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amentomensmut · 6 months

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Stress Relief

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

Summary: Mike comes home from work stressed, and you decide to help him out. Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+ content!, AGE GAP!! in my mind reader is 21 and Mike is 31, degrading, praise, name calling (baby, sweetheart, whore), fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, finger sucking, creampie, cum play (sorta at the end not really), also a warning for how bad i am at writing endings 😭

Note: I really hope u guys enjoy, this is my longest fic so far!! A little nervy to post for some reason. Also, please send in any writing requests or prompts if you'd like!

In the three weeks that you’d been babysitting for Mike's sister Abby, you’ve never seen Mike come home from a shift so angry before. You watch from the couch as Mike, without sparing you a glance, rips his jacket off, and walks to his bedroom. Not long after, you hear the shower begin to run.

You crinkle your eyebrows in confusion at Mike's unusual and somewhat dramatic entrance. You don’t think much of it as you wake Abby up for school, begging her to get ready faster because you already let her sleep in for too long. After getting some food in Abby’s stomach, and driving her faster than you should be to school, you decided to head back to the Schmidt household, just to make sure Mike is alright. Besides, you drove Abby to school while he was in the shower, so he might not have heard you guys leave. You should at least let him know. It’s not like you’re making an excuse to see him.

You enter the house and take your shoes and coat off at the door. It’s silent and you can’t hear the shower running anymore so you assume Mike is in his bedroom. You walk down the hallway to Mike’s bedroom door and you softly knock.

“Mike? I, um, I drove Abby to school.” You say, listening intently for a response. You’re nervous for some reason, you don’t know why. You wait for a few seconds with no answer on the other side of the door. Maybe Mike isn’t home, you think. That, or he just doesn’t want to talk to you. You turn on your heels to leave back down the hallway when you hear Mike's door open.

“Thank you. You’ve been a big help.” You hear Mike say. You turn back around to face Mike and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. He’s practically naked, save for a towel around his waist. His hair is wet and drops of water drip down his neck and chest. You won’t lie and say you don’t find Mike attractive, of course you do. But, that was a feeling you had always pushed away. Besides, the man is 10 years older than you. Mike and you, would never happen. You know that. But a girl can dream, can’t she?

“Yeah, of course. Anything I can do to lessen your load.” You say with a cheesy smile that you can’t help, and you scold yourself in your head for your pathetic answer. You keep your eyes glued to Mike's face, trying desperately not to follow the drops of water that trail down his torso. Mike lets out the ghost of a smirk at your response, and he leans on his bedroom door.

“Yeah, well, thanks again.” Mike says, like that should be the end of the conversation, but neither of you move to leave. It’s almost like Mike knows you want to keep talking to him. That you want his attention, and you can see his smirk growing bigger the longer you stand there.

“I was just-, I was wondering if you were alright? You seemed kinda stressed when you came back from work this morning.” You feel embarrassment at your desperate attempt to continue the conversation, and you cross your arms over your chest. For a split second, Mike's eyes watch the way your cleavage becomes more emphasised by your actions. He acts like it didn’t happen, and it happened so fast you question if it even did.

“It was just a stressful shift, that’s all.” Mike says, and his eyes bore into yours.

Before you can even think about it, the words leave your mouth.

“I could help, if you want. Y’know, relieve the stress.”

Mike doesn’t even look fazed by your words, but you want to be swallowed by the ground right now. The lazy smirk on Mike's face remains, and you start to fidget with your fingers nervously.

“You wanna help me to relieve some stress?” Mike asks. You timidly nod your head and Mike can’t help but softly laugh.

“You know sweetheart, I don’t bite. Relax a little.” Mike says, probably referring to the fact that you look incredibly nervous. Mike walks a little closer to you, and you’re now standing only a couple inches apart.

“I see how you look at me. You try to hide it, but you’re not very stealthy.” Mike says slowly, trying to gauge your reaction to the shift in moods. You suck in a sharp breath at Mike's words, and you curse yourself for being so obvious with your little crush.

“Sorry.” You say somewhat quietly, and Mike shakes his head.

“No, no. No need to be sorry, I find it flattering coming from a pretty girl like you.” Mike says as he tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ears. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you feel Mike's hand cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing circles into it with his thumb.

“Tell me what’s going on up here.” Mike says softly as he moves his thumb from your cheek to your forehead. You bite the inside of your cheek. You’ve gotten this far, you might as well just tell him.

“I wanna help you relieve some stress. Wanna make you feel good.” You say, and Mike’s eyebrows raise at your bold words. He brings his hand down to your chin, holding it with his pointer finger and thumb. He brings his thumb to your lips, and you slowly open them, letting him push his thumb inside your mouth. You suck his thumb into your mouth, flicking your tongue along the underside of it and hollowing your cheeks. Mike groans and he pushes his thumb as far into your mouth as it can go.

“Jesus Christ.” Mike practically moans. You keep your eyes locked with his and after a few more seconds Mike retracts his thumb from your mouth. “You want it that bad, huh?” Mike asks teasingly, and you nod your head. “Yes.” You confirm.

Mike brings his lips down to yours in an instant, wasting no time. You gasp at his sudden actions and he takes advantage of that by entering his tongue into your mouth. You grab at his shoulders while he cups your jaw with both of his hands. He turns both of you around and begins to walk you back into his bedroom. Your hands reach his hair, softly tugging at the root and you hear him whine. Mike sucks on your bottom lip, catching it between his teeth and pulling it back before sitting you on the end of his bed. You look up at him and he takes your face in his hands.

“You wanna make me feel less stressed, baby?” Mike asks in a teasing tone as he looks down at you. His crotch is in line with your face, and you can see the outline of his dick through the towel.

“Please.” You say, and you swear your mouth starts to water at the thought of sucking Mike’s dick. The towel that was once hanging low around Mike’s waste is now on the floor. You practically moan at the sight of Mike’s hard cock. It looks like it hurts, with precome steadily dripping from the tip. You slightly smile at the fact that you were able to do that. You take the base of his cock in your hands, and you slowly stroke him up and down. You watch the way he tilts his head back, exposing his neck to you. Mike grabs your cheeks with one hand, smooshing them together so your lips purse out.

“Take it into your mouth, baby. You’re a big girl. You can do it.” Your legs clench together at his words and Mike brings the hand that was once on your face to the top of your head. You kiss the tip of Mike’s dick, licking away some of the precum. You suck the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. You hear Mike groan and push your head down farther onto him. You hold his thighs for support as you take him deeper. You moan around Mike’s dick and you feel him twitch in your mouth. You gag as he hits the back of your throat and Mike moans loudly.

“God, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Mike says as he pushes your head down as far as it can go, until your nose touches the coily hairs at the base of his cock. He guides your mouth off of him, leaving a trail of spit that connects your lips and the tip of his dick. Mike wipes away the tears that started to fall down your cheeks and he guides you back onto the bed. He kisses you deeply as he hovers over you. He brings his lips down to your jaw, neck, and your collarbones; softly sucking and licking. He helps you take off your shirt and your bra and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, and then moving to the next one giving it equal attention.

“Mike, please.” You whine, squirming as Mike places a kiss between your breasts. Mike sits back and runs his hands up and down the sides of your body.

“Oh, you're feeling extra polite this morning, huh? Please, Mike. I wanna make you feel good, Mike.” Mike mocks you with a tiny laugh. You groan in embarrassment and hide your face with your hands. Mike just lets out another laugh and wraps his hands around your wrists, prying them away from your face. He transfers both of your wrists to one hand, holding them over your head as he uses his other hand to trail his fingers down your body.

“Don’t hide your pretty face now, sweetheart. I wanna see it when I make you cum.” Mike says nonchalantly as he dips a hand inside your leggings and panties to feel your dripping cunt. You clench around nothing when you feel his middle finger dip into your wetness and bring it up to your clit, rubbing slow circles around it. You moan softly as Mike teases your clit while never taking his eyes off of your face.

Mike begins to rub your clit faster, and you buck your hips up into his fingers. You hear Mike laugh at your eagerness and he presses soft kisses into your neck. Mike takes his fingers off of your clit and he snaps the waistband of your leggings against your pelvis.

“Can I take these off? They’re uh, a little restricting.” Mike says with a little laugh, and you join in, giggling as you nod your head at his question. Mike takes his hand off of your wrists to take your leggings and panties off. Once they’re off, he spreads your legs and you hear him groan at the view of your wet pussy in front of him. Mike inserts a finger into you and you moan loudly, arching your back off the bed.

“Dirty girl. You like getting fingered by older men?” Mike says with a smirk and you dumbly nod your head. Mike adds another finger and he pumps them in and out of you quickly. The sounds of your heavy breathing and your pussy squelching around Mike's thick fingers make your legs begin to shake. Mike spits on your cunt to lubricate it even more, and that's what makes you come undone. Your cunt clenches around Mike's fingers, sucking them in as he fingers you through your orgasm.

You breathe heavily, recovering from your orgasm as you watch Mike suck your cum off of his fingers. Mike leans in to kiss you again, softly this time and you smile against his lips in your post orgasmic bliss.

“M’gonna fuck you now, okay?” Mike says sweetly and you nod your head. Mike runs his hard cock through your folds, and he catches your clit, making you jerk a little. Mike slowly begins to push himself into you and you throw your head back against the pillow.

“Fuck, knew you’d be tight when I felt you around my fingers.” Mike grits out, and he continues to push himself into you until he bottoms out. Mike starts to move at a slow pace, and he whines when you beg him to move faster.

“Fucking whore. Bet you think about me fucking you when you wait for me to come home from work.” Mike spits out as he pushes himself harder and deeper into your sloppy cunt. You moan at Mike's words, and you try to reply but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper.

“I bet you touch yourself to the thought of me at night. I bet you’ve touched yourself thinking about this exact moment.” Mike says, as he brings his thumb to your sensitive clit and starts to rub harsh circles.

“Mike, I’m gonna cum.” You cry out, and you clench around Mike's cock.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.” Mike moans out, fucking into you so deep, a ring of your cum and his has formed at the base of his cock. You run your fingers through Mike's hair, harshly tugging on it as you come undone at his expense. Mike buries his face into your neck as he cums, sucking at your pulse point. You feel his cum shoot into you and it only prolongs your own orgasm.

After a couple minutes of you two catching your breath, Mike takes his face out of your neck and gives your forehead a kiss.

“You were so good. Amazing.” He says, praising you as he begins to slowly pull out of you. He watches the way his cum slowly leaks out of you, and he pushes it back in with his middle and pointer fingers.

Mike gets up to go get you a warm towel and the only thing you can think about as you lay, legs shaking, on Mike's bed, is thank god for Mike being stressed.

#fnaf #fnafmovie #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #smut #Josh hutcherson smut #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut

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of-dragonss · 2 years

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Ive had a really bad day 😭 dew fluff?

here you go lovely! i’ll be combining this request with this one if you don’t mind !

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵

— dewdrop x reader (gender unspecified)

summary: dewdrop surprises you during a ritual

Loving you.

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵

Being a stage technician for the band had its perks. For one you got to travel the world, albeit be brief moments in beautiful cities. Spending time outside the Abbey was good for you. No longer in that stuffy uniform you wore around, instead in an all black casual outfit just like the rest of the technician crew. It was nice walking around in jeans and a nice button up for a change.

But the biggest perk was getting to spend time with your boyfriend, Dewdrop, before and after rituals. You loved watching him perform from the sidelines. Always in awe of his talent with his guitar. Having the fans craving his attention as he got close to the edge of the stage to throw one of the picks he carried during performances. Maybe a little too close for your liking. You’ve seen the members take a few tumbles during your time as a stage tech, and you know one of these days he’ll take a fall right in front of the pit.

“All I’m saying Dew is one of these days you’re gonna fall face first in front of the fans. Remember when Swiss fell off his platform earlier this tour? Watch your footing, please.” You teased lovingly, swinging your legs as you sat on the stage, watching Dewdrop adjust his guitar next to you, resting his forearm on the floor of the stage. You can practically see him rolling his eyes behind the goggles of his mask.

“I’m always careful.” He shot back at you, sticking his tongue out at you childishly. “Besides you’re always watching out for me. If I fall, I know I’ll be in good hands.” He set his guitar down gently where he was leaning from the stage to stand in between your legs. Snaking his arms around your waist to pull you closer, careful not to let you slip. “You’re always looking out for me.”

“Because its my job, doofus.” Your arms wrapped around his neck, smiling up at him. “Well, no, I take that back. It isn’t my job to babysit you and the rest, any injuries you get is not my fault. I’m only in charge of making sure sound and lighting are okay. So if you fall it’s every man for themselves.” Dew scoffed as he pushed you away gently, taking a few steps back.

Before he could say anything else, Copia called everyone to their places for their last practice round before fans started lining up outside the venue doors. Dewdop quickly kissed your cheek before the two of you ran off to make sure everything was working smoothly for the north american tours last ritual.

And everything has run smoothly so far. The ghouls and Copia didn’t fall on stage, the fans were screaming lyrics at the top of their lungs, the lights were working properly, sounds weren’t deafening or cutting off, pyrotechnics worked great, and everyone in the building was content and happy. You and the other stage techs were quietly jamming along to the songs in the sidelines, content with another successful ritual. Sister Imperator will be pleased to hear about.

The familiar tune of Cirice traveled through the air, and the crowd screamed in excitement. The pit was bustling with the anticipation of who Papa would choose to sing to today, fans hoping to get a chance to get Circied. An occasion people could only dream of. Instead of walking to the front of the stage, Papa walked over to the sidelines, where you were standing. Dew walked over to the front, eyes shifting focus to him.

Papa stuck out his hand to you, confusion written on your face as you hesitantly took it. Following him to where Dew stood, who was now looking at you. Copia directed you gently to keep walking to him as he sang, eyebrows furrowed and heart beating wildly in your chest as you stood next to Dewdrop, hands held close to your chest to keep them from shaking. While you did run around after the opening acts finish their sets to prepare for Ghost, this was entirely different experience on stage in front of thousands of people.

This was definitely not part of the show. Dewdrop stepped closer, resting his mask gently against your forehead. Then it suddenly clicked in your head. You were being Ciriced. Not by Copia, who was standing a few feet behind close by, gesturing over to the two of you as he sang. You were being Ciriced by Dewdrop. Who you knew was looking directly into your eyes as you stood there confused. But nonetheless you smiled lovingly at him. Closing your eyes and leaning into him a little, careful not to get to close to his guitar.

The crowd seemed to not mind as some turned on their flash from their phones to gently sway in the crowd as the song continued, Aether and Rain standing at the far ends of the stage. Copia singing passionately into the microphone in his hands, unable to hide the smile on his lips as he watched his two friends in front of him.

It felt like it was just the two of you. No one else mattered at the moment. They didn’t exist to you as you focused on the pressure of the mask on your forehead and the body heat Dewdrop radiated off of him. Opening you eyes as the song came to a close by the sudden cold when Dew pulled away you tilted you head at him as the last cords played in the speakers.

Dew drop kneeled in front of you, hands reaching to pull out a box. Your eyes widened as the crowd cheered loudly watching Dewdrop open the little black velvet box. Your hand flew to cover your mouth at the sight of an engagement ring neatly placed in the center.

“Will you marry me?” It was hard to catch as the crowd was cheering at the two of you, but you heard Dewdrop loud and clear. Words didn’t come to you. Choked up with so much love for the ghoul in front of you, you could only nod your head rapidly. As the fans screamed once more, Dewdrop gently slipped the ring on your finger, standing up to engulf you in a hug.

“Give it up to the happy couple!” Copia instructed, clapping his hands together. The rest of the ghouls cheered as well, Aether and Swiss clapping wildly and cheering. The ghoulettes squealed in excitement for the two of you.

Soon everything died down and you were escorted back off the stage, right before Dewdrop kissed your cheek one last time to play the last few songs for the night.

When the last of the fans left the building, Dewdrop ran to over to you backstage where you were patiently waiting, engulfing you in a tight hug, spinning you around.

“I convinced Papa to let me propose to you tonight. I wanted to surprise you, Y/n. I love you so much. You mean the world to me.” He ripped his helmet off his head and started peppering your face with kisses, his hands gently holding the sides of your face.

Giggling at the onslaught of kisses from your now fiancé, you pulled away to stop his attack so you could kiss him properly. “I love you too, Dewdrop. I’m so happy.” Another long kiss before you two almost went crashing down by the sudden impact of Aether throwing himself to bring you both into a hug, which was followed by the rest of the ghouls circling you in, talking 100 miles per minute. Closing your eyes and resting your head on Dews chest, with a sigh you smiled wide. Happy to be with the people you loved most. And happy for what’s to come in the future.

#dewdrop x reader #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #the band ghost x reader #the band ghost #my work #this was kinda rushed i apologize

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babygirl-garcia · 5 months

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A request from @jenny-from-the-bau for Jenelope, and boy is this fluff sweet 😭

I have no name for this as of right now, but the doc is called

Historians Will Say They Were Besties

There were lots of things Penelope Garcia was good at: baking, babysitting, cat-sitting, hacking. But if you asked anyone at the BAU, or anyone who had known Penelope her whole life, they would tell you that throwing a killer party would rank very high on that list.

Which was precisely how she, JJ, and Emily had ended up curled up on Penelope’s couch after her birthday extravaganza, Emily sat on the far right, legs over JJ’s, who herself was nuzzled into Garcia’s side. Each of them had a tub of ice cream in hand, and they were currently halfway through an episode of Drag Race.

A shift in Penelope pulled JJ’s focus from the tv to the blonde to her left, and she peered up at her. She watched silently as Garcia scooped a bit of ice cream from the tub, slipping the spoon into her mouth upside down so that the dessert fell flush against her tongue. She pulled the spoon away, observing it, before it met her tongue again, and JJ felt a lump form in her throat as Garcia drug her tongue, flat, up the inside of the spoon slowly, licking it clean.

There were several things Jennifer Jareau was good at: Hand-to-hand combat, cooking, having impeccable music taste-

What Jennifer Jareau was not good at was hiding her feelings for Penelope Garcia.

And even worse, processing those feelings.

JJ scrunched her nose, trying to hide her slight displeasure when Penelope suggested-

“We should do each other’s makeup!” Her grin was so big and bright that it would put the sun to shame. She flipped off the television, sitting up so that she could face JJ and Emily fully.

“Ooh, that could be fun!” Emily interjected before JJ could protest, and the blonde’s gaze flitted to the dark-haired woman, Emily herself fighting a smirk with a grin to match Penelope’s. “JJ can do mine, I’ll do Pen’s, and you can do JJ’s.”

JJ choked a bit, eyes widening. “I-”

“Yeah!” Penelope bounced in delight. “Please, Jaje? It’ll be fuuuun…”

JJ met Penelope’s gaze, bright hazel eyes pleading, and JJ’s heart skipped a beat as Penelople’s lower lip slipped under her teeth. She looked back to Emily, who offered an innocent shrug, not bothering now to hide the smirk that played at her lips. Closing her eyes, JJ took a deep breath. “Okay, sure.” The thought of Penelope that intimately close to her set her heart on fire, her nerves in shatters. But, hey- if you can’t beat fear, do it scared, right?

When JJ opened her eyes, Penelope’s face was full of more joy than she’d ever seen, and she all but dragged her guests to her room, throwing her closet open to retrieve a large box. “Okay, I have so many colors, and glitter and stamps-” She opened the box and presented it before JJ, beaming proudly, and JJ swallowed thickly at the array of items inside, but Penelope was so adorable and excited that she couldn’t bear breaking her heart and telling her no. “Pick your poison, gorgeous. We’re gonna make you even gorgeous…er.”

JJ chewed her lip nervously, and Emily laughed at Penelope’s phrasing. “I… Garcy, I don’t know, I don’t… usually wear any of this stuff… you choose for me, huh?”

This seemed to please Penelope, and the woman wiggled in delight. “Ooh! Okay, with those breathtaking baby blues you’re working with…” Her face scrunched deep in thought as she dug through the box, her lips pursed, before, with a sound of triumph, she pulled a small pallet from it. “…we’ll stick with neutrals, browns and beiges, with a super chic wing, and some mascara for those lil blonde lashes.”

JJ laughed softly, shaking her head in amusement. “Oh, dear Picasso, my face is your canvas.” She teased, giving a soft yelp as Penelope pushed her back onto the bed.

“Oh, no, darling.” Penelope grinned devilishly. “I’m more of a Van Gogh, and you are my Starry Night.” JJ froze, heart practically leaping out of her chest as Penelope climbed on top of her, straddling her carefully. “And an artist needs to focus.” The world around JJ disappeared, and it was just her and Penelope as the other woman leaned in, face inches from JJ’s, tongue peeking out between glossed lips in focus. They remained like that until Penelope giggled softly. “JJ, you have to close your eyes, love.”

Shit. “O-oh-! Shit, you- you’re right, I… m’sorry-”

Penelope waved her comment away, swirling her brush around in a warm brown-colored shadow block. “Don’t apologize, Jaje, it’s your first time.” If JJ didn’t know any better, she’d swear a smirk flashed across Penelope’s before it disappeared just as quickly as it had made itself known. Rather awkwardly, JJ hesitated, trying to figure out what to do with her hands before deciding to rest them, fingers linked, on her own stomach. “Now- eyes closed!”

JJ did as asked, lids fluttering closed, and Penelope was even closer than she had been. So close, in fact, that JJ couldn’t tell if the heat she suddenly felt came from the woman on top of her, or from JJ’s own frazzled state. Either way, her heart raced hard in her chest, and part of her wondered if Penelope could feel it. She shivered as, without warning, Penelope tenderly blew a bit of air onto JJ’s face to get rid of the fallout.

“Right, open.” Came Penelope’s voice from above her, and when JJ followed instructions, her mouth grew dry as she realized Penelope was mere inches from her face, studying her work. “Beautiful.” Penelope said, voice soft, giving JJ’s nose a gentle boop with her pointer finger, earning a chuckle from the blonde beneath her. Penelope set back to work, and JJ opened and closed her eyes where appropriate. “Just about… there…” Penelope mused, before she frowned slightly. “Oops!” She flicked her tongue across the tip of her thumb, and JJ froze below her as she ran her slick thumb along JJ’s cheekbone, fixing a bit of eyeliner. “There…” She said softly. When she was through, however, Penelope didn’t withdraw her hand; instead, she opened her palm, resting it gently against JJ’s cheek, and her thumb stroked the skin there. “Perfect.” Penelope whispered, and JJ let out a shaky breath, leaning slightly into Penelope’s touch.

JJ’s eyes fluttered closed once more, chewing on her lower lip. After a moment, a soft laugh from Penelope urged her to inch an eye open. “What?” JJ asked curiously.

“Hmm?” Penelope hummed innocently. “Oh, nothing, I just thought, with you being a profiler and all, that it would be so fucking easy for you to realize how badly I want to kiss you right now-“

“So do it.” JJ’s mouth moved faster than her brain, but she didn’t care: the broad grin that stretched across Penelope’s face made it all worth it.

“I want you to say it. Consent is important, you know.” She teased, grin not wavering.

“For god’s sake, Penelope-” JJ started with a chuckle of amusement, and used her impressive core strength to lean up to close the distance between the pair of them, lips crashing against the analyst’s. Penelope’s free hand found its way to JJ’s other cheek, holding her close as humanly possible. Garcia tasted of peaches, lips softer than JJ could have ever imagined. Being this close to her, JJ could feel that Penelope’s heart was racing just as fast as her own. Still, neither of them made an effort to take the kiss anywhere hotter, both enjoying the moment as it was- soft and tender.

A soft chuckle from the corner of the room pulled them from each other, both women breathless, and Emily sipped at the glass of wine she’d helped herself to. “It’s about goddamn time.” She said with a grin. “I’m glad that I could be the one you both came to, but damn if keeping mutual pining a secret isn’t difficult-”

JJ fell back against the bed, flipping Emily off with one hand, throwing her other arm around Penelope’s neck so that she fell with her, and they were both enveloped in the other’s intoxicating kisses once more.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #jenelope #jj jareau #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #jj jareau x penelope garcia

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m1ckeyb3rry · 10 months

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Catching and Falling

Pairing: Satoru Gojo & Fem Reader (platonic)

Length: 2.7k words

Summary: Satoru Gojo is not quite sure how he feels about you, the child that took his beloved babysitter away from him. AKA the pomegranate ink prequel mini one shot nobody asked for, featuring Gojo and Y/N’s relationship before she joins Tokyo Jujutsu Tech.

Warnings: minor swearing, gen fic, makes more sense with knowledge of pomegranate ink but ig could technically be read without that

A/N: Something completely random based off of Gojo mentioning during the exchange event chapters that Mrs. L/N used to babysit him before Y/N was born!! I am VERY scared of writing Gojo so Gojo stans please be gentle about me mischaracterizing him horribly 😭🙏🏻 I did my best

Satoru Gojo stood in the dimly lit hallway of the L/N manor and craned his neck, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible when peering through the open door. It was not the child that everyone was cooing over that he was trying to see; in fact, it was someone else entirely.

“Satoru! Did you want to hold the baby?” his mother said, noticing his curious gaze. His expression immediately dropped into a scowl as he was forcibly handed that thing.

“Where’s Mrs. L/N?” he grumbled, glaring at the baby in his arms, which gazed up at him with large, adoring eyes. It was a dainty and tiny creature, like a little dove, entirely unaware of the vitriol he held for it. He was tempted to throw it across the room, but it would not do for the almost-twelve-years-old heir of the Gojo name to toss around the child which might one day stand beside him as the head of its own clan.

“She’s resting,” his mother said. “It’s hard to be the mother to an infant, you know.”

“When can I see her again? I don’t like the other people who watch me. Mrs. L/N was nicer,” he said.

Mrs. L/N, the mother of this child — she had belonged to Satoru first, hadn’t she? She had told him that he was her favorite person in the whole entire world, allowed him to have extras of everything she made for him, turned on movies he wasn’t supposed to watch and ate popcorn as they made fun of the characters. She was only ever supposed to be his babysitter. So why’d she have to go and have a baby of her own?

“Likely not for a while,” his mother said. “She’ll be far too busy with this one.”

“That’s not fair,” Satoru said. “Tell her she has to spend time with me.”

“She is a L/N, not a Gojo,” his mother said. “It’s not our place to demand things of her. If you really want to see her in the future, you could marry this one.”

She pointed at the baby, which was still held securely in his arms. It was a good thing it was so secure, too, because his mother’s words almost made him drop it as he gagged.

“It’s a baby,” he said.

“A baby that will one day become a woman capable of using the Reverse Cursed Technique and maybe even healing entire armies with it,” his mother said with a shrug. “Allying our clan with the L/Ns would be a smart move, so I doubt your father would have anything to say about it, and then your precious Mrs. L/N would be your mother-in-law.”

“But it’s a baby,” he insisted. The baby shifted in his arms, blinking lazily at him, perhaps mesmerized by the bright blue of his irises.

“She will grow older,” his mother said.

“So will I,” Satoru said. “I don’t wanna marry it. That’s gross.”

“It is a she, and she has a name, by the way,” his mother said.

“What is it?” he said, though he didn’t really care. He just was getting that sense that his mother wanted him to ask and wouldn’t let him go until he did, so he jutted out his chin and waited for her to answer.

“Y/N,” she said.

Satoru’s eyes widened. There was only one person who could’ve chosen that name: Mrs. L/N herself, who had been enamored with the story of the Heian sorcerer Y/N, the woman that had died sealing Sukuna before being revived by her husband, one of the healers of the L/N clan.

Abruptly, he handed the baby back to his mother. If it was true that Mrs. L/N really loved the thing more than she loved him, then he wanted nothing to do with it at all.

☆彡

“Gojo!” the toddler shouted, chasing after him — well, chasing was being generous, he was walking at a medium pace while she wobbled desperately to keep up — and reaching out her chubby little arms in his direction.

“Leave me alone!” he said. Technically, as the now-head of the Gojo clan, he should be attending the meeting with the rest of the higher ups, but he had been told in no uncertain terms that he was a child and ought to play outside with the rest of the children. When he argued that he was a teenager, they laughed and said that that was actually worse before slamming the door on his face and locking it to ensure that he could not get inside.

With a sigh, he deactivated his Infinity and crouched, wondering if they’d find him mature for entertaining the little girl. She began to babble in delight, fingers opening and closing when she reached him, tugging on his clothes, his hair, and his ears. He scowled but did nothing more, finding it to be too much effort to tell her to stop. What an irritant. How did the poor Mrs. L/N deal with having such an insufferable being at her side constantly? He was sure that she regretted it all now.

“Gojo,” she said again. That was the one thing she seemed able to say with confidence, and he patted her on the head for it.

“That’s right, Gojo. That’s me,” he said, pointing towards himself before pointing towards the locked door where the higher ups were having their meeting without him. “And the people in there? They’re assholes. Can you repeat after me? Ass-holes.”

“Ass-holes,” she parroted.

“Oh, shit,” he said as he realized he had just taught Y/N how to swear. Now he would never be allowed into a meeting of the higher ups.

“Shi — shit?” she said, stumbling over the foreign word and tilting her head at him as if seeking out his approval. His already pale face went even whiter, and he began to make the cut-it-out motion.

“Nope, no, stop saying those things! Stop it! What would Mrs. L/N do if she heard you?” he said with a groan. To make matters worse, the door squealed open, and the higher ups filed out, still chatting amongst themselves about whatever had happened during the meeting.

“Ah, Satoru, thank you for watching Y/N, you really didn’t have to do that!” Mr. L/N said, swooping his daughter up into his arms. “I hope she wasn’t too much of a bother.”

“Um, no, she was fine,” Satoru said faintly, his head spinning as he realized this might actually be the end for him. Every single important person in jujutsu society was gathered there, and though he didn’t necessarily care about their opinions of him, they had the capabilities to make his life incredibly difficult if he made them upset.

“Papa,” the toddler said proudly. “Ass-holes!”

The room grew deathly silent. Mr. L/N’s jaw dropped, and he narrowed his eyes at Y/N, who was entirely unaffected by the tense atmosphere, giggling to herself about whatever it was that dumb little kids found amusing.

“Darling, who taught you that word?” Mr. L/N said.

Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it don’t —

“Gojo!”

Fuck.

He decided then and there that he would never have children.

☆彡

Satoru hated the stupid parties that he was forced to attend under the guise of being a good clan head. He usually tried to slip away as soon as he had finished eating, but today was different; namely, that annoying thing was following him once again.

“Gojo, your glasses are so cool,” she said. “Can I see them? Huh, can I? Please please please can I try wearing them?”

“How about you please please please try bothering someone else?” he snapped. “The twins are your age, and Noritoshi Kamo isn’t that much older. Play with them!”

“But my father said I’m not to associate with the Zenin twins in case their uselessness rubs off on me, and Noritoshi Kamo is too busy to play with me, so I can’t! Also, my mother said that you were really super duper nice and cool, so that’s why I’m following you around,” Y/N said. He froze at the mention of Mrs. L/N, whose face was the first he thought of when someone asked him about his mother.

“Fine,” he said, taking off his glasses and placing them on her face, ignoring the stabbing pain in his head as his Six Eyes were exposed to the harshness of the world. “There.”

“Do I look nice? Do I look like you?” she said. “I can’t see anything, so you have to tell me.”

“You look —” He was going to say stupid, but it would be a little uncharitable for him to call her that to her face. “Not as cool as I do.”

That got the job done. And it was true, to boot; there was just no way that he looked quite as ridiculous as she did with them on, the black lenses too large, dominating her face and giving her an owlish appearance.

“Nuh-uh, I bet I look even cooler!” she whined.

“Impossible,” Satoru said with a snort. “No one’s as cool as me.”

“Y/N! Come say hello to Noritoshi, won’t you?”

“Oh, it sounds like my father is calling me. Can you help?” she said, feeling around blindly for the door. He watched in amusement before bending over and plucking the glasses from her face, putting them back on and smiling slightly at the relief they provided.

“Hey, wait, Y/N. Does your mother mention me a lot?” he said. Surely she must have. After all, he had been her favorite person growing up, so of course she regaled her daughter with tales of their time together.

“Nope! I don’t even think she knows who you are?” she said, voice ticking up in that way characteristic of children, as if everything they were saying was a question. Satoru tried to fathom this, a world where Mrs. L/N did not even recognize him. Mr. L/N never brought her to clan meetings or parties, so he had not seen her since Y/N had been born…had she forgotten about him entirely? In such a short time?

Y/N. It was definitely Y/N’s fault. Though it was petty, he stuck his tongue out at the girl’s disappearing back and hoped for something equally as horrible to happen to her.

☆彡

A few days later, the news came out that Y/N L/N showed no aptitude for the Reverse Cursed Technique. The failure of the L/N clan, she was lambasted as an embarrassment akin to Ogi Zenin’s twin daughters Maki and Mai.

Satoru thought it must be his fault for cursing the girl. Every night, he’d feverishly whisper apologies to whatever deity he had accidentally contacted, telling them that it was alright, he didn’t care that much, it was fine that Mrs. L/N didn’t remember him as long as they gave Y/N the Reverse Cursed Technique back.

It was all for nothing, because of course it was not actually his doing; whether Y/N L/N could use her family’s Composition had been determined at her birth, and nothing he could do or think or say would change that. Still, Satoru stared at his hands and felt something like guilt whenever her small face crossed his mind.

☆彡

Y/N L/N stopped coming to meetings and parties after that. They were trying to hide her away, he reasoned. It made sense. It was probably what he would’ve done, if that was his situation. They would try to make it like the girl and her mother had never existed, and then she’d be quietly married off to someone like Noritoshi Kamo in the hopes that she’d strengthen their bloodline enough to make her entire measly existence worth something.

He found he missed her. She had been a pain, but she had reminded him of her mother in some way. And…and she was definitely annoying, but it had been kind of nice, having someone look at him the way she did, all awed and genuine, with no ulterior motives behind it. She didn’t really care that he was the head of his clan or the holder of the Six Eyes and Limitless. She thought he was cool just because he was himself.

☆彡

“Say, do you have any siblings?” Suguru said. It was an entirely random question, one Satoru thought he must’ve answered already, but then again, it wasn’t something that came up very often, so maybe that was why he was asking.

“Yeah, one,” Satoru said. “Little sister.”

“Really? I’m an only child,” Suguru said, a hint of jealousy entering his voice. “What’s she like?”

“Dunno,” Satoru said. “I haven’t seen her in years.”

☆彡

Maybe there was something to be said for the fact that when everything went wrong, he did not wish for his mother to come back. It was Mrs. L/N’s face he pictured, her in her youth, when his parents would leave him at the L/N manor for days on end. That bright-eyed woman, the only one who had ever cared about him, the singular person who treated him like a child instead of a god — he cried and he cried and he wished she was there to wipe away his tears and tell him it wasn’t his fault, tell him it was alright that he couldn’t save everyone, tell him she did not blame him for any of it.

His own mother had never loved him, anyways. To her, he was not Satoru but Gojo, as he was to everyone else. He did not resent his power, but everything else that came with it was like a poisoned barb in his skin, so painful that occasionally, he wished he had been born a L/N instead.

☆彡

Y/N L/N was to marry Noritoshi Kamo. He was not quite sure what the girl thought about it; to his knowledge, Noritoshi was kind and gentle and handsome, so there was no real reason for her to complain — besides the fact that she was being forced into it.

It seemed that that was enough. It was obvious to anyone with eyes (and Satoru had six of them, so imagine how obvious it was to him) that she was unhappy, and Noritoshi was no better. They were two children pretending to be in love for the sake of politics, and the sight was actually sickening. Especially because it was her, that girl he had known since her infancy, the one whose mother he loved like she was his own.

That was why he followed her out onto the balcony when she left after Naoya Zenin or some other such unimportant person made a crass comment about her relationship with her fiancé. He wasn’t sure what, exactly, he could say to make it better, but he wanted to say something. To give her some kind of agency, to free her before the chains that bound her mother wrapped around her as well. Because he understood, now, that it had never been poor little Y/N’s fault that Mrs. L/N had had to stop seeing him — it had been the clans, the L/Ns as a unit, who had reduced the woman to nothing but Y/N’s mother, and Y/N to nothing but a failure, and Satoru to nothing but a tool with which they could exorcise curses. And after all, tools were not supposed to need love, and failures were not supposed to need freedom, and mothers were not supposed to need anything.

Fuck that.

She was about to jump, or maybe not. Maybe she was just enjoying the night air and the distant fragrance of the nearby gardens and the stars hanging in the sky. He wasn’t sure, but his heart leapt in his throat at the thought of this girl, this Y/N L/N, dying. He did not want that. He did not want it to happen in that way.

“I won’t catch you if you fall, you know,” he said casually, conversationally, as easily as if he was talking about the weather. That was because it was a lie.

He definitely would.

#ummm uhhh i tried posting on here for once???#it was kind of nice honestly maybe i should do it more often #m1ckeyb3rry writes #pomegranate ink #jjk #satoru gojo & reader #reader insert

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why can I imagine Vali manipulating Dr. Strange in that new post where he's babysitting her like "if you don't take me to disneyland I'm telling Clea you're bullying me!" (dad Loki in the background proud of her) 😭

Young Váli very smart and very cute and very spoiled by her parents and her teacher.

Thank you for the ask!

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“The art of meditation is a powerful tool for a sorcerer,” Dr. Stephen Strange said. “It allows the sorcerer to calm their mind and connect to the mystical energy that surrounds them and feel the tides of it, both to understand the past, as well as— Váli, are you paying attention?”

Váli was sitting across from him on the floor, her legs crossed, leaning on her hand like she was the most bored little girl in the world. Her eyes were filled with the fire of the Bifrost. Strange put a gentle hand on her shoulder and she came out of it.

“And where were we this time?” he asked.

“Nowhere,” she said.

He waited for her to give him the real answer.

“Disney World…” she muttered.

“We’re supposed to be learning how to meditate,” Strange said.

“I don’t wanna learn how to meditate,” she said. “I wanna go to Disney World.”

“You understand how important this training is, yes?” Strange asked.

“You keep talking about the end of the world and stuff,” Váli said. “But that happened already, I learned about it in history class.”

Strange sighed.

“Yes, Ragnarök has passed,” he said. “But there are other worlds that have yet to end, and we’re trying to prevent that.”

“That seems like an Avenger thing,” Váli said. “Papa says I’m not old enough for that.”

“I’m aware,” Strange said.

“I don’t think he likes you,” Váli said.

“I’m aware of that too,” Strange said. “Can we continue?”

“Can we go to Disney World?” Váli said.

“No,” Strange said.

Váli pouted.

“That’s not going to—”

She sniffed.

“Váli, we need to get back to work.”

She shifted to have her wolf ears and they drooped.

Strange pinched his nose.

“Will you promise to do at least an hour of the lesson?”

One of her ears perked up.

A few hours later, Váli ran into the Great Hall with a lollipop the size of her face. She ran up to her brother and hugged him.

“Why are you sticky?” Nari asked.

“I got you this!” she said, handing him the lollipop. He noticed the very familiar cartoon icon on the plastic wrapping.

Strange followed Váli in, looking annoyed.

“Might I speak with your father?” he asked.

Nari took Váli back and sent Loki out. Loki noticed the candy on his way to speak to Strange.

“Again?” Loki asked. “I didn’t think you were this much of a pushover.”

“Please don’t tell Sigyn,” Strange said.

“I make no promises,” Loki said.

“How does she do it?” Strange asked.

Loki shrugged.

“She’s my daughter.”

#prompt #fanfiction #vali #doctor strange #nari #loki #logyn #loki x sigyn #Love Duty and Glorious Purpose fic #LDGP Sorcerer Vali AU

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sarah-dipitous · 6 months

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 316

Nihilism/Damaged Goods

Huzzah!! It only took uninstalling, reinstalling, and then restarting Netflix and then my whole tv to get picture back on but I did it!! So an spn double header

“Nihilism”

Plot Description: as Sam and Castiel try to free Dean from Michael’s control, it falls on Jack to protect the bunker from a monster horde outside

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died. I’m guessing that this is happening in Dean’s mind as either a way to pacify him or convince him to be Michael’s vessel forever

Omg it took a second watch of the first five minutes to realize that Rocky’s Bar (the bar this Dean owns) is in the Rocky and Bullwinkle font…like moose and squirrel, like Crowley used to call them 😭 I miss Crowley

That was a really good distraction to get the angel cuffs on Michael

The reapers have SHIFTS to babysit the Winchesters now?? Amazing

Then how did they get back to the bunker?? If violet didn’t take them there

Ugh… the way Dean is living the same rainy day over and over in his mind. Please wake up from this groundhogs day

Jack’s faith in Dean is 🥺

MICHAEL. STOP LYING TO JACK.

Damn. Michael is even more blood thirsty than Lucifer

Sam’s so desperate for whatever cab save Dean

I’m not going to make comments about why Dean’s mind seems empty

It’s really just super dark because of the trauma

Oh good. Dean’s…….oh no. Michael’s adjusting Dean’s memory to fit what Sam and Cas are saying , but not faster than Sam can make him remember

TWO JENSENS??

Not only is Michael cruel, he’s annoying. He’s stalling til his monster army gets to the bunker

Oh damn!! Since they can’t actually kick Michael out, they shoved him in the cooler of the fake bar in Dean’s mind and now Dean is The Cage. Ngl. It was kinda hot to hear him say that for some reason

Me to Megumi 🤝 Cas to Jack: I’m not mad at you, I’m just trying to keep you safe, and you are making it SO. DIFFICULT.

Awwww it WAS Billie who got them out of the place Michael was at the beginning

Well, at least now I know that whatever fate is in Billie’s books can be changed because I know for a fact Dean doesn’t die the way her books tell it. It’s way, way stupider

Omg they’re really Avengers Infinity War/Endgame-ing this. All of the books say Dean dies with Michael escaping his mind and burning down the world….except one. The one where he dies on a rusty nail for some reason

That said, I can’t believe Billie let him read AND KEEP THE ONE BOOK WHERE IT DOESNT HAPPEN?!

“Damaged Goods”

Plot Description: Dean decides to spend some time with his mother—until Nick shows up looking for a secret Mary stashed away for safekeeping

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: if Nick wanted to kill me, he just would

How does this demon not recognize Lucifer’s vessel

“We don’t hug. I mean, we do, but only if it’s the end of the world or something” truer words never spoken, Sammy

I’m so glad Dean has Donna to take him to go get the best burger

😭😭😭 I’m so proud of Dean for making his needs known and seeing that they are met, even if he’s not forthcoming about WHY he needs them

I MUST know what’s in the Winchester Surprise

When did they get Garth out of the trunk?

Yeah, I ALWAYS think “I should do some welding” when the archangel banging around in my brain starts making my vision go wonky

Nick, you can’t roll up to a small town in a creeper van asking for the friend of the sheriff…

Nick better not actually hurt Donna

I hate that they’re probably right to worry about Dean, but I also don’t like that they’re going behind Dean’s back like this, ESPECIALLY Sam, who seems to be on his way to the cabin

Dean’s read the one way he won’t die with Michael taking over. I don’t know how the whole story goes or if they’re able to divert that to something else but…..let him have some time to process

Ok, we’re getting closer to whatever Dean’s really up to

So Nick is angry because Mary trapped the demon (instead of killing) who killed Nick’s family. I can’t believe he just asked her if she still had the box like she wasn’t dead for three decades

Oh…but she knows where the box is

I really hate Nick putting these women in danger.

The way the writers can’t come up with another way of describing an archangel possessing one of the boys other than “wearing me to the prom” it’s been like ten years, and they’re still going with that

Dean, you’re not talking about Nick when you mention people you think are past saving…or you’re not JUST talking about Nick

Nick, you dumb piece of shit, don’t you dare hurt Mary

Boys!! And Donna!! Thank god you showed up

You know it’s bad if Sam doesn’t think you’re worth saving

What was — oh. Oh no. Dean. Dean, you HAVE to realize Sam is not going to let you do this. He built some kind of box nothing can escape and is planning to pay some hush money for someone to drop said box (WITH HIM INSIDE) into the Pacific Ocean, so it’s just him and Michael duking it out in his brain FOREVER. Sam KNOWS what it’s like to be stuck with an arch angel or two. There is no way this happens

I can’t believe you were ever part of Team Free Will, the way you’re talking, Dean. I can’t believe you’re asking Sam to help you with this insane plan and I CANNOT BELIEVE HE AGREED

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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Bruno X reader babysitting Antonio together please <333 (Bruno and reader are dating :)

꒰ ➼ ❝ the jaguar doesn’t bite !! ❞ ꒱

bruno x reader

warnings: nothing!

a/n :: THIS IS SO SWEET I LOVE THIS ASK SM ANON !! this was so much fun to write 🙏 😭 :: i have a few asks to get through, so if you are asking me if i got your request i probably did, i just have a few drafts i need to finish, sorry. tumblr has been eating some of my requests though i’m pretty sure, so don’t be afraid to ask me if i got yours.

you and bruno had both agreed when felix asked you to take care of antonio. pepa seemed a bit hesitant, leaving her kid in the hands of someone else, bruno even more so. even after they reconciled their relationship did have rough patches. she didn’t say anything, though the small cloud above her head said enough.

antonio welcomed you into his room, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. sure, you had been in there for the ceremony, but you swear everytime you visit it just keeps on getting bigger. as you were admiring the scenery of the room, you began walking towards the large birch tree with antonio. bruno looked around with you before letting out a scream. you whipped your head back, and watched bruno race off in a hurry as a jaguar raced towards him with mighty speed.

‘he doesn’t bite!’ antonio exclaimed, grasping your hand and racing after bruno, who was racing with purpose and fast pace before his foot slipped beneath a root of the large tree, tumbling as he groaned. the jaguar had caught up to him now, and had resorted to licking him. kneeling beside him, you rubbed a thumb over his forehead, which was red with pressure and in the future going to become a rough bruise. antonio halted parce, which you learned to be the jaguars name. bruno groaned, sitting up. antonio blinked.

‘i told you he didn’t bite.’ he reminded, shifting away. bruno shook his head, saying it was fine, but you swore you could hear him muttering that ‘it’s a jaguar…’ under his breath.

once you had made your way to the tree, you sat bruno down and pulled out bandaids from the bag you insistently brought with you. (for antonio of course, but you didn’t want to embarrass bruno anymore). he protested as you stuck a bright pink bandaid on his leg, sighing. you drifted your attention to antonio, who seemed happy enough to play with his animals by the river.

‘are you alright?’ you soothed, running a hand through his hair. he blinked, rubbing his forehead slightly.

‘yeah, yeah i’m good..’ he reassured looking on as antonio played around with the capybaras. ‘.. should we..?’ he muttered flicking his eyes ever to antonio and back to you.

‘..oh!’ you laughed. ‘yeah, sorry.. i’m not good with this type of stuff.’ you listened as he hummed.

‘neither am i. we can do this together, right?’ he asked, eyes flicking to you as you grasped his hand. placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, you turned your attention once more to antonio. he looked at you, all of his animals pausing as he raised an eyebrow.

‘gross.’

you let out a laugh as bruno turned into a flushed mess, trying to recover himself. ‘oh, i’ll show you gross!’ he exclaimed, placing his hands on his hips. antonio clapped his hands, and parce was ready to jump into action. bruno deflated, shrinking behind you. ‘you know what…? nevermind! we can just… talk it out. yknow?’ he chuckled. you had to admit, time really did fly by when you had fun. you had been amused by antonio for so long that time had slipped by, only being altered of what time it was by antonio as he got fatigued, tugged you along as he asked you to tuck him into his comfortable bed.

he wasn’t the first to drop, though. bruno had forced himself to stay awake, rubbing his eyes like a tired child and eyes drooping the moment he wasn’t engaged in conversation. he had curled up on the bed next to antonio (because it was obvious to both of you that he needed to sleep). you were going to wake them up, you swear; but you just didn’t have the heart. seeing them curled up together comfortably was just a sight that you really didn’t want to end.

in the end, you gave up and leaned into bruno, delving into a land of dreams along with them. you just hoped that pepa and felix weren’t going to come back home anytime soon.

#encanto x reader #bruno x reader #bruno encanto x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto fluff

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