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goforshexgo · 4 months

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Smart one

You were up studying for a test, strange maybe for your other vk peers except for Carlos, but you cared about your academics and liked to do well academically. Halfway through your notes you heard someone start knocking hard on your window, it was Jay Al Jafar, one of your closest friends and the boy you had the fattest crush on. Not like you'd admit that, though. You rolled your eyes as you got up and opened it.

"Man, how many times do I have to tell you not to knock so damn hard, Jay." You scolded as the long haired boy climbed through your window, grinning.

"Yea yea, 'It's held together by broken hopes and dreams.'" He quoted as he walked further into your gloomy room before sitting on the dilapidated footboard of your bed and crossing his arms as he gazed at you with his signature smile. Rolling your eyes again, this time with an additional head shake and a smile. You sat back down at your desk and started your studying again.

"What do you want Jay ?" You asked but it sounded more like a statement, earning a pout from your dark haired friend.

"How lowly do you think of me to think that I came over to see you just because I wanted something from you ?" Jay pouted as he feigned hurt before a charming smile overtook his again as he walked over to the run down desk you sat at

"Very. Now what do you want ?" You questioned again not bothering to look up at Jay, who was now standing next to you, his hands planted firmly on the desk as he looked down at you.

"Anthony got this new watch, I want it." Jay confessed with his signature smile, the smile that you loved hated. "And he's throwing a hellraiser tonight."

"I'm not going to a party just to help you steal his watch." You told him flatly continuing to look down at your tattered text book and notes that smelled of mildew.

"Oh c'monnn, you owe me anyway." Your head snapped up to him upon hearing his words. You didn't owe Jay shit.

"I don't owe you shit, Jay." You asserted pushing back in your chair to cross your arms across your chest. Jay chuckled before moving his face closer to yours.

"Oh come one, just this once ?" Jay pleaded, looking at you with the prettiest brown eyes you swore you ever saw.

Hiding the flustered feeling you feel at his proximity you spoke.

"Oh, just this once ? You know it funny because I remember you said that when you asked me to try to steal one of Cruella's coats ? Oh, or when you tried to steal from Gothel and you got me to distract her ? Oooo, or what about the time you tried to convince me to sneak you into-"

Jay cut you off before you could finish the long list of "Just this once's"

"Okay okay, so it's not just this once but I swear it's worth it."

You stare at him with a bored expression as he talks

"And why is that Jay ?"

"Uh, because you get to spend time with me."

"Get the fuck out Jay."

"Come on, you know you want to spend time with me."

His voice sing-songy

You wanted to spend time with him, bad. Like embarrassingly bad. You'd never admit that though.

"Nah, I'm good."

You rejected

"C'mon... please ?"

Jay begged as he grasped at your hands, and VK's never said "please."

"Fine, but you owe me Al Jafar ."

You asserted as you stood, a finger pointed at his chest

"Yes ma'am."

When you got to Anthony's party it was already in full swing. The lights were dim and moody, the music was blaring and kinda shitty because of the busted speakers that the people of Auradon threw away to the people of the isle, and the air smelled of mold, sweat, and expired perfume along other expired hygiene products. Bodies danced and grinded, others stood in corners and chatted or tried their best look as evil and pretentious as possible.

"What now Jay ?"

You questioned as you looked around at the party that went on before you

"Gotta find Tremaine."

Jay answered as he grabbed you hand and walked into the party.

You felt your stomach leap as he made contact with you, frantically looking down where you two were now connected, then smiled to yourself small-ly

The two of looked around for three minutes tops, Jay still holding your hand, before he turned around to you.

"Can't find him, wanna dance ?"

He offered casually.

"We looked for less than five minutes."

"And we couldn't find him, so do you want to dance."

With a roll of your eyes, you agreed and began to dance.

"Was this your plan all along, Al Jafar ?"

"You really are a smart one, huh?"

I changed my mind for the plot of this fic last minute so I'm sorry the ending is lackluster. Also I haven't written fanfic in years. ISN'T HE JUST DREAMY THO 😍😍

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ariesbilly · 3 months

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just a little something for @harringrovelovefest but it doesnt fit any of the prompts lol

Billy knew dating a straight boy would bring nothing but trouble. Cyd had warned him enough back in Cali, told him how straight boys may be good for a one time fuck, get it out of your system, but that's it. Don't go try pursuing anything more, because it'll never be anything more.

And Billy had taken that to heart. The one time in his life he didn't feel the need to put his hand on the stove to test its heat, last thing he needed was some straight boy running scared, opening his big mouth to let the world in on Billy's little secret. Maybe he played with danger a little too much, but he also knew when to play it safe to save his own ass.

Which is why Steve Harrington had been such a fucking enigma.

Billy knew better, and yet he let himself fall for the king of small town America, the poster boy of Ideal Heterosexual Living. He was such a fucking idiot.

He'd gotten a few good months out of it, at least. Definitely some of the best sex he's ever had - once he taught Steve how to properly use his dick, anyway. And he's gonna miss having that asshole hanging onto his every word, clinging to him like another limb. That absence is gonna be a bitch to fill.

But Steve, apparently, is ready to go back to pussy, if the visual Billy's getting from the parking lot of Family Video is anything to go by. Can see clear as day through his windshield, into the store, how Steve is leaned over the counter, smiling all big and bright at some chick he thinks they went to school with.

Billy knows flirting when he sees it. Honestly, he just wishes Steve had the decency to not flaunt it right in his face. Could've taken her to the back and fucked her in private without Billy having to have this image burned into his brain.

Whatever.

He slams on his horn, finally alerting Steve to his presence.

Steve perks up at the sound of the horn. Billy's a little early to pick him up from the end of his shift, but only by a few minutes. Robin can clock him out, it won't matter.

"Gotta go, Shelly," he says to the girl on the other side of the counter. "But make sure to come back and tell me what you thought about Animal House. I'm telling you, it's a classic!"

Shelly laughs and agrees to his request before heading out, and Steve can't get out of the store fast enough. Yells his goodbye to Robin and runs out the door, panting as he plops himself into the passenger seat of the Camaro.

"Hey, tiger." He grins. And it's only now that he notices the voice coming from the radio. Just about the last damn thing he ever expected Billy to be listening to. "Is this Dolly Parton?" He wants to laugh, but the somber look on Billy's face and the next words out of his mouth have him refraining.

"My mom liked her. Got a problem with that?"

"Uh... no. No. Dolly's great."

Billy pulls out of the parking lot without a word. The track on the cassette changes, and the melancholic lyrics fill the silence.

When you love somebody With all your heart and soul And you want to keep them with you But you know they want to go What do you do? What do you say? When you know they want to leave As bad as you want them to stay

Billy's fingers tighten around the steering wheel. This song was always a bitch to get through, but it's downright torture right now. He thinks about changing it, but it would only draw attention. Best to just push through it, act like it's just another song. Keep his feelings down like usual.

Steve notices the shift, though. He also notices the way Billy's eyes have gone a little glassy, starting to fill up with tears.

He gets it. Billy's mom is a sore subject for him, and as he listens to the lyrics spilling out of the radio he can't help but to feel bad for his boyfriend. There's an ache in his chest like he's carrying Billy's emotions for him. He wish he could. Wishes Billy didn't have to feel a single bad thing for the rest of his life, he's already felt enough.

And then the chorus starts, and Steve's mind switches over to his own past woes.

And there's nothing quite as sad as a one-sided love When one doesn't care at all and the other cares too much It's a sad situation, I must say When someone wants to leave As bad as you want them to stay

Nancy feels like a lifetime ago. And he's over her, he is, but. Some wounds take longer to heal.

This song would've hurt more had he heard it back then, in the thick of it. But now he can mourn that period of his life for what it was and look at Billy and take pride in what his life is.

You know how much I love you But I know you don't love me And I know it's just a matter of time before you leave But I, do I stand aside and just let you walk away? But I know you want to leave As bad as I want you to stay

Billy wonders when the blow is gonna come. How long it'll be until Steve breaks the news. Will probably let him down easy, because that's the kind of guy Steve is. And Billy won't go down without a fight, because that's the kind of guy he is. Can't ever let things go without kicking and screaming.

Maybe he should end things first, beat Steve to the punch. Leave his ass blindsided, leave-

"Hey," Steve's voice comes gently, along with the hand now holding Billy's on the wheel.

They're stopped at a red light, so Billy chances a glance over.

And there's nothing quite as sad as a one-sided love When one doesn't love at all and the other loves too much It's a sad situation I must say

"I'm glad I have you." Steve smiles, all soft and sweet. Delicate, like he's stepping through a minefield. "I'm glad we have each other."

Billy's breath catches in his throat. Doesn't know what kind of sick game Steve is playing. But he's holding Billy's hand, and he's staring into his eyes, and he looks sincere.

His mom had looked sincere, too, all the times she told him she loved him. Look where that got him. People are sincere, until they aren't.

When someone wants to leave as bad as you want them to stay Oh, it's a sad situation I must say When someone wants to leave as bad as you want them to stay

"You can't-" Billy starts, choking on his words. "You can't leave me." His own honesty strikes him, but the words are out, and he figures it's time to lay it all on the table. "Or- if you are, just do it now. Don't string me along Steve, I won't- I can't-"

The light's gone green, but there isn't a soul on the road, so Steve doesn't feel guilty almost climbing into Billy's lap just to hold him as close as he can, kissing the top of his head, his cheek, his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere, blue." He holds Billy's face between his hands, forcing him to understand the weight of his words. "You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not." He shakes Billy's head for emphasis, eliciting a laugh from the both of them.

There's tears streaming down Billy's face, but it's relief. Maybe he jumped to conclusions, maybe he has to reel that shit in. He'll work on it.

"Yeah, okay." He sniffles. Doesn't make a move to get out of Steve's grasp. "You're stuck with me, too, though."

Steve beams. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

#harringrove #harringrovelovefest2024 #my writing #i wrote this while cooking hot wings and they got done right before i finished this. what timing!#so sorry if the ending seems kinda rushed lol #i gotta go get my chicken out

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nosleep83 · 2 months

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Day 25 of waiting for Tales of the Tmnt!

I finally finished this quick meme i started! Like a month ago!!

Haha i am neurodivergent anyways should i make more memes like this??

#days waiting for tottmnt #tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #tales of the tmnt #tottmnt #mutant mayhem leo #mutant mayhem donnie #sorry the end is kinda rushed

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sipsteainanxiety · 2 years

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katsuki was a bit of a crybaby.

you knew he could get caught up in his emotions more often than not. they tended to smother him sometimes, suffocating him with feelings he didn't know how to properly deal with. you saw this every day, but it was especially prominent whenever he would come home after a particularly grueling shift, his carmine eyes puffy with the things he could never bring himself to say.

from what deku had told you one evening at a little get together you went to as katsuki's plus one—back when he was (as katsuki had put it) insufferably nosy about his childhood friend's love life—katsuki felt emotions very strongly. so strongly, in fact, that he tended to bottle them all up most of the time behind gritted teeth and strained muscle.

he had—has—a hard time expressing himself, deku had sighed that night, his green eyes distant with memories you'd never be able to see, he doesn't cry too often in front of others. the only times he did it with me around he was, ah, frustrated, to say the least. he let out a small chuckle that got swallowed up by the murmurs of conversation around you, then slumped his shoulders by only a smidge. i would like to say he's gotten better, and in some ways he has, but i don't think he handles feelings other than rage very well yet.

you didn't know much about what katsuki was like when he was younger—only bits and pieces from what his friends had told you. and every time you learned something new, you couldn't help but to compare it to the man you knew and loved in the present day.

he still cried when he was frustrated, yes.

it wasn't often—it was so rare, in fact, that you could count the moments on one hand. he would come home looking like he was a bomb about to go off—all tensed shoulders and rigid lines. and he would take one look at you, standing in your comfiest clothes and looking like the very epitome of relaxation. and he would cry.

you didn't think he really knew how to properly cry. or at least, he didn't know what to do with himself when he did. his pale eyebrows would scrunch upwards, his head bending forward so he could hide behind his bangs. he'd slap a hand over his eyes and he'd clench his teeth so tightly together you thought he'd shatter them. he'd hold himself so, so stiffly. and he'd cry.

he didn't like it when people saw him like that. didn't like being caught at such a vulnerable moment. but you were patient. you were understanding. and you'd wait directly in front of him until he'd bend his head forward enough so that he could sink his face into the crook of your neck. and you'd simply hold him there, letting him ride out the steep wave of emotions that battered against the shores of his mind, his heart.

he cried when he thought no one was looking.

there were times where you would accidentally, quietly, stumble upon him in the bedroom, the bathroom. sometimes he didn't notice you. sometimes he did. and every time, you felt a piece of yourself get slowly chipped away, watching as he struggled to keep quiet and pull himself together so he could be the big, strong hero you could depend on. the number two hero. the steady, sure, stable symbol of victory, who didn't cry when he was frustrated or when he didn't know how to react in the face of his overwhelming emotions.

you were always quick to squash away his insecure feelings. for he could always, always, go to you whenever he was feeling down, whenever he needed a shoulder to hold him up. you hoped that one day he would understand—hoped that one day he wouldn't hold himself up to so high a standard that he couldn't let himself just be human once in a while. you were slowly getting him to that point—slowly, yet surely.

but katsuki also cried when he was happy.

it wasn't the kind of happy he got whenever he took down a particularly strong villain, or when he reached one of those ridiculously high milestones he set for himself. no, it was a kind of happy he only felt around you. for you made him feel things he had never felt before.

he cried once when he kissed you—at a time where you both realized you were deeply, irrevocably committed to the relationship. he cried when you held him at night, holding him so close to yourself that you could meld him to your body. he cried when you told him you would always love him, through thick and thin, high and low. he cried when you said you were his, forever and always.

and he cried when you said yes, allowing him to slip a small, silver ring around your finger.

#kinda rushed im sorry #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugo x reader #my hero academia x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou imagine #yeah<3 #that ending is so bad but its 3 am and im tired LOL #will edit for errors later fsjkhfg

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telekineticseance · 1 year

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WORKING MAN

pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader

summary: another late night at the office (third part to circumstances)

genre: fluff

word count: 1289

cw: legal age gap although nothing happens....yet, reader has a small thought that’s a tad unprofessional

author's note: once again thank y'all so much for the response to the previous two parts. i've really been enjoying writing this fic for y'all. NOW ONTO PART THREE! p.s. i have no idea when a slow burn should stop burning but we will figure it out together.

if you haven't read the first part check it out here: "CIRCUMSTANCES"

Matt laughed at the joke you told him as he sat at his desk and you sat on the same couch from this morning. It was currently almost 3 in the morning and you both were incredibly tired from not getting much sleep from the night before so you both sat up, drinking stale office coffee, waiting for Trey to finish the next scene in the script. Despite Matt's original thought, it did become an all nighter type of night.

Matt let out a sigh as he checked his watch, "You know you can go home whenever. You don't have to hang out with an old man like me." He said while chuckling slightly at you, clicking the keys on his keyboard. You shrugged in response, "I like keeping you company."

You rose from the couch, walking across the room before grabbing the coffee pot and pouring more coffee into your cup, adding sugar and creamer, the creamer you were surprised with one day for late nights like these. Although he denies it, the name written on it was in his hand writing. Small gestures like those were honestly the one thing that gave you that small feeling in your stomach, the one of something may happen. But then he follows it with some logical excuse on how it just makes your job easier or something along those lines.

"What are you thinking about?" You heard the voice come from right behind you as you jumped, dropping the glass, spilling the contents inside. Matt jumped back as well with his eyes widened. "Shit. I didn't mean to scare you."

You shook your head while nervously laughing and grabbing some paper towels to clean up the spill, this wasn't the first time Matt had interrupted your unprofessional thought process, and as much as you hated to admit it, it wouldn't be the last time either. He knelt down next to you, towels in hand as he helped clean up the mess and start gathering the broken pieces to the mug you were holding. While picking up the pieces with him, you felt a sharp pain in your left ring finger, letting out a wince as you looked and noticed a small trickle of blood running down.

"Oh! I'll go get the first aid kit. Uh- go sit on the couch." Matt told you before he got up and ran out of the office, coming back a few minutes later with a small first aid kit in his hand. He walked over to you and knelt down in front of you, "Hold out your hand."

You listened and held out your hand as he opened the box and started to pull out some band aids and some alcohol wipes. He ripped open the alcohol wipe packaging and lightly grabbed onto the palm of your hand with his left, looking up at you. "I'm just gonna clean off the blood okay?" You nodded at him, bracing for impact from the stinging sensation as he lightly applied the wipe onto the cut, wiping it clean. He then reached into the box again, pulling out a small band aid and placing it over the cut.

"There all better." He said, looking up into your eyes. You both held that gaze for a moment, your eyes staring into his green ones. It felt as though the whole world stopped spinning for a minute as time froze, and everything around you seemed to disappear, holding that stare. Matt quickly shook his head slightly while clearing his throat before pulling away from the gaze as he held your hand again, "Feel good?"

You nodded in response, straightening your posture as you adjusted your shirt, trying to play off what just happened. Even though nothing happened. People stare into each others eyes all the time. Eye contact is essential in day to day life. You watched as Matt stood up from his position and walked over to his desk, scratching his fingers in his hair, a habit he did often. He would often play with the hair at the front of his, even though there wasn't too much to play with as he stopped growing it out. Sometimes you went through the thought process of "forgetting" to schedule his hair cuts, just to see what would happen, but knowing Matt he'd probably just go for a walk-in appointment instead.

After taking a deep breath you looked back at Matt, "So is there any update from Trey's end?" The question received a shrug response from Matt as he plopped down in his roller chair, kicking his legs up on the desk, "Nothing yet. When I walked by to get the kit he seemed deep in thought so I didn't want to bother him."

You nodded in response, curling up on the couch, and resting your head on the arm of it. Matt grinned at you slightly before turning to his computer and beginning to work again. You both relaxed in the office with only the clicking of Matt's mouse and keyboard breaking the silence. You pulled out your phone and pointed it in Matt's direction as he glanced over and chuckled while shaking his head, "Don't."

You giggled as you continued holding up the phone with the camera app open, "Don't what? I'm just sitting here." He rolled his eyes playfully at you as he continued glancing over between you and the computer. "Yeah right."

“Come on. Gotta test out the camera on the new phone.” You tease, zooming in slightly on him. He continued to glance, the grin on his face growing wider as he watches you from the corner of his eye, trying to hide his face with his hand. “Matt please.”

He rolls his eyes at you before dropping his hand and making direct eye contact at the camera, causing you to quickly snap the picture. “And I got it in portrait mode.” You tell him, flipping the phone around revealing the photo. He squints looking at the photo from across the room, he really should start wearing his glasses again, as he smiles softly before turning back to the computer and typing some more.

You put the phone down next to you, letting out another soft sigh as you lay back on the couch again. “So uh..I didn’t know you drank.” Matt says softly, turning his attention back to you. You shrug in response, “I…don’t really. Just decided to last night.”

“Do you also not make out with guys in bars?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. You roll your eyes in response before clearing your throat and shrugging your shoulders, “For your information. I don’t. Just felt like it for once.”

He shrugged at your response, “You’re better than that. You deserve better than that.” A small heat rose to your cheeks as you look at him, “What?”

He shook his head, looking back at his computer, “Nothing. Forget it.”

You thought about arguing against him or just leaving the conversation at that because what did he mean? I mean it was a reach if he was talking about himself but as always, that pit in your stomach was telling you otherwise. That pit in your stomach was also wanting him to bend you over the desk and treat you like his own little toy, but that was a different story for a different time.

You opted for leaving him alone as you turned around on the couch and closing your eyes to take a nap. Before you drifted off you heard Matt’s footsteps walk over to you as he placed a blanket over you, moving a strand of hair from your face before he left you alone for the rest of the night.

updated a/n: here's part four :)

#matt stone x reader #matt stone #fanfiction #i’m really hungry and kinda rushed the ending i’m sorry #how about a matt pov soon?????

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cecedownbad · 5 months

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Hold On

Summary: A missing child's case resurfaced so many memories you wished to keep buried. Sure enough, seeking comfort from the heavy feelings came by as a form of a person. [Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader] Part 2.

Warning: Child abduction, death of a child, angst, no Y/N, made up last name: Cyrus, made up case, light fluff, hurt/ comfort, not too romance-y but alluding to it, not proof read, I don't think the mystery/crime aspect is good but let me hear thoughts guys. Something extra in tags, read after the story.

Word Count: 4.1k

Part 1

I'm so sorry this took so long, my exams, mental health, projects, assignments allll just rolled in the past months, and I've been doing everything to stay on top of writing. It's rushed towards the end but with all that's going on I hope it's okay. If anyone is up for part 3, I'm all for it .

Enjoy

"Those who cannot remember the past, are condemned to repeat it."

-George Santayana

'Okay, let's see, Conrad Miller, 16 years old, went missing on June 12th, 2007. Last seen by the local church with one of the volunteers, she was questioned once but was never linked as she had a solid alibi, her name was Grace Cyrus.' Tara paused. 'So she took Conrad, no she definitely didn't just take him, poor kid is definitely not okay.'

'Right now Stephen is our priority, the anniversary of Steven's disappearance is in 4 days, so what does she want with him now?' You pace in the room, spinning a pen you grabbed in your hand. 'I think that's something only you can answer, what happened 4 days prior to Steven's disappearance?' Tara pondered, she sat down, looking at you, intent on finding answers. '4 days prior…that was the day my dad— Daniel had come to visit, they, Grace and him got into a fight and Stevie, Steven tried to "protect" Daniel in his own way, he thought Mom was going to hurt him…'

Was it then that this all weighed down on you? Words long lost had started pouring through the cracks of memories locked away. You were never in that station in that moment, no, now you were back there.

'Stevie, get back here! We can't stop them!'

'No! No let go! I don't want Dad to go, Mom's going to send him away!'

'Steven!'

No matter how hard you tried, he slipped from your tensed grasp, landing right between two enraged adults.

Pacing the floor helped gather your thoughts, a little better.

'What was the very last thing she said to you when you left?'

The thought of how it all ended passed through your minds, each time much like a bullet to the brain but you push it all down, now wasn't the right time for you. 'everything okay there?' Tara asked you, it's only been a few minutes since you and Tara confronted the idea that Grace might have done more than anyone could have put together.

'Yeah just a lot going on in my head, I think I need a breather.'

'Hold that thought, JJ and Luke are back with Daniel,'

Your hand now wrapped around the empty coffee mug, a dad you haven't spoken to for the last two decades, what would you have to say? or better yet, what would he say to you? This isn't an official reunion, it's an interrogation and who knows what will spill out of your mouth if you see the very first man in your life that disappointed you, taught you that having a person in your life was enough to make you fall apart.

'JJ and I will go in first, you sit tight.' Tara patted your shoulder giving it a good squeeze before heading out the conference room.

It was soon after that Rossi, Reid and Emily came back in, all three harnessing disappointment with their stride. 'Hey, what happened?'

'Well, Rosa was not in her home, we searched the house and by the looks of it, she hardly came back there.' Emily sat down with her legs crossed. 'but, her room had keepsakes, maybe from the time you lived with her?'

'What did she have?'

'She had pictures, some old folded drawings, and the weirdest one, an old juice box.' as Emily finished, you sat up from your chair, 'an old juice box? Do you remember what flavour?'

'I think it was Apple? Why? Does it have something to do with Steven?'

'…'

'Cyrus?'

'That, uh, it's nothing, I think sentimental feelings do surface no matter what kind of person you are.' You began fidgeting with your sleeves, your mind now slowly began recalling events that transpired long ago. 'Is there something else? It looks like you aren't sure about something.' Rossi eyed your movements, he knew something was keeping you. 'My mother, she'd never show any sign that she felt remorse, not even as far as I could remember.'

'Okay Reid, stay with her, I'm going to check in with JJ and the rest. Rossi? Do you mind?' soon after, Rossi and Emily exited the room, leaving you and Spencer in the conference room. 'Could you tell me what kind of person your mother is?' Spencer sat down right before you, urging you to take a seat right next to him and you did.

'She was an uptight woman, she loved to be in control of her life that meant being in control of mine too, it's why I left. She loved being seen.'

'Being seen? What do you mean?'

'She was always a respected figure no matter where she went, be it at work or in the neighborhood, she pushed for that at home too. When Steven had disappeared, I would always remember how she would tell me he was in a better place, and that if I do anything to disobey her or question her authority, I would be punished.' your head hung as you remembered more, 'I would study, day and night, that was the only life I knew, if my grades dropped by a mark, she'd lock me in my room, made sure I only had books on my desk.'

'Did Daniel ever drop by after what happened to Steven?' Spencer asked gently, 'No, I never saw him after that, I thought he finally got sick of mom and left, but I see now that wasn't the case.'

'Okay—'

'You know the one thing I can't seem to remember though?' you looked up at Spencer, his eyebrows now furrowed in question. 'My mother would always say how beautiful I am, and…and that I look just like her, her very own reflection but, Spencer, I can't…I can't remember her face.' your voice sounded shattered at what came out of it. You felt the tears fall, but you couldn't turn away or hide them, Spencer saw just how much this hurts you.

'You are your own person, no one can ever take that from you, no matter what, you are you.' He held your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of your palm, that gave you a sign of comfort and you smiled at him. 'Alright, let's get back to the case.' quickly wiping away your tears and pasting on a smile, which you flash at Spencer, he in turn regained a more unmoving figure. 'When you said Rosa knew that Steven would never come back, what did you mean?'

'I was only a kid but to me it felt like she already knew that Steven had maybe...and all I could remember was a frown anytime I even remotely related to Steven.' You return with an answer. It was then the phone on the table went off.

'What is it Garcia?'

'So I dug into Daniel a bit more, and you aren't going to like this, so he was actually never in Bakersfield until a week ago, before that he was working as a cab driver in Nevada. He was in Nevada for a long time, but he touched base sometime in 2007, in the month of June. Looks like he tried several times to contact his ex wife but she never entertained any of it. What is concerning is that he was reported of stalking a young boy, said he mistook the boy for a boy he knew and he meant no harm but he was fired from his workplace and when was that? A little before coming over to Bakersfield.' Once Garcia had informed both of you, it was then JJ, Emily and Luke walked back in.

'What did the boy look like?' Spencer asked, 'I sent his picture to your phone.'

'Thank you Garcia.' You picked up your cell and scrolled through to find the image.

'No problemo.'

Upon quick inspection, you could tell at a glance the young boy and Steven shared a few similarities, nothing too obvious except hair colour and facial structure, age is the more obvious factor.

JJ walked in, arms crossed, she sighed but began asking what Garcia checked in for, 'Looks like Daniel was fired from his work place prior to coming to Bakersfield a week before Stephen's abduction.' You informed the three.

'If I didn't know any better, I'd say that's a trigger for him.' Emily began, 'Yeah, I agree.' and Luke followed suit.

'So he not only gets rejected by his ex-wife, but fired from his work place for stalking a boy that looks like his son, then he goes and kidnaps a boy that Rosa seemingly dotes on? Something doesn't add up.' JJ looked on with confusion. 'How did it go with him?' you asked finally.

'Said he had something vital for the case but he would only discuss it with you.' Emily sat down, her voice already etching with exhaustion. 'He's hiding something and my gut is saying it can't be good.'

'I'll go talk to him.' You were close to leaving the room, but Emily had halted your motions.

'Wait,'

'Yeah?'

'Reid will go with you, Tara might want to step out.' You gave a quick nod to Emily's order.

Every step to the interrogation room, you could hear the pained voices of yours, more precisely, from when you were a child. A young girl, alone in a room with nothing but her thoughts, you swallowed hard as you stood by the entrance of the viewing room. When you entered, you let Spencer call Tara from the interrogation room to the viewing room. 'No matter what, don't give in to his requests, you need to break him down, and if you ever want to leave, you can.' Tara gave you a small nudge and she stayed back in the room.

This was it, you let Spencer lead you into the interrogation room, allowing him to get there before you creeped on behind.

'How many times do I need to tell you people? Can't you bring my daug—you, your—'

'Let me be very clear, you have something vital for this case and I'm willing to hear you out, but say or do anything and you will be escorted out of the door by agents, understood?' the firm voice you let out hid every sorry cry that was wailing in you, having not seen your father for 20 years was a shock but not something that should be seen. 'Look at you, what it's been 15, 20 years, oh my beautiful little angel, I missed you.' honey coated words slipped from his mouth and every cell in you twisted in anger and contempt, 'Mr. Carter, the case.' Spencer stepped in this time.

'Always in such a hurry, well, since you brought my little girl. I know where the kid is being held.' He sat there with no remorse, no care that a child, close to the age of the son he lost years ago, was missing.

'Where might that be?'

'I can take you there, but I'll only go if she goes with me.'

After so long, he cares or at least that's what he's showing but you knew what he was playing at, he thought he could get away light just because his flesh and blood was in the justice system, what a sorry bastard.

'I think we're done here.' Spencer had got up from his chair but you stayed seated, deal or not you wanted to break the man in front of you and that was what was nailing you down to your chair. 'Mr. Carter, what good will it do if I went with you? Was it not enough that you came in here demanding to see your daughter about a case I know damn well you don't care about?' you pressed, choice of words were clearly targeted but your composure remained cool. 'What do you mean, you know what happened to Stevi—'

'Your son that you never bothered to report missing? I don't believe you have a right to bring that up, Sir.'

'Now listen here—'

'In the time Rosa had left you behind, you did nothing but fail to bring yourself together, I have a question for you, what were you doing on June 12th, 2007? Why did you come back to Bakersfield prior to that date?' you swiped through the tablet that Tara handed to you, it contained everything Garcia had found including some case files. 'I don't know why you're asking me that, don't you have the life of a boy to save?' He avoided it with such harshness, you only wanted to pry further but somehow it felt like you knew the answer, but the words never fell into place.

'Answer the question Daniel.' Spencer sat back down now jabbing at him as well. 'I just had someone to meet, is that really so important?'

'Why did you need to meet them? Did you coming back here have anything to do with Rosa Cyrus, your ex-wife?' Your slowly tapped at the desk, it was a timed beat. 'I did visit her once but that—'

'Were you aware that a teenager was reported missing around the same time you arrived here? His name was Conrad Miller, he was 16 years old.'

'W-what? I-I don't know anything about that.'

'Really? Because it says in the case files that Rosa was the last person to have seen Conrad, but you knew that didn't you?' He flinched at the response, at this point he wore a sign that screamed suspicious.

It was then that Daniel remained silent, you believed that any word that came out of him at that point would dig his grave deeper.

You stepped out of the room and walked into the room behind the mirror. 'Now he won't speak,' Rossi now stood there with his arms in his pocket.

'We need to find Rosa and Stephen soon, the man is hiding something and Rosa is the key to finding out why.' Rossi took the words right out of your mouth, looks you both knew what he was playing at.

'I think I can help with that, how much can you guys bet on a gut feeling?' You asked the three of them, weary of their answer, 'At this point? I'll take it.' Rossi let out, the two soon followed. 'Rosa will most likely be at the house we used to live in, which is not in this area, I'm hoping that she's keeping Stephen safe,'

'Safe? How come?' Tara asked you, 'Daniel here, came a week prior to Stephen's abduction, not only did he lose his job before coming here, he needed to have a reason to come here,' you deduce.

'His reason being Rosa? But wouldn't that not trigger Rosa?' Looks like you still needed to elaborate your theory, so you continued. 'It did, Rosa having heard that Daniel came here must have caused her protective instinct to kick in, call me crazy, but I think Rosa is keeping Stephen away from Daniel.' you finally let out a sigh, your palms clammed from sweat but if you were right, the little boy you came here for was safe.

'A mother's protective instinct, I'm guessing that something happened 20 years ago that she didn't agree on, which caused her to completely reject this guy, I'll have Garcia send the address of her prior location.' Rossi curtly exited the room, Tara followed along.

Spencer stood before you in silence, you didn't register any movement from him because all your focus was on the man, sitting on the other side of that glass.

'You can go on ahead, Reid, I need to talk to him.'

'But I can't let you go in alone...'

You huffed, your eyes did what it could but meet his but looking away won't make what you want go away, 'Given the chance, I might punch the daylights out of him—'

'More of a reason for me to stay.'

Spencer interrupted, you returned with a sharp look in your eyes before you relaxed, 'Let me finish, I would want to give him a piece of my mind but I need to know, I just, he's the only one that has got to know something about Steven, maybe I can finally put him to rest.'

It was selfish, that's what you called it, asking for just one more clue when you couldn't do anything before. Maybe now that helpless little girl all those years ago, can see her brother off. 'I need to do this, alone...'

'...'

You stood there, waiting for something, a sound from him in response, anything at all. 'I'll wait here, being short of another agent will not slow down the rest of the team.' He'd finished but his response ticked you, it poked at the idea of a child being monitored by their parents.

'I don't need you watching my every move, Reid.'

'I'm just following orders.'

'Following orders? Do I look like a child to you? Do I need a leash around my neck too? I can handle him, he's one man!' Your voice raised, and you stared up at your fellow colleague with a ray of contempt.

'A man you can't stand being around for long, you sounded just fine in there earlier to anyone that watched, but do you want to know what I saw? I saw that you were holding back, hard enough your hands curled at his answers, your feet apart was enough for me to know that you would have given Emily a reason for you to be dismissed from the case.' He'd stated what was right, but it wasn't right to you, not right now, you don't know when it would be. 'I'll wait here, you can go in alone.'

Your feet put you in place for a good moment, his words tore right through you. He was right, somewhere in your clouded judgement, you understood he was right, but just because you understood doesn't mean you accepted it.

With a second left to pass, you turned from Spencer. All in silence, it was accepted that you had a job to uphold, no matter the personal toll.

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The dial ups in the station, voices of police officers, movement all around you had become void. Nothing, that's what you heard when you left the interrogation room, you couldn't even hear one Agent calling out to you when you had left. Something gathered, something rotten had formed in your stomach. Your body felt hot, your head on a swivel.

You felt the acid burn at your throat, the half conscious part of you managed to drag your feet to a bathroom stall for you to expel the choux pastry you ingested.

Standing before the mirror now, you washed your mouth, feeling the remnants of the expelled food at your throat.

Nothing felt right to you, not right then, not right now. Having no mind to lose any more time, Reid waited in the conference room as you begrudgingly walked yourself back into it. You said nothing.

You dialed in Emily immediately, hoping she hadn't reached the house yet. 'What have you got for me Cyrus?'

'I spoke to Daniel.'

'What did he say?'

'He'd been sending frequent messages and calling my mother, they met once, 2007. There was an argument and Conrad had gotten in-between the two of them, it didn't end well.' you informed her, almost mechanically.

'What did he say about Steven?' JJ chimed in.

'Steven was, he said he was never meant to be hurt and Rosa in the mess of things, covered up for him. He told me where...I know where his body is.' Your voice strained, as it got to harsher details.

Nothing came out though, you tried filling in the rest of the details but your voice was overtaken. A pleading look carried over to Spencer and he took over. 'He said that you have to ask where he's sleeping, Rosa's delusion right at this moment is that Steven would come back.'

'Okay, we'll get back to you as soon as we're done here.' The line cut. If you'd carried a boulder on your shoulders, the weight of it might be the same as your conscience. All that was left was you see a family reunited and you get the closure you've been searching for.

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The team was back, so was the little boy, he was safe. The Turner family could now go home with their son safe and sound in their grasp.

'Nothing beats seeing that.' you stood, satisfied in a way, the others agreed in unison to your words.

'Cyrus, I need to have a word with you.' Emily called you to a secluded corner of the station, but you had no fear built in you, in fact you felt rather empty, exhausted enough to be emotionally drained. 'We found Steven...' she said quietly.

'Where was he?' you met her in the eyes, having nothing left to tie you down. 'Remains were found in the wall of a small bedroom, it looked like he was initially buried but moved there later.' Every word had struck you, the smaller bedroom was your shared one, no doubt. 'Was he, uh, covered?' a crack sounded in your voice.

It took Emily a moment before answering, 'He was...'

The last bit of remorse. You'd promised yourself for 20 years that he was found. Part of you wanted him to be alive, maybe he ran off and just found a better life or he was on the streets, alive at least. But you knew how far-fetched that sounded, hope was the one thing you were aware that could end you. '...Thank you, can I, um, I want to be alone.'

'Of course, take all the time you need, listen, once this is over I need to speak with you, but only when you're ready, okay?' She patted the side of your shoulders, adhering to your request, she left you alone.

You let out a wavered breath, trying to breathe in and out to calm yourself. What you needed now was to mourn, you knew that but having a hard cry at this moment would slow down everyone.

Not long after, Rosa and Daniel had gotten arrested. You couldn't catch a glimpse at her face, or more accurately, you refused to see the face you'd forgotten. That didn't bother you that much, as a mother she never cared to look out for you, there wasn't any good reason to remain adherent to the details.

Bakersfield PD would have no more reason to have you stay, for now at least but before you could leave it all behind, Steven deserved a proper burial.

The Funeral was small, no relatives, just few friends from school and the BAU were attending, with Chief Marks as well to pay respects.

You stood over the coffin, looking at how small it was, how it all came to an end, all in silence. Quietly you watched as the coffin was buried, soil tossed over it but before it was over, you had to have one last goodbye.

'I did what I promised, took you long enough to come back from playing, huh? You must be tired, rest well, Stevie.' The Carnation held in your hand had been placed on the coffin, a mark of innocence now put to rest. Once it was all over, you stood, not waiting or expecting anything but just, letting the weight gradually let go of you. This was what you needed yet, it didn't feel enough, something remained in you.

Footsteps were heard behind you, and you took a peak at the intruder before lifting the corners of your mouth to him. 'He was a handful you know, always wanted my attention no matter what, saying that one day he'd make it to the moon just so he could get me some space rock.' Spencer said nothing to your bouts of reminiscence, 'He told me once, "I'm going to be no.1, so watch me!" I thought he was being silly, Dad left right after and we were alone, it was us against the world.' It all came back, then you knew what you hadn't let go, knew what it was that made you feel utterly at loss.

'Hey, Spencer, you don't have to do this, but, um, I...' You wanted to ask just for a bit, that little comfort that you so desperately pushed away.

Without another word, he lightly turned to face you. Your mind was too caught up on other memories that when you felt his arms wrap around you, you didn't think for that second. All it took was this to let it all go, no longer in silence but in wailing agony.

He didn't need another word, he simply knew. It was like some crazed superpower of his but it's like he's always known.

He couldn't let go.

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@treehouse-mouse

#once again Im so sorry about the late update on the fic #the ending was a bit rushed I'm sorry about that but i hope it's okay #i actually wanted to add Matt to this but because of time constraints I couldn't so #here's a little of what happened afterwards for anyone reading tags #matt was away because his wife was expecting but he dropped by after the case #he got worried about you but you were more happy about him and his family #emily asked if you wanted to continue in the bau you said yes but she said you should take time off so you did #you and spencer have this insane slow burn office romance going on after #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #dr spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds #cm x you #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x reader #spencer x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #self insert #kinda #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #luke alvez #david rossi #jj

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vnmpior · 1 year

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BABY FEVER

GEKKO (MATEO) x reader

requested by @oyasumimosura!

request summary: after gekko's mission, he comes back to see his girlfriend with a baby. funny thing is, he doesn't know where it came from. so he decided the next big thing. it must be yours.

note: this was kinda hard to write tbh, but i tried my best to make it somehow work! had to make mateo clueless as hell lmao. this is gonna be really short cause this isn't really my type of fic to write, but i hope you enjoy!

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you were patiently waiting for mateo to come back from his mission, passing the time by scrolling mindlessly on your phone.

the two of you had planned a date to your favorite italian restaurant, and he promised that he’d back in- you checked the time- thirty minutes. mateo wasn’t one to break promises, but he does lose track of time sometimes.

but you knew if he was late, he'd never do it on purpose, and he'd make up for it with a bouquet of flowers.

you knew this because he had done it once, awkwardly presenting it to you once you had opened the door. he was soaking wet from the rain and breathing heavily from how fast he was riding his skateboard. his mission took a bit longer than expected.

you weren't mad before that, and you obviously told him that he didn't need to do all of that just for being late five minutes. you knew that he still wouldn't take your statement and continue going above and beyond whenever he felt like you deserved it. which was all the time.

a vibration shook you out of your thoughts and you realized that a smile had been growing on your face. checking your phone that you had discarded right next to you, you saw that your aunt was calling you.

"hey auntie," you picked up.

"hey sweetie! i just wanted to ask if you could take care of my son while i go have a business meeting. no one else is free, and it's okay if you aren't either, but i need to drop him off somewhere." she asked. "i'll pay you, and it should only take me a few hours to get through it."

you knew that when your aunt paid you, she paid a lot. enough to get mateo a new skateboard after he wrecked his other one in the rain, the bearings rusting.

you thought about it. you could always bring him on the date too, knowing that he was well-behaved enough for his age. he didn't cry as much as he used to.

"alright, i'll take him." you agreed. she quickly and dramatically thanked you and hung up.

around ten minutes later, twenty minutes before mateo was supposed to get home, a sharp knock at the door alerted you.

opening it to reveal your aunt and her carrying a little carrier, you sighed. "what time do you think you'll be back?"

it was currently six pm, and you were expecting to go to the italian restaurant at seven.

"i'll be back around eleven, maybe sooner if i'm lucky and my bitch of a boss doesn't tell me to do some extra work," she scowled. handing you the carrier, she waved bye and drove off.

"hey there little man," you locked eyes with the baby, who was currently drooling all over his clothes. "guess you're going to be a third wheel."

he blinked his big blue eyes at you, not a single thought in his head.

after a few minutes of taking the baby out, setting up a little area of blankets and pillows for him to attempt crawling around.

you heard a click at the door and then a loud voice, "i'm back hermosa! and right on time," you heard him pause right behind you.

"so, cariño, meet bryan."

mateo immediately went up to him and cooed. "what's up bryan?"

you smiled, mateo slowly picking up the baby up.

"he's so cute. you're cute, y'know that?" he told you and bryan.

you nodded. "he is really cute. but what are we gonna do for our date?"

"we'll bring him!" he exclaimed cheerily, holding him up high.

you raised an eyebrow but agreed. besides, it was a family italian restaurant rather than some fancy one.

mateo carefully put bryan back in his carrier and picked it up. "you ready to go on a date with mama y papa?"

mama y papa? you turned pink.

he made airplane noises all the way to your car, swerving the baby around.

you trailed behind, grabbing a baby bottle and making your way over after locking the door.

"wait, chica," mateo stopped you before you could open the passenger door. "allow me."

he energetically swung the door open, bowing. you let out a little giggle.

"thank you, hermoso."

he gave you a salute and went over to the driver's side.

"you ready little homie?" he asked bryan. there was no noise except for the wet sounds of him chewing on his pacifier.

"i'll take that as a yes," mateo started the car and you began the peaceful ride to the restaurant.

once you got there, you looked in the back to see bryan fast asleep, pacifier on his lap and drool dripping out his mouth.

"what are we gonna do," you whispered.

he thought for a moment, and then he spoke. "i'll order takeout and we can just watch something at your place? i swear i'll make it up to you."

"you don't have to make it up to me, mateo. that's a good idea," you smiled.

he always loved seeing you smile. he gave you a quick kiss on the lips and went inside the restaurant, already knowing what you wanted.

a few long minutes went by, and he was back.

"he's still not awake?" he questioned as you took the takeout bag, trying not to rustle it too much.

"he'll probably wake up as soon as we get back," you shrugged. you didn't know how kids worked, and this was the youngest kid you've ever had to babysit. maybe you should learn, for future reference.

before you knew it, you finally arrived at your house. you didn't realize that you had dozed off until you felt a force gently nudge you awake.

"c'mon chica. it's time to eat," mateo grinned as he helped you out the car and back inside.

the baby had, in fact, woken up, sucking on his pacifier.

"what're you gonna eat, chiquito?" mateo once again cooed at the baby, who of course didn't respond.

you pulled out a bottle of milk that your aunt left, as bryan wasn't quite old enough for liquid food.

"you wanna help him out?" you held the bottle out to mateo, knowing that he'd jump at the chance. which he in fact did, quite literally jumping at the bottle and snatching it from you.

"here comes the airplane," he blabbed as he began to swerve the bottle around just like he'd done to bryan a while ago.

bryan held out his stubby little hands, and mateo showed him mercy and gave him the bottle, bryan immediately suckling on it.

watching this made you feel happy, and knowing that not only was mateo good at handling kids, he loved him unlocked something in you. you were definitely going to talk to him about this later.

as the two of you got ready to eat, the both of you perked up at the sound of a knock.

"who's that?" mateo raised an eyebrow.

"must be my aunt," you sighed as you got up from where you had gotten comfortable on the couch and brought bryan along with you to the door.

"aunt?" mateo was dumbfounded.

did you forget to tell him that this was your cousin? you couldn't remember, and decided that you were going to figure it out later.

your aunt waved to mateo when she saw him. "thank you for taking care of my little bryan!" she exclaimed. "i'll give you some money as well."

he seemed intrigued when she said money, but you quickly said goodbye, wanting to finally eat after a long day. thankfully, bryan was asleep most of the time, and you noticed that your aunt managed to come an hour earlier than she said she would.

"teo, why do you look all pouty?" you grinned, knowing he already got attached to bryan.

"i thought he was ours."

"OURS??" you exclaimed. "that wouldn't even make sense!"

"yeah, i get that. but y'know, you could've adopted him... or you could've had one of those pregnancies where you don't even know you have a baby until it just comes out..." he started fiddling with his fork.

you burst out in laughter. "sometimes, i really don't get what goes through your mind."

he kept pouting, letting out a little hmph as he began to eat his flatbread.

"hey, we can always have our own kid." you winked.

the fork fell out of his hand.

"well, we better make it quick, huh?" he inched closer to you as you registered what you had said and what he's about to do.

"ugh, cariño, at least let me finish my pasta," you playfully shoo-ed him away to no avail.

you definitely didn't get to eat your pasta while it was warm.

i kept getting distracted playing val while writing this LMAO

#i kinda rushed the end idk i dont like this one #SORRY LMAOAOA #x reader #valorant #gekko x reader #gekko #gekko valorant #valorant gekko #valorant imagines #valorant x reader

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whererubbermeetstheroad · 8 months

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The Anthropologist (Part 1)

AKA, the "I want V3 to connect to the other games so freaking badly" comic.

The Anthropologist (Part 2)

#self indulgent #alternate universe #kinda rushed #more so than usual #danganronpa #korekiyo shinguji #byakuya togami #a complete betrayal of my brand #i just got into danganronpa so sorry if my characterization is really off #takes place after danganronpa 3: the end of hope's peak high school #twisted ring of tragedy au

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pervybutch · 6 months

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god this fantasy has been eating me alive… (18+ minors dni) warning for tickling, cnc, and some mention of knives (no knifeplay)

gender neutral lee/gender neutral ler

Ugh, I can’t stop thinking about it: Walking alone in the woods on a fall afternoon, breathing in the cool air. Maybe listening to music in my headphones, or enjoying the sounds of nature. The trail isn’t popular, but I am not surprised when I hear another set of footsteps behind me. I’m not bothered by the presence of another hiker, the trail is more than big enough for us both. The footsteps begin to grow louder and faster, as if coming closer. Before I even figure out what’s going on, strong arms wrap around me from behind and the smell of bug spray fills my nose.

“Don’t fucking scream.” The hiker growls in my ear, before unsheathing a hunting knife and bringing it to my throat. “If you scream I’ll fucking cut you, got that?”

Eyes wide, I nod. My heart pounds and my mind fills with images of what they might do to me. The feeling of fear only grows as my attacker yanks my arms behind my back. Roughly, I’m pushed deeper into the woods, the hiker being careful to stay behind me and never reveal their face.

Eventually, they’re satisfied with how far off the path they’ve dragged me. Still holding onto my wrists, they violently turn me to face them. The lower half hiker’s face is concealed by a bandanna, and a baseball cap conceals their hair. They yank my hands above my head and waste no time fastening them to the tree with the rope strapped to the side of their hiking pack.

“Please, don’t hurt me! I’ll give you whatever you want!” I begin to beg fearfully, but they quickly cut me off.

“I’m taking what I want right now, shut the fuck up.” They bark at me angrily. Fear grips me as my attacker reveals their hunting knife, allowing me to fully appreciate the size of the blade. With the knife still in hand, they begin to unbutton my flannel. My stomach begins to churn, I can’t help but think they might gut me.

That possibility begins to seem like reality as their knife-brandishing hand approaches my stomach. I suck my stomach back to my spine and squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable pain. Suddenly, the chill air bites against my belly. The hiker pulls my undershirt away from my torso, takes their knife to it, and cuts it in half from the bottom hem. The ground seems to fall away below me as fear takes over. My entire torso is exposed and my arms are bound above my head. There’s a stranger in front of me with a hunting knife, this must be it for me.

But it isn’t, the hand that makes contact with my stomach is empty. There are a few seconds of silent confusion as the hiker’s fingertips ghost over my belly, but it doesn’t take long for them to dig in.

They’re tickling me…? Oh my god, the attacker is tickling me. I try as long I can to hold in my reactions, but it isn’t long before pathetic, whimpering laughter escapes me. I pull at the bonds above my head and kick my feet at the hiker.

That didn’t end well for me, they only caught my ankle and let out a low chuckle. Still holding onto my ankle, they crouch to the ground. They look up at me from under the brim of their cap and tap their blade against my boot. I continue whimpering as my attacker makes a show of slowly untying my boots. They gently run the tip of their blade over my socked sole, before dropping my ankle and standing back up.

“Keep kicking like that and I won’t stop there next time.” They growl before grabbing at my stomach again.

I can’t help but continue to whimper and thrash, stuck between gripping fear and ticklish suffering. It seems to go on for hours, the attacker growing more enthusiastic with every passing moment. Realizing that each noise that escapes me is encouragement, I fight and fail to silence myself.

By the time the hiker is through with me, there are tears streaming down my face and the sun has begun to set. I stand there, chest heaving, as they reach up and cut the rope holding me there. They walk off without a word, leaving me crumpled on the ground.

I lay there for a while, shaking and trying to regain my breath. After feeling around in the dark, I put my boot back on. My mind is still reeling at what just took place as I walk home.

#crow.txt #cnc tickling #sorry if the end seemed kinda rushed i got too flustered #but uhm here you go i rlly hope u guys like this #i tried rlly rlly hard

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keeps-ache · 6 months

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chatting by the window :)

#art #my art #artists on tumblr #digital art #oc #Oak and Mori #<- idk if i have a tag for them but i have one now lol #//sorry if it doesn't look very good !#i scrapped the original idea bc my eyes were bleeding at the colours hrgh #and there's some soul-binding curse on me and i HAVE to post these two before october ends hbshf #so i kinda rushed hmnmdn ^~^#but that's okay i like it enough! look at themm <333 #/couldn't draw Oak's halo but the little flower crown is a good stand-in :3 #/also the text. sorry again i did Not clean that up at all Fhvsbh !! ;v;#//anyway. a little kid and their ghost friend they met by a tree <33

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abyssruler · 2 years

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i found your filo diluc so

perhaps … what about filo childe 👀

filo childe who plays basketball with his friends every weekend. he’s a varsity player!! lets you wear his jersey and warmers, always dedicates his shoots to you. searches for you in the audience and blows you a kiss while he’s in court. the two of you are known as that couple in campus. definitely a league of legends and valorant player. streams them live on fb and makes you watch and cheer him on even if you have no clue what’s going on.

he comes from old money. one of those babies whose parents gave super long fancy names to. ajax childe tartaglia josephino miguel antonio mabini-rizal iii.

would pay for everything. he doesn’t believe in kkb and will always insist on paying when you’re out on dates. sometimes, random grab or food panda drivers will arrive at your house and deliver food, saying it’s already been paid for. ofc it was childe. he loves to spoil you.

he’s your personal driver!! brings out his best cars whenever he take you out. it doesn’t even need to be an errand that involves him. going out with friends? he’s taking his keys and speeding to your house to drive you to your meet up place. need a ride home? he’s there asap. childe will never let you commute. bat ka pa sasakay ng jeep o tricycle o bus kung may porsche naman siya?

introduces you to his family before you even start dating. talking stage palang kinukwento ka na niya sa kanila as if kasal na kayo. would absolutely give you his grandmother’s ring as an anniversary gift. if the two of you ever break up, his family blames him and says he should do everything he can to get you back. mas trato ka pang anak kesa sa kaniya.

his family would still keep in touch with you even after you broke up, always dropping hints here and there about how much they miss you and how great you and childe looked together. teucer once said that if you aren’t gonna get back with his kuya then you should wait for him to grow up so you can date him instead.

childe, on the other hand, resorts to old traditions to win you back. serenading you outside your house (muntik na siya mahuli ng barangay tanod kasi akala adik siya), chopping blocks of wood on your yard (di mo alam kung san siya nakakuha ng kahoy), etc.

you laugh throughout the whole ordeal because he looks so goofy. naka barong tagalog pa siya every time bibisita siya sa bahay niyo. your family adores him. in the end, after much time and effort, he does win you back.

#the end is kinda rushed im sorry i dont know how to end it kajdksjdj #lord isang childe nga po #lf sugar daddy #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #gn reader #genshin shorts #asks #anon

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chocolaminity · 2 months

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I wonder when I'll get to see him again... I want to see him soon.

I hope he can teach me all sorts of things about soccer!

#or: I just watched episodes 102-106 today and I am in shambles.#Minty doodles #Inazuma Eleven #Rushe #Lusce #no clue which one is the right way to spell her name sorry #apologies if the drawing is like. messy and stuff. it is 11 PM and I have tests so I drew this as fast as I can in my notes app #anyways. I have. so many thoughts.#especially about Kageyama.#the episodes are so. grahhh I'm going insane #I LITERALLY CRIED???? LIKE THREE OR FOUR TIMES WATCHING IT?????????#I was Kageyama's number one little hater throughout watching this series and. I still kinda am but. god. he is so. I'm insane.#the ending of episode 106. what the fuck. what the fuck.#anyways. I hope Rushe is okay. I hope she's playing soccer and making friends and having fun #ok. off I go to the void now. goodnight 👋

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makotoismyson · 1 year

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ayo why SPECTRA Chai kinda…😳

#hi fi rush #chai #hi fi rush chai #you’re all probably waiting for the /j…it’s not coming #whoo boy I’m gonna get blasted for this one arent I /hj #I’m SORRY but I’m also not #this moment was so short but there’s a goldmine of potential here #especially with the secret ending and how SPECTRA can come back #kinda wish there was a boss battle between SPECTRA Chai and the others but eh #Kale fr was like ah yes a new pawn he’ll be better than the last one #and then yeets him away like he’s completely useless #like sir do you or do you not want to have him serve you

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minjhu · 2 years

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A blessing and a curse

Eren x dom!reader

cw: dom!reader, gn!reader, he’s somewhat of a brat(?),hairpulling, anal fingering, a tiny bit of angst at the end, spitting (once), overstimulation

y’all know the gist, if I missed something tell me

wc: roughly 2.3k

Alright, I know this was supposed to come out yesterday. I know. But it's here so whatever. I wanted to stretch this from 1,5k to 2k which led to 2,3k because I was feeling a little angsty, so it's extremely horny and then just angsty...no in-between.

Lasst es euch schmecken!

'Come here!' you said over the phone.

'What? Why?’

'I have been so damn horny this whole day. Is that reason enough?'

'Y/n, please, I have to finish this assignment. It's due tomorrow’

'Just come here and I'll give you something else to beg for~'

'I still need to finish this…'

'But it's due tomorrow, not today, so you have plenty of time. You know, the Germans say "Was du heute kannst besorgen das verschiebe nicht auf morgen" it means you have to take breaks and breath a little'

'You do know that I'm German, right? And that does not mean…whatever your translation to it was. It's like literally the opposite'

'Alright, imma leave you to it-'

'Wait. I do need a break and I… kinda missed you. I'll be there in probably half an hour. No, make it an hour'

'Sweet!' you exclaimed and hung up.

While you wait for him to arrive, you lightly clean your semi-messy room and arrange misplaced clothes. Though he doesn't really mind if it is a little messy, it's not like you both were dating.

The relationship between Eren and you has been friends with benefit, just without the friends part. You guys weren't friends. You hated each other's guts like crazy but only in front of your mutual friends, behind the scenes you would make him your slut, turn, twist him to your heart's liking, and make sure the guy would forget his name at the end of a night together.

In short: it's complicated.

More than an hour later, he knocked at your dorm room. You opened the door to a rather disheveled Eren standing in front of you. His hair was open and cascading behind his ears, framing his face perfectly. A few droplets of sweat were apparent on his forehead; it was as though he ran to get here. His clothes looked roughed up. He, just like you, did not look like he tried to make much of an effort into his appearance.

"A little late, I must say. Not really how you normally are, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just had things to do, I'm sorry"

"Don't be. Come inside"

You turn your back to him to go to the comfy little sofa you have, when Eren snuck up on you from behind, trying to catch you off guard.

"What are you doing?" you addressed in a half-serious stern manner.

"Taking a break, what else?" He said not meeting your eyes at all and only focusing on giving you neck kisses.

You turn around and grab a fistful of his hair to guide him to your mouth. Thus follow a series of kisses going from soft and slow to rough and desperate. You grabbed his waist in such a domestic way, pressing his lower half forcefully into you, that Eren couldn't help but moan in your mouth before the heat rose up his cheeks and ears, causing him to hide his face in embarrassment due to the friction that you created with his slowly hardening cock confined in his pants.

"You're hard," you stated.

"How could I not be…after…after…fuck"

You don't allow him to finish his sentence as you start to fondle his hard-on through his shorts. Grabbing, squeezing, and stroking it; making him erupt all kinds of noises with his face still hidden in the crook of your neck.

With ease, you take a hold of his hair to try to remove his head from your body, in order for you to see his beautiful eyes.

"Can you-" he starts.

You giggle in anticipation while your hand rested around his neck, slowly stroking your thumb up and down knowing it affected him physically as your thumb laid exactly on the most sensitive part of his neck.

"For some reason, I already know what you're going to ask me." You chuckled while Eren looked at you longingly, his eyes were so lost in yours, that he couldn't wait for you to ravish and fuck him into oblivion.

"Sit down on the bed," he does exactly as he's told, lowering his body on your mattress. Your body stood in-between his slightly spread legs, looking down at him.

"C'mon, ask the question you wanted to ask," you instructed. His forehead bore into your lower abdomen, trying to hide his visage. "Can you keep pulling my hair again? I like the feeling," he said, muffled.

You grab a handful of his hair and pull it until his face is completely exposed to you as well as his neck. No more hiding this stupidly pretty face of yours, you thought. The sensation on his scalp being roughly treated felt so good, that he couldn't stop the moans and curses that escaped his mouth. You look at him as his eyes flutter shut from the pleasurable feeling.

"Next time say 'please' if you want something from me. You're not a brat, are you?"

He violently shook his head, debunking your claims.

"Open your mouth," you ordered him. He obeyed. You spat into his mouth and made him swallow it before you crashed your lips on his in a heated and messy make-out session. As both of your tongues were dancing in his mouth you slowly pushed him onto his back, hovering over him.

As you drew back from the kiss for a lick of oxygen you felt Erens strong grip on your shirt trying to keep you close to him. He was as desperate as always. You freed yourself from his hold and straddled his hips. Just as you were about to kiss him again he winced painfully.

"I didn't come here just to kiss, y/n," he uttered but you ignored him completely and lowered your mouth to his neck to shower him with little pecks. "Fuck me, won't you? You…you want this too, I know that, so stop teasing me with those stupid kisses"

You traveled from the left side of his neck over his Adam's apple to the right side, still pressing feathery kisses, and occasionally licking his neck, to draw out any moans inside his lungs.

"You want me to beg don't you…fuck…I- please y/n…fuck I'm so hard I can't do this, please," he turned his head to the opposite direction of you, too ashamed to look you in the eyes.

"Ahh Eren, I know you can do better than that but," you exhaled dramatically. "I guess that will do,"

You excused yourself to grab all the things you felt would be necessary for the night and took your sweet time doing so, just to further tease the man on your bed. When you got back Eren was already in the process of taking off his clothes, because he was an inpatient little bitch. You decided to stand at the door unnoticed for just a little bit. Eren couldn't sense your presence at all and felt as though he was alone in the room. He pulled his boxers down and started stroking himself lazily just to pass time but soon longed for the feeling of releasing. His hand started stroking his length with a much faster pace, leaving him a moaning mess although he knew too well to keep his voice down. Now and then he would graze the fingers of his other hand over his puckering hole, pulsing in anticipation of wanting to get absolutely railed by you. He leaned back into the cushions of your bed and spread his legs for his hand to have better access. After wetting his finger in his mouth he didn't hesitate to stuff his ass with them.

In and out the fingers went, making Eren erupt quiet moans as his other hand played with the head of his cock. His arching back and the little thigh spasms you observed made it hard to not look at his body.

From the moans and his labored breathing you knew he was about to orgasm. Not on your watch though. You saw that as your queue to disturb his precious time with himself.

"Oh, I think someone is in trouble," you interrupted with a fake pouty face showing fake sympathy. With shock, he raised his head up to your level as he immediately stopped what he was doing. His eyes met your mischievous smile as you came closer to him on the cushions of your bed.

"Y/n I-"

"Shhh, it's ok," you assured him as you placed your hand on his mouth to stop him from uttering any other words. "You need help with that, don't you?" You stared at him, removing your hand from his mouth to let him speak.

"Eren, I asked you a question." You pushed.

"... I-yes?" This wasn't like you, this wasn't like all the other nights where he would disobey you. Normally, he would have been pulled to your lap and spanked until tears of regret would stream down his eyes. Harsh? Yes. But he liked it like that, he can't say that he didn't like this punishment and that he wasn't having it in the back of his head as he pleasured himself without your permission.

Nonetheless, you pulled out Erens fingers that were jammed in his hole and replaced them with yours. He threw his head back as he didn't think you would actually help him, eliciting a stinging whine. You started fucking him with your fingers not showing any mercy and repeatedly hitting his sweet spot dead on, leaving him squirming like a sprayed cockroach [I'm sorry-]. He stopped touching his tip and started gripping the sheets around him feeling completely content with only your fingers in him. You on the other hand started licking his nipples granting him overwhelming pleasure.

"Fuck, this feels so good~" he squealed in between his series of moans and whimpers. "Can I come, please? Please let me cum!" he relaxed his back against the mattress after arching his back as soon as you took over the control. Tear-filled eyes awaited your answer.

"Yes, yes of course. Go ahead." You assured him.

After a few in-and-outs with your finger, never once missing his prostate, you pushed him over the edge and made him come a rather impressive load all over himself. With a weeping-like sound, he let the feeling of the long-awaited orgasm wash over him.

You didn't stop your fingers as they were fucking him through the orgasm and after he was done coming all over himself. The overstimulation made Eren into a squirming mess.

"Y/N, I'm sensitive-" he whined behind a hand that flew in front of his mouth. Tears were threatening to fall but that just encouraged you more.

"Well, you should have thought about it before you disobeyed me like that. You wanted to come, didn't you? Now I'm making you come even more than you thought. I am basically showering you with orgasms. Isn't that what you wanted? You should be more thankful," you punctuated your words with the pace of your fingers. The way you were with your words did something to Eren and he couldn't deny it. It sent a ticklish feeling through his whole body and specifically his throbbing cock.

"Fuck! I- I'm about to-" and with that, he came for the second time this night. Just how many times was he going to orgasm tonight?

"Don't look at me like that, you knew this was going to happen. This is a punishment, Eren. You really thought I was going to let you go just like that? I'm going to completely drain you until you can't think for yourself," you chuckled behind a serious face that was cracking by the minute as you couldn't fathom that Eren actually thought he would get away with his bratty behavior. His twitching body felt restless in your hold, and after his 6th orgasm, you thought you'd let him rest when he told you he couldn't come anymore. As he relaxed on your bed you went and got things to clean his cum covered body. You return to a, now awake, Eren trying to find the clothes he scattered all around your room.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you asked, genuinely confused.

"This was just supposed to be a break I have to go back and finish this stupid assignment," Eren said, retrieving his boxers from under the bed, however, they got there...

"Hey, but aren't you like tired or something? You should stay and sleep here you know 'cause..." you were running out of words, you just wanted him to stay and be next to you. You looked at him as he fetched his pants and his shirt, struggling to put them on.

"I should probably just get this over with. Text me when...you know when," now fully clothed, Eren left your room, leaving you standing there absolutely perplexed and somewhat alone. Funny how the table has turned. He used to feel just like you after every night together; lonely, abandoned, and empty. Always crying himself to sleep, wanting to feel your body press against him in a comforting manner, but his fear of commitment would keep his other bedside cold. And because he didn't want to fall deeper into this bottomless void he created a strict barrier between you two, which only lead to sharing the pain.

You hesitated if you should call him or not, to ask if everything is ok between the two of you. But you quickly decided to drop it and let him focus on getting his assignment done.

This sucked but you can't get enough of him and vice versa.

He is a blessing as well as he is a curse.

#attack on titan eren #eren yaegar #sub!character #sub!eren #dom!reader #attack on titan #im sorry again #lmao #i don't even know if this is good #i kinda rushed the end #<3333

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