’s arm over my shoulder and Steve’s looped around my waist. Thinking back now I realize just how into each other we were before we started dating and still get confused as to how Danny didn’t know.

I look up as the door opens and quickly wipe my tears and sniffle as I see Lou. He comes in and sits across from me on the other side of the desk. We don’t say anything for a few minutes but his presence reassures me, “I love him you know.” He looks up at me confused, “Yeah, I know.” I shake my head, “Yeah, but I don’t think anyone realizes just how long I have loved him.” He furrows his eyebrows, “What do you mean?” I smile and set the picture down on the desk, “I fell in love with Steve before I even met him, I know that sounds crazy but it’s true.” He nods with a slight chuckle, “Yeah sounds a little crazy.” I chuckle slightly, “I can pinpoint the moment I realized my feelings were more than friendship. It was after this one case when Danny had been hurt and I remember he called me to tell me because he knew how close we were. Danny was fine, obviously, but I still panicked and he calmed me down, something only one person before could do so easily, but he was my brother not some stranger I talked to on the phone. I said about how I just need someone to rant to about everything Danny does but it can’t be Danny because he’ll worry about me because I worry about him. Without another word or even the slightest hesitation he gives me his number and tells me to call him whenever I need to talk. I didn’t think I would use it and then Danny yet again got hurt and I called Steve and we were on the phone for hours. I didn’t know it at the time but that’s when I fell in love with him.”

Lou nodded his head, “Yeah, he has that way about him. Always showing up when you need him most, and saying just the right damn thing that calms you down and you can’t understand how he does it. It’s just who he is.” I nod, “Almost losing Danny or Steve is hard enough but knowing that both of them are hours away from dying, I can’t even explain how I feel. It’s like I’m suffocating and the world around me is fuzzy and all I can think about it what I’m going to do without them.”

He stands up and comes around the desk, “You won’t have to live without them , we’ll find a way to fix this.” I nod and look up when Jerry opens the door, “Steve’s on the phone.”

I jump out of the chair and run out and Jerry starts talking to Steve, “There’s someone here who wants to talk to you.” I push him out of the way gently, “Steve!” I hear a happy sigh, “Hey, baby.” “How are you guys? Is there any signs showing.” I don’t get an answer and the silence tells me everything I need to know, “How many?” I hear him take in a deep breath before answering, “All of them.” I let out a shaky breath as I choke on a sob, “How long?” I bite my lip bracing myself for the answer, “A couple hours.”

I cover my mouth so he doesn’t hear me cry, “Y/N/N, Danny wants to talk to you.” I sniffle, “Okay.” I blink back tears as Danny comes on, “Hey lil sis.” “Hi Danny.” I hear him sniffle and I let out a breath to calm myself, “Don’t you cry, alright, we’ll find a way to fix it.” “Sis, you need to prepare yourself, just in case.” I shake my head violently, “No! You aren’t dying today! Steve’s not dying today! No one is dying today! Do you hear me!? No one!” “Y/N/N-,” “SHUT UP DANNY!” I hear him sigh before I hear talking in the background before I hear Steve’s voice, “It’s alright Y/N/N, it’s going to be okay.” I know he’s not meaning them making it out alive I know he’s talking like they’re going to die and I’ll get over it. My voice breaks, “No it’s not. I love you, I need you….we need you.” I know it’s not right to make him feel guilty but i couldn’t help it. I hear him take a deep breath and sniffle and my tears fall faster as I realize he’s crying, he knows the outcome is against us, “I love you too, all three of you.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“The summer before you, I thought love was Shakespearean, more or less a painful experience only ever real if you’re delirious. But little did I know that you would be the one I’d confide in, learn how to try with. Little did I know you would be the one that would save me, learn how to change me. It’s not over yet Steve, don’t give up. You wouldn’t let me so I won’t let you.”

I heard a small sob escape his throat, “Okay, it’s not over yet. I love you.” I close my eyes with a small smile, “I love you too.”

As soon as the call is disconnected I fall into Lou and breakdown. He rubs my back as he speaks, “It’s okay, they’re gonna be okay.” I look up as Adam comes in, “I have a lead, but we have to move now.”

When Lou and Adam get the antivirus they come back to HQ and drop off Adam and Lou will go out in the helicopter to give them the antivirus. Which lead to our current conversation, “I’m going with you.” Lou spins around and shakes his head, “Oh hell no, it’s to dangerous there’s a storm rolling in.” I grit my jaw and cross my arms before popping my hip to the side, “I said I’m going with you it wasn’t a question, it was a statement. And I swear to god I will shoot you if that’s what it takes to get me on that helicopter.” Everyone looks at me surprised and I yell, “ARE WE GOING OR NOT!?”

I squeeze my eyes shut as I look out of the helicopter. I don’t like heights, the only time I’m fully relaxed is when I’m with Steve. I feel the helicopter jerk to the side and I bite my lip as the bile rises into my throat. Lou snaps his head to me when he recognizes the look, “Oh God, please don’t puke.” I glare at him as the copilot hands me a bottle of water. I take it from him with a smile and look down as the pilot announces we’re here.

I jump up and point, “There! Right there! I see him!”

The helicopter jerks again and I watch as the case falls into the ocean, “No, no, no.” The next thing I know I’m all but in Lou’s lap as I watch Steve dive in after it and the wave takes him under, “Steve!”

Time Skip

I knock on the glass of the room the boys and Tani are staying in. They look up and smile. I press the button when they get closer, “Hi guys.” They all say hi but I’m only looking at one person, “I told you.” He chuckles, “Yeah I know, you’re always right. How are you feeling?” I shrug and pat my stomach, “All good, no more vomit since yesterday.” He smiles and I turn to Danny with a smile, “How’re you doing?” He nods, “As good as I can get with this selfish lunatic trying to kill me all the time.” Steve glares at Danny and yells at the same time I do, “HEY!” Danny looks at me with mouth agape, “You’re defending him!? He almost got me killed, on multiple occasions!” I scowl before crossing my arms, “First of all Daniel, yesterday wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know until you guys were already on the boat and you’re one to talk, who was there by your side when you were stuck in front of a bomb and the slightest movement would have killed you? Oh that’s right, Steve, and you can pretend to hate him as much as you want but you’ve said time and time again that if anything happens to you, you want Steve to take care of Grace and Charlie. So shut your trap before I come in there and pummel you.”

Steve crosses his arms and smirks and Danny looks at me offended and Tani laughs, “Oh God I frickin love you, you have the Williams attitude and the McGarrett stubbornness. Those kids are gonna be stubborn and sassy as hell.” I nod and Junior sighs, “Yeah it’s funny until you live with it. Trust me, pregnant hormonal Y/N is not someone you want to mess with. She almost killed me because I finished the orange juice.” I shrug and nod in agreement, “It’s true, I also chased him down with a spatula because he stole some eggs right out of the pan.” Steve laughs and pats Juniors shoulder, “Buddy you’re in for one hell of a surprise if you think that’s from the pregnancy, she’s always that protective over her food.” Junior looks at me and I raise my eyebrow with my arms crossed as he curses, “Damn it, now isn’t the time to tell her I finished her cookies is it?”

My eyes widen and I grit my jaw, “YOU WHAT!? Oh you son of a bitch be glad there is unbreakable glass between us or so help me God I would castrate you!” Junior gulps and Steve sighs, “Yeah, that is pregnancy hormones. She usually just smacks you with something. Never threatened to castrate me before.”

I smile at Steve before sighing, “God I wish there wasn’t glass between us right now.” Everyone besides Steve scrunched their face in disgust and Danny starts gagging profusely, “Oh god I think I’m gonna be sick.” I roll my eyes, “No need to be dramatic about it, I’m literally pregnant with his children,” I motion to Junior before continuing, “and Junior was there when it happened and we have defiled HQ more times than you can count and Danny was there for like 98% of it.” Danny has a look of absolute disgust and Junior looks like he’s gonna cry before Danny groans, “Oh God please tell me nothing happened in my office.”

Steve and I glanced at each other before glancing at Danny and he starts gagging for real this time, “Ew, ew, ew, how many times and tell me it wasn’t on my desk!?” I bite my lip and look at Steve again apologetically knowing he’s stuck in there for another week with Danny, “Like, umm, I don’t know, like, ten, maybe fifteen times, and ummm…..I’m sorry?” He pushes Steve’s shoulder and yells, “You disgusting perve! You fucked my own sister in my office on my desk!? What the hell is wrong with you!” I opened my mouth to say something and stopped myself until Danny went to punch Steve, “DANNY!” His head whips around to me still holding the front of Steve’s shirt, “He uh, he didn’t initiate it in your office, that was me.” He drops Steve’s shirt and looks like he’s going to cry, “Why? Just why?” I shrug, “I was horny, why else?” He covered his ears and walked away. I look at Junior and Tani to see them both amused but also disgusted. I roll my eyes, “Relax your offices are safe.” They sigh in unison, “Oh thank God.”

Once they walked away Steve chuckled, “You're so mean.” I shrug before he continues, “And thanks for saving my ass, if he knew I was the one that started all those times in his office I would be dead.”

I chuckled, “You’re welcome, just don’t tell him about the time we did it in his kitchen. He may die.”

I looked at Steve wide eyed as I saw Danny’s red face and he yells, “YOU DID IT IN MY KITCHEN!?”

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beetlebug-bii · 1 year

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can you maybe also do Mammon with nightmares Bug?

Authors Note: absolutely starling! I hope you're ready for more silly writing!

Content Warnings: Cussing, Mammon Mammoning

Requests Open!

Mammon's Nightmares

TLDR: Mammon has trauma and needs a hug my friends but also he is the most crackhead brother and I love him

Mammon's nightmares are...

Honestly probably some of the sadder ones

While Lucifer dreams of dozens of different terrible things, Mammon's nightmares all concentrate in one place

And that's you and his brothers

Yeah he feels guilty about Lilith, he misses the little shit every day

And yeah, he also is scared of Michael and father but...

The thing that really digs at him is the idea of his brothers and you actually just...hating him

Like yeah they all say it

But only half of him believes it's true!

He and his brothers used to be so close...

He and Lucifer were practically inseparable, he and Levi were best gaming buds, he was always there to help Asmo, he practically helped raise Satan and the triplets...

And then there's you and oh my stars does he just adore you

From your personality to your looks to that starry gaze you hold just for him he just cannot get enough

Usually, he sleeps fine, you are always there to reassure him and he typically dreams of his marriage with you, Goldie, and his baby coins with little faces which by technicality could totally be nightmares

(note, mammon needs to stop thinking of money as people in his dreams, it's really starting to freak him out-)

But on the nights you aren't there well...

The two of you sleeping in the same bed happened long before you two were actually together

You were awoken on countless nights by the creek of the door and nervous footsteps before he found his way under the covers

You would ask him what was wrong and he would remain silent, tracing the lines of your hands with his fingers

After a while, he would ask if you thought he was stupid, worthless, or any number of other absolutely heartbreaking things that clearly came from a bad dream...

Eventually, he just couldn't seem to get a wink of sleep without you. Like he would be absolutely vibing with his hot girl racecar bed (its secret, its in his closet, shhh don't tell anyone)

And then he would fall asleep and have the most mind shattering nightmare

Like bro get ur ass in his racecar bed okay?

Like you're his emotional support human what are you doing slacking off

"oh I'm sleeping in my own bed"

Uh, no, he doesn't want to hear it.

If you're in your bed, so is he

Watch yourself

He's YOUR parasite

Smh

Still though nowadays in your relationship when he has a nightmare he is honestly a mix between heartbroken and absolutely OFFENDED

LIKE HOE

WHEN HE SAID

"I cant get a good nights sleep without ya, you're like...my home and you make me feel safe...or whatever..."

HE MEANT THAT SHIT

MOVE YOUR ASS HE IS GETTING IN BED

YOU TWO ARE CUDDLING NOW IT IS

M A N D A T O R Y

ARE YOU COMFY

wait no seriously are you comfy he has to know

Do you need a snack or some water-

Yeah he may have been the one with the nightmare, but you are his precious human and he needs to make sure you're okay

So the two of you cuddle and chat, cracking jokes, every so often you mention things like wanting to marry him just to watch him stutter and fumble

Both of you are so cozy too

you might be in your bed, you might be in the racecar pretending to run from the cops

you might be in the racecar actually running from the cops MAMMON WHY CAN YOU DRIVE YOUR BED

Regardless Mammon feels safe with you and you never manage to fail at making him feel better

Like its gotta be a skill at this point

"I love ya Mc" he would tiredly yawn in your ear, part of him wanting to just put his tongue in there out of spite

he doesn't though

You're having a moment

You whisper it back

You shove your tongue in his ear

he screams.

Fucker.

Romance💕

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me mammoney

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t3a-tan · 1 year

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The Party Was Crazy Last Night - Chapter 4

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Comments and reblogs keep me posting! A roller coaster of emotions this chapter... TW: concussion, panic attack

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“Once upon a time, there was a little dragon living in the woods with his friends, Pecky the bird, Squeaks the mouse, and…Bill.”

A giggle interrupted the beginning of her story-telling, and Sammy smiled, looking down to see her baby brother looking up with a dazzled expression. His laughter was contagious, her grin only growing with exposure as the young boy rocked back and forth, so far from sleepy. Sammy would change that in no time. She cocked an eyebrow knowingly, but prompting the boy to speak regardless.

“Bill? Is bill…a duck?” He asked, giggling again at the images being conjured in his mind. Sammy rolled her eyes fondly.

“A duck? How silly… He’s obviously a worm.” She tapped him on the nose lightly, relishing in the delighted squeal it caused. “Good job knowing what a bill is though, bud.”

He beamed at the praise, looking up at her with admiration.

Sammy knew how much her brother looked up to her– she knew how special he was and promised herself the moment he was born that even her little three-year old self wouldn’t let anything happen to him. The way his eyes sparkled at almost everything around him, and the way he was so fully-formed from day one; knowing exactly what he liked and wanted from the moment he came into the world.

In stark contrast, she didn’t know who she was at all. She was good at almost everything she tried, she absorbed information wherever she could, but she didn’t really want or like anything. Not like her brother. Nothing was hers, nothing was special.

Nothing besides Tanner.

It was unhealthy and she knew that, but after their cousin moved out she found herself latching onto her brother like he was some kind of life support. She heard her parents talk. Sammy knew she was the favourite and it was painful… Even more so when she could see how absolutely oblivious her brother was to all of it.

He deserved all the love in the world, but it seemed that he wouldn’t get it. Not like her. Tanner was ‘special’, but just…not in the way that people wanted. Not in the way that the world would allow him to thrive.

Sammy smiled again, hiding the sadness she felt whenever he looked up at her in that way. Even so, the oddly receptive boy noticed, and with only curiosity he asked…

“What’s wrong, Sammy?”

She blinked in surprise, but her smile only faltered briefly before she was grinning just as brightly as before.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong, Tan–”

“Are you sad because I’m dead?”

The words hit like a freight train, stopping her in her tracks and leaving her stunned; unable to move, her vision blurring slightly. The more her sight shifted, the more her brother’s body changed. First he got older, then he got skinnier, and skinnier, and skinnier, the bruises spreading across his body like a raging wildfire… and finally, he was burning: flesh melting from bone like it wasn’t even a person to begin with.

“I died and it was all…”

“Stop it…” Sammy covered her ears, realising what was going on but finding herself unable to look away. Her eyelids felt like they were glued open, and no matter where she looked she could only see her brother…haunting her. No contempt in his eyes, but an innocent look that made her hate herself that much more.

“Your..”

Sammy dug her nails into her scalp, pressing her ears harder but finding that noise filtered through it as easily as it would air. She rocked herself back and forth where she was sat, only to find now she was chained by her ankles, wrists and neck. She couldn’t breathe.

“Fault.”

She tried to scream and to cry but her throat was closed, blackened eyes gazing down at her like the devil himself. She could feel the chains slowly turning into hands, pulling her down further and further from her brother until she couldn’t see him anymore. She would never see him again…

Tanner was special. He was better than her. He should’ve lived.

He should’ve–

Sammy awoke, her mind consumed by panic as she found herself trapped within the dream; unable to fully wake up and instead stuck in a limbo. Her vision was blurry– not that it would do any good in the dark dusty walls– her heart was going crazy and she still couldn’t breathe or scream or cry. Pure unbridled pain poured out of her like a fountain, and she curled up, her muscles tense and shaky.

I’m useless. I’m a terrible sister…

She rolled over onto her side, continuing to choke on her own vocal chords as if they were poison. She wanted to fall back asleep and stay in the eternal abyss of nothingness forever, but instead she was stuck here…

I’m in hell. I deserve this.

Her nails gripped into the flesh of her forearms as she wrestled with herself, trying desperately to free her mind from the panic whilst simultaneously believing this was exactly the karma she was due.

Why wasn’t he the favourite… for once…

Finally, a sob escaped her lips. The moment it did, more strangled cries left her trembling body, her muscles starting to obey her again but she simply curled up tighter. Her nails curled in deeper until she could smell the blood dripping onto her bed; staining it red. Her mistakes painted clear as day.

Mum, dad… I don’t want this. I hate living in hell. I hate being alone like this– I hate myself so much. You can stop blaming Tanner now… It was all me.

Her cries became softer the longer she let them out, and her body began to relax. If her eyes weren’t half open she would’ve seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but instead she was lost in her mind. Every regret she had ever had… They were pumped into her head like drugs, forcing her to become worn out, thirsty, hungry, and all of the above.

Sammy slowly sat up. She looked at the packet of M&Ms, feeling numb but silently buzzing with resentment. Oscar was tricking her. There was no other reason to act like he was towards someone like her; someone completely unremarkable. Annoying. Difficult to be around. Broken.

Sammy was not special. It was plain to see.

Pulling herself out of bed with laboured movements, she looked at the watch she had placed just opposite her nest. It was early…still early enough to get some food that wasn’t directly from a human. Sammy pulled on her fabric boots and threw on a roughly made dress and cloak before grabbing her pack and heading to leave.

She stopped just outside of her den, glaring back at the M&Ms sitting against one of the walls… Then, she began to drag the entire pack out with her in order to give the ‘gift’ back. It was clearly not a gift.. What if he had poisoned just one of them, like some sick version of russian roulette? No. She couldn’t take any chances.

Hauling the chocolates out onto the kitchen counter she gave it another shove of finality before completely discarding it and leaving it for Oscar to find whenever he woke up. If that upset him, good… He would know that Sammy wasn’t dumb enough to make the same mistake again.

Focusing now on actually borrowing something that wouldn’t ultimately kill her, Sammy turned around only to find Oscar standing right there. Startled out of her angry state, she squeaked in surprise and backpedalled before tripping over her own feet and ending up lying on her back. Letting out a small groan of pain at the impact her head made with the wooden countertop, she opened her eyes again dazedly, almost forgetting Oscar entirely for a few blissful moments.

“Shit– sorry, I didn’t mean to ah…scare you.” The human’s voice shook her to her core, reminding her immediately of the threat looming just overhead. She tried to sit up, the whole world spinning as a splitting pain rang throughout her skull. Sammy groaned again, clutching her head and shutting her eyes tightly as she leaned forwards.

“That was a nasty trip…is your head okay..?” Her eyes shot open again when she realised how much closer that had sounded that time, and although he wasn’t as close as last night it was still enough to make her shuffle back again before pushing herself up to her feet unsteadily. Another stab of pain shot through her and she found herself doubling over again, before falling to her knees.

There was the sound of a glass being put down distantly, but the borrower was finding it hard to focus on her surroundings when everything was blurring together. Her skin felt tight and hot and then suddenly Sammy had emptied out the contents of her stomach onto the counter, utterly helpless to the nausea that had come and just as quickly gone.

Her arms shook as she stayed on all fours, not sure what was happening or why she was suddenly feeling so awful. Did she really hit her head that hard? She stared at the small amount of vomit below her with confusion and shock, once again forgetting about Oscar.

“Okay– nope. That’s a concussion… Can you hear me…? Sammy?” She didn’t have the energy to move back any further so she instead looked up at him with squinted eyes, trying to force her vision back into focus. Several moments of silence passed, but then she felt another wave of nausea that had her throwing up on the counter again, tears appearing in her eyes.

“Hey hey…it’s okay– it’s… well I guess it’s not okay right now. Just um..” She didn’t even bother looking up again, the tears spilling silently from her eyes whilst she tried to will the pain to go away. Did I get poisoned?

“I’m going to pick you up, okay? I know you don’t want me to and if you can hear me I’m really sorry… Just…hold still. Not gonna hurt you, I promise…” She didn’t even have enough time to process everything being said before feeling two fingers curling around her waist. They were gentle, but despite that it felt completely restricting and terrifying. Sammy struggled but her limbs tired almost immediately as soon as she had begun. Oscar made some kind of shushing sound, putting her down on her side in the palm of his hand.

Sammy curled up, unable to see his face from this angle but watching as he cleaned her mess off the counter…she felt a mix between embarrassed, terrified, angry, and…tired. But she couldn’t sleep like this. Not as a captive. Why won’t my body just listen??

After already throwing up twice her stomach felt emptier than ever, and yet the nausea was unrelenting in its assault. She coughed a few times, drooling rather than actually vomiting again this time, but it was just as unpleasant to dry heave like she was… Sammy let out a small sob once she had stopped, internally begging for her body to function again.

Oscar’s fingers twitched for a moment when he saw her heave, prepared for a mess on his hands too…but it seemed like there was nothing left to throw up anyway. He winced when she began to cry after, feeling terribly guilty for scaring her badly enough that she hit her head so hard. He wished he could just take the pain away…

He hadn’t been able to sleep at all and just happened to come down to get a drink of water right as she left the wall. Since she didn’t seem to notice him, Oscar stayed quiet in hopes that she would just go back in and he could avoid freaking her out again but nooo.

He glanced at the bag of M&Ms she had dragged with her, but this wasn’t really a great time to question it.. Right now she needed to settle down and rest.. If she was showing symptoms this quickly it was probably a bad sign, and even though Oscar didn’t want to do anything against her wishes, Sammy seemed to climb to get around everywhere…climbing with a concussion was a bad idea.

He’d rather she be pissed at him– scared even– instead of being dead or injured irreparably somewhere on the floor. Despite that, Oscar could already feel the guilt pumping through his veins as he felt her body trembling in his hand. It could just be tremors from the concussion, but they were consistent enough that it was more likely to be fear.

Oscar moved slowly, making his way up to his room, nervous about what his actions intended to help would ultimately do to the trust that had been built. He had been fantasising about taking care of a sick Sammy but he never actually wanted her to get sick enough to need that… Especially not when she was still scared of him.

He sat down at his desk, moving his keyboard aside and folding up a clean hoodie before laying her down on it. His brows furrowed as he saw the way she simply returned to quietly hiccuping and holding her head. Oscar was used to having headaches regularly– he even took medication for migraines… If she was in this much pain it was probably bad.

“I-it’s okay, Sammy. I promise it is…” He was almost pleading with her to stop, but bit his lip as he leaned in, very delicately laying his pinky against the back of her head to check for blood and finding nothing. Oh god. It better not be a brain injury… He doubted it, but the worry was there. Or she hasn’t had a concussion before?

He leaned back away as she buried her head into his hoodie, but sighed again. He delicately stroked her back with a thumb, noticing that despite flinching at first she eventually got used to it. Hopefully the touch would help to ground her in reality a bit more… And take some focus off of her head pain.

“Concussions hurt like a bitch. You fell pretty hard.. I should’ve caught you or something…sorry.” He lay his head down on its side just next to her, eyes soft and concerned. “Just as soon as your balance is back in order you can go. M’not gonna keep you, I swear… I know you don’t trust me and I..fuck… I suck so hard at this.”

His gaze fell away with guilt, pursing his lips in silent contemplation for a few moments.

“…there was an old lady who swallowed a fly…” He whispered, singing under his breath whilst his cheeks flushed red the moment the words left his mouth. He inhaled sharply, very nearly dying from embarrassment but continuing the nursery rhyme once he looked over Sammy’s shuddering form.

“I don’t know why she swallowed a fly…perhaps she’ll die.” He saw her tense up at the word, but continued to sing the tune at a low volume, hoping it would be comforting as for her as it was for him when he felt scared or upset. “There was an old lady who swallowed a spider; that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her…”

“She swallowed the spider to catch the fly– I don’t know why she swallowed a fly, perhaps she’ll die… There was an old lady who swallowed a bird– how absurd; to swallow a bird. She swallowed the bird to catch the spider; that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her… She swallowed the spider to catch the fly– I don’t know why she swallowed a fly, perhaps she’ll die…” He shut his eyes, the words coming naturally after having heard it so much in his childhood.

“There was an old lady who swallowed a cat. Fancy that? She swallowed a cat. She swallowed the cat to catch the bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider; that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her… She swallowed the spider to catch the fly– I don’t know why she swallowed a fly, perhaps she’ll die…” He could feel the tiny girl relaxing bit by bit.

“There was an old lady who swallowed a dog. What a hog– to swallow a dog. She swallowed the dog to catch the cat, she swallowed the cat to catch the bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider; that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her… She swallowed the spider to catch the fly– I don’t know why she swallowed a fly, perhaps she’ll die…”

“There was an old lady who swallowed a goat. She just opened her throat and swallowed a goat… She swallowed the goat to catch the dog, she swallowed the dog to catch the cat, she swallowed the cat to catch the bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider; that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her… She swallowed the spider to catch the fly– I don’t know why she swallowed a fly, perhaps she’ll die…”

“There was an old lady who swallowed a cow. I don’t know how she swallowed a cow… She swallowed the cow to catch the goat, she swallowed the goat to catch the dog, she swallowed the dog to catch the cat, she swallowed the cat to catch the bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider; that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her… She swallowed the spider to catch the fly– I don’t know why she swallowed a fly, perhaps she’ll die…”

“There was an old lady who swallowed a horse. She’s dead of course…” Opening his eyes again, he could see that Sammy was now looking directly at him, her face scrunched up in confusion– he moved back away and out of her space quickly, his face turning even more red at the expression she was showing. “U-Um–”

“You have a nice voice.” She remarked, scanning over his expression with…frustration? Complimenting him with such a venomous look in her eyes– why did she insist on giving him mixed signals all the time? Still, Oscar brought a hand up slowly, using it to rub the back of his neck.

“Oh. Thanks… I was just trying to help you feel better–”

“I don’t understand…” Sammy spoke louder this time, and it was then that Oscar noticed the tears weren’t gone; she was just holding them in. His mouth shut with an audible clack, and he thought about asking what she didn’t understand but couldn’t formulate the question properly. Luckily she was already answering.

“Humans aren’t…nice.” It was a statement, and Oscar knew in his heart that she had every right to think that but he still felt the need to defend himself. “You… You must be pretending… I-I don’t know why, but this isn’t real. It’s not.” She continued, pushing herself to a stand before immediately losing her coordination and falling over again.

Oscar resisted the urge to catch her, simply listening. The girl held her head again and groaned, talking to herself as if every frustration in her mind was being released all at once. He hated to be the one taking the backlash, but he knew that she wasn’t talking about him– he knew his intentions… She could only guess.

“I’m not going to let it happen again. I don’t want it to happen again–”

“What to happen again?” He couldn’t help it when the question slipped out, but he had to admit he was curious. She shot him a glare, and he went quiet once more. After going quiet herself, Sammy sat down, resting her arms on her knees and looking down at the hoodie beneath her; anywhere but at Oscar.

“...I’m not a pet.” She spoke softly, almost too low for him to hear. Oscar’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to assure her that he wouldn’t dare to think of her in such a way, only for her to speak once more. “I’m not a toy…” She hugged herself as she said that, trembling with discomfort. “And I’m not some fucking dumb rat to be experimented on.” She spat, before meeting his gaze again; eyes sharp as daggers; but still wary.

Oscar had a response for the first thing. Hell, even the second. But…was she experimented on..? Is that what all those… He didn’t even want to picture her numerous scars with the added context, his horror only growing as his mind began to spiral. Get it together– she thinks you want to do that too…

It took a few moments for Oscar to respond at all, his mouth opening and closing multiple times despite not a word falling from his lips.

“I know you aren’t..!” He tried to control his volume, but she still ended up flinching despite his efforts. “I-I– of course you’re not– you’re a person..! I-I know I didn’t make the best first impression, and I regret it so so bloody much…but I promise I have not once thought of you as any of those things.”

Sammy stayed quiet, disbelieving and suspicious and fuck did that hurt… It hurt to know that she had suffered so much that she couldn’t even fathom that he saw her as an equal. He wanted to hug her and tell her he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her like that again– that he would murder whoever dared do such a thing in the first place…

But he couldn’t.

He let out a sigh, watching the way her hair rustled just at the slightest displacement of air with some sense of sadness.

“I…I’m sorry.”

She did a better job at hiding her surprise when hearing his apology this time. Oscar couldn’t even begin to hide his concern over her past, his mind already starting to conjure up horrific situations she might have been through. He was interrupted by a small voice from below– almost lost to a gentle breeze had he not been on such high alert.

“What’s worse is that part of me believes you…” She let out a self-deprecating laugh, looking down again and feeling over the hoodie beneath her with what Oscar could now clearly see was a metal hand… He felt sick. “I shouldn’t… But I do. I just wish that they were…”

She trailed off, the mysterious ‘they’ never being clarified.

Oscar was relieved that she at least partially believed he didn’t have any ill intentions, but he couldn’t manage to be happy about it when he had just found out such horrible things about her past. He simply watched her with a worried expression, tears pricking his eyes the more and more he thought about it, his chest feeling tight all of a sudden.

“You’re a big boy now, Oscar– you know I don’t like seeing you hurting... Stop it with the tears now, okay munchkin?” Oscar couldn’t help it, but he tried his best to be quieter after his mum asked, sensing the care in her voice.

“God, would you stop calling him that? And he’s allowed to cry if he wants. Don’t listen to her, Osc…” Oscar looked up at his dad when he got a gentle pat on the head, but looked back at his mum with a hiccup the moment he noticed his mum getting upset in turn.

“Why are you always trying to turn my own son against me?” She asked, although it was more of an accusation than anything. He was tugged back to her side, and Oscar didn’t mind one bit. “He’s seven already, he should know how to control his emotions properly.”

"Mum–"

“Here we go again…You’re always so fucking paranoid. I’m not having this conversation with you tonight.” His dad’s tone was angry, and Oscar went completely quiet, anxiety bubbling up in him as his mother’s grip on his wrist tightened, her stopping him in the doorway before he could walk off.

“Don’t you dare swear in front of him. You always walk off before having to face me properly..! I bet you’re just going to get drunk off your ass again and then miraculously end up in bed with some–” SMACK.

Oscar jolted at the memory. Noticing that his shaky hand was resting on the desk close to Sammy, he let it snap back to being in his lap immediately. She seemed startled, but also…worried..? Why?

“Woah there big guy. I haven’t even told you the details and you’re crying..?” Maybe it was discomfort, not worry? Oscar wiped his watery eyes hastily, clearing his throat.

“I just… I don’t like seeing people who don’t deserve it get hurt…” A pause as he collected himself more. Crying...he knew it was fine, but he couldn't help but feel embarrassed anyway. Especially because he was crying over something that hadn't even happened to him…

Sammy was silent for a few moments, trying to process that. The fact that she even had to process him being upset over the horrific things she had suffered only served to make him feel worse…

Oscar shut his eyes and lay his head down on the other side of the desk. He just needed some time to regain composure, to think a little more clearly…his eyes opened again when he felt the faintest touch on his nose.

Sammy moved away again as his eyes opened, causing Oscar's brows to furrow. But then she took a small step closer again, patting him on the cheek. Clearly she didn't have her balance back fully, but she managed to stay upright this time.

"Chin up. I'm um… I'm okay now. Alive… I mean." She spoke awkwardly, gaze averted, but Oscar could see the effort she was putting in… all to comfort him. He really was pathetic, wasn't he? She had been hurt so much and yet he was the one being comforted?

Oscar wiped his eyes again, looking down at her but leaving his head resting on the desk. He said nothing, unsure of what to say at all.

"I'm scared. Of you. Of humans. But even I can tell you seem genuine." Sammy shifted her weight from one foot to the other, fidgeting. "It doesn't make me less scared though…"

Oscar's expression softened.

"I wouldn't expect you to not be… when you're scared, I'm not upset at you… it just makes me wish you didn't have to feel like that around me." He spoke, voice barely above a whisper. "It's not your fault that humans did awful things to you."

Sammy met his gaze again, inspecting it, but Oscar was full of only sincerity. He hoped she could see that. He glanced away, feeling a little shy himself with her observing him so closely.

"I hope though that you eventually trust me enough to not have to be scared…" He admits. He wanted to get to know her, and to become friends with her. And yeah, he maybe thought she was cute too, but he didn't expect her to feel the same so he wouldn't expect anything more than friendship.

But most of all, he wanted her to feel safe. Even if they weren't friends...even if she went into hiding again, he hoped she wouldn't have to carry so much fear with her.

Faintly, she smiled.

"I hope so too…"

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mellifluousoctopus · 2 years

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I wish I could draw because if i could I'd definitely draw a little pride celebration comic strip where the first panel is just Tim with a basic 'Love is Love' T-shirt and hoodie all like: "Thanks for coming with me, guys. It means a lot to me that you're such great allies"

And then it cuts to next panel of almost the entire Extended family studying him with varying amounts of doubt, confusion, shock, and frustration while wearing A LOT of their own pride merch and get ups.

Selina is in the calmest costume of all of them. To the average person, she's in her typical thigh high boots and leather jacket civvies. To a more discerning eye, she's wearing her most sapphic earring (large minimalist wires of a naked woman's torso with small pearls as nipples) and a novelty (gasp) T-shirt, obscured mostly by her jacket, that parodies Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon album with the Bi flag colors instead of a rainbow. Her nails which are just visible are painted with a pink to blue gradient that the mirror finish of her sunglasses shares.

The most out there is Steph which is why her reaction is the most intense. She's spray colored her hair, wearing a color blocked outfit to fit the Pan colors fit with a bright blue tutu. She has appropriately colored tiny cast iron pans as earring and the flag facepainted on her cheeks and the inclusion flag pinned to her like a cape. They're not at the celebration yet but it is very obvious she is one of those people who will just keep collecting bracelets, stickers, flags, and any merch she can find when she does get there.

They rest fall between Selina and Steph. Jasons's jacket is covered in patches and pins. Duke has a pride hoodie with pins too only he's also wearing the inclusion flag and rainbow socks. Dick has face paint, an obligatory pan pun on his shirt, and booty shorts (obviously could not be seen in a still picture) that say 'Equal Opportunity' on the butt. The shirt and the shorts very obviously do not match, but he's too shameless to be pressured into changing. Cass is dressed in all rainbows courtesy of Steph.

Kate is in the least colorful outfit but the loudest with only a dash face paint and holding a flag etched black with the names, office adresses, and reelection days of politicians that supported anti-queer acts and laws and a bold 'SHUT THEM THE FUCK UP' She holds her thumb up and says: "No problem, bud."

There would be an Bonus part where Ivy, quietly wrapped in a Lesbian flag, leans over to Harley, covered in glitter and stickers to ask: "Are we sure he's a Bat." Referring to apparent lack of detective skills.

Bruce 'I choke on my emotional constipation every time I tell my kids good job' Wayne and Damian 'I'm too young to care to ask what's going on ' Wayne would be in the background dressed in minimal apparel drawn as laughably unfinished blobs in their own experience blissfully unaware of Tim's obliviousness.

Tim is also unaware of Tim's obliviousness.

And then I'd label it "Bats have the highest rates of Homosexuality of any Mammal"

This post was heavily inspired by a post by the talented Tumblr User: Oifaaa

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fandom-smut-shots · 2 years

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Striker x Reader - Picking Up Trash and Calling It Treasure 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

I've never seen a mechanical bull in person so I watched some videos on YouTube. They were a lot tamer (and honestly lamer) than I expected so I embellished. I hope I did a decent job.

Your mood had increased exponentially since your date with Striker, and all of your coworkers had picked up on it. Even Blitzø, who was the poster child of being oblivious to other’s emotions. After learning the details of your night with the rattlesnake, Millie had offered to keep it to herself, deciding that Blitzø and Moxxie were too emotional and judgmental to accept what was evidently a budding relationship. You hadn’t particularly cared one way or the other, but after the first day in the office where no one openly asked you how things were going with Striker, you found yourself grateful for Millie’s suggestion, and decided to keep up with it.

The buzz from your unexpectedly romantic picnic lasted for about a week, when it occurred to you that you hadn’t heard from the southern imp. No calls from burner phones, no texts from unlisted numbers, no mysterious messenger imps showing up at your door. Striker had left you with no way to contact him, and obviously no interest in contacting you. Initially, you’d told yourself that you were fine, that you were expecting this sort of “pump and dump” behavior from the cowboy, despite your only physical contact having been a brief make-out.

But the reality of his radio silence hit you far harder than you would have expected – or preferred.

It took about ten seconds of interacting with you for Millie to sense the change in your attitude, and another two seconds for her to pinpoint the culprit. She growled lowly, sitting beside you so that only you could hear it, insisting to her concerned husband that it you were just having a “girls talk.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” she murmured in your ear, causing you to roll your eyes.

“He’s not worth the ammo, Mills,” you countered. “Besides, it’s not like I didn’t see this coming.”

“But you were so…” the female assassin paused, searching for a word appropriate to describe your disposition after your date.

“Yeah, well, now I’m not,” you sighed, sparing a glance towards Moxxie to find him frantically looking away from the two of you, suddenly absorbed in whatever bullshit Blitzø was ranting about. “It’s fine, Millie. It was only a matter of time.”

“I know that,” she frowned, resting a hand on your arm, “and I know I ain’t the most supportive, but I really thought it would have lasted longer than one date. You said you had a really good time.”

“Evidently I was the only one,” you shrugged, your heart lurching uncomfortably in your chest. You shoved down all of the unpleasant emotions threatening to crawl their way up your throat and vocalize themselves, swallowing thickly and staring at one of the many scuff marks on your boots.

“It’s not like I fucked him,” was how you validated Striker’s sudden abandonment. You and Millie had returned to your favorite bar for Girls Night Out, which had become much more frequent as of late. Moxxie never minded, but Blitzø pitched a fit every now and then about not being included.

“It’s a good fucking thing you didn’t,” Millie countered, folding her arms atop the table. She caught your gaze wandering anywhere but her person, and her eyes narrowed. “You wanted to, didn’t you?”

Your eyes widened and snapped towards her face, and she sighed, reading you like an open children’s book.

“Of course I wanted to,” you admitted. “A girl has needs. But I didn’t, and I have plenty of toys at home to take care of myself. It’s not that big of a deal, Mills. We weren’t dating. He probably just took me out to piss you guys off.”

The door to the bar opened, and against her better judgment, Millie glanced up at the newest patron. A growl sounded in her throat, and you raised a brow at her in question. Her gaze remained on the cowboy strutting his way up to the counter, and you couldn’t help but follow her eyes.

“Son of a bitch,” you grumbled. “We need to find a new bar to hang out in. He frequents this one too fucking often.”

Millie nodded in agreement before her eyes wandered through the rest of the bar, and a grin split her lips. “You wanna make him sorry he abandoned you?”

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you watched her expression steadily turn mischievous. “What do you mean? You want me to make him jealous?”

“I want you to show him what a badass bitch he missed out on,” your friend explained. “I may not like him or support your attraction to him, but he hurt you, and I think a little revenge is in order.”

“I don’t think he’s the jealous type,” you countered, taking a sip of your forgotten drink. “He’s too fucking smug for that.”

“Maybe not over other people, but he’s a cowboy from Wrath. The way to that man’s heart is in the corner of the bar.”

You turned fully around, sitting up on your knees to see exactly what she meant. Your jaw dropped as your gaze settled on a mechanical bull in the far corner, penned off by a shitty wooden fence. Just outside the fence was a control box, currently manned by one the bar’s employees. A line of potential riders had already been formed, and there was a decent crowd gathered to watch people fail.

Turning back around in your seat, you offered Millie a grin. “You can’t be serious.”

“As serious as I am that he’s a self-absorbed cocksucker,” she grinned darkly. “You get over there and ride that fucking bull. I know you got the balance and the stamina to hold on, and once he’s watching, you can throw in a little sexuality, make him real fucking jealous.”

With a laugh, you swallowed the rest of your drink and stood up. You sauntered over to the corner of the bar, swinging your hips as you went just in case Striker was watching.

Which he was, and Millie was watching him, cackling to herself as his tail rattled with interest.

You sweet-talked the employee working the controls to let you ride next, and a flirtatious smile to the people in line granted you their acceptance. You climbed over the fence and circled the mechanical bull, making a show of mounting it once you knew you had an audience. A loud rattling sounded amongst the murmurs of the crowd, and you stifled a grin, bending your hips to accentuate your ass as you swung a leg over the machine and perched yourself on its back. You gripped the rope fastened to the middle of its back with both hands, not wanting to lose leverage this early on. Without warning, the bull quickly spun around, facing away from the crowd and giving everyone a view of the curve of your back as you settled yourself into place. The bull reared forwards, the back end lifting a few feet off the ground, and you leaned back at the same time, keeping yourself upright. It righted itself before rearing forwards again, and again, and again, until it looked like you were trying to fuck the machine rather than simply stay on top of it. With every buck, you rolled your hips, giving the audience a show.

It turned halfway, your right side facing the crowd, before bucking backwards, the front end rearing up. You tightened your legs on either side, throwing your head back and grinding against the machine. You could hear the crowd growing louder as the bucking came faster, the operator attempting unsuccessfully to throw you off. Before long, the machine had lost all rhythm, the operator following your request to give you the roughest ride he could. It bucked backwards, forwards, spun around, spun halfway.

Your surroundings blurred together, the bull never slowing down long enough for you to see anything clearly. That was perfectly fine – you didn’t want to look at them, you wanted them to look at you. The machine reared forwards again, lifting you into the air, and you released one hand, sliding it up into your hair between your horns. Your tail thrashed about behind you, making it clear that you were holding your own atop the bull.

You rolled your hips every time the bull bucked, your head back and your teeth gnawing at your lower lip as though this mechanical bull was the most sensual ride you’d ever experienced. Given the demonic douchebags you’d dated, it wasn’t too far from the truth.

Watching your every move, the operator knew he wasn’t going to throw you. So he made one final finishing move – a backwards buck, so far that the bull was nearly standing upright, with you perpendicular on its back. The fingers of one hand latched onto the rope while the other arm extended behind you, your torso leaned all the way back until you were nearly upside down.

The crowd cheered wildly, and the bull returned to its starting position. With a giggle, you dismounted, adjusting your clothes and offering the crowd a wink. You thanked the operator, which earned you a grin. He may not have known exactly who you were trying to impress, but he knew from your ministrations that you had ridden the bull to prove and point, and you’d fucking proved it.

Squeezing and squirming through the crowd, you returned to your table where Millie was standing up in her seat, clapping and shouting. You laughed just as the bartender whistled, holding up a hand to catch your attention. Raising a brow, you turned to face him, finding a fresh drink sitting at the end of the bar.

“Free drinks to anyone who finishes the ride,” he stated, and you grinned, approaching the bar to collect your prize.

As soon as the drink was in your hand, a spicy scent filled your nostrils, and you didn’t have to look to know that Striker had finally approached you.

“That was an impressive ride, darlin’,” he commented gravelly, and fuck no not those butterflies again.

You said nothing, tilting your head back and swallowing a large amount of your drink.

“I’d love to see you ride me like that,” the cowboy commented, and you absolutely did not choke on the alcohol sliding down your throat.

“Sorry, Casanova,” you countered, spinning around in the direction of your table. “I don’t ride for free. You gotta earn it.”

With a nod to Millie, which she returned, you turned and strutted out of the bar, tail swishing behind you as you went. A low growl and rattle could be heard from where Striker stood at the bar, and you smirked to yourself.

You’d fucking love to take him for a ride, but he didn’t deserve it. Not yet, at least.

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