#I am NOT waiting for an answer that's too scary

[happilyjules]

Soul-Mates Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

SoulBond!AU

Pairings: Saja Boys x F!Reader

Synopsis: You’re the soul-mate to the Saja Boys, destined for each other. Legend has it that if a demon is able to find their soul-mate, and solidify that bond, then they might gain their lost soul back. That’s if other demons don’t kill you first.

Warnings: Soul Bond with Saja Boys, Angst, Mild Language, more to be added later

A/N: Posted on A03 thought Tumblr might like to read it as well. I’ll update as often as i’m able, but I do have a chronic illness that can take away my days. Goal is to have multiple parts posted in one week. I did try and tag all those who requested. Let me know if I missed any, or if you like to be tagged in future updates. Enjoy!

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Chapter 4 - Too Fast?

Sitting in Baby’s car, you sniffle wiping at tears that refuse to go away. Replaying the moment over and over in your head, you realize how close you came to something terrible happening. 

“Hey,” Baby says, taking your hand, giving a comforting squeeze. “You’re okay.” 

“I know,” you let out a shaky breath. “It’s just…How close I was to not … It’s scary.”

“But you are okay,” He said firmly. “You fought that asshole and got out of there.”

“Yeah,” you say shakily. 

“No yeah, you did that. You kicked ass today and saved yourself. That is amazing,” Baby asserted. “You are safe because of you.”

“I am,” you begin to smile. “I am safe because I kicked his ass. Well, technically I kneed his balls.”

“Even better,” Baby laughs, and finally you let out a chuckle with him.  

“Thanks for being there,” you say, as a thought crosses your mind. “Wait, why were you there?”

”I was coming back from dinner when I heard you crying. I just wish I got there sooner,” Baby says, kissing the back of your hand. 

The air thickened as you attempted to catch your breath, Baby’s eyes never leaving yours. “Me too,” you whisper, a pull deep in your chest, pulling you towards him. 

It’s four lips meeting. It’s shocks down your spine. It’s the world spinning in the opposite direction. It’s soft, hesitant; two people exploring the idea of love. His hand found the side of your face, moving to the back of your neck. Tilting your head ever so slightly, he kisses the side of your mouth. 

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, nudging your nose with his. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you smile back. Time has lost all meaning, as his lips find yours again. As his tongue licks your lips, your phone goes off, causing you to jump at the sudden noise. 

“Sorry,” you whisper, seeing a text from your friend, Amelia. 

“Where are you? You okay?” 

“Long story, be up soon.” 

“I should go,” you say, sliding your phone into your purse. 

”You can stay,” he whispers, and something inside you jumps at that idea. 

“I have to work in the morning,” you answer, before that part of you took him up on that idea. 

“Would you like me to walk you upstairs?”

Considering it for a moment, you look up at your lit-up apartment. “I’m fine, thank you,” You say, going to open your door.

“Hold on,” Baby said, getting out of the car and quickly running around to open your door. 

“You don’t have to,” you say, even as he opens the door.

“What if I want to?” his voice deepened. 

“Then okay,” you say, biting your lip. God, you’ve known this man for only a day, and somehow you've kissed him and you’re falling for him. What is going on with my life?

Opening your building’s door, you turn around. “Baby?”

“Yes, Angel?”

“Um…” you say looking down, feeling suddenly embarrassed. Going for it you ask, “Would you like my number?” 

“Of course,” he smiled widely, making your knees wobble slightly. 

Exchanging numbers, he kisses your cheek. “Call if you need anything, Angel.”

”I will,” you blush before hurrying into your building. 

Walking into your apartment, you’re on cloud nine. Heart spinning, you cannot stop the grin plastering your face. 

“Okay, so tell me that wasn’t Baby from the Saja Boys giving you a ride home from work?” Amelia demanded the moment you walked into your apartment. 

Right, Amelia; your roommate and best friend. The person whom you haven’t seen in a day, and who is currently obsessing over the Saja Boys; at least the last you checked. What are you going to tell her? 

“Um…” You don’t answer, making your way to your bedroom. 

“Don’t Ummm me,” Amelia followed. “That was Baby wasn’t it?”

“No,” You lie scrunching your face. 

“That’s your lying face,” Amelia proclaimed. “That was Baby. How do you know him?”

“Um…okay well,” You start, running your hand through your hair. “I met them yesterday.”

“Them? What do you mean, them?”

“Remember when I went out busking last night?” Amelia nodded, and you continued. “The whole band found me playing, and we ended up all going to dinner,” you say the last part quickly. 

“And you didn’t think to invite me?” Amelia asked. 

“It was late,” you try to justify. “You were already asleep or going to sleep.” 

“I would’ve woken up,” Amelia replies, voice rising an octave.  

“I should have invited you,” you admit, twisting your hands. “I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t think about it until I got home.”

“It’s okay, I get it,” Amelia turns to walk away. 

“No, you don’t,” you walk after her. “I was a jerk for not inviting you. I’m sorry I should have.”

“You forgot. It’s okay,” she says, clearly trying not to appear hurt. “I made dinner, it’s in the fridge if you want some.”

“Thanks,” you say, feeling horrible. Amelia being mad, you can handle. Amelia being hurt, you can’t handle. 

Wanting to follow to explain yourself, you stop in the center of the kitchen. You have no idea how to explain yourself. During the last twenty-four hours you went out to dinner with the Saja Boys, one of them drove you to work, and kissed another.  How are you going to explain any of what’s happening in a way that doesn’t further hurt her feelings? 

Cursing, you open the fridge to find your dinner already plated. She really is the best friend, and you screwed up. You know it’s not not inviting her, it's forgetting her. It’s knowing how much she’d love getting to know them, and completely forgetting about her. 

I’m such a shitty friend, you think, sitting down to dinner. 

Baby stays until he’s certain you’re home, the memory of your kiss still tingling on his lips. It was soft, tentative, and everything Baby dreamed of. He only wishes it didn’t end so quickly. Driving home, he made his way up to his shared apartment. His mates are going to need to be filled in on the night events. God, if he were a hair slower that demon might have gotten its claws into you. 

“What happened?” Jinu asks as Baby walks through the door.

“A demon found her. We’re lucky I happened to be close by,” Baby answers, knowing that he wasn't the only one who felt your terror during the attack.

“So quickly?” Abby asks, standing from his spot on the couch. 

Baby shrugged. “Seems that way. I got there just as it was about to grab her.”

“What’d you do?” Jinu asks, as Romance and Mystery put down whatever video game they were playing. 

“Grabbed the fucker, and snapped his neck before he could lay another hand on her,” Baby answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Good,” Romance let out a sigh of relief. 

“She didn’t see you,” Mystery states.

“No,” Baby shook his head. “After taking a moment to calm down, I transformed back into this form, and walked by as if coming back from dinner.”

“But she’s okay?” Romance asks, hand over his chest. 

“Yes, when I left her she calmed down, and got home safe,” Baby answered, leaving out the part where they kissed. That’s something special between you and him.

“We can’t leave her alone anymore,” Abby stated. “If a demon has found her already, there’s no telling when another will try.”

“No we can’t,” Jinu agreed. “We need to take shifts watching over her.”

“What about when all five of us are needed for things?” Romance asked. “We can’t leave her alone anymore.”

“My animals will watch over her, and alert us if anything is nearby,” Jinu responds. 

“I don’t like that idea,” Baby shook his head. 

“We don’t have much of a choice,” Jinu responds, as Abby punches the wall. 

“We have another problem,” Mystery spoke up. “A demon has found her.”

“We know that,” Abby snapped. 

“Then Gwi-ma has found her as well.” Mystery continued. 

A series of curses from each boy echoed through the room. If Gwi-ma knows, then there’s no telling what he might try: poison, torture, death. None of which, if Baby had his way, would befall you. 

“Let’s not jump to conclusions just yet,” Jinu spoke, the voice of reason. “It’s one demon, who may not have realized what she is.”

“Or I killed it before it could report back to Gwi-ma,” Baby answered. 

“Exactly,” Jinu pointed at Baby. “Let’s just keep an eye on (Y/N), and keep her safe.”

“Nothing will get past me,” Abby rubbed his fist with his hand.    

“Or any of us,” Romance adds. “I’ll take the first shift.”

“Why you?” Abby asked. 

“Because I called it,” Romance says. 

“You can’t just call it,” Abby retorted. “We need to vote on it.”

“No we don’t,” Romance countered, as Jinu cleared his throat, gaining their attention. 

“Mystery’s already left,” Jinu pointed to the closing door. 

The next morning, you get up early, go to your favorite coffee shop, and with your purchases in hand, make your way home just in time for Amelia to be coming out of her bedroom. 

“Hey, Bestie. I know you probably still hate me, and you have every right, but I got you coffee and a scone. It’s blueberry. Warmed up.”  You hold up the purchases in your hands. 

“I’m not mad, (Y/N),” She says with a sigh. “I just…”

“I know,” you put down your purchases on the table. “I should have asked you to come, but honestly everything’s happened so fast. It’s almost like some crazy outside force has been pulling me in their direction and I can’t stop it.” 

Frowning, Amelia grabbed her coffee and scone, making you smile a little. Small win. 

“What do you mean?” Amelia asked, sitting at the table. 

You shrug, trying to put into words what you’ve been feeling. “It’s going to sound crazy.”

“Okay.”

“Well, ever since we saw them I’ve been drawn to them.”

“Like a fan?” Amelia asks. 

“No like…” You sip your coffee. “Like I want to be around them all the time.”

“Like a fan,” Amelia points out.

“No,” you repeat. “It’s more than that I swear. It’s almost like some invisible force is pulling us together. They keep showing up when I need them, and I like it.”

“Like a fan would?” she asks. 

“It’s more than that, like yesterday I was running late for work, and Romance was downstairs waiting with his car to take me to work,” you admit.  

“How did he know when you worked?”

Biting your lip, you answer. “I may have told them during dinner.”

“Okay so now we have five boys taking your dinner, one driving you to work, and the other taking you home. In one day,” she says.

“Well there’s one more tiny detail, but it needs context.”

“What?”

“You know that alley I take as a shortcut?” you ask. 

“The one I always say is too risky? Yes.”

“Well you were right,” you admit. “I was attacked in that alley by some creep. Pretty sure he was trying…” You shake your head. “You know what doesn't matter. I fought him off, kneed him in the balls.”

“Oh my god, are you okay? What’d you do next?” she asked, taking your hand in hers. 

“I ran like hell,” you admit, still more than a little shaken from the ordeal. 

“Oh my god (Y/N),” Amelia pulls you into a hug. “You should have said something last night.”

”That’s the thing, I’m fine,” you say. “After I ran like hell, Baby found me hyperventilating on a bench. He helped me calm down enough to breathe, and drove me home.”

“And you’re sure you’re okay? Do you want me to meet you at work and walk home with you?”

“Maybe,” you admit, heart racing at the idea of walking home alone again. “You sure you can?”

“Yeah, my bus passes by on the way home, I’ll just take an earlier stop,” she agreed. 

“Thanks, Amelia. You’re the best,” you two hug at the table. 

“Okay so back to Baby finding you freaking out.” Amelia changes topics. “How did he find you?”

”He was walking past after dinner.”

”At the mall?”

“Yeah.”

”Okay, so now we have dinner, car ride, saving, car ride?”

”Okay um.. Baby and I might have sort of kissed a little,” you blush. 

“Okay,” she nodded once, taking a bite of her scone. “Okay, so let me get this all straight. Dinner, car ride, saving, car ride, kiss?”

”Yeah that’s about it,” you nod. “Oh wait,” you bit your lip already hearing how crazy everything else is. “I sort of gave Romance and Baby my number.”

”So they all have your number.”

”Yeah.” You’d like to think they wouldn’t share your number, but thinking about it you aren’t super sure they wouldn’t. 

“Okay so now we have dinner, car ride, saving, car ride, kiss, number exchange. All in one day?” Amalia asked, skeptically. 

“No, dinner was the night before,” you try to argue. 

“It all just seems like a lot,” Amelia says. “Like one of those things happening sure, but all of them? Weird.”

”It's not weird,” you insist. 

“It’s weird. You kissed one twenty-four hours into knowing them. If I didn’t know you, I’d swear you were already falling for him.”

“What if I am?” You ask, not wanting to point out the growing feelings for all the boys. 

“Then I’d say slow it down,” she answers. “I mean I’m all for love and first sight, but this this is fast. Slow it down.”

“You might be right,” you admit, as the burning sensation presses in your chest. 

@nightmarewasteland @nightlark100 @winter-solstice24 @craftygamerscrafts @osball @satansdaughter123 @simpdevil66

[sanstropfremir]

wrt the newjeans debut i'm so excited for the myusic and min heejin but i'm also soso sick of the all-minor gg groups trend. minors have always been apart of the kpop industry but i rly feel that it's become so much more common within the last few yrs to debut groups w no one but minors esp in ggs. right off the bat i can name weeekly stayc ive woo!ah and class:y but the only all-adult group by the time of debut i can think of from the last couple yrs is aespa and even then i'm pretty sure ningning might have just barely been 18. the youngest member of newjeans is supposed to have just turned 14 liek that's the same age as my younger brother. that's sickening. that's a high school freshman. sry for this little rant i just needed to get this off my chest

i'm not actually sure if it's more common right now but the frequency has not gone down, that's for sure. it is supremely frustrating, especially when older more experienced performers constantly 'age out of the industry' because there's this fucked up preoccupation with youth.

[rogueddie]

Part one

Steve has so many questions, especially once they get in Eddies van. Everything is different- from the shops to the people. Even the trees look different. He wants to know why.

"We already told you," Dustin sighs. "Time has passed, fashion has changed, whatever."

"But why?" He leans forward, jabbing his finger at one of the shops. "Why did they change the colors?"

"I don't know!"

Dustin doesn't yell, not like his father would. He doesn't do anything other than groan too, encouraging Steve to keep asking questions. He even dares to stick his tongue out when he finally starts complaining, asking Steve to shut up.

By the time they pull up outside a small, wooden cabin, Dustin looks ready to strangle him.

It's kind of funny.

"Alright," Eddie finally speaks up. "Let's go."

He quickly jumps out, jogging around to catch Steve as he steps out, throwing him over his shoulder. He laughs when Steve yells, trying to kick him.

"Don't be a brat, Harrington!" He cackles.

"This is why you aren't cool like Robin!" He yells back, twisting around so he can tug at his hair. "You're a meanie."

"Ow, dude, not the hair!"

Someone clears their throat, making Eddie stop walking. Steve tries to wriggle around, trying to see who it is, but Eddies jacket blocks his view no matter what.

Someone snaps their fingers, after a moment, and Eddie gently lowers him back onto his feet.

The man standing in front of the cabin door looks stunned, when Steve turns around. He blinks at the group for a second, before silently pointing to Steve.

"We don't know," Robin answers. "He's been like this for a while."

"Let me guess; parents aren't home. Again."

"They're busy!" Steve defends.

The man snorts, shaking his head. "That's what you always say, kid." He steps aside, nodding towards the cabin. "Come on, she knew you were coming."

Before Steve can step inside, following the group, the man stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Kid," the man clears his throat as he crouches down. His hand is gentle on his shoulder. "You doing ok?"

"I'm fine."

"Steve. This is probably very confusing and scary, I know, but you need to trust us. We want to help you."

Steve scuffs his feet on the floor, grumbling, "yeah, I know."

"So if you're not ok, you can tell us."

"Yeah, I know."

The man stares at him for a moment, before nodding. "If that changes, let us know, ok?"

"Ok."

"Good. Come on."

The inside of the cabin is cozy. Cluttered. Lived in.

"Hello Steve!" A young woman greets. Her hair is shorter than his, Steve notes. And she has a nice smile.

"Hello."

"I am Jane, but you can call me El." She offers her hand.

He shakes it automatically, a little surprised when she doesn't let go. "El?"

"That is what my friends call me." She gestures towards the two pillows set out on the floor, in front of the TV. "I am going to find out what has happened to you. It won't hurt."

"Uh, right. What- uh..." He looks to Robin, who nods encouragingly. "What do I do?"

"Sit with me."

She gently tugs him over, sitting on one of the pillows. She smiles at him when he hesitates, waiting, patient.

He keeps quiet, looking to the others when she pulls out a blindfold.

"It helps her think," the man explains.

Steve nods, even though he doesn't understand what that means.

For a moment, nothing happens. They sit there, almost silent- the static from the TV starts to grate his ears, especially with how close they're sat. But the others look tense, impatient, so Steve tries to stay where he is. He tries to behave.

Until he spots blood.

"She's bleeding!" He points out.

He goes to jump to his feet, but a hand quickly lands on his shoulder, pushing him back down.

It's Robin.

"It's ok, she's ok, it's just a nosebleed," she says. "It's harmless, really. She knows what she's doing."

Robin stays next to him. She even lets him hold her hand when he reaches out for her.

It's not long, after that, until El lifts the blindfold off. She looks confused.

"Well?" Dustin snaps. "What is it? Is he ok? Did someone do-"

"Hey," Eddie gently interrupts, leaning over to bump their shoulders together.

"He is ok," El says, once Dustin relaxes a little. "But I... don't know how this happened."

"How do we change him back?" Eddie asks.

"I can't, I'm sorry. But it is taking too much power to sustain itself."

"Wait, wait, wait," Robin rubs at her forehead. "So, you can't change him back but, what, eventually he will on his own?"

"Yes."

"How long will that take?" Dustin asks.

"I am not sure. Maybe a week? Two?"

"And until then he's just stuck like this?"

"I am sorry, Steve," El says, turning to him. "When it is weaker, I might be able to help?"

"That's ok," Steve quickly reassures her. "I will be ok. I know how to take care of myself."

"What?" El tilts her head, confused.

"Kid, you're staying here," the man says.

"No, Hopper," Robin cuts in, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "I'm gonna take care of him. He's, like, my soulmate! And he likes me!"

"Woah, hold on," Dustin says. "That's not fair! He's my family!"

They continue to argue for an hour. It's mostly playful, but Steve kind of likes it. He's never had anyone fight over him before.

"He is staying here," Eddie finally speaks up, when it looks like the man- Hopper- is about to explode. "Neither of you two have thought of a single excuse for your parents. And you can't leave him in that big house on his own. He's safer here."

"Oh, fuck," Robin suddenly jerks upright. "What the hell do I tell Keith?"

Part Three

tag list for those who asked; @songbird-garden @str4wb3rry-guy @badcaseofcasey @lioniheart @irethsune @starry-eyedlune @newtstabber @messrs-weasley @vesme @penny00dreadful

[sugarsfics]

“If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle”

“If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle” 

Summary: Eddie invites you over for a movie night. Movie night is in his room. The only place to sit is his bed. His bed is small 

Trope: Eddie x shy!reader; friends to lovers 

Warning: use of y/n 

30 day challenge: Day 7 Send Request <3 

For the past hour Eddie has been running around the trailer making sure everything was perfect. Why? Because you are coming over, his crush is coming over. He has been crushing on you for a while. Every class he had with you he would find an excuse to talk to you, asking you for a pencil, piece of paper, answers, making a joke, anything to hear you talk or smile. That smile. The first time you smiled at him he was whipped, that smile made him smile, little did you know that when you turned to face the board you took his heart with you. You were very to yourself, only talking when spoken to, you had a small group of friends that he always saw you with. It took time but you eventually got comfortable with him, he was so grateful. P.E was one of your classes together before he sat on the bleachers alone looking at you, now you sit with him P.E became his favorite class. During that class he learned so much about you, this particular class you told him that you love the movie The Outsiders and how you have been waiting for it to be back in the video store. Eddie pulled so string, one of the workers he sells to works there so he told him he would give him a discount if he got the movie once the person returned it. So that brings you to now, he got the movie Monday, told you about Tuesday at school, then made plans to watch it together on Saturday. Since then he has been deep cleaning the trailer. Stressing out a girl is coming over, you are coming over.

You were just as stressed out as much as him. Everything seemed fine in theory of making of plans. But as Saturday came closer the bubblier your stomach got; you were going to Eddie’s house. Eddie what a beautiful man, you had a huge crush on him never in a million years did you think that he would talk to you let alone invite you his house to watch a movie. You triple checked your outfit, sat in front of your mirror in different positions making sure you looked good in all, brushed your teeth, took ten mints, and did everything you could think of to look pretty. When you felt decent you walked out quickly. You try to scurry pass your stepbrother room “Y/N” shit he saw you “Yes” “Where are you going” “out” “where” should you lie or tell him; lie he was way to over protective “To my friend's house” “Which one” think think “Alexis” she will cover for me “Are you going to stay the night” am I? What is going to happen tonight? Those bubble guts came back “I am not sure yet” “ok let me know” “will do Stevie” “Don’t call me that” Yea your stepbrother was Steve Harrington.  

You drove to Eddie’s trying to focus on the road, but your mind couldn’t stop racing. It was a little scary, but you zoned back in when you pulled into the trailer park, not sure how you made it here. Eddie heard a car pull up and quickly looked out the window and saw your sage green car, you said that it was a gift from your grandma when you were 16. He fixed his hair then opened the door for you “Welcome to my castle” he said “hi Eddie” you spoke. There was a small staring contest between you too then Eddie broke the silence “This way to my cave” he led you to his room. You were about to be in a guy's room you thought, she is about to be in my room he thought. “Um movie is in going to grab the popcorn anything to drink?” “Water please” you sounded so sweet and polite he would get you anything if you asked him “Got it make yourself at home” You stared at his bed for a few seconds it was small but there was no other place to sit, so you sat at the corner. He walked in a minute later and was freaking you are on his bed, he tried to hide his excitement and climb into his bed “You can come further in I won’t bite” he joked you crawled next to him didn’t make any eye contact, your bodies were so close together you felt his warmth. Even being so close, your leg was falling off the bed, you tried not to think about how uncomfortable this was going to be. Eddie saw your leg he wanted to grab it a pull it close pull you close, "If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle” Eddie said where did that courage come from “are- are you sure” “Yea I don’t need you falling off” he opened his arms. Your heart started beating fast, there were so many firsts today already and now you are going to be in his arms. Your body didn’t know how to react so you slowing lied on him, he chuckled. As the movie played you slowly melted into him. The movie ended but neither of you moved, if anything you are scooting closer together. Eddie turned you to face him “Hi” “Hi” you giggled “This is nice” “Yea” “Maybe this could be a regular thing” “What do you mean” you asked “Saturday could be movie date nights” “Date? Was this a date” “It could be if you want it to be” there was silence again he thought he messed up “I have never been on a date before” you said shyly “Me either, tonight was a lot of my first” “Me too” you grinned at him. “You were a lot of my firsts” he continued “How” “Well the first girl to come to my house, first girl to be in my bed, first girl I cuddled with” He intertwined your hand together “This is my first time holding a girl's hand and this is my first kiss” he leaned in you met in the middle fireworks explode all around you. He pulled away but you brought him closer “Sorry I um I really liked that” he pecked your lips “So did I” He put on another movie, but you feel asleep “first girl to sleep with me” he laughed cuddling into you more than falling asleep himself . You were awoken by banging on the door. You and Eddie did not want to leave each other’s arms, but it only got louder. “Stay here” he kissed your forehead. He opened the door to a pissed off Steve “Harrington?” “Munson?” “What are you doing here” “Why is my sister's car in your lawn” “Sister?!” 

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[koshifairy]

𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

kuroo, atsumu, bokuto and tsukishima having online classes with u, aka crush of them :)

imagine the we are in 2019 - 2020

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

lmaooo atsumu is gonna pin ur screen and pays attention to only u

ok... discreetly trying to flirt with you...

making the face 😏 just to look hot and u fall for him... 💀

and y/n answer me is this working? 🤨

he be like ☺ seeing u

and if u smile or laugh

he is like 😁😆 !!

osamu is sending messages about this

“so simp look at ur face” *sends screenshot of atsumu*

“how can i not be? look y/n's smile!”

but after atsumu is like 😳 bc the teacher asked him something about whatever they were studying and he didn't know.

when you start talking he puts his volume at 100%. he doesn't care !

and if someone starts talking over you.. oh gosh

osamu is already waiting to see atsumu make a bad face

and trying to get back to the subject you were talking about

“sorry but y/n was talking 😑 u can continue now y/n!! 🥰”

atsumu is going to be so so so upset if dont open your camera. he likes to appreciate u :(

so open this camera y/n !

and if u aren't in the class atsumu is just going to sleep while is having class

camera off

mic off

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

he is happy about online classes

now he can watch you without anyone noticing and find it weird

because c'mon if he does that everybody would notice it and thinks he has a crush on you

yamaguchi already knows tho

but he pays attention to the class !!

but he is also unable to hold himself and ends up looking at your camera 🥺

HE IS TRYING SO MUCH TO NOT SMILE OKAY

is because tsukishima thinks u r so cute

but sometimes he can't handle so is he like 🙂

he kinda gets sad when he’s not in your group

if he had the courage he would ask to change to the teacher and stay with you !!

he is observant, he perceives when you cut your hair even when it was a little <3

he gets so soft when he sees it on the camera that you smiled because the dumb guy of the class told a joke 🥺

ayo tsukishima is finally seeing your beautiful smile !!! 🙏

he is mentally thanking this guy 🙄

also he wants you to always have the mic on, he wants to hear your laugh when this happens

he is missing your laugh y/n 😿

also, if he sees that you are stressed because of online classes, he will definitely ask for your number and try to help you

because besides wanting to help you he wants to talk to you :( <3

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎

nervous

“kenma am i pretty? i need to know if i am rn i cannot be ugly y/n is in the class !!”

no but really, kuroo wants to be really handsome for u

is he late for class? yes, but class can wait, he's not showing up with messy hair ✌

lol sometimes he uses really pretty clothes

just for u. 😼

kuroo is like 😳🥺 seeing u with the face of someone who just woke up

bc u look SO CUTE

if u don't appear in the class kuroo is gonna be v v v worried and he is gonna ask the teacher if he knows where are u

he hates when u aren't there

nothing to appreciate

but he pay attention to the class

he heard about that u like smart guys so 😏

kuroo realLY wants to ask for ur number but he is so shy

already asked to yaku if he can have your number or even some social media

but yaku is not doing this. unfortunately 😢

so he is like waiting ( like this 🤞 ) the teacher says that you and he are together to do a homework together

and he will finally have ur number 😼

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎

definitely fix ur screen too/2

he is never late for class

bc he is so excited to see u

if u miss class. bokuto emo modo on.

everyone can see him through the screen him like that 🥺☹️

ok this is gonna be a little but scary but -

he IS taking screenshots of you and sending to akaashi after or while the class

“look akaashi 😿💔 so pretty today 😫”

and yk, bokuto is not ashamed to show that he is proud of you when the teacher ask something and u know the answer !!!

“y/nnnn !!! so smart wow 😲🤩”

and if the teacher complain u

he is going to agree with him.

if you have a high grade bo will congratulate you

“ congratulations y/n !!! i knew that you could do that<3 ”

lol even if you say you are not going to turn on the camera because u look messy.

“y/nnn u are not ugly !!!”

also he just open his mic to say something really dumb or tell a joke just to see your smile or listen to your laugh :)

yep we can see that bokuto is a simp for u.

[its-time-to-write]

Hi! Could You write a Jamie x Kent!reader? Like roy finds out when phoebe recognizes Jamie in a cute way,and he loses his mind on reader and Jamie,but phoebe saves the day? Thanks and best wishes✨

Got it! Here ya go! Thank you for requesting 💙

take your time while you’re mine

Roy is your brother. Molly is your sister. Phoebe is your niece. You’re a Kent, and (in your opinion) you’re the worst one. Roy’s all about football and coaching and being grumpy, Molly is a badass doctor/mom, and Phoebe is, well, Phoebe. She’s way cooler than any of you, and she’s only eight. 

You feel like you’ve been clawing and scratching your way to the top ever since you were younger, trailing after Roy and Molly.

You forged your own path, acquiring university degrees like it was your job. You let work consume you, traversing the world in a journey of self-discovery until Molly called you one day, with the news that Phoebe’s dad was gone for good. She didn’t ask, but you answered anyway. You dropped everything and flew back to London.

You’ve been around ever since, changing diapers, taking Phoebe to school, going to Roy’s football matches. You’d settled into your own skin a little more, and although it wasn’t a path you chose, it was a path you loved.

Your favorite was hanging around after matches, waiting for Roy to drive you home. You got to talk to his teammates and joke around with them about Roy’s gruff demeanor. There was only one you didn’t like. Jamie Tartt.

You’d have to agree with Roy’s assessment of this one, although Molly banned all talk of Jamie in the house. All it would take is for one of you to start and then you and Roy would just go at it, about how he was a little prick and far too self-righteous and how his stupid, awful hair was nothing compared to his stupid, awful face.

You were glad when he was kicked off the team.

You were upset when he came back.

But, he started hanging around.

His hair was less stupid and his face was less prick-ish, especially when he was cracking dumb jokes to make you laugh.

He’d talk to you while you waited for Roy, then slip away as soon as he appeared.

Jamie-talk was less banned around the house now, but you still didn’t engage. Roy didn’t notice but Molly did, because she cornered you on one of her rare days off to ask you about it.

“You like Jamie,” she states, as you were elbow-deep in dishes.

You look at her, alarmed. “What? No, I don’t. He’s a prick.”

Molly raises an eyebrow (a family trait Phoebe has not yet mastered). “Then why don’t you talk about him?”

You shrug as best you can without flinging soap. “Like I said, he’s a prick. And you were the one who said we couldn’t talk about him.”

Molly returns your shrug. “That was because you both were feeding off each other’s nasty energy. Didn’t want it around Phoebe. But Roy obviously doesn’t hate him anymore, and you’re clearly head-over-heels for him.”

The plate you’re scrubbing slips from your grasp, splashing both you and Molly.

“What makes you say that?” you ask, as casually as possible.

Molly laughs. “Not sure if you’ve forgotten, but I am your older sister. I know more about you than you know about yourself.”

“Fine,” you say, dropping a fork back into the water. “He asked me out two days ago and I said yes because I do like him, but I don’t want Roy finding out, so you’d better not tell him!”

Molly grins. “Fuckin’ knew it. My lips are sealed.” 

—

You’re successfully sneaking around Roy for one month, when the shoe drops. You and Jamie had been taking Phoebe out about once a week when you were positive Roy was either out of town or “getting his old-man rest,” as you like to call it. Seriously, that man could sleep an entire weekend away. 

This time, he and Molly have something at Phoebe’s school. She insisted he come because, quote, “I’m not braving those crazy mums by myself, and you’re scary enough to keep them away.”

Roy says yes, obviously, because he’d do anything for Molly. You would too, which is why you, Phoebe, and Jamie are strolling around Richmond, and why she and Jamie are trying to convince you of their need for ice cream sandwiches. 

“Pheebs, we literally just had ice cream cones. Why do you need an ice cream sandwich?”

“Because it’s lunch time.” The duh in her voice is heavily implied. 

“And, babe, you have sandwiches at lunch,” Jamie adds. 

“It’s a totally different food group,” Phoebe agrees. 

You roll your eyes. “Babes, Moll will absolutely kill me if I let you. No way.”

You’re saved from their rebuttal by a voice saying, “What the fuck is Tartt doing here?”

The three of you jump, startled, and you and Jamie unclasp hands. You turn to see a frowning Roy. 

“Roy!” you say, unconvincing smile on your face, “I thought you were at Phoebe’s school. Where’s Molls?”

Roy’s glare never leaves Jamie’s face. “We left early. Now answer the fucking question.”

 You can see Phoebe starting her mental tab of Roy’s swear words. Of all the times not to have her notebook handy. 

She knows neither you nor Jamie are going to be able to come up with a coherent response so she says, “Uncle Jamie picked us up to get ice cream.”

This registers with Roy, possibly a little too well, because he steps closer to Jamie and growls, “Hang on. Why the fuck does she call you ‘Uncle Jamie?’”

Jamie shrugs, grateful for any moment he’s still breathing. “Dunno. For me lovable personality?”

“No,” says Phoebe, “it’s because you’re dating my aunt so that makes you my uncle!”

Roy turns on Jamie. “You’re fucking what?”

Jamie holds up his hands. “In my defense, I wanted to tell ya. She thought you’d be mad.” He points at you.

“Was I wrong?” you ask, arms crossed, “Or is this another thing you’re going to be overprotective about?”

You can see Roy’s self-control working overtime as he tries to figure out a response that is going to a) not make you mad b) irritate Jamie and c) be appropriate for Phoebe’s ears. He finally settles on a strained, “Great,” and you smile.

“I love Uncle Jamie,” Phoebe says, fully aware of everything Roy is thinking. “He buys me ice cream and makes us laugh.”

Roy gives you a look that says, we’re fucking talking about this later and you pretend not to see it. You feel for Jamie. You have a feeling that 4am practices are about to get a lot more hellish. 

At least you won’t be alone for Roy’s interrogation. You know he’s going to lose his fucking mind when he hears Molly knew this whole time. 

You don’t worry about it yet, though. Right now you just listen to Jamie and Phoebe swear to Roy they haven’t had the chance to get their ice creams yet, and maybe he should take them because it’s getting close to lunch time and they’re quite hungry?

[simplyholl]

Out of My System Pt. 1

Summary: Loki doesn’t understand Thor’s attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Avenger Reader

Warnings: Eventual smut.

W/C: 1K

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You were sitting beside Loki just like you did every movie night, a large bowl of popcorn perched in his lap for sharing. You jumped and screamed so loud, when the monster grabbed the woman on the screen that it even startled Loki, who almost dropped the snack in the floor.

You reached for his hand, entwining your fingers with his long skinny digits. He stayed still for just a moment unsure of how to react to your touch. You felt him relax against you, accepting the affection. Each time, a scary part came on you would hide your face against his arm. He began to anticipate it. He wrapped his arm around you snuggling you closer. Now you could press your face against his broad chest.

You laid your ear against him, listening to the rhythmic sound of his heart beating. You had only been this close to the mischievous god while training. Otherwise, your friendship never crossed any unspoken boundaries. You were surprised how he had welcomed your touch. He wasn’t huge on affection, shying away from hugs, shoulder pats, even handshakes which surprised you. He only shook the hand of business men Stark needed him to schmooze, and only when necessary.

The movie was over too soon. The loss of warmth his body provided made you shiver as you walked to your room. Hurrying to your bed, your mind ran wild with thoughts of the creature from that horrible movie waiting for you underneath, grabbing your feet as you walked by and dragging you under there with it. You got under the blankets covering up every inch of skin. You were an Avenger for crying out loud. You had fought villains way scarier than the monster in the movie.

Still you couldn’t help the thoughts of it waiting to get you as soon as you peaked out from under the blanket. You heard the floor creak and you swear you stopped breathing for a second. Relax! It’s probably somebody walking in the hall. You squeeze your eyes shut willing yourself to fall asleep.

You convince yourself you feel someone staring at you. You give yourself a little pep talk slinging the heavy blanket off your face and retrieving your phone off your nightstand. You get back in your cocoon. You pull up the contact on your phone praying he answers.

“H..hello?” his groggy voice comes over the line and you’ve never been more grateful to hear anyone. “Loki, I need you to come to my room right now.” your voice barely comes out as a whisper. You are trying to stay quite just in case that creature can hear you.

“Darling, it’s three in the morning. I can barely hear you. This is not a good prank.” Click. He ended the call before you could ask for help. You dial his number again. He answers on the third ring. You decide you better make this call count so you start frantically yelling into your phone. “Loki, please don’t hang up! I know it’s three AM, but it’s the witching hour! That means this thing is gonna be that much stronger!! I need you to get in here right now before it kills me!”

You hear your door fling open. You stick your head out from your fortress. Loki is standing in your room, daggers in hand assessing the situation. “Where is it?” he growls. You can’t help the giggles erupting. He looks at you, confusion clearly eating him up.

“Promise you won’t be mad?” “I will make no such promise. Tell me what is so funny about your life being in danger.” You take a deep breath trying to suppress your laughter. “I kept thinking about that movie and I freaked myself out. I convinced myself it was in here with me. So there’s no real danger.”

Loki sighs heavily, running his hands through his slept on curls. He sets his daggers on your nightstand. “You said it was going to kill you.” “Sorry, I was being dramatic. I just didn’t want to be alone because I was scared. I didn’t expect you to burst in here like that. But since you’re here, do you mind staying with me? I know I’m safe with you here.” Loki agrees walking toward your couch.

“Can you sleep in the bed with me, please? I really freaked myself out and I just need to know that you’re right here if I need you.” He gets in beside you, and every fear fades into the darkness as you press your back against his chest. His arm rests against your stomach.

Loki planned to leave right after you fell asleep. He was sure he wouldn’t rest well, if at all. So he was surprised when the sun light peaked through your window and woke him the next morning. He was shocked to find your warm body still snuggled in so closely to his. He had only wrapped his arms around you to comfort you. He didn’t think he would be so reluctant to remove them.

He took the time to study your features. How your hair was a tangled mess even though it seemed like you hadn’t moved at all through the night. How the sun light made your face look almost angelic. He took note of how comfortable he was beside you. And that terrified him. That thought alone was enough motivation for him to go back to his own rooms.

Loki was sure he would never share Thor’s love for Midgardians. He didn’t understand his attraction to them. After Thor and Jane broke up, Thor had successfully seduced every woman he came across. It made Loki sick. He and his brother were gods. Midgardians were beneath them.

Loki waited until their trips to Asgard to sleep around. Those so called models paled in comparison to the goddesses back home. He had never thought highly of any person from Earth, until you.

You stumbled into his life and turned it upside down. You weren’t repulsive. You were beautiful. You weren’t ignorant, but intelligent. You were kind to him, when the rest of the pathetic planet either feared him or hated him. Loki had quickly offered you something he didn’t give lightly to any other person on Earth - his companionship.

Part Two

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[thanksbutno98]

Bro your fanfics are so cute man. Like my lord, you know how to write. Like John and JJ are so cute together, and Evelyn is so much like muffin from Bluey! Then we get the reader and she is such a caring mum that sometimes it feels like she comforts me.

I don't know if you're still doing ideas but could you do one where JJ and Evie are like 8 and 6ish, and Reader gets pregnant, so she and John are like 'How are we gonna tell the kids???' will Evie get jealous or will she be happy? And what about JJs reaction.

It's just a random thought sorry for babbling, but still great job on these fanfics man xx

Oops

John Price x fem!reader

Warning: Mentions of sex, pregnancy, swearing, low self esteem, not edited.

Authors note: thank you so much for your message and sweet words, this was fun to write! I’m loving all the suggestion. I hope you enjoy!

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“Holy, fuck!” You shouted not being able to control yourself at the moment, slapping your hand over your mouth to hush yourself. You were standing barefoot and in your husbands t-shirt and a pair of leggings as your eyes met your own in the bathroom mirror. You had just finished up your skin care routine and had you hair tossed in a towel to dry.

“Mum, you never swear. Are you okay?” Jj was at the foot of your bed peering into your bathroom at you.

He had been having horrible nightmares lately since John showed him some scary movie claiming he was old enough. So you told him he could sleep with you tonight as long as he let you do your thing. ‘Howls Moving Castle’ was playing on the tv which was his sisters favorite movie and you loved it too. Jj claimed he hated it but whenever it wound up on tv he sat through the whole thing. Not being able to answer you turned and nodded with a forced smile. His eyes looked concerned, like he didn’t believe you.

“Mum, you’re a horrible liar.” Your eight year old raised an eyebrow at you. If his dad was home he knew he’d agree.

“I- am mad at your father. He texted me something dumb.” You lied again but this time your son believed you.

“Sounds like him.” Jj quipped going back to your husbands spot in the king sized bed and watching the movie.

“Why is your side of the bed more comfy?” Jj called. You just shut the bathroom door, unable to hear him at the moment. You were breathing heavy and so taken aback. A tingling sensation of panic spreading from your finger tips and up your arms.

Your period had been a week late which you were expecting since you switched birth control. What you were not expecting was the pregnancy test you took just in case to come out positive. Fuck John, he had to be potent or something. Jj was conceived while you were on birth control and you tried for Evelyn which happened within three weeks.

“Holy, fuck.” You shakily whispered to yourself this time. You couldn’t have another baby. Could you?

Jj had just gotten into a fist fight with a boy at school a few weeks ago and Evelyn had climbed onto the roof last month. You had your hands full how were you going to manage a new born on top of it all. Eight and six was a huge age gap in your mind and you had been more than content with two.

The thought of being pregnant again instantly made you sick. You shot to the toilet and emptied your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was stress or nausea due to the pregnancy. Now you knew the morning sickness the past two days wasn’t some food that was off in your fridge but the human that was about to take over your body. You didn’t want that, you couldn’t deal with the horrors of pregnancy again. Could you?

“Mum? Are you okay?” Jj was knocking on the bathroom door softly.

“I don’t think so.” You called. Throwing up again.

“Want me to make some tea?” He asked through the thick wooden door. He knocked again, waiting patiently.

“Um- yeah? Just put the kettle on the stove-“

“And when it whistles only touch the handle and poor it over the tea bag.” Jj finished making you feel okay about your eight year old using the stove this once. John was huge on his kids being capable and self sufficient so you knew you could trust Jj to make you a cup of tea.

“Make sure you turn the stove off. Be careful, pl-“ you cut yourself off throwing up again.

“How do I tell John?” You whispered to yourself as you hugged the toilet. This was a nightmare but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. The thought that John might be excited too dawned on you. He always told you he wanted another after Evelyn but you had such tough pregnancies before you were okay with two.

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“Hey, dad!” Jj smiled brightly into the camera. Sticking his tongue out and making silly faces before his dads face popped up on screen.

“Hey, Junior.” John smirked getting a sour look from his son.

“I told you to call me just Jay. I don’t want Jj or Junior. Only Evie and mum can call me Jj.” He pouted, eyes narrowed through the camera.

John was sitting on a skinny military cot god knows where. His back pressed against the rusted iron and facial hair unruly. It was the longest Jj had ever seen reaching at least an inch off his fathers chin. It wasn’t crazy considering his father had been gone for almost two months now but seeing him like that was a bit odd to the boy. He was use to seeing his father facial hair neatly trimmed and hardly ever saw the man disheveled.

“Speaking of your mum can I talk to her?” John smiled at the thought of you.

John never tried to hide how happy you made him in front of his children. Jj had gotten to the age that whenever John kissed you or was a bit flirty in front of him he was immediately saying ‘ew’ or fake gagging. You two were far from inappropriate but John would smack you ass when he passed by if he saw the kids weren’t looking but he’d been caught a few times.

“No, she’s been throwing up all morning. It’s weird she threw up all night on Wednesday and hasn’t really stopped. I think she’s sick but she says she’s fine.” Jj shrugged.

“Uh. Bring the computer to her.” John insisted. Jj moved the camera from the spot where he was sitting on your shared king sized bed to the closed door of the bathroom.

“She told me not to, and I’m scared of making her mad right now. I’m already grounded for arguing with her about taking the trash out.” Jj rolled his eyes off camera so his father wouldn’t scold him for being fresh.

“Why did you argue with her?” John asked. A feeling of uncertainty filling his stomach. You almost never grounded the kids.

“It was empty besides two things and she said it smelled bad and it had to go out. I didn’t smell anything so I didn’t wanna do it. She got SO mad she cried and now I’m grounded.” Jj shrugged clearly annoyed and feeling jilted.

“Holy, fuck.” John grunted out and rubbed his hands down his face.

“That’s what mum said the other day! What going on dad? I’m not dumb.” Jj was forceful with his question.

John wasn’t dumb, he realized what was going on. After two grueling pregnancies he knew your symptoms well enough since you always struggled the most in the beginning stages. He didn’t need to see the test to know you were pregnant. John was having trouble accepting your little rendezvous a few weeks ago had gotten you knocked up. The timing was going to look bad, like maybe you were unfaithful. Which he knew you weren’t.

About three weeks ago you asked to come on sight for a dig. That meant leaving your father at home with the kids. It was hard for you to leave because both you and John would be thousands of miles away. Being dedicated to your job you told yourself one week away would be okay and it was.

Luck played out in your favor and your husband was stationed only ten miles from the dig sight. You were so encapsulated by the find and you knew you might be sighted in a few studies you had to go. It wasn’t until your husband showed up at the local military bar that you were finally able to get your mind off of work. John didn’t even bother having a drink but asked if you wanted to go for a drive and catch up.

You would deny that you and John were desperate enough to meet up again at the dive bar not too far from base. He stayed in his truck the second time and you ran out to meet him. Then driving maybe five minutes out your husband fucked you senseless in the back of that pickup. Did you two meet up the flowing night for another round and one last time before you went home? Absolutely. Which is how you had become pregnant when John’s feet had not even touched home soil.

This was a worry you and John would be sharing. It’s not like you two could just go and tell people you got knocked up while John was deployed they’d think you cheated. If people knew how far along you were they’d also have some prying questions after doing the math. John hated that he was going to have to explain he got you pregnant in the back off a pickup truck in the Middle East. It was something he was certain he would have to explain to at least his mother who had been waiting for you to ‘slip up’ all these years since your wedding.

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John rolled his shoulders back as he walked down the bright terminal at the airport. It had been four months since he’d been home making this one of the longest stretches of time his children hadn’t physically seen him. Glancing to his left he watched as Laswell typed away on her phone.

“Looking forward to the bad British weather?” John asked. Readjusting his bag on his shoulders.

“Happy, I’m only here for a few days.” She shot back.

“You must be excited to see your wife.” She added trying to decipher John’s stoic expression. Noticing how the corner of his mouth twitched at the mention of you.

“Very.” John meant what he said but was curious if you had brought the kids to greet him.

John wasn’t shy with close people knowing he was married but he did keep the fact you two had kids pretty private. Wll soon to be three. When John left he didn’t think the next time he’d see you you’d be almost three months pregnant. Kate had a sneaking suspicion he had kids when John referenced a Disney movie at one point a few years ago but she never asked. Deciding to let the man have his privacy, she did know he was an uncle.

“Finally get to meet her. She’s got to be one serious girl to be able to put up with you.” Kate couldn’t help but poke fun. It was good sport to get a rise out of the typically gruff man. The easiest way to do that was asking about his personal life or calling football soccer.

“Not in the slightest.” John admitted under his breath.

“Really?” Kate turned her attention back to look over at John. That’s when she saw him smile in a way she’d never seen. He looked younger with that giant grin and happy too. Happiness wasn’t something they usually saw from one another on the job.

“Daddy!” The sound of a little girls giggles echoed through the empty airport. Kate wasn’t expecting to see this part of John’s life. They’d only taken the same flight because she had work to do here and sitting next to John was much better than some stranger.

John jogged a few paces and then squatted as Evelyn dove into his arms. Jj wasn’t far behind squishing his sister as he hugged his dad forcefully. It was a picture perfect moment. One of those things you swore only happened in movies or ‘soldiers coming home’ compilation videos on YouTube.

“Wow” Kate muttered to herself.

This was her first time seeing John’s wife and you didn’t disappoint. John had made an off handed remark once when she had asked what you looked like and he responded with how you were ‘too beautiful for an old prune like him.’ Kate then remembered the time Soap had asked if you had a sister which Gaz cheekily added ‘or a twin?’. The Scotsman ended up running laps with Gaz around the base until they puked. Price made sure to make an example of them so no one dared bring you up again and no one did.

You were dressed in a simple loose black cotton dress that reached mid thigh and you had a cute jean jacket on and pristine white sneakers. When you caught sight of you husband it took all of your self control to not start crying. Loving how your children ran to him you stood there with a hand splayed over your belly, breathing shallowly. You were just starting to show and you felt self conscious about it. You couldn’t get yourself to move it was like your feet were rooted in the ground as John squatted and answered the barrage of questions his children had for him.

Locking eyes with the woman John was walking with she smiled politely and waved. You weren’t quite sure who she was but assumed it was most likely Laswell. You waved back with a bright smile and finally your feet were able to move. John was standing now and taking large strides towards you, Jj and Evelyn hot on his heels.

“I missed you.” You said with much more emotion than you intended. John had you wrapped in a hug seconds later; unashamed for his colleague to see the PDA. The feeling of his strong arms and firm chest had your hair standing on end. He smelled clean, his cologne undetectable which made you smile. You knew he didn’t wear it because it might make you nauseous. That’s when it occurred to; John was a seasoned father at this point and there was no doubt you two could do this.

“How are you feeling? Is everything okay? Do the kids know? When’s the next appointment?” Johns hand was instinctually on your belly as his tired blue eyes bore into yours. Unable to stop question after question that rolled off his tongue

“Happy and healthy. I’ve been sick as dog though, nothing out of the ordinary. The kids don’t know yet.” You couldn’t remember every question he asked but you tried your best. Out of breath and nervously waiting to have this conversation with John.

“Do you know if it’s a boy or a g-“

“Hi, you must be Kate?” You moved from your husbands arms as to not make his colleague feel unwelcome with your whispering.

“I am, you must be Y/N. Sorry to break up the family reunion.” Kate nodded. She had a confidence to her that was magnetic. You couldn’t help but instantly like her especially after hearing all the countless times she’d saved your husbands ass. He spoke so highly of her it felt as if you already knew her.

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you. John’s told me so much about you.” You spoke sweetly ignoring Kates out stretched hand and hugging her instead. She stiffened for a second but ended up hugging you back.

John deflated a bit at the overly friendly gesture. Him and Kate making eye contact, he could see she was amused by the forward welcome. You weren’t what people at his job would expect you to be. It was gossiped that you had to be some quite little house wife who was scared of her own shadow and serious just like John. Oh, how wrong they were. You were fully established in your career, friendly, bubbly, and not afraid to tell someone off if you thought they had it coming; but most importantly you were kind and loving.

“Okay, that’s enough hugging.” John tugged your elbow feeling the embrace had lasted a second too long. You let go and turned with a pointed look cast at your husband.

“You haven’t even been home ten minutes and you’re bossing me around?” You asked trying to see if he’d meant to be rude. The tips of John’s ears began to burn red feeling quite embarrassed by your remark in front of Kate.

“OooOooo” Evelyn teased always finding it funny when her father got in trouble with you. John cast a sharp glare at the little girl in a bluey t-shirt and she quickly stopped her teasing. Mumbling a ‘sorry daddy.’

“Oh, I think we’re going to get along.” Kate joked.

“You have to come over for dinner one night. I tried to invite the boys but John refused to extend the invitation.” You swore you could hear John’s thoughts telling you to ‘knock it off’ and by the look he was giving you, you were certain of it.

“I would love to. I’ll let John know when I’m free. I should get going my cars waiting. It was a pleasure meeting you.” Kate spoke cordially but there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Be safe.” Your words were sincere making Kate feel like you really did care. Which you did.

“Will do.” She gave you one last nod and smiled sweetly at your children.

“See you around John.” Kate waved as she walked off.

“We’ll have to see about that.” John nodded back giving a tight lipped smile.

“So she’s like a super spy lady?” Evelyn asked. Tugging on her fathers pant leg to get him to look down at her instead of at you.

“Yeah she arrests little girls who climb where they’re not suppose to.” Jj answered quickly.

“Stop teasing Jj.” You warned, about fed up with how much he had been taunting his sister the past few days.

“Let head home. I’m starved.” John half ordered wrapping his arm around your waist and giving you a quick peck to the lips.

“Ew!” Jj recoiled and started walking for the exit at the sweet display of affection.

“Oi, you should be happy I love your mother so much.” John playfully scolded the young boy.

“Gross, I don’t know why mum likes kissing you.” Jj scowled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” You asked a bit offended. John was a very handsome man of course you liked kissing him.

“This is so gross can we stop talking about it.”

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“How do your think they’re going to react?” John asked eyes trained on the window as he stared into the pitch black. Petting the dog absent minded as she begged for food.

“I think Jj’s going to think it’s gross and Evelyn’s going to be excited until the babies actually here. Then she’s going to have trouble not having as much attention.” You told your husband honestly.

You were sitting across the kitchen island while John stood in front of you leaning over on his forearms. There was a tub of half eaten ice cream in the middle of you two. This was the first moment alone you two were able to have since you picked him up from the airport.

The kids were glued to him and you didn’t blame them. They had missed their father so much. The three of them ended up all falling asleep in a heap on the couch while you made dinner. You ended up taking a picture of them. John was snoring loudly on his back while Evelyn was curled up with John’s arms protectively around her and Jj’s was wrapped up in the other. The dog was curled up between John’s legs, with her head resting on his thigh. It was sweet to see your little boy hadn’t quite out grown cuddling up to his father but you knew it was fleeting and so did John.

“You think we can do this?” You asked taking a huge bite of ice cream straight from the tub. No grace was needed for you to stuff your face being pregnant was enough of an excuse.

“Course we can.” The confidence John had as he spoke had you feeling foolish for doubting your ability.

“You’re not nervous?” You took another bite hoping the sugar might stop the growing insecurities.

“No, I’m nothing but happy if I’m honest. The only thing making me nervous is the questions people are going to ask since you got pregnant when I wasn’t home.” John brought his gaze to you. His soft blue eyes bright in the candle lit kitchen.

“God, that’s going to be such an awkward question.” You groaned pressing your palms into your tear swollen eyes.

“If people even ask. They might just assume.” John wasn’t wrong and that what worries you more.

“Your mum is going to have a field day.”

“Well guess I’ll just have to tell her about that night in the truck.” John smirked to himself, attempting to lighten the mood with humor. Looking up at you he could see the worry on your face. He gave you the time to think deciding against prying. After a moment you finally broke the silence.

“I’m really excited. Now that I’ve had time to process everything I’m happy we’re having one more.” It was a scary thing to admit but you had been thinking about having another for the past two years and gave up on the notion because of John’s work.

“Yeah?” John asked as he dug a bite out of the ice cream and then proceeded to take three more rapidly. You wanted to tell him to stop stuffing his face, no one was going to take the food away from him but your stopped yourself.

“Sorry, I’ve been so distant I just didn’t know what to think or how to feel.” You admitted knowing you’d been dodging him on video calls and he was only able to see his children for most of them.

“I’m on leave. I’ve saved up a lot of time off and already put in for paternity time. I’ll be home unless something extreme comes up.” The words had the air in the room stilling. Your heart paused for a beat and static filled your brain. John wouldn’t be on active duty. For once you wouldn’t have to worry about some sergeant showing up at your house and stealing your husband away in the night.

“Wait, how did you?” You shoved another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth hoping it would keep you from crying. John watched as you struggled with the good news. It wasn’t often you were told he would be home it was almost always news of when he’d be leaving next.

“Don’t worry about it. What matters is I’ll be home to help with everything. I’ll still have to work on base but I’ll come home to you every night.” John moved to the side of the kitchen island and brushed your hair out of your face. It pained him to see you were trying not to breakdown at the news.

“Thank you. It’s so lonely without you here. I’m sorry I��m crying I’m just so happy.” You couldn’t help the pathetic sobs that left you as you placed your face in your hands.

“It’s okay, darling.” John was standing by you now hugging you as he let you get all the tears out.

The feeling of relief kept you sobbing much longer than you ever wanted. You and John would lie about his reaction. Saying he stood by you strong and held you with confidence. Never revealing his own break down as you two held each other and cried about how happy you two were to be free of his job for this period of time and how excited you were to have another child together.

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It was breakfast time now and it felt amazing to have John sitting in his baggy sweat pants and white t-shirt at the head of the table while he did his morning sudoku. Jj and Evelyn were just finishing up eating and bringing their plates to the sink. You sat with a cup of tea, too nauseous to eat. Nudging John, he snapped out of his trance and placed the paper and pencil down giving you a reassuring nod.

“Come sit back down. You’re mum and I have something we need to discuss with you two.” John’s voice sounded gruffer and it made you wonder how many cigars he’d smoked while he was away. You did end up sending him a box of them in one of the care packages you mailed him and didn’t see any return when you helped him unpack last night.

“Are we in trouble?” Evelyn asked. Thinking about the stash of candy she had hidden in her closet. Jj was thinking about the cracked windshield of his dads boat he’d accidentally caused from practicing his corner kicks.

“No not at all.” You spoke sweetly. Both children sighed in relief having not been caught yet. You and John shared quizzical glances now becoming suspicious they were hiding something. Once the kids were back in their respective seats you let John take the lead.

“You’re mother and I love you two very much but we have some news to share with you.” John paused and took your hand in his.

“Are you leaving already?” Jj asked a somber look on his face.

“No your fathers going to be home for awhile.” You reassured.

“Your mum is going to have a baby.” John’s words were soft and gentle. Both his children’s eyes going wide in shock. Honestly you two were expecting some form of excitement and you knew they’d ask questions.

“You had sex?” Evelyn asked in a whisper.

“GROSS!” Jj shouted at his sisters question. You weren’t even sure Jj knew what sex was.

“Oh my god.” Your face turned beet red at your daughters words and John stiffened becoming visibly uncomfortable. You didn’t know where that came from.

“How do you know what that is!” John didn’t mean to shout. He was just so taken aback by his six year old daughter.

“Mummy said that’s how babies are made! When a mummy and daddy love each other they hug-“

“Evie stop!” Jj covered his ears. He was glaring at you making you feel hot under the collar. You knew John had a chat with Jj when he asked about where babies came from but didn’t ask details. Trusting your husband had handled it.

“What! Mia said the stork brought her baby brother but that sounded dumb so I asked mummy.” Evelyn looked at you expectantly. Waiting for you to explain the conversation you two had.

“Y/N.” John stared at you gobsmacked that you had talked to her about this. You didn’t say anything crazy it was an age appropriate conversation and you sure as hell never used the word sex. So you had no idea where your child learned that word.

“It’s okay Evie. Yes, daddy and I love each other very much and that’s why we’re having a baby.” You didn’t know what to say. This wad not how the conversation was suppose to play out.

“Where’d you learn that word?” John demanded.

“Mummy’s tv show when I was suppose to be sleeping.” Evelyn looked a bit bashful as she admitted having overheard your tv show when she got up to get water in the night.

“Can I go upstairs?” Jj asked with his head in his hands.

“No, we are going to talk about this as a family.” John’s cheeks were bright red as he angrily said his words.

“Well it’s your guys fault.” Jj mumbled and cast his eyes off to the side.

“Excuse me?” John turned to his son the pair of them staring at each other, nostrils flared and eyes narrowed.

“Okay, you know what. You shouldn’t be listening to what I put on after you’ve gone to bed. The point is your father and I are very happy and we want to make sure you two know how much we love you and care about you.” Your words were rushed and you were a bit out of breath. Feeling humiliated that your daughter overheard the raunchy tv you watched when you thought they were sleeping.

“What are you going to name her?” Evelyn didn’t miss a beat, ignoring how everyone but her was uncomfortable.

“Well we don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl yet.” John stated, shaking his head in disbelief.

“If it’s a girl you should name her Cinderella.” Evelyn chimed giddy.

“Probably not but I’ll add it to the list.” You said exasperated. John and Jj both had their head in their hands clearly hating how the conversation digressed.

“Okay why don’t you both run off and we’ll finish this chat later.” You said awkwardly. Evelyn was up and moving to the back door quickly, being utterly oblivious to the awkwardness she caused.

“C’mon Jj you promised to help me with my corner kicks.” Evelyn motioned for her brother to follow.

“I’ll meet you out there I have to change.” Jj got up from the table and made his way upstairs. Leaving you and your husband feeling like horrible parents at how the conversation went. You also felt horrible like this baby was going to cause a rift in the family.

“What were you watching that she heard the word sex?” John finally pulled his face from his hands and looked at you with such frustration you wished you could crawl under a rock.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You admitted feeling so embarrassed knowing exactly what your daughter heard you watching. You almost always had the history channel on or some documentary. You had a weak moment and dove into a movie you would normally avoid.

“What were you watching.” John pressed.

“John c’mon it’s not-“

“Y/N”

“Magic Mike.” You mumbled.

“What!?” John was looking at you in utter shock and amusement. It was a little hot to him that you were looking for something to quell your desires while he was away. But he was also mortified that his daughter overheard such a graphic movie.

“You’d been gone for so long, sue me!” You snapped back. Face still bright red from the former conversation. You knew John wouldn’t care about you watching something like that.

“That-“ John couldn’t finish his sentence he just started laughing in embarrassment about how ridiculous this had turned out to be.

“I guess that’s what we get for having such a big age gap.” You crossed your arms and pouted.

“I finally understand what my dad meant when he said he was never prepared for half the shit we said growing up.” John was now belly laughing which had you joining in. It’s was such a mortifying conversation but you were happy to have gone through it together. It was amazing to not have to do this by yourself.

“Yeah.” You took a breath to hopefully gather your composure back together.

“Yeah? She gets that from you. What did you even tell her?” John asked, sliding the plate of toast towards you. You happily took the buttery bread and bit into your first meal of the day.

“Well she asked if the stork was real because it sounded fake like the tooth the fairy. So I told her that when a mum and dad love each other very very much they decide to have a baby. So they hug and kiss. That’s it! Very age appropriate.” You explained. Taking another bite of the toast hoping it would help settle your stomach. John was shaking his head realizing you hadn’t done anything but be a good mom.

“Mum?” Jj was calling from the top of the stairs.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You called back.

“C-could you help me with something?” His voice was a bit off, his uncertainty peaking through. You and John shared a look wondering what might be going on in your sons mind.

“Of course.” You said sweetly. Giving John a kiss. He stood and hugged you tightly. You two didn’t need to speak to communicate you would let him know what’s was going on later. Making your way upstairs you found your son sitting on his bed criss cross waiting for you.

“Hey, baby.” You smiled. Jj asked you to never call him that in front of other people but truly loved the pet name when it was just you two. You walked over and sat on the edge of his bed giving him the time to figure out what he wanted to say. You couldn’t help but play with the messy strands of his hair smoothing them down.

“Are you okay?” He asked playing with the edge of his pant leg.

“Yes, I’m very happy.” You admitted easily.

“No, I know you’re happy you said that downstairs. You’ve been really sick is that because of-“ Jj didn’t finish his sentence but pointed at your belly.

“Oh, yeah. I’m probably going to be sick a lot more. It’s part of me being pregnant.” You shrugged. You wanted to go into an explanation of what you being pregnant meant but you needed to allow your sons questions first.

“How long does it take?” Jj asked, his eyes fixed on your belly.

“Nine months.” You smiled placing your hand on the small bump that had formed.

“So you’ll be sick for almost a year?” Jj asked. Looking up at you and then down at the little bump protruding from your covered tummy.

“Yes and no. My body’s going to change a lot and, well, I’m just going to be sad sometimes and I’ll be eating a lot more food.” It was important that you gave your son an accurate expectations that things would be different from now on.

“Do. . . Do I need to take care of you? I know dad goes away a lot.” That’s when the tears pricked Jj’s eyes. He looked worried like you were going to become sickly version of yourself. Like all the responsibility of taking care of you would be left on his shoulder. He was truly John’s son always trying to be a man far past their capability. Jj was still a boy pretending to be a man. Always trying to be more grown up than he was to fill the role he saw his father in when he was absent.

“Oh, Jj no. You don’t have to take care of me at all. It might surprise you but I did this all when you were still a baby and I managed just fine.” You combed your finger through his thick hair.

“I want to help.” He told you with so much certainty you knew he’d made up his mind. There it was. The spark of you that lived in your son. The part of him that was stubborn and filled with determination that he was going to do what he wanted even if you said no.

“Thank you, sweetheart. But your dad actually has a lot of time off so he’ll be here.” The news seemed to spark a sense of excitement in your son.

“Really!?” Jj was now standing on his bed as if that fact changed everything to him.

“Yeah, baby. You excit-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as Jj bounded off his bed and bolted out of his room.

“Dad!” He called rushing to his father with such joy and excitement.

You sat there on your oldest’s bed and smiled with happy tears forming in your puffy eyes. You laughed and cried at the same time feeling such a sense of relief that all it took for Jj to come around was his dad staying home. It reminded you, John had so much time to make up with both of your children and he still needed to show up for you. John was about to be pulled in every direction like you were everyday. It would be fun to now have him around and dependable. No underlying thought he might be called off. He was yours and sanctioned to family life which he happily accepted.

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“No, girls are gr-. . . I guess they’re not that gross.” Jj admitted. Reeling in his line for it to only get caught at the bottom of the pond.

“Worry about girls when you’re older. You’ve got too much to learn now.” John’s voice was calm as he leaned over and cut the fishing line. Watching to see what his son did next. He watched patiently as Jj reached into the tackle box and attempted to tie another hook back on the line.

“Okay. There’s this really nice girl in my class the other boys pick on.” Jj’s cheeks dusted pink at the mention of his fellow classmate. John didn’t comment giving Jj the room to say more or leave it. Jj’s tongue was peaking out from his lips as he tried and failed to successfully tie the hook back on.

John was now standing in the small row boat as he leaned over and helped his son tie the knot on his hook then secured the bait. Then waiting to watch his son cast perfectly into the pond you lived next to.

“Bloody hell. Nice job.” John praised looking down to see a pensive look on Jj’s face. Jj usually reacted very well to verbal affirmation so John was a bit confused by the sour look.

“What’s on your mind?” John asked. Lifting the fishing cap off his sons head so he’d finally look up.

“So, mum said it’s your fault that she’s having a baby. Is that true?” Jj asked thinking back to that morning. You were struggling and he asked if you were okay. Responding sarcastically that you were sick and it was his fathers fault.

“Uh, yeah probably.” John said a little taken aback by the question. It was obvious you were struggling telling him to get out of the house before you rang his neck. John had asked if the hormones were making you moody while you cooked breakfast which immediately set you of. Kicking him out and telling him to go fishing for the day.

“Why? I don’t get how it could be your fault.” Jj asked.

“Um-“ John was trying to turn back so his seat his mind focused on his sons question.

Being as flustered and distracted as he was his boot got caught under the wooden plank seat and he tripped forward, pulling the boat with him. John watched as the water approached rapidly not even trying to catch himself. Falling straight out of the row boat and flipping it over. John let his body sink the feeling of utter defeat setting in. He was okay sinking to the bottom of the pond and not coming up since his son had a life jacket on. Anything to avoid the question his son just asked and the argument he knew you two would have once he made his way back into the house.

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“Darling?” John was approaching you in nothing but his boxers since he threw his and Jj clothes in the wash. He needed to since he accidentally capsized the boat while they were fishing on the near by pond. Jj found it hilarious but John wasn’t too happy about it.

“You need to have a vasectomy.” You said shortly turning the page of your book. Not bothering to look up at your husband. You were sat on your bed picking up the last argument you two had like it was only seconds ago. Although it was the argument from two days ago.

“Oi, I’m not having a knife near my-“

“Squeeze a baby out three times and I’ll listen.” You said clapping your book shut and shooting him a glare. John had been adamant about not having the procedure.

“Darling, this isn’t-“ John wasn’t going to get a word in and he was realizing that now. Feeling a bit foolish to be standing in only his boxers and arguing about the safety of his balls.

“John you’ve knocked me up twice when I’ve been on birth control. Snip it or condoms forever.” You warned.

“That’s a little harsh. How about we decide that after this one?” John asked hopefully. For the second time now John was doing anything to weasel his way out of this conversation.

“Oh, so I have to push watermelon after watermelon out of me while you could have a little anesthesia and an ache in your balls for a week?” You questioned completely frustrated with him.

“It’s not the same. It’ll be an invasive surgery.” John pleaded to only be met with a violent stare. If you were capable of harm he knew you would have taken his head clear off.

“Invasive? It’s a 20 minute procedure. Do you understand that my body had to be stitched back together after Evelyn? Or maybe how the labour lasted 22 hours?” You were trying not to tear John to shreds verbally. John was a little scared of you at the moment. You were normally so sweet and loving but right now you had a wild eyed expression. That determination he loved so much taking over because you had made up your mind and John knew he wasn’t going to change it.

“You’re so tight th-“

“I’m gonna kill you if you finish that sentence.” Now you were almost shouting at your husbands cheeky comment. You could see he was trying not to laugh, having a little too much fun teasing you.

“Okay, okay. I’ll think about it.” John had his arms by his shoulders as he watched you settle down slightly.

“I mean it John. This is not a me thing. I’m taking birth control like I should, you just have crazy swimmers.” You sighed out sinking deeper in the covers.

“So pulling out isn’t an option?”

“Johnathan Price!”

“I’m joking.”

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tutor

summary: you were struggling with understanding you latest lesson and you had a big crush on yelena. so to help you out your best friend, who also happened to be her roomate, got her to “tutor” you….

cw: wxw, smut

word count: 1.2k

you never expected your night to go like this. you were struggling horribly with grasping the concept the different tailed tests, and you needed to understand them if you wanted to pass your stats exam. you were nearly crying in your room with your friend ony on the phone. “y/n i swear to god it’s not that hard. you jus gotta listen” you whined out loud, already mad that you keep getting the answer wrong, but now that he was trying to say you weren’t listening when you were clearly trying made you very upset. “ony i am tryingggg. it’s too harddd”

an idea popped up in his head. ony knew how big of a crush you had on his roommate so he decided to kill two birds with one stone. “aight ion got the patience f’this, but i know who do. come over and i’ll have lena help you since she passed that class with an A.” your eyes widened at his words, thighs already clenching together at the thought of the tall blonde girl being anywhere near you. ony could practically feel your shyness through the phone, already setting it up quickly before you could say no. “lena you mind if suge comes over and you help her wit her stats work? she right here”

before you knew it yelena had the phone in her hand. neck tattoos dancing along her bright skin as she looked down at the phone with low red eyes. “what lesson is it?” she mumbled, a bored expression on her face as she awaited your response. “t-tests of hypo…hypotheses” she nodded her head, a small “hmm” leaving her throat at she thought about something. “yea i still got my notes f’that. i can help you” your face lit up before the phone was given back to ony. he gave you a knowing look before hanging up to let you get ready.

you changed into something more presentable before heading straight to their apartment. “got here quick suge, you excited for sum?” ony teased, earning him a punch on the shoulder before you walked deeper into their apartment. you plopped down on the couch, taking your books and stuff out your bag before pulling out your phone. you figured yelena was in her room, towel on her shoulders as she dried her hair. the thought of it making your thighs clench again before you were snapped out of your daze by the sound of the door opening.

“where you going” you asked as you watched ony look turn towards you from the front door. “where you think i’m going” you rolled your eyes as he left, probably to go get his dick wet by some random in his phone or his little fuck buddy connie. your attention was brought back to your phone. thumbs tapping quickly as you sent ony a text to be safe.

“you ready?” deep voice startling you as you quickly turned your head around towards her. yelena laughed at your frightened state, lifting her hands up in surrender as she spoke. “my bad my bad. ian know you was scary like that” you rolled your eyes, giggling too as you turned back around and waited for her to join you on the couch. as she sat down you found yourself getting put in a little trance. her black t shirt contrasting the silver chain around her neck while her grey sweats sat a little baggy on her thighs. tattoos gracing her hands and arms all the way to her neck as she nonchalantly scrolled on her phone.

“s’rude to stare” she mumbled, making you quickly move your gaze to your books. “my bad, let’s get started. i need t’pass this test or my moms gonna take my car” and smirk planted on yelena’s pink lips as she raised an eyebrow. her gaze never leaving her screen as she spoke. “ain’t you in college? why mommy and daddy still running your life” you shrugged your shoulders, taking a long sigh before turning back towards her. “they’re just…protective. they like t’know everything i got going on” her gaze finally met yours, lips still in that pretty smirk as her low red eyes raked up and down your body. “do mommy and daddy know y’like girls?” her question making a low gasp fly from your lips, your eyes instantly looking away from her intoxicated ones before you shook your head. “n-no”

before you knew it yelena’s hand was bringing your face back towards hers. her dark grey eyes staring into your pretty brown ones as if she were searching for something. “y’know i know you like me right? ony been told me so why you tryna hide it” you were stunned, of course ony’s big mouthed ass would snitch on you, but now that she knows what happens now? does she feel the same? does she already have a girlfriend? does she have a type? your mind was asking a million questions a minute. all being shut down from her next words. “c’mere” yelena mumbled, her big hand patting her lap for you to crawl into.

your body moved on its own, eagerly straddling her while she kept her hands gripped on your waist. “say i did like you…how would that work? you ever fucked a girl before?” you shook your head, making her chuckle as she took in your ashamed face. “that’s fine i guess. i can make you my little slut” you gasped at her crude words, averting your gaze to her chain as you spoke. “i can learn tho” yelena brought your chin up with her inked hand, staring into your eyes with a sexy grin. “lemme show you how i do it first”

“aaughhh lena yo-your fingers….s’too muchhh” you whined, tears all over your cheeks as you pulled on the blonde hair between your thighs. yelena was hard at work sucking, slurping, licking, and occasionally slapping the best parts of you. it was all great at first, the feeling of her long fingers fucking you to two orgasms in less than thirty minutes. but everything went downhill when she brought her mouth into the mix, the extra stimulation making your cute body tremble as you tried your best you push her head and inch away from her on the soaked couch.

“how you gon learn if you don’t let me teach you baby? you gotta let me work or you can’t be my slut” her deep voice brought a tingle to your spine as you watched her slowly lick from your entrance to your clit. dark grey eyes sexily looking into yours as yelena watched each of your expressions as she devoured your pussy. there was no way you could hold it any longer, your essence flying out of you and onto the bottom of her face as you let out a loud scream. yelena just continued fingering you quickly with one hand and rubbing quickly on your clit with the other so more of your juices could fly. “there you go pretty girl, bet you never did that before” she mumbled. you didn’t get the chance to tell her she was right before you were thrown over her shoulder. her 6’3 figure holding you high above the ground as she walked to her room.

“now ima show you how t’really use a vibrator”

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Ponderings

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Pairing: Miguel o'hara x female reader

Word count: 1000

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Content: emotional vulnerability, He confesses his love for you hehe

For the vibes:

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“Tell me.”, he coaxed you as he rubbed your back.

Your mind had been miles away, lost in thought about what the future could hold for you. But his soft voice brought you back to relish the warmth of his arms and breathe in the same rhythm as him.

“Nothing.”, you said as you turned to him, resting your chin on his collarbone as he looked at you. You were comfortable where you laid, over his body and he didn’t seem to mind either. This was how he preferred it, to always be near you or hold you because with every breath you took, it reassured him of the present, that he was in the only universe that mattered.

“Don’t lie to me, mi corazon.”, he grinned as though he knew every thought in your mind or that he could boast that he knew you extremely well. You scrunched your nose at his accuracy because it was true, he knew you best.

“I was thinking about what lies ahead.”, you confessed to which he hummed, his hand never leaving the extent of your body, but now he leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“My area of expertise.”, he spoke and you could feel his smile against your skin before he pulled away.

“el futuro del mundo?”, he proded as though your answer hadn’t quite satiated his curious mind.

“O la nuestra?”, as much as he was relaxed, you could see the tension behind his eyes.

“Ours.”, you responded, not wanting to keep him waiting or scare him off. This topic was a hard conversation to have, especially when this was your first time being in a relationship. But the moment he sensed change, or over thought about the worst outcome, he would push you away and that made it all the more difficult to convey your wants and desires.

You could see his throat bob as he gulped and it often made you wonder how someone as fierce as him could be scared of anything, let alone to have a conversation about feelings.

“Why worry about it, mi vida?”, he shrugged.

“Why question it when it’s still good?”, he glanced away and you could sense his unease. The panic had begun to rise.

“Miguel.”, you cooed his name as you sat up, your legs straddling his abdomen as you slipped your hands into his.

“It is good.”, you tell him, letting him calm down as he intertwined his fingers around yours.

“I’m… I’m new to all this.”, he said quietly, not meeting your gaze.

You smiled, this was a break through, he wasn’t running away.

“I am too.”, you reassured him, holding onto his hands because you needed some courage as well. Confessing what you felt, it felt scary all of a sudden.

“Then what is it?”, he pleaded, his brows knitting together in worry.

“Do you want to – he paused as he began to muster strength to finish the sentence.

“break up?”, he asked, his chest deflating and almost instantly everything made sense. His evading responses, his starving touches and longing glances, he feared you wanted to leave.

“No.”, you exclaimed as though he had said something blasphemous.

“Never.”, you settled back into the quite rhythm.

“Ok.”, he replied, easing into the cushions, his thumbs drawing absent minded circles over your knuckles.

“Ok.”, he repeated but more quietly. As though that was for himself.

Your fear gripped you, about what you were going to say. But it also let lose the butterflies and the magic, your heart beating faster than it should. You couldn’t keep still under his gaze anymore, so you rested your head under his neck as he adjusted himself to wrapped his arms around you.

“I was pondering about our future because,”, you paused as you felt his hand rise up to cup your cheek, to pull you away and make you meet his sugar brown eyes.

“because?”, he asked, his eyes now dipping low to see your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“because I want us to be more than what we are now.”, you took the jump.

You closed your eyes because you caught the volatile change in the colour of his eyes. It did that when he was excited or over joyed and you knew you would forget the words if you continued to look at him.

“because I’ve fallen in love with you “, you said it quickly and rested in his hold, waiting in the silence for his response.

He was well known for being a recluse, for never indulging in long relationships. So you stood at the edge of getting rejected, a common fear you both shared and yet you were sure of one thing, that being with him was more important than succumbing to your anxiety.

He laughed and you pop open your eyes. Miguel o’hara, was laughing and you weren’t sure if you had to be hurt by it. But the rich sound of his joy filled the room and you didn’t want him to stop.

“I'm being serious.”, you laugh along, feeling surprised and confused.

But when his eyes found yours again, you gasped. They weren’t red, they were hazel and his pupils were heart shaped, his cheeks flush with colour as he paused to look at you as though you were the only one to exist, the only one he had chosen.

He pulled you closer, your lips an inch away from his as he whispered, “Dilo otra vez, cariño.”

You smiled as you repeated what you said.

“I love you, Miguel o’hara.”, you nuzzled his nose with yours.

“The new question is, do you feel the same?”, you asked. He was loved by many, revered by all.

But would he ever love someone like you?

Your heart beat in your throat as you waited.

But your very question had set loose something within him as he kissed you blind and anywhere he wished.

Your cheeks, the tip of your nose, under your jaw, the length of your neck as he proclaimed, “te amo”

“te amo, te amo, te amo …”, he chanted as if that was the only incessant thought that ran through his mind, that he had mulled it over and kept it a secret which now was finally free to see the light of day.

His lips found yours and you held the sides of his face, your fingers getting lost in his hair as he deepened the kiss, that there should be no doubt in your system of what he felt for you.

“sólo te quiero a ti”, he spoke against your lips.

“I only want you.”, he repeated it as though it was the only truth that remained the same in all languages.

You smiled, your eyes fluttering to a close because there was nothing else to ponder or worry and think about. There was only him, his beating heart beneath your palm and the sound of his voice telling you he loved you.

“Good to know.”, you whispered as you pulled the ends of his collar to kiss him again.

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His eyes turn heart shaped for a second when he's watching the old videos of his past life, so I chose to use it here because it made me feral when I saw it the first time.

[talaok]

Long overdue

Summary: You're famous and a part of the stranger things cast.You joined the show this season together with Joseph, whom you have a huge crush on, and even though you always thought he didn't like you that way, turns out, you might have been wrong all along...

Warnings: Smut: oral sex(female receiving), unprotected sex

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

Don't judge me for this one ok? It was 2 am and I kept seeing tiktoks of his interviews and I just HAD to write about  it, but I repeat it was 2 am so it's not my best work

"We're interviewing the cast of stranger things and here with us, we have Joe Keery, Maya Hawke, Joseph Quinn, and Y/N Y/LN!" the interviewer said enthusiastically, making you cringe a bit. You tough you would have gotten used by now to all of Hollywood's exuberance, but apparently, you hadn't. You were sitting in two rows, Maya and Keery were in front of you and Joe. You gave your best smile to the journalist as she began with the questions. "So, first of all, I wanna congratulate you on this new amazing season, I have watched the first two episodes at the premiere and I can't wait to see the rest!" She said, with a big smile. You laughed softly as Joe and Maya politely thanked her. "ok, now that we've gotten that out of the way let's start with the questions," she said, looking down at a card she had in her hand where the questions were probably written. "Ok so, the first one is for the newest cast members, of course. Y/N and Joseph How was it? Getting the part, entering such a huge production and working with all of these people?" the interviewer asked You cleared your throat, this was about the hundredth time you had gotten this question and you were really starting to hate it. "Wow" you chuckled "Those are a lot of questions.No but yea, I mean, When I got the part I was obviously very happy, and I was so in shock that I didn't believe it at first, and then when I had to go on set for the first time I was really scared because, you know, everyone knew each other and they were all friends and I was kind of the new kid in school, but everyone was really friendly and we all became friends really quickly. So yeah, getting to be a part of this is really amazing, and.." you were starting to run out of things to say "and I'm really grateful for it" You ended with a smile, turning to Joseph to silently ask for help. You always hated the awkward moment after you had answered a question and everyone was silent, but thankfully Joe looked at you briefly and realized you wanted him to speak and did as he was requested. "It was the same for me, at first I didn't know anyone, so it was scary but then we all started to bond and it was really nice," he said, his accent making you smile internally. You turned to him as he was finished and smiled, thanking him for helping you out, he smile back, his eyes glancing for a second too long at your lips. The next two questions were for your other castmates, so you could relax. You loved your job, you really did, but when you had first gotten into this industry you naively thought that it was just about learning your lines and acting in front of a camera, unfortunately, though, you had quickly realized that you hadn't taken into account all of the rest, all of the press tours, interviews, paparazzi and people asking for your autograph. It wasn't that you hated it per se it's just that you felt anxious all of the time, especially during interviews. You had told that to Joseph the night before the press tour started. You were at the hotel bar, having a drink before going to bed and you had told him about how you still felt panicked every time someone asked you something and he had offered to help, and for now, he had maintained his promise "So, Y/N" you had zoned out and the interviewer's shrill voice startled you. Joe noticed and chuckled softly. You subtly sent him a threatening look. "Who was the funniest person on set?"  the woman asked "Uhh, well, I have to say that everyone is really funny. Like, I always have a great time shooting with all of them, but if I really have to choose" You paused a moment, pretending to be thinking. You already knew the answer, but you had learned that when responding to questions like these you always had to be very gentle about it "I have to say Joseph. We just had a lot of scenes together and we had so much fun on set" you said truthfully, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked at you and licked his lips before grinning. You felt butterflies. Fuck, how was he so hot without even trying? You would have been lying if you said that you didn't have a crush on him. You hated yourself for it, but it was the truth. You had liked him from the first moment that you had met him. He was just so incredibly nice and funny and you fell for him almost immediately. At first, it was just a stupid little crush, but as time went by and you started to spend more and more time together even outside of work you became utterly infatuated. Every time he smiled at you or touched you, even in the slightest you would melt and need a second to recover. You seriously doubted that he didn't realize the effect he had on you, I mean, how could he be so blind? You literally blushed at everything he said, but even if he did he had never done anything about it, and neither had you to be fair. There had been times when you felt like something would have happened if it wasn't for the fact that you always got interrupted. There was the time in his trailer when you were practicing a scene and he got so close to you you could feel his lips almost touching yours and you swore he was about to lean closer when Finn came in. There was the time when you had fallen asleep on his shoulder during a break in between scenes and as you woke up you saw him staring at you. There was the time at the bar. You had finished filming late and went there with the rest of the cast to blow off some steam, you both had a few drinks and after a while, you went out to smoke a cigarette and he followed you. As you talked the alcohol must have had his effect because you remember telling him that there was a girl at the bar that was obviously flirting with him and that he should have flirted back and him saying " I enjoy flirting with you much more" with a low tone while he looked at you straight in the eyes and reached out his hand to stroke your cheek, making you blush and leaving you speechless. But even that time nothing happened because Natalia and Charlie decided to come out of the bar that same second and just like that, the moment was gone. Since filming finished you hadn't seen each other very often and you thought that was a good thing. Getting your mind off of him for a while would definitely do you some good, and it did, it did until you saw him again, until the press tour started, and since you are the two new characters and everyone says they "like your chemistry together" you are stuck with him every day, all day, which would be a good thing if it wasn't that he was just so damn distracting. Maya was talking and absentmindedly you started bouncing your leg up and down. You always did it when you were nervous but your agent always told you not to do it during interviews, because it made you look anxious, which you were, but the public didn't need to know that. You were staring at your hands when you felt a hand on your thigh. A shiver went through your whole body as you realized it was Joseph's hand. You swallowed nervously and looked up at him. he looked at you reassuringly and then at your leg, making you understand to stop bouncing your leg. A soft "oh" escaped your mouth before you smiled at him gratefully and stopped the movement. You went back to listening to the journalist but, to your surprise, he didn't move his hand, making it hard for you to focus. He must have known what he was doing because for the rest of the interview he had a smug look on his face, while you were trying your best to keep your breathing normal as he started to draw patterns on your thigh with his thumb. Having Maya and Keery in front of you, thankfully the camera and the journalist couldn't see what he was doing, but they could definitely see your face turning red.

"All right, thanks guys, and congrats on the new season" The interview was finally over and you hadn't listened to a second of it. You all thanked the journalist and shacked her hand. Joe did the same, having to reluctantly remove his hand from your leg, finally rendering you able to breathe normally again. There were way too many thoughts going through your head and you needed to calm down, thankfully, You had a twenty-minute break now, so you turned to Maya and asked her to come to the bathroom with you.

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck" you started freaking out right when you got into the bathroom. "What?" Maya asked, visibly concerned "He touched my leg and I think I'm gonna have a heart attack" you said, panicked. Maya laughed. You looked sternly at her "This is serious, ok? I don't know why but he makes me feel like I'm fucking 13 all over again" you said desperately putting your head in your hands. You sat on the floor and looked up at her, pouting. She sat beside you, still smiling. Obviously, she was enjoying this. You put your head on her shoulder. "Y/N" she said, her voice calm "you are an idiot" She stated. You looked up at her, pretending to be offended "He obviously likes you" She said. You rolled your eyes "Why? because he touched my leg? What is this elementary school?" You said, waving your hands around you. Maya chuckled "First of all, you are the one who said that he made you feel 13 again. And secondly, not just this, but all of the other times you told me about. Like come on Y/N, it's obvious! " she laughed softly "He literally always stares at you and he brings you coffee every morning!" she exclaimed" Every morning! Who does that?!" She laughed. You punched her shoulder playfully "Hey, it's our little ritual" you said, smiling just thinking about it. He had started bringing you coffee every morning when you were filming because he had noticed how you were always tired, and now he had started doing it again for the press tour. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you and it always put you in a good mood for the whole day. It became a tradition pretty quickly and as you chatted while drinking, you had started to get to know each other better, becoming closer and closer. "Oh, come on, you are literally smiling just thinking about it. You are SO down for him" Maya said, making fun of you You groaned"I hate you" you said, getting up "Y/N, I swear to god, if you don't tell him how you feel I will" Maya said, exasperated "I can't Maya" "Why not? He obviously reciprocates!"She said frustrated You sighed "Whatever, we need to get back now" you said, helping her up.

It had been a tiring day and you were laying on your bed in your hotel room, staring at the ceiling while the tv was playing in the background. You had just finished showering and you were in your bathrobe, contemplating whether or not to even put on your pajama or to just turn the light off and get under the covers like that. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a knock at the door. You frowned, confused. You had no idea who it could have been. You opened the door and your mouth fell open as you saw who was standing in front of you. Joe smirked at you "Well, this is definitely a look" he said, pointing at your bathrobe. You blushed and cleared your throat, trying to clear your mind "W-what are you doing here?" you asked, feigning nonchalance. He smirked and raised his eyebrow "that's not a nice way to greet your guests" he joked "and to answer your question, I was bored and I was wondering if you wanted to do something" he said, his voice lowering. "What did you wanna do?" you asked he licked his lips "Whatever you wanna do, darling" he said suggestively. You rolled your eyes, pretending not to be affected by his words. "Get it, idiot"You said, turning around and walking towards the bathroom "I'm gonna get dressed, and then we'll decide what to do" you told him. He entered the room and closed the door behind him "that's a shame, I liked this outfit " he said, smirking. You shot him an annoyed look, took your clothes, and went into the bathroom "I'll be right back"

this must have been a world record. You had gotten ready in like 5 minutes. You had put on a tight green dress a designer had gifted you and a tiny bit of makeup just to look presentable. Fortunately, you hadn't washed your hair and they were somehow still styled how the hairdresser had done them this morning. You looked hot, there was no other way of putting it.

You got out of the bathroom and you saw Joe's jaw fall to the floor. You laughed, proud of yourself "Oh stop" you said. He swallowed "I'm sorry, you just look really beautiful" he said grinning. You blushed, and just like that, he had all the power again. "can you help me with the zipper, I can't reach it" you asked him, walking towards him. he got up from the bed he was sitting on and you positioned yourself in front of him, before turning around. You felt his finger travel down your back and you shivered. He put one of his hands on your waist and you held your breath. You felt him smile behind you. He put his hand on the zipper and slowly started going up. You could feel his hot breath on your neck and your breathing got faster. He got to the last bit of the zipper but stopped. "What are you doing?" you asked, in a low voice "Something I should have done a long time ago" he whispered on your neck before kissing the spot under your ear. You gasped softly. "Joseph" you said. "I know you want this too Y/N " With one swift move he turned you around and looked at you straight in the eyes "tell me you don't" he murmured against your lips. You looked up at him and stayed silent. He smiled at you and without notice, he attacked your lips, with a hungry and wanting kiss. It took you a moment to realize that that was really happening, but as soon as you did, you kissed him back with the same passion, throwing your arms around his neck. His hands started exploring your whole body, caressing your ass and going up and down your back. His mouth hungrily explored yours and you could feel his beard grazing your chin. "God, this is even better than I had imagined" he said out of breath, breaking the kiss. You smiled "You had imagined this?" you asked shily. "A lot more than I should have" he said, before pushing you on the bed. You bit your lip as he leaned in to trail kisses down your neck. You moaned softly as he started sucking a spot on your neck. You could feel him smirk, as his fingers slid slowly under the hem of your dress, making you whimper. he kept sucking as his right hand made its way up to your panties, gently touching your core through them. "You're so wet already darling" he hissed, kissing your neck one last time before getting on his knees. You bit your bottom lip as your breathing got faster and you propped yourself up on your elbows. He looked up at you and grinned as he started pushing your dress up. You squirmed under his touch as he kept pulling your dress more and more out of the way until it was rolled up at your waist. "Open your legs Y/N" he said in a low growl, and you immediately did as you were told. He leaned in and kissed your still-clothed core, making a desperate whine escape your lips. he kissed it again, and you whined again, this time more desperately. "Please" you muttered almost inaudibly He smirked as he moved your underwear to the side. "Since you asked so nicely," he said, before gripping your waist and without warning licked your folds. You moaned loudly. He did the same movement with his tongue a few times before starting to suck your clit relentlessly. "Oh my go- Joseph-" You shouted as he spread your legs even more and put them on either side of his shoulders, pushing you even closer to him. he started caressing the outside of your thighs as his tongue made its way through your entrance, making you gasp before going back to your clit. You moaned again, this time even louder, and started grinding on his face, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. He gripped your waist to stop you from moving, making you whine. He kept sucking your clit until you were in ecstasy, you threw your head back, overwhelmed by the pleasure. "I-I'm gonna cum" you said, finding it difficult to form a coherent sentence. Joe chuckled and the vibrations from his voice sent a wave of pleasure through your body "Not yet my darling," he kissed your clit " I want to feel you come on my cock" he said leaning away from and taking your legs off his shoulders You whined as he stood up and you pouted at him. He grinned at you "You're gonna have to be patient Y/N" he said, quickly taking off all of his clothes. You decided to do the same so you sat on the bed and pulled off your dress. He stared at you as you did and once you were in front of him only wearing panties he licked his lips and smirked. "You are so fucking hot" he purred, before leaning and kissing you again desperately, letting you taste yourself. You could feel his boner through his boxers and it weirdly turned you one even more. Your hand traveled down to his cock and you started touching it through his underwear, making him hiss. "Y/N" he said, his voice strained. You smirked at him as your hands made their way in his boxers and you started stroking his cock, already feeling a bit of precum on his tip. "fuck" he groaned, before taking his boxers off and pulling your panties off of you, throwing them behind him. You whimpered as he positioned himself between your folds, looking down at you before pushing himself into you aggressively. "OH MY GOD JOSEPH" you screamed, overwhelmed with the feeling of being stretched out so perfectly. He groaned lowly as he started thrusting in and out of you faster and faster. "You feel so fucking good" he said out of breath, gripping your waist in order to make you stay put. He started pounding into you even harder, hitting your g-spot perfectly. The room filled with your filthy moans and the sound of your bodies meeting each other. One of his hands made its way to your clit and he started circling it, making you cry out even louder. "You're so hot when you're getting fucked" he growled, thrusting into you again, while still circling your clitoris. "Please-Joseph, I'm gonna cum" you moaned, desperately "c-can I cum? Please?" you asked , gripping his biceps, while basically begging him. "come on my cock Y/N, make me feel how good you can squeeze me sweetheart" he ordered with a deep voice, never slowing his pace. Those words tippled you over the edge, making you cum while moaning his name over and over like a prayer. He groaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around him and you knew he was getting closer. "Where do you want it" he said, out of breath. You didn't even need to think about it. You opened your mouth and looked at him innocently. He groaned loudly, clearly liking your choice. He quickly pulled out of you and you immediately got on the ground and on your knees as he started stroking his dick. "You are way too good for me Y/N" he murmured. You opened your mouth and in just a few moments you felt his warm fluid fill your mouth and you swallowed immediately, looking up at him and smiling. "We should have done this a long time ago" he said, chuckling and helping you up before kissing you again, this time more gently.

"Did you have a good night?" Maya asked you while you sat down at the table for breakfast. You panicked a second and cleared your throat. "Uhh, yeah, I slept fine" you lied "Well, that's good, because I didn't. It's kinda hard to sleep when you and Joseph are having extremely loud sex in the room next to mine" She said, with an annoyed but also sarcastic tone. You spat your orange juice back into the glass and started laughing like crazy "I'm sorry Maya, we'll be quieter next time" you promised, smiling at her.

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "Letter from your future partner"

take a breathe and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read a love/encouragement letter (or some messages) from your future partner. Could be your future spouse (the person you're destined to meet and spend a lot of time with) for some of you. Thanks @sayaliii for the suggestion.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

My love, my little flower, how are you?

Who am I joking, I know how are you. Don't be shy. We're connected. I know what you're up to. I know you're fighting hard against your past, against your shadows, and you're healing. And I cannot explain you how happy and proud I feel about you. I'm trying to do the same with my stuff, so to come clean to you. Be patient for a little more please.

I know life has been harsh with you, too harsh. But don't worry. Keep going on this path, you'll soon find your happiness. And don't be scared of your feelings, don't hold them inside. Don't let them grow too big, especially your fears: you need to be able to control them, my little one. I know you're strong and you can afford anything, but still I want you to know I cannot wait for the day in which I will be able to protect you and care about you as well. And it's gonna be soon, so get ready my dear.

For now, just pay attention while walking your path. And don't forget we're connected, and meant to be. So enjoy doing what you like, cause you feeling happy makes me happy as well. And remember to drink water and care about yourself.

P.s. I loved to meet you in my dreams. Did you like that too?

Until our day,

all my love to you.

(for some: you may first communicate through phone/computer; some of you may have problems related with your feminine caregiver/energy around you; some of you may be into cooking/baking; I think they've experienced almost your same problems in their life, huge mirror energy)

song: set fire to the rain | adele

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Honey, it's me. You know it. You have the power to know it. And feel it. Don't lock me outside for what has been in the past. Let me in. I can warm you up. Let me in. I can make you happy and rich, in all fields. That's all I want to do. That's what I was born for. Look inside yourself, you have all the answers you seek. Start this journey.

I know it's scary when things change and you have no clue about what is going on, and you also have no clue about the person you are becoming, but it's fine. Trust the process. Trust that all you've learnt in the past, and are still learning, will serve you and help you.

Trust our signs as well, don't search for other confirmations: the dreams, the angel numbers, the words we share, and our past together. I know you can feel my energy and recognize it. Follow your guts: when you feel you need to do something or go somewhere, it could be me calling for you. Fate is working for us, to bring us closer asap.

My queen/king, all I want to do is to shower you with love and affection, flirt with you, make you blush. You can try too, but you know it's not that easy to make me blush (smirk).

Remember to stay balanced and don't fear this change. Just embark on this new journey with all you have. I'm here waiting for you, waiting to walk with you.

Your love.

(for some: you may have a telepathic connection with this person; letters T and W and the -next- month of November can be of relevance; many water elements in your charts can be present -could also just be a very emotional connection-; some may have shared a past life or more together, also in Medieval Era; if you feel cold, let them warm you -I mean let their energy in-)

song: hey lou reeds | the servants

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Babe, I love to send you letters and poems. You know it. You inspire me. And you'll know it even better once we'll be together. I'll try to always leave you notes around, to remind you how lovely you are. Cause you are. You're amazing. Far more than you can see.

You're such a strong, creative and brave soul, even those days you think you're far from that. It breaks me that I cannot be by your side yet to remind you about this. Once I'll be there, please let me know your struggles, I want to fight them with you.

I'll bring you pizza, or any other food you want, to cheer you up. I will take you to a concert, or sing for you, or make you a playlist you'll love. I will help you heal. I'll do whatever to nurture you and make you happy, my beautiful one. I want you to not be scared about the future, cause it's gonna be bright. We'll make it so through our words and desires. I will help you change your life, and reach any of your dreams, through my words, and your words. I will help you grow stronger and more confident. As you'll help me. We'll balance each other so well!!

Even being physical together, I promise is gonna be different. I promise I will heal you in whatever way I can. Please keep speaking to me, tell me what you want, and I'll try to make it reality.

(I saw someone kneeling and kiss your hand)

(for some: I feel they'd rather use their words than mine, they were reclutant to let me write and in fact I couldn't really write everything too well; they may be foreign to you; I also got some anxiety from them, and they could be a bit of an overthinker whan it comes to you and how you feel (please talk with them, even when you're upset); color pink, number 3 -house of communications, ugh-, venus and neptune signs could be important; you can be divine counterparts)

song: the kill | 30stm

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My sweetheart, we are two pieces of the same puzzle, don't you think? We fit and complete each other so well... Just keep your mind under control and let me explain.

You know exactly what and who you want to attract in your life, you know it's me, as I know it's you. So keep working on that. Write your desires, don't hide them away, don't feel they're too much. Be bold.

Your wishes are now blocked cause you are in need to make a choice: do you want to take a leap of faith and trust yourself and the Universe, or you just want to keep hurting yourself and let everyone around hurt you? You have the choice, you are in charge.

Know that I am here for you. I will soon make an offer to you, you'll hear from me. You're special, I cannot let you go too far: someone else may take you away from me. But beware, once I'll get to you, you'll have to be sure of what you really want: stay where you are or come with me?

It can be a tough decision, but even a tough decision can bring happiness, not just pain.

Just know that I cannot wait to watch sunsets with you, and sunrises as well. And bite your lips (you look so beautiful when you bite them while you are stressed and thinking about what to do).

I cannot tell you anything else for now, just find your balance and make your mind up about your wishes.

With love and respect.

(for some: they could be foreign to you or live in another city; you may end up marry them; this year or next year can be important for your meeting -it could be related to a job offer btw-; this person is kinda secretive/private, could be important in their field; I almost forgot to channel a song and then I found out I cannot channel a song with lyrics, just music. They really don't wanna tell anything more)

song: release | ken elkinson

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Black Light 3

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

He’s gone. You only realise as you get to the corner that you’re going the exact wrong way. Duh. You turn back and head back down, mourning the cookies as you approach the remnants strewn along the street. He could just say no, you would’ve liked those even if he didn’t.

As you get close to the doors, you brace yourself. Knowing your timing, he’ll come back out and think you’re looking for trouble. From him? Nope. He’s big and scary and you aren’t into that.

There’s an alley just before the facade of the club. You hear a groan as you pass by. You stop, at first you think it’s just a random noise, like a hinge or maybe some weird bird. Then it comes again along with a one very clear word.

“Hello?”

You stop. Strange. The only birds you know of that speak at parrots and they don’t hang around in alleys. You stare down the narrow walkway and a subtle movement catches your eye. A clunky heel sticks out from behind the dumpster.

You look both ways and venture forth. This better not be a trap. You should’ve thought of that sooner. As you get close, the smell of garbage fills your nose and makes you want to wretch.

There’s a girl sitting with a bag of rubbish. She holds her head as if it’s splitting in two, her teeth bared in agony. As you come into her sight, she gurgles.

“Where am I?” She utters, wincing with each syllable.

“Um, in any alley,” you answer.

“Where?” She repeats.

“Outside a club. Uh, shoot, what was the name–”

“Fuck,” she grumbles and plants her hands. She bends her legs and puts her heels to the pavement. She tries to stand but merely shakes and falls back onto her ass. 

“Here,” you offer your hand and help her get up. She sways and you let her lean against you. “What happened? Drink a bit too much?”

She looks at you venomously but the edge slowly fades from her eyes. She hangs her head. “I don’t… know.”

“Are you hurt?” You ask as you hold her up.

“Hungover, head is pounding,” she croaks coarsely.

“Yeah, must be,” you agree. Her eyes dart to you again, another sharp look. “Sorry, I know that’s not very helpful. Sometimes I talk without thinking and… I’m doing it again.”

“It’s fine. Can’t believe those bitches left me,” she scowls as she stands straight, clinging to you before she gains her balance, “fuck, I need coffee.”

“You know, there’s a place nearby. They do great coffee. Better cookies.”

Her eyes drift around as she examines every inch of the alley. She limps, the strap of her left heel loose. She catches herself on the dumpster and touches her hip.

“So, how often do you find strangers passed out with the trash?” She moves her leg gingerly, shimmying as if trying to pop her hip back into the socket.

“Well, you’re the first. How often do you wake up in the trash?”

Her brows arch and she sighs, “also my first.”

“Oh wow, that’s special. I mean, we get to share this moment.”

“Very special,” she drones dryly, “are you fucking with me?”

“Uh, no,” you answer with a nervous chuckle. “Um, I’m…”

You give your name and hold out your hand. She seems hesitant but she shakes it and returns her own. She manages to steady herself and rolls her shoulders.

“You seem like a nice girl. Don’t know why you’re hanging around here,” she rasps.

“Well… long story,” you shrug.

“Entertain me,” she begins down the alleyway and you catch up to her.

“I was here last night. With my friends. Kamlai and Amanda. Amanda just broke up with her boyfriend so she was tryna make him jealous, but it was my birthday too so we came out to dance and meet some guys. I met this one guy, Cole, and he wanted to dance…”

She spins her finger, signaling you to speed up as you come to the mouth of the alley. She whimpers as she stumbles and her fingers touch her skirt briefly before she retracts them.

“You okay?” You ask.

“Finish the story. You obviously didn’t stick around, it’s well past closing.”

“Ah, yes,” you finger gun her but quickly holster it, “that guy, Cole, he put something in my drink and the big guy at the door, I guess his name is Auggy, he saw and he saved me!” You smile, “I came down to thank him but I guess he doesn’t like snickerdoodles.”

She squints at you and crosses her arms, “uh huh.”

“That doesn’t make much sense, does it?”

“You’re too nice for your own good,” she says, “you don’t belong somewhere like this…” she looks back down the alley, “where assholes are spiking fucking drinks.”

“Yeah, I’d hate to think if anyone fell for it. Could you imagine? What kinda person even does that? That Cole guy seemed real nice too.”

She nods and considers you. Her eyes scan past you and she looks at the cookies on the ground. Her brow wrinkles and she feels around her body until she clutches her purse. Her cheek twitches but she quickly wipes her expression.

“I owe ya,” she says, “how about I buy you a cookie? For you birthday or whatever. You said they have good coffee, right?”

“The best. So I hear. I’m not a coffee person. But I love their hot chocolate. Oh, they have a white hot chocolate that I love,” you turn and direct her down the street, “I’ll show you! And the furniture, so cute! They have beanbag chairs…”

As you start forward, the front door opens again. You stop short as Auggy emerges again. He growls as he sees you.

“I thought I told you–” He spots your new friend and hesitates, “to go home.”

“I am,” you stick out your tongue, “it’s a public street.”

“Who’s this?” He points to the other girl.

“Mind your business,” she retorts sharply and grabs your hand, “come on. I need coffee and less of this asshole.”

You hiss her name. He’s gruff but you wouldn’t call him names. She drags you past him and you bounce to keep up with her. She stomps despite her uneven gait.

“That guy threw your cookies on the ground?” She asks without looking back.

“Mmhmm,” you confirm with a creaky hum.

“Well, fuck him. He didn’t deserve your cookies anyway,” she peeks at you from the corner of her eye, “you’re too nice for your own good, you know that?”

[jukeboxwriter]

Steve Harrington x Tall, Intimidating Male Reader

Anonymous asked:

Steve Harrington x boyfriend male reader who is super stoic and quiet and TALL and BEEFY, but around Steve he manages to smile and laugh and b all cute? :) everyone misjudges him and thinks he’s all scary n shit but Steve is all 💞💕💝💝💗💓”nooo he’s my teddy bear”

A.N.- Am I finally back? I might be, don’t hold it against me. I know it’s been forever so if you’ve stuck it through and you still follow me, you’re a real one and I love you. If you’re just passing by that’s okay too, check out my masterlist if you’d like. Love you guys, and I hope you enjoy :)

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You met Steve through Dustin, which isn't surprising

Dustin basically made you his 3rd parental figure because he saw right through the ‘tough’ facade like he did Steve and Eddie

Steve didn’t necessarily avoid you before Dustin introduced you two, but he certainly didn’t make an effort to talk to you or look you in the eye for too long

He really did find you charming and ~mysterious~ in a weird way, even if you didn’t talk much

(He wouldn’t admit that he told Dustin he was spooked by you, even if Dustin told you anyways)

Once he saw how good you were with Dustin, it didn’t take him long to develop feelings in the midst of taking care of Dustin and occasionally the other kids together

It did take him a little bit to get a good conversation out of you, coughing awkwardly when he asked a question and you gave a simple answer, and he was put off by your resting face for a while

When you two got together, he quickly found out how sweet and cuddly you actually were, and how lovely your smile was when you laughed at his stupid jokes

He always made an effort to make you laugh or smile, or to simply charm you, even if it made him look stupid

He always always looks up at you with that goofy smile and waits for your reaction

It doesn’t matter how much taller than him you are, he will put his arm around your waist when you stand next to each other

It’s okay though cause you usually rested your hand on his back or your arm on his shoulders (and maybe on his head if he was being annoying, and yes he scolded you for it)

ABSOLUTELY mom/dad dynamic with all the kids

Steve being the scolder (lovingly, of course) and you typically giving in to whatever the kids wanted to do (as long as it was safe)

Max sometimes jokes about liking you better than Steve (liar, she likes you both) only because you’re less strict

”We were their age once, too, Steve”, that was your motto

Pet names like ‘Honey’, ‘Sweetheart’, ‘Babe’ were thrown around a LOT between you two

Honestly, with the kids, it didn’t take you two long to just act like a married couple

Steve is nearly always little spoon, don’t tell anyone though

(You told Dustin, and he snapped his fingers and said "I knew it". You’re unsure how many of the others know.)

You enjoyed picking up Steve when you hugged, just to hear him yelp when his feet no longer touched the floor

The kids enjoy bombarding you and half of them just jumping on you, just for you to scramble to hold them all

They also enjoy how you keep some of the bullies off of them and some of the rest of the party, but there was only so much you could do since you’re graduated

Sometimes you enjoyed picking them up from school to watch the bullies back off when they saw you

(So sorry about all the kids’ headcanons, but honestly they’re included with Steve one way or another, let’s be realistic)

Steve likes to pretend he’s just as intimidating, but really all you need to do is stand there while he scolds whomever may be misbehaving that day

(most of the kids see right through you so it does Not work on them typically, especially Dustin and Max. You are okay with this.)

For how much he talks, you two are the perfect match. You just sit and listen to his rants.

ESPECIALLY when he’s driving, he just seems to spill all his thoughts without even thinking, and you just nod along and ask questions every once and a while

You enjoy every second of it. Sometimes you get caught sending hearteyes his way and Steve goes "What?", and you shake your head and tell him to continue

He LOVES borrowing your tshirts and hoodies/sweatshirts when he spends the night, just to sleep in because of how big and soft they are

Hugs you just to hold you there, his head either right in your neck or in your chest

Goes on his tiptoes to kiss you, forgets at some point and is laughed at by the party and he goes bright red

He’s quiet as you leave them at Will’s house and you speak up

“I think it’s cute when you do that.”

“Shut up.”

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[lvmimis]

cw: minors dni. suggestive but not overt smut. melodramatic pillow talk.

"do you think it's possible to love someone too much, izuku?"

izuku's a bit surprised by the question, evidenced by the wide-eyed shift away from staring at the ceiling while idly playing with your fingers rested atop his chest, and instead towards you. his freckled cheeks are still flushed with the afterglow of lovemaking and your head still swims with love and satisfaction; you smile at each other still. and yet there's something about the few minutes after sex where your body tingles and your ears are only attuned to the beat of his heart as you lay against his torso that makes you think. a little too much, really.

izuku pauses, but you're waiting for an answer patiently, and his gaze flits from your parted lips back to your eyes.

"no, i don't think so," he replies, voice soft.

you tilt your head in intrigue, and shift to prop your head up on your side. it's an uncharacteristically short response from him, and you wonder if he's tired or rather, if the question tires him.

"you don't think so?" you repeat.

with one arm, he pulls you towards him so that your body presses closer to his, and traps one of your legs between both of his thighs, happier that you are just inches apart and tangled together anew. every point of contact feels safe and warm, down to every ridge of muscle in his body and every roughened patch of scarred skin you can feel.

his voice is breathy still as he replies.

"i think i could still love you more," he says. you frown, cupping his face.

"are you saying you don't love me times infinity, izuku?"

he presses his forehead against yours. "even that wouldn't be enough."

you roll your eyes, but you're still beaming. he's distracting you again, and you find yourself admiring his curls, trying to count the stars in his eyes.

you blink and remember the question at hand.

"cheesy, but i'm serious."

he scrunches his eyebrows together in a gesture that's meant to be exaggerated and cute. you agree. "totally serious now," he says.

you snort through your nose.

"sometimes too much love is bad, right?" you say. "love makes you do crazy things."

"hmm... how crazy are we talking?" he asks. there's a peck of the lips that accompanies the question.

"destructive behavior maybe... like not eating or sleeping because you miss a loved one or are worried about them," you continue. as it comes out, you wonder why you can't let the moment be, but you struggle with this. the man in front of you, you love in a way that sometimes terrifies you, and you remember it in the dead of the night when you're alone or at times like these.

"are you trying to tell me you aren't eating or sleeping?" he asks.

you pretend to headbutt him and he laughs.

"no, but i am saying it scares me how much i love you sometimes." you admit. he looks at you again, really looks, and smiles.

"i'm flattered." he says and pretends to turn to sleep.

"izuku!" you say embarrassed.

he laughs, louder this time, then pulls you atop of him and hugs you tightly, tight enough that you can feel the air pushed out of your lungs, as well as some of your anxiety.

there's another moment of pause and he breathes out.

"i feel the same way, love."

you raise up slightly to look down on him better and again his gaze is fixed, eyes light.

he nods. "it's scary for me too."

you swallow hard, a small heaviness in your chest returning, the same one that sits when he doesn't call back on time or you find a new scar.

"i have dreams sometimes where i lose you."

it's suddenly hard to look at him, so you lay your head down, and he pulls the blankets better around you so that they cover your neck as he strokes your hair.

"how?"

"the usual. kidnapping. explosion..." you can feel him breathe out before the next one, "using you to hurt me..."

you can feel tears prick at your eyes with the waver in his voice.

"i don't like who i become in those dreams."

izuku holds you just a bit tighter and kisses the top of your head.

"they're just dreams," you extend an olive branch without letting your imagination run too wild. your izuku is sweet and means no harm... but has the potential to cause a lot of harm, with the right motivations.

"i'd act exactly the same way," he says, and there's a finality to it that that almost scares you, especially when he releases his hold on you. rather than worry about it, you fish for his hands and hold them tightly.

"don't hurt yourself for me," you murmur.

"don't hurt yourself for me, either," he answers.

you look up at him, pressing your chin into his breastbone. he smiles. you reach and kiss him again.

your heart is still.

perhaps you love each other too much. but it's the same for both of you, and that is just right.

[rainybubbles]

When COD men realize their crush on you

Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Alejandro

Part 1 if you want more context to understand

G H O S T

Remind : you're a cashier and a strange man came every day at 2AM to buy ropes.

-After questioning if this masked man was here to hurt you or just to do some things with the ropes he bought, you have started a staring contest with him.

-Which was a bad idea because he didn't blink.

-At all.

-Which was scary.

-But you acknowledged your defeats, each time, by letting your employee discount to him on the ropes.

-It's not like you'll need one.

-Isn't it ?

-It was entertaining for the both of you, this little challenge when he was entering in the shop, and the small talk when he made his purchase.

-(It was more him nodding while you said "hi" but...yeah it's a talk.)

-But what is worse than one client buying rope and scissors at 2 am ?

-Two clients doing it.

-An another man did the same thing but with some knives and ropes.

-The first thing that came to your mind was "what is going on in this fucking town ?"

-And...

-"Sir, is there any bondage club you go with this guy ?"

-...yeah.

-It was the only solution to buy this much ropes.

-Or maybe he was his twin ?

-But the only answer Ghost gave you was a frown of his eyebrows.

-He seemed a little worried.

-You laughed trying to clear up the mood because it was clear your joke wasn't funny to him at all.

-And...

-Ghost disappeared.

-Guess he's not scared about killing people or doing stare contest with you but a bad joke could make him run away.

-Damn, you felt like you were back to 12 during school where just being yourself felt like a burn.

-You fucked up the only thing that distracted you a little.

-But Y/N remind the other guy ?

-Yeah knives one.

-He...-Unlike Ghost he gave you bad chills.

-He was smiling at you, asking you personal questions that feels too personal.

-Such as your hand size or even if you have good relationship with your family.

-You tried being professional, ignoring him.

-But slowly you had the impression he was everywhere you go.

-So...you quit.

-And you found a job in a pet shop.

-It was okay.

-That was the problem.

-It was okay.

-And not...weird or fun like your little meetings with Ghost were.

-One morning while you started your shift, you saw on the checkout 2kg of rat poison.

-You stared the thing because how many cold cases did you have seen with this poison ?

-You looked up slowly and...

-"Fuck Sir. I don't know if I should worry about you or me at this point"

-"Good to see you again, Y/N" Ghost said.

-You smiled.

-"Yeah. Good to see you again too."

-You didn't know what to say, so you let him pay.

-But when your shift ended, you saw a figure with a mask.

-"So you're here to wait for your victim, or are you so impatient to see me again ?"

-"Who said you're not my victim ?"

-"...my mom"

-"I didn't meet her."

-"Me too and well, now we have a common point so you can't kill me."

-"That-" he sighed."That's not how it works you know ?"

-"It seems to work for me, I'm still breathing."

-"...you're a case Y/N."

-"I know, I mean it seems like men with an obsession rope are attracted to me. "

-"Men ?" he repeated, hearing the plural.

-"Yeah the other guy he...he was kind of a creep. That's why I'm here now. "

-He seemed to think about it.

-"Do you want me to go home with you ?", he asked, worry to let you alone.

-"That's sound creepy you know."

-"That's why I ask, if you don't want to, I'm leaving."

-You stared at him.

-"I...I would love to but-"

-"I understand." he said cutting you

-"Wait, let me finish. I would love to but actually I'm fucking hungry so I don't plan to go home. I want to buy some food."

-"Okay."

-"But Thursday I'm free if you know, you want to become my personal bodyguard and disappear again mysteriously."

-He nodded.

-He didn't know how he felt about you.

-But one thing was sure, when he was at the base he was searching for one thing : your eyes.

-And just this tells him it was to late to step back.

S O A P :

-So after complimenting your father's ass in French, he ended up to ask you if you could teach him

French.

-But you're not a charity.

-So you said that if he wanted some French lessons, he had to give you something.

-In reality you just think about some food, like his dessert because the military food was not the best except the biscuits.

-But he proposed some anecdotes.

-About his team.

-Each lesson will be about one secret about the 141.

-You could have said, "no, Soap, it's too private and we're professional."

-Yeah.

-But you're Y/N.

-A human.

-Who loves gossips.

-So you accepted.

-And slowly every night after you taught him French, you learned how Price ended up in underwear on a roof in Siberia, or how Ghost almost married a grandma accidentally during an infiltration, or Gaz became bald when he tried bleaching his hair.

-It was cozy.

-Those nights were the best.

-You were chatting next to a fire, while the Scottish man was narrating you with his accent and gestures his stories.

-You had this impression to be in those teen movies where the guy seduces the main character with his guitar on the beach near to a camp fire.

-Except that you were on a military basis, with Ghost checking you (or intimidating you, you couldn’t tell).

-And the only music was Price's snore and some soldiers farts.

-Which by the way could awaking a dead.

-Yeah, it was fun for the both of you.

-Until the sounds of your laugh were replaced by the silence.

-You were only a translator.

-And your mission was done.

-So you left.

-And Soap turned out to be alone again during those nights.

-He's not alone in fact.

-The 141 is here.

-But he feels lonesome.

-During his insomnias he could find you and pretend he had one more story he had absolutely to tell you, while in reality he just wanted to hear your laugh to feel this...this peace. But you’re not here anymore.

-Hearing you was like....like peace, yeah. He didn't have any other words to describe it.

-"I should call them, isn't it ?" he murmured to himself.

-"If you don't. I'll kill them. Nobody alive should know about Giselle." Ghost answered.

-Soap smiled.

-"You just say that because you miss them too L.T. "

-Yeah, he should definitely call you.

P R I C E :

-A child.

-It was a child they saved during a mission and that you had patched up, he looked at him and-

-"You suck at being nice with them. I'm going marrying them before you."

-Price blinked his eyes.

-"Someone seems to have competition here." Gaz joked.

-Price just stared the kid.

-His first thought was "Language, kid."

-And...

-Was he so obvious ?

-He knew he had something for you.

-He's not that stubborn to deny an attraction.

-But he also knew that involving someone in his life will be complicated.

-So he didn't do anything to show his feelings.

-But it seems that even an unknown 8y.o kid could tell he likes you.

-"You know what kid ? Yeah I suck at this. But even if I did, just see them smile at me is enough to highlight my day."

-The little boy was surprised at this confession.

-"I could help you, I mean....I got my best friends wedded at school, so I'm kinda a love expert." he said self-confident.

-"Is that so ?" Price smiled, amused by him

-"Yeah. The first thing is giving a gift. Thomas, my best friend he gave Leo some Pokemon cards and he had a hug. Maybe if you do the same, Y/N will hug you."

-Gaz and Soap laughed their ass off as the kid continues listing his techniques.

-But...the next day you found at your office some Pokemon cards.

-And chocolates.

-With a little note.

-Maybe Price should let himself expressing as openly his feelings as this kid express honestly his thoughts.

(even though the Pokemon cards were not his, Soap and Gaz just found it funny to put them when they saw the chocolates)

G A Z

-After your kiss undercover, you didn't see each other.

-You didn't talk about it even if you both had dreams about it.

-And time passed.

-And on this Tuesday morning while you were chatting with your neighbor, because you finally came back home, she decided to set you up on a blind date.

-Telling she had a wonderful grandson, kind, nice and-

-You said yes.

-And you regretted it.

-Because her grandson was undoubtedly the stereotype of the "nice guy" who complained how nobody loves a nice guy nowadays.

-You tried giving him a chance, but the longer the dinner went, the longer you wanted to strangle him or beat him up between the cookies and the turkey.

-"I think they had to leave, sir," a voice said.

-Your date frowned his brows.

-"No I don't think so, we're only at the starter !" he answered to the waiter.

-You didn't listen.

-Your eyes were glued to the said waiter who was none other that Gaz himself.

-"I promised you; we have a call by their mother. They have to go at the hospital, so please stop shouting."

-"I DIDN'T SCREAM, AND I'M SURE YOU'RE LYING BECAUSE YOU'RE A JEALOUS -ASSHOLE. THEIR MOTHER COULD WAIT, WE'RE HAVING A FUCKING DATE"

-Well.

-Remember the turkey.

-He ate it.

-By his nose.

-You stood up and punched him.

-"Fucking finally, I don't hear your shitty thoughts anymore." you sighed of relief.

-Gaz smirked while you both left the restaurant.

-"I guess it's a mission?," you asked.

-"Yes, we tried to contact you, but you didn't answer."

-"He took my phone saying "it's only us", kinda romantic at first until he starts speaking."

-"He didn't want you to runaway." Gaz realized.

-"Scary."

-He nodded.

-You walked with him at the car waiting for you with your baggages already there.

-"I'm surprised you didn't make any jokes about the turkey.", you asked.

-"Because I was too concentrated on the fact that I was kinda relieved, your date was..."

-"Shitty? Horrible? Terrible?"

-"I would say, "not good", but yeah," he admitted.

-"Want to take me on a good date then, Garrick ?" you asked with a smirk.

-"Yeah. But no kiss at the first date, sorry Y/N.", he joked

-"Too bad we already kiss then." you answered with the same irony.

-"Yeah it seems we have to kiss again on the first date.",

-"Wow that's so terrible, I don't know if I could survive."

-"Wait after the mission to know."

-"Just don't bring a turkey." you said.

-"Promise, I don't."

-He did it, he brought a fucking turkey.

-And he asked Price how to cook one, just to mock you during your date.

A L E J A N D R O :

-Through reports.

-After you put microphones on him, the mission ended. And you had to complete the list of what you had used, how did it worked, in order to help the company to improve the equipment and the gear.

-Little do you know this report also went to Alejandro's desk, who saw the occasion to thank you for your hard work.

-You replied with a note, saying it was your job.

-He answered you could have said no and...

-Every mission you had together ended up with some exchanges through your reports.

-But only through papers...

-Because when you were seeing him on the base, you were unable to put words without stuttering, or even talking to him like a human being. Too anxious to approach him.

-And it was okay.

-You had a friendship with the Alejandro Vargas that you had seen in a bunny outfit, and it was perfectly okay.

-Yeah.

-But your brain decided to make up some scenarios.

-You were already attracted to him.

-He's gorgeous.

-But now you knew him a little bit more.

-And you were fucked.

-That's why on the last report. You decided to imitate your dad : you ran away and bought milk.

-Cut everything to put some distance.

-You accepted a mission on another basis and...

-And that's how you were supposed to stop feeling this sparkle about him.

-But you didn't.

-And now it was too late to try to even pursue your friendship with him with what you had done.

-"I fucked up," you whispered to yourself while you were listening to a military audio you had to write down.

-"Well, if it's not our favorite technician," a raspy voice said suddenly to your ears.

-Awoop.

-Jumpscare.

-You felt down and looked up to see the 141, Alejandro and Rudy.

-"What the fuck is happening, why are you in France-"

-"We worked with this unit. We have an enemy in common who is helping the cartel. After we had all we want, Alejandro will interrogate him to have information about the relationship they had with the cartel." Lasswell explained.

-You nodded.

-You didn't know what else you could do.

-Until you felt something on your wrist.

-' Mind if we talk, cielo ?"

-Yes.

-But you just nodded again and followed him, ready to be eaten up alive.

-"Listen Alejandro; I didn't want to be an asshole, I fucked up and-"

-He interrupted you.

-"Calmos. You had your reasons. and-"

-"And there was no reason, I was just scared." you interrupted him.

-"Scared ?" he asked.

-"Yes, I...I had a crush on you. And all the crushes I had didn't end well. I mean the last one dies, before he had a fiancé, before this before they used me to make jealous his ex and before this before and this before he said I was only a 4/10 and-"

-"They're just fucking pendejos."

-"Except the one who dies." you corrected him

-"Except the one who dies, I guess. But it's not because it happened, that it will be like that again."

-"Please Alejandro, you're like...Like a main character of a badass series. And I'm..."

-"The main character of a badass series too, cielo. I wanted to ask you on a date since day one. Rudy stops me because you were a civilian."

-"I work with military every day."

-"I know, but I have to make sure you knew the life we lived if we start a relationship. I wanted to know you before starting something."

-"And when I ran away, you-"

-"I had bought roses to ask you on a date, the day you left."

-"...fuck." you said realizing the consequences of your actions

-He laughed.

-"Yeah you can say that. But I was sure that if you did something like this, it was probably because you thought about it."

-"Well, surprise I'm not clever. I'm just a wimp."

-"We called that un gallina."

-"Well a gallina, then. I'm sorry for the roses, the reports and everything really."

-"You could make it up, if you accept the roses, cielo, you know ?."

-You opened your eyes wide.

-"Wait you-"

-"When I like someone, it's with my whole heart, cielo. So yes, I still want a date."

-"...how am I this lucky?"

-" I could say the same."

-You laughed.

-"Yeah, I- Yes I would love a date with you Alejandro."

Sorry for the mistakes, English and Spanish are not my mother tongue :(!

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