#we’ll see if this goes anywhere. maybe maybe not.

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Episode Thoughts…

Aaron is so thankful Tracy was there otherwise he would have started the affair right there and then instead of being able to take that breath and cancel his coffee order. Haha.

Anyway…I’ve already watched the scene like seven times. Haha. It was lovely and perfect for what it needed to be. I loved the little milk hand off to start with and then I was kind of getting flashbacks to them sitting at that table after they got back together post trial. They’re not quite in synch yet but they’ll get there.

I wonder how serious Robert was about leaving. Either way, I think the fact that he didn’t push Aaron to ask him to stay like he did during their last shop chat when he wanted to talk to Aaron about prison trauma, kind of gave Aaron the space to do just that anyway. He didn’t have to go on the defensive. And of course that means he was giving him heart eyes and soft smiled two seconds later because this is who they are. Haha.

But yes, one bit of banter and he was already gone. Robert’s always disassociating because of prison trauma. Aaron kind of forgot he and Robert weren’t a think there for a second just like on the bridge and had to take a sudden step back from that ledge and remember the reality. That he’s sadly still married to John. Haha. But hey, Robert, put down roots. Become a farmer. People still care about you, “you know.”

See that’s a place where I’m fine with a little “you know” reference. Maybe not meant to be a callback but at this point this is all he can say so it works. Because that was clearly “I still care about you”.

I loved his face before he said that too because he was fighting it but then he was like “no I have to say this one last thing”.

So anyway…when does the affair start? Haha

As for John…he’s so pathetic. I genuinely think he thinks he’s won and now he can have Robert around because he’s got his little video and he made Robert swear to stay away and beg for his life and Robert told him Jack would have liked him best. I just think it takes so little to get John to be at ease again. It’s like his whole hero complex thing. One save and he’s feeling good again, doesn’t matter what else has happened. So he’s solved the immediate problem and now Robert’s not going to be spinning his very correct theories about him anymore so everything is good. Now he can relax and play the bigger man with Aaron and look good in front of him, but also look like a victim in the shop because he somehow thinks that’s going to keep Aaron loyal to him. Buddy, you can’t leave those two alone together for any length of time. Haha.

I’m excited to see where this land stuff goes still. I really do want him to do something with that land. And I kind of hope he is chatting tractors with Moira a year from now. In some way or another. The vision bit and the dirt bit were very funny. I really love what they’ve done with Robert and Vic’s relationship since he’s been back.

As for the rest of the episode, it was nice to see Ruby back. Now we just need Caleb too. The Steph and Ross stuff is sweet but it’s a little stilted right now and we know it’s not going anywhere since she’s leaving for her maternity leave shortly so it’s just kind of whatever. But I still do like them together. So we’ll see what happens if/when she comes back.

The Dylan stuff was pretty good. I do really think looking after a troubled teen is where Paddy shines the most. He was surprisingly tolerable today and Mandy was too.

[cleocatrablossy]

Gravity falls au where almost nothing changes but it gets to genuinely be a fucking HORROR. Or maybe more thriller… but you get the gist

[ham1lton]

I’LL BE THE GIRL OF HIS DREAMS (MAYBE??)

pairings: oscar piastri x stan account!reader

warnings: none?

faceclaim: pam hughes / pamalaaam on ig.

summary: it is a truth universally acknowledged that a fast driver must be in want of a girlfriend—oscar piastri just didn’t expect his to be a twitter menace.

author’s note: jam is just a nickname that yn goes by online, which is good for security on the internet. stay safe kids !

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yourusername: girl date w/ bffname. jam, books and the winter air. what could be better?

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user1: WAHT?!

— user2: omg she wasn’t joking she’s actually that gorgeous.

user3: sorry you’re so pretty i’m taken aback. i assume that all ppl who argue online r hideous trolls but you’re clearly not. sorry. i apologise.

user4: did u buy your namesake?

— yourusername: ofc!! spent my paycheck on new ones. i’m the proud mama of two strawberry jams 😽

user5: LANDO LIKED YOUR POST

user6: literally drop the skincare routine rn or i’m calling the authorities.

– yoursername: genetics + water + spite <3

user7: girl what books did u get i need the haul

– yoursername: east of eden, the glass castle and some other classics!! i’ll post a proper vid later if you’d like <3

user8: lando liked… HE’S WATCHING.

– user9: he’s been watching. oscar is shaking.

user10: okay but imagine arguing with someone online and then finding out they look like this. i’d delete my account.

– user11: user3 already went through all five stages of grief in these comments.

user12: winter air is nice and all but i feel like oscar should be here warming you up just saying!!

friend: girl date and no invite?! feeling betrayed rn …. 😓

— yourusername: ur in australia but i apologise. we should have walked through land and sea. next time i see u i owe u a matcha for the trauma babe 😞

— friend: a decent apology. i accept it 😽

user13: she fights, she reads, she stuns… what CAN’T she do?

– yoursername: parallel park.

user14: not me zooming in to confirm this isn’t an ai-generated model.

– yoursername: sorry to disappoint, i’m very real and very chronically online.

user15: OSCAR GIRLIES R HOT WBK <3

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from: mclaren racing team@mclaren.com

to: jam jamdoesf1@gmail.com

subject: you’re invited – race weekend with mclaren

hi jam,

we hope you’re well. we’ve been following your incredible f1 content and couldn’t help but notice your… passionate defence of a certain quiet australian. it’s safe to say the team (and the driver in question) are fans.

we’d love to invite you to join us for the upcoming grand prix weekend as our guest. paddock access, behind-the-scenes moments, and yes – proper tea and snacks included.

let us know if you’re available and we’ll sort everything on our end, including travel and accommodation. we think you’ll have a lot of fun.

looking forward to hearing from you.

cheers,

the mclaren team.

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yourusername: hotties make some noise! (all u haters that say matcha tastes like grass r BABIES!!!)

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user1: i would recognise my goat’s hand anywhere… by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.

— user1: my boo bear. my king. my reason. my oscar.

— user2: lando get off ur burner.

— user3: ICB LMFOAJDHEISJDN ?!38393&:

user4: jam ily. u taste good in matcha too. multi-use queen <3

*liked by yourusername.*

alexandrasaintmleux: gorgeous girl 🤍 lovely meeting u!!!

— yourusername: says the most gorgeous girl in recorded human history. omg blushing rn 😝

user5: u could say cement tastes good and i’d try it.

user6: jam you’re so fine it’s honestly starting to feel like a personal attack

user7: OSCAR DATING AN F1 OBSESSED GIRL YASSSSS

— user8: me and jam as the mclaren wags. i can see it now.

user9: the middle pic is giving “soft launch” and i’m spiraling

— yourusername: it’s giving “he paid for the matcha so i had to post him”

user10: is ur name really jam?

— yourusername: not legally or professionally or personally but yea :)

user11: the way jam is so unhinged on twt but is the sweetest ever on ig needs to be studied….

— user12: like on twt when she threatened to pull up on that guy who was saying awful things about oscar and he deactivated all his socials??? vs on ig where she goes to farmers’ markets like a granny 😭

user20: if oscar doesn’t soft launch you back i’m rioting

— yourusername: pls i’d settle for him texting back within 3-5 business days

— user21: NOT OSCAR FUMBLING BAD BITCHES NOOOO

— user22: @/oscar GET UPPPPPP!!!!!

— user23: WTFFFFFFFFF STOP THIS MADNESS @/oscar

— user24: if i had a baddie like this i would do anything she asks… jam says jump? i say how high… oscar u need that energy NOW!!!!

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[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

I don't know whether you write poly relationships or not, but imagine Mydei and Phainon completing who will get their wife pregnant first.

୨୧ ．warnings : nsfw/smut, creampie (vaginal & anal), threesome, biting, sex toys, bondage, phaidei themes, crying, biting, gagging, chocking, hair pulling, pet-names (pretty, etc.) and other stuff !

୨୧ ．note : not proofread & i dunno if this is ooc. banner art is a doujinshi and you can find it on X from : sakuranotomoru !!

Your body trembled between them, heat prickling your skin as Mydei’s rough hands gripped your waist while Phainon’s fingers tangled in your hair. They weren’t fighting with swords, but the way they pressed against you—cocks hard and aching, grinding possessively against your thighs—felt just as intense.

“She’s mine first,” Mydei growled, his sharp teeth scraping against your shoulder. His grip tightened, as if he could claim you by force alone. “I’m the one who gets to fill her up.”

Phainon scoffed, his breath hot against your ear. “You think she belongs to you?” His voice was smooth, taunting, but his movements were anything but patient—he shoved Mydei’s hand aside, yanking your hips against his own, his cock throbbing against your soaked cunt. “I should breed her first. She’s already dripping for me.”

You whimpered, caught between them, their bodies pressing against you, heat and strength overwhelming your senses. Your mind was hazy, dumb from the way they touched you, from the way they were so desperate to claim you first.

“Say it, pretty,” Mydei murmured, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him. His golden eyes were filled with hunger. “Tell him who you want filling you up first.”

Phainon’s fingers traced over your slit, teasing, taunting. “Choose wisely,” he whispered, a smirk curling his lips. “Or maybe we’ll just have to see who fucks it out of you first.”

Your body shuddered, pleasure coursing through you as their cocks twitched, pressing against your entrance. They weren’t going to stop. They were going to fuck their answer out of you.

The heat between them was suffocating, your body trembling as their hands explored every inch of you. Mydei’s grip was firm, fingers digging into your hips possessively, while Phainon tangled his hand in your hair, yanking your head back with a sharp tug. The pain mixed with pleasure sent a shiver down your spine, a pathetic whimper escaping your lips.

“She sounds so fucking sweet like this,” Phainon muttered, tilting his head as he watched you struggle in his grasp. “All dumb and desperate already.” His free hand slid down your stomach, fingers teasing over your clit, making you jolt. “Who do you think will ruin her first?”

“She’s not going anywhere until she’s dripping with our cum,” Mydei said darkly, his hands slipping up to grope your tits, thumbs flicking over your soft nipples. “If she can even take it.”

Phainon smiled goofily. “Oh, she’ll take it. She doesn’t have a choice.”

Before you could whine, Phainon forced something between your lips—a gag, tight and firm, muffling the desperate sounds spilling from your throat. Your eyes widened, wrists tugging instinctively against the restraints that now bound them above your head.

Mydei chuckled, his sharp nails dragging along your thighs. “She’s already drooling. Cute.” He pressed a kiss to your exposed neck before biting down, hard enough to leave a mark. “I wonder how much she can take before she goes completely dumb.”

Phainon leaned closer, his lips grazing against Mydei’s in a fleeting touch, teasing. “We’ll find out.”

His fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin as Mydei spread your legs wider, positioning himself between them. Your muffled cries only made them more eager—tonight, they weren’t just going to claim you. They were going to break you.

Your body trembled, wrists bound tight above your head as Phainon’s fingers squeezed around your throat. The gag in your mouth muffled your whimpers, drool slipping past your lips as Mydei’s hands forced your legs apart.

“F-Fuck—please,” you tried to speak, but it came out garbled around the gag. Your eyes were glossy, mind spinning from the lack of control—exactly how they wanted you.

“She’s so needy already.” Mydei smirked, dragging his cock along your soaked slit, teasing you with every slow grind. “Wonder how much she can take before she completely falls apart.”

“She’ll take everything we give her,” Phainon murmured, voice dark, dangerous. He leaned closer to Mydei, their bodies pressing together against yours, and his lips brushed against the other’s jaw. “But don’t pretend you’re patient either.”

Mydei exhaled sharply, golden eyes flickering with something more than just lust. His grip on your thighs tightened, but his attention momentarily shifted to Phainon. “Jealous?” he taunted.

Phainon smirked, his hand slid down, fingers wrapping around Mydei’s cock, stroking him slow, teasing. Mydei sucked in a breath, his hips twitching, his hold on you faltering just for a second.

You moaned against the gag, watching them, your core clenching with need. The sight of them so close, so hungry for each other, only made your body ache more.

“Look at her,” Mydei groaned, his cock throbbing against Phainon’s grip. “She loves watching us.”

Phainon chuckled, pressing a heated kiss against Mydei’s lips, their tongues tangling in a messy, desperate clash. You squirmed, whining, your body on fire from the sight, from the feeling of being trapped between them.

“She’s ours,” Phainon murmured against Mydei’s lips, his fingers tightening in your hair, pulling hard enough to make you whimper. “And we’re gonna fucking ruin her.”

Mydei groaned, rutting against you, his cock teasing your entrance. “Together.”

And then, finally, they gave you exactly what you wanted.

Phainon’s touch was deceptively soft, fingers stroking along your cheek as you whimpered against the gag. His blue eyes gleamed with amusement as he took in the sight of you—bound, drooling, completely at their mercy.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he cooed, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Are we being too mean to you?” His hand drifted lower, skimming over your tits, rolling your sensitive nipple between his fingers. “I can feel you shaking, you know. Are you that desperate?”

You let out a muffled sob, nodding frantically. Your body was burning with need, slick dripping down your thighs as Mydei pressed the thick head of his cock against your entrance, teasing, never quite giving you what you needed.

“She’s always like this,” Mydei muttered, voice rough with impatience. His grip on your hips was bruising, thumbs pressing into your soft skin. “She wants it so bad, but she’s too dumb to say it properly.”

Phainon hummed, tilting his head as he considered your pitiful state. “Well, we did gag her,” he pointed out with a chuckle. “Can’t expect her to beg properly like this.” His fingers slipped between your legs, dipping into your soaked cunt, feeling just how desperately your body craved them. “Oh, my,” he sighed, teasingly slow. “You’re practically pulling me in.”

You moaned at the feeling, hips jerking against his hand, trying to get more—but Mydei’s grip was firm, keeping you exactly where he wanted. “Don’t give her what she wants so easily,” he growled.

Phainon only smiled, pressing a soft kiss against Mydei’s jaw. “And here I thought you liked it when she cried for it.”

Mydei let out a low groan, his cock twitching against you. He was losing patience. His golden eyes flicked down to where you were spread open beneath him, trembling, desperate. “I’m fucking her first,” he muttered.

Phainon chuckled, amused by Mydei’s possessiveness, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss against your forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll take care of you after he’s done breaking you.”

And then, with a sharp thrust, Mydei buried himself inside you. The stretch burned, pleasure and pain melting together as you screamed against the gag, your body struggling to take all of him at once.

“There we go,” Mydei groaned, his hands pinning your hips down as he bottomed out. “So fucking tight.”

Phainon kissed your temple again, his fingers wrapping around your throat—not tight enough to choke, just enough to keep you grounded. “That’s it, love,” he whispered, watching your eyes roll back as Mydei started to move. “Take everything we give you.”

Mydei was relentless, his thrusts deep and brutal as he fucked you into the mattress. His grip on your hips was firm, bruising, making sure you took every inch of him. You could do nothing but sob against the gag, body overstimulated, your wrists tugging weakly against the restraints above your head.

Phainon, ever the contrast to Mydei’s raw intensity, was gentle in comparison. His fingers trailed soothingly over your face, tucking damp strands of hair behind your ear as he watched you with amused, violet eyes.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, pressing a delicate kiss to your temple. “But I wonder, can you take more?”

Your breath hitched, a whimper escaping against the gag as Mydei groaned above you. “Of course, she can,” he growled. “She’s our perfect girl, aren’t you?”

“Nghh—yes ‘m your goood girllll…” You nodded frantically, mind too far gone to process anything but the need to be completely filled.

Phainon chuckled softly. “Such a good girl.” His hands smoothed down your back before parting your ass, his fingers teasing over your untouched hole. “You’ll let me have this, too, won’t you?”

The realization sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you moaned, your body twitching at the thought of being stretched even further.

“Look at her,” Mydei grunted, his thrusts slowing as he glanced at where Phainon’s fingers played with your hole. “She fucking likes it.”

“She’s just greedy,” Phainon teased, pressing a single finger inside. Your walls clenched around him instinctively, and he cooed. “Oh, sweetheart. So tight.”

He took his time preparing you, stretching you carefully despite Mydei’s impatience. His fingers moved slow, teasing, pressing against that sensitive spot until you were arching into him, drool slipping past the gag.

“Enough teasing,” Mydei growled. “Get in there.”

Phainon only smiled. “Patience.” But his own cock twitched, aching, and soon enough, he was positioning himself at your entrance, the blunt head pressing against your tight hole.

You gasped as he pushed in, the stretch unbearable at first, the pressure making you tremble between them. Mydei groaned, feeling the way you clenched even tighter around him.

“Oh, love,” Phainon sighed, voice still so sweet despite the filth of the moment. “You’re taking us so well.”

You were completely full—stuffed to the brim, their cocks stretching you beyond what you thought possible. Tears slipped down your cheeks, but the pleasure overwhelmed everything else.

“Fuck,” Mydei cursed, his hips snapping forward. “She’s perfect like this.”

Phainon chuckled, wrapping his fingers gently around your throat, tilting your head so he could watch the way your eyes fluttered. “She’s ours,” he murmured. “And we’re never letting her go.”

Then, together, they fucked you.

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[daddydixonscrossbow]

Jealous Daryl with a breeding kink??? Ummm, yes!

Aaron brought in some new people, and you were assigned to show them around, give them the rules, etc.

“Alright, welcome to Alexandria. Any and all weapons will be put in this cart.” You motion, “You can check them out in a few days once you are settled.”

You watched as they put in their weapons and stepped back into their original spots, “I believe Aaron has you guys assigned to be in two of the houses down on the corner, so if you’ll just-“

Daryl walks up, “Hey, m’goin’ on’a run w’Rick.” His hand slides around your waist, “Catch up later?”

You nod, giving him a smile, “Yeah, stay safe.”

He gives you a slight smirk, “Yes ma’am.”

You turn back to the group, “That was Daryl Dixon and Rick Grimes. They practically run this show. We’ll meet them later.” You sigh, “Alright. Follow me.” As you walk down the road, you point out what things are, making some stops to introduce them to others, “This is Carol. If you need any cookies made, she’s your gal.”

Carol smiles, “Oh stop it.” She looks back at the group, “she ain’t lying though.”

The group laughs and you smile at them, “I’ll take ya down here to get settled, shower, relax for a little bit. Come tomorrow, you’re officially one of us, so it’ll be time for you guys to pull your weight of the work.”

“Excuse me.” One guy raises his hand, “Do we get dinner?”

You nod, “‘Course you get dinner. It’s usually made around six, so you can go to the house that I showed you prior and that’s where you get it.”

You walk backwards, motioning to the houses, “Welcome home.”

It’s been a few hours now, and you’ve helped some of the newbies with things, made sure they were settling in alright and what not, and Aaron walks up to you, “Hey.”

“Hey.” You smile, “They seem to be adjusting really well.”

“Thanks for doing this, y/n. I really appreciate it.” He looks at the people sitting on their porches and back to you, “I couldn’t think of anyone better.” You smile, “I appreciate that.”

“Hey, y/n, right?” The same guy that asks about dinner walks up. You nod, “Correct. What can I do for you?”

“I’ll leave you to it.” Aaron pats your shoulder and you nod, looking back at the guy, “Your name was Clay, right?” He nods, “Yes. You guys brought me and my sister in.”

“How are you adjusting?” You cross your arms, “I know seeing all of this after being out there isn’t easy by any means.”

“Yeah, that’s what I came to talk to you about, a lot of my people trust you. So I was wondering if maybe you can be the one to assign their jobs and talk to them if things need done.”

“Oh absolutely.” You nod, “I’ll go let Aaron know right now.” As you turn, you see Daryl walking towards you. You smile and walk up to him, “How was the run?”

“Who’s that?” He nods and you glance back, “That’s clay, one of the new guys.” Your smile slowly fades as you see Daryl’s daggered stare staying on him. You reach up, “Daryl, babe. How was the run?”

“Fine.” He looks down at you, “what did he want?”

You smirk, “He told me that I’m the only one his group trusts, and he doesn’t want big scary people like you talking to them just yet.”

His straight lips crack into a smirk and you pat his chest, “There we go. Come on, I gotta go talk to Aaron.”

Over the next few days, you noticed Daryl being more touchy than he normally is. Before he goes anywhere away from you, whether it’s on a run or within the community, he’ll come up and kiss your cheek, or your lips. He’ll wrap his arm around you while you talk, just standing there.

“Y’gon be a’right if I go for a’run with Maggie?” His fingers drag over your hip, “Shouldn’t be gone too long.”

You look up at him, “I’ll be fine.” You turn towards him, “What’s with you lately?” He shakes his head as he shrugs, “M’not sure what’cha’ mean, darlin’.” He smirks, leaning in to kiss you, “Gotta go. Maggie’s waitin’.”

He walks away and you squint, “Uh huh. Be safe.”

He raises his hand, “Yes, ma’am.”

Later on, you hear the gates open and you’re standing there laughing with the group that came in a few days ago, clay standing right next to you.

“Yeah, so when I stood up, my foot slipped and all you heard was me yell out, “Help!” But it was the way I said it that cracks me up, it was like something you’d find in a cartoon.” You cover your mouth as you laugh and suddenly you feel a hand on your wrist.

You turn, walking with Daryl as he leads you away from the group.

“Daryl.”

He doesn’t say a word, just leads you back to your shared house and takes you inside. His bow wasn’t even off his back before he slams you against the wall, lips roughly kissing yours.

You don’t fight back, you teach up, gripping the edge of his vest to pull him closer.

“Yer’mine.” He mumbles, “People need t’know that

“I know, baby.” You look up at him, “M’yours.”

He steps back, pulling you with him towards the steps, and as you reach the top, he pulls you to him. Lips on yours as he walks you back towards the room.

“I know people wan’you. See it all day, every fuckin’ day.”

“I don’t want any’a them.” You assure with a nod, “You’re all I want, all I need.” You gasp as he pushes you backwards onto the bed, staring up at him as up as you watch him pull his bow from his body and setting it down.

His hands move to pull his vest down over his broad shoulders and you let out a whimper, you knew what was coming.

“Wan’you naked, darlin’.” He nods, “Now.”

You comply, stripping your clothes from your body as fast as you could. His eyes never leave you as he chewed on his lip, tilting his head as you lay back, legs spreading open for him.

He pushes off his shirt, moving down to crawl up towards you, “So fuckin’ pretty.” He pressed his lips to yours, “Don’know how I got’cha.” He shakes his head, “But I ain’t lettin’ y’go.”

You pull him back in, lips moving with him in a heated passion.

You gasp against his lips as his fingers circle your clit. He kisses back your jaw, whispering low in your ear, “M’gonna put a baby in ya, really show people who you belong to, huh?”

Your whine at his words turns into moans as she shoves two of his fingers into your cunt, “F-fuck, yes.”

“Yes what, darlin’?” He mumbles as he works his fingers into and out, “Talk t’me. M’listenin’.”

Your back lifts from the bed, “Feels so good.” You lift your head, eyes opening as you look up at him, “Want you so bad.”

“How bad?” He asks, lips planting along your chest, “Need t’know, baby.”

“So bad, so fucking bad.” You whine, walls closing on his pointer and middle, “Daryl, please.” He kisses down your chest, stopping to take your nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicking over and his teeth biting down send you into a dizzy state, “Y-yes.” You breathe out, “Oh.. oh my god.”

He lifts his head, fingers still curling as he treats your untouched nipple to the same treatment as the other.

Your heavy breathing and moans fill the room. Your hand lays on his head, dragging his hair into your grasp, “F-fuck. So fuckin’ close, baby.” You gasp, “Fuck, fuck.”

He kisses up your neck, “love makin’ y’sound like this.” He whispers, “tell me who makes ya’feel this good, baby.”

“Y-you.” You gasp, “Fuck, fuck. You. Always you.” You drag your nails down his arms, moaning loudly as you come around his fingers. He nods, “Thas’right.” He bites his lip, watching as you come down from your high.

He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and you watch in awe how he groans around them as he tastes the one thing he loves most.

You.

Your eyes bounce down to his jeans, watching as he undoes them and pushes them down. He leans forward, one hand by your head as he uses the other to guide himself in to you.

He groans, reaching up to cup your cheek as he thrusts into you fully, “always so fuckin’ tight ‘round me.” He presses his lips against yours, “M’gonna fill you full.”

He pulls out, and you barely have any time to register before he thrusts into you, hard.

You gasp, moaning out loudly as you cling to him, “F-fuck!”

His thrusts stay rough, jolting your body each time his body meets yours, “wanna fuckin’ take out anyone who looks at ya.” You nod, “I- yes, yes.”

“You’d look so beautiful pregnant with my baby.”

His words urge you closer and closer into letting that happen, “Keep going.” You pant, “S’hot when you talk like that.”

A smirk spreads onto his lips, “M’gonna fuck ya till everyone knows yer’mine, darlin’.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, “Fill ya full, have ya walk ‘round with me for days inside’ya.”

“Please, please.” You whine, “Need you, all’a you.” You pull him back in, roughly moving your lips with his, “M’fuck.” You throw your head back, whining loudly as he pushes you over the edge once more, “D-don’t st-“

Your words are cut short by his hand squeezing your neck. A small squeak sounds as he squeezes tighter, “Don’t worry, baby. Promise m’not stoppin’.”

Your eyes roll back as pleasure takes over your whole body. Your thighs twitching around his hips as he keeps his promise, groaning loudly, “Hate seein’ people touch ya.” He leans in, pressing kisses to your face, “Lookin’ at ya. Fuck, even talkin’ to ya.”

You cling to him tighter, whimpering out as his grip on your throat releases, “I- oh fuck!” You whine, “Yours, m’yours, baby.” You connect your lips to his, “I love you.”

“I love you.” He grunts, “Fuck. Almost done, baby. Jus’ little bit more.” He rests his forehead against yours, his hand sliding down to grip onto your thigh, “Feels so fuckin’ good..” he crashes his lips onto yours, moaning against them lowly as his cock twitches inside of you, filling you - just like he said he was going to.

Your legs relax, falling outward as he slowly pulls out.

He lays next to you, stretching his arm out and you roll over to lay with him, “You do know that I only have my eyes on you, right?” You tilt your head back to look up at him and he nods, “Yeah, I know.” He brushes hair from his face, “Seein’ y’laugh with him jus’made me all..”

“Jealous?”

He laughs, “Yeah, we can go w’that.” He presses his lips to your forehead, “was serious about the whole puttin’ a baby in ya, too.”

You smirk, “Yeah, kinda caught onto that.” You lay your arm over him, your thumb gently stroking his side, “I think you’d be a very good dad.”

“Ya think?”

You nod, “I know.”

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[snail-day]

Respectfully, let me put a bun in that oven

Gojo x Reader

WC: 2.5k

TW: Pathetically in love Gojo, brief smut, no protection, MDNI

a/n: Based on the other "okay satoru" drabbles. I swear I will update my masterlists...soon...hopefully. <3

Okay. Okay. Breathe, Satoru. You can do this.

It’s just a little card. Some flowers. Your wife's favorite drink. A cake. For no reason. Well, for a reason. A big reason. A terrifying, life-altering, universe-breaking reason.

Satoru stands at the edge of the bed with the tray in his hands and his heart somewhere lodged around his throat. The card’s bent at the corner from all the fidgeting when he was stuck in the aisle for a near hour reading them all. The frosting is smudged from nearly tripping when thinking about his words. He thinks the flowers might be a little wilted, even though he picked them up this morning.

His hands shake. He’s sweating. Oh god, he's sweating. He is, respectfully, freaking the fuck out.

You stir under the plush, warm blankets, lashes fluttering, your body warm and soft in the early light. You blink up at him, bleary and confused, and then smile.

God, that smile.

That soft, sleepy, loves-him-anyway smile that makes his knees wobble.

“What’s all this?” you rasp, voice thick and sweet from sleep.

Satoru nearly forgets how to function. Stares at you for a beat too long before he clears his throat, shifting his grip on the tray when it begins to shake. Moves to sit at the edge of the bed beside you.

“I was just thinking,” he starts, trying for casual. Failing spectacularly. “Like. Maybe. If you wanted… we could…”

His throat goes dry. He looks so stupid right now - bedhead-wrecked white hair, wearing one of the tourist-turned-sleep-shirt that says “Snuggle Bug” with two cartoon frogs cuddling on it, and eyes so wide and blue it’s like the whole sky’s been poured into them. His lashes flutter when he blinks. Trying to look anywhere but you. Why is confrontation so hard?

What if this is dumb? What if you’re not ready? What if he’s not ready?

Except… he kind of is. Has been.

That one extra room in the house, the one neither of you touches. Not a guest room. Not storage. Just… empty. Waiting.

And the way you always squeeze his arm a little tighter when you see a baby in a carrier. The way you murmur, “I wonder when that’ll be us,” like you’re dreaming it quietly to yourself but loud enough for him to catch it. Loud enough for him to start wanting it too.

So when his words start to spiral, when his mouth goes too fast and his thoughts can’t keep up, you stop him.

With a kiss.

Soft and warm. Gentle. You kiss him like you already know what he’s trying to say. And he melts.

The tray gets abandoned somewhere on the bed. A mess for later. His long arms wrap around you in a heartbeat, pulling you into his chest to capture you closer.

“We’ll figure it out,” you whisper against his jaw, voice soft and sure.

He nods. Tries to swallow the knot in his throat. Presses his forehead to yours, those messy strands of white hair falling down over his lashes as he whispers -

“I’d really love for you to be the mother of my kids,” his voice breaks just slightly. “If you’re willing.”

Please be willing.

You nod. Small. Sweet. Almost shy.

“Yes?” You respond, cautiously.

His whole face scrunches, lip wobbling slightly as he asks again, just to be sure. Like maybe he hallucinated it. Like maybe his brain just wants it that badly.

“Yes, Satoru.” You say again with a smile blooming on your face as his dazzling blue eyes widen once more.

Oh.

Oh no.

That’s it. That’s the end of him.

His grin bursts onto his face like sunlight cracking through the morning curtains, blinding and boyish and a little watery around the edges. He laughs, half-breathless, half-disbelieving, as he pulls you in.

You squeal a little, giggling into his neck, and he just keeps kissing you. Your cheeks. Your forehead. Your nose. Every little part of you he can reach, it’s precious.

“Okay. Okay,” he pants between kisses, voice breathy and light. “We’re gonna be so good at this. I’ll read the books. I’ll learn how to swaddle. I’ll install those stupid baby locks on the cabinets even though I’ll hate them. I’ll be so annoying, baby - I’ll cry at the ultrasound. I’m gonna cry at everything.”

You laugh again, fingers threading into his fluffy white hair, and he genuinely considers proposing again right then and there.

“Wait,” he says suddenly, his voice pitching higher. “Do you wanna start now? Or later? I mean, no pressure, we can just nap. Totally just nap. But if you wanna start now, like. I am very good at practicing. Extremely good. Ask anyone, wait no don’t ask anyone, but - ”

You cut him off with another kiss.

This one’s deeper. Wetter. Your mouth warm against his and a little smug, and all he can do is moan softly into it and melt.

He is so. Screwed.

As he curls around you under the blankets - your laugh still dancing in his ears, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your hip - Satoru falls in love with you all over again.

And all he can think is, I get to do this. With you. Forever.

You kiss him again. Moving to straddle on top of him.

Slower this time. A little deeper. One hand tangled in his soft, snowy hair, the other sliding down under his silly shirt to touch his bare chest, tracing the lean lines and dips, places you already know by heart. He groans against your mouth, and when he opens his eyes, those impossibly bright baby blues are already glazed with something warm and adoring.

“Wait,” he breathes, breath tickling your lips as he leans back just enough to look at you. “You’re not just saying yes so you can jump me, right?”

You blink up at him, thighs spread over the sharp V of his hips. Your fingertips rest just over the steady thrum of his heartbeat. “I mean,” you murmur, voice all teasing honey, “why can’t it be both?”

His whole face flushes. Pale skin blooming pink from his ears to his throat. His hands, big and warm, squeeze your hips like instinct, thumbs stroking the soft curve. Comforting.

“God,” he mumbles, a laugh caught in the back of his throat as you shift your hips and roll against the thick shape of him through his boxers. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You tug his shirt over his head, and the moment it’s off, he’s on you. Kissing you hungrily - wet and warm and open-mouthed as he lays you back into the mattress. His fingers skate beneath your shirt, lifting the fabric so he can mouth at your chest, dragging kisses across your skin like each one could spell out his devotion.

He doesn’t even let you undress yourself, won’t let you lift a finger. He needs to do it. Needs to watch every inch of skin reveal itself under his trembling hands like it’s the first time all over again. Your clothes are peeled away with care, your panties tossed somewhere behind him without a second thought. His fingers slip between your thighs, finding that sensitive little nub with a practiced, aching touch.

“Don’t hide from me,” he breathes, voice thick, forehead pressed to yours. “I love you. I love you so much. Let me see all of you.”

And when he finally pushes inside, slow and deep, thick cock stretching you open with a low moan whispered into your neck, he doesn’t move. Not right away. Just breathes. Just holds you.

“Feels too good,” he murmurs, voice trembling. “I - fuck, I love you so much.”

His body rocks against yours slowly, each thrust deeper than the last, his pelvis brushing yours just right as he holds you close. One hand cradles the back of your neck. The other… slides low.

Calloused fingertips splay across your lower belly, right where the bulge of him presses with each thrust.

“You’re gonna look so pretty all round and soft,” he whispers, kissing the shell of your ear. “Gonna look so fuckin’ good with my baby in you.”

Your breath stutters. His hand stays there, palm pressed flat to your stomach as he moves inside you, like he’s trying to imagine it, already seeing the future blooming beneath his touch.

“Gonna take care of you,” he murmurs between kisses to your jaw, your cheeks, the wet corners of your eyes. “You won’t have to lift a finger. I’ll do it all, baby. Just let me give this to you.”

You moan his name and he loses rhythm. hips stuttering, face buried in your shoulder as he whispers it again and again:

Please let it take. Please. Please.

Even after he cums, deep, slow, and unbearably warm, staying inside as if he can will the pregnancy into existence, he doesn’t stop touching your belly. Doesn’t stop kissing your cheeks. Doesn’t stop whispering promises into your skin.

You and me and a baby. Just us. Just ours. Please.

You can feel him still trembling, his arms wound around you like a vise, cheek smushed against your chest, the damp tips of his snowy hair sticking to your collarbones. Breath still shaky, puffing out against your skin as he presses another kiss just under your jaw, then one to your shoulder, then back to your collarbone. Like he can’t pick a favorite part of you. Like he needs to worship every inch of where he just poured himself.

You shift a little beneath him, sticky, flushed, a touch overheated, and he immediately lets out a soft, panicked sound.

“Nooo, wait,” he whines, arms tightening around your waist as his head lifts just enough for you to see the ridiculous, sleepy pout pulling at his pretty mouth. His lashes are fluttery and wet. His cheeks are pink. His eyes - still ocean-deep and dazed - search your face like you’ve just threatened to leave him forever.

“Satoru,” you breathe, voice fond and exasperated all at once. “I’m hot.”

“You’re always hot,” he mumbles into your throat, dead serious.

You try to wriggle again, and he just grabs your hand, gently, but fast, like you were about to disappear into the ether, and laces his fingers with yours, clutching it to his chest.

His heart is racing.

“Just a little longer,” he pleads, voice raw and boyish and thick with love. “Ten minutes. Five. Two. I just wanna stay like this…”

You sigh, but your hand squeezes his.

He beams. Full-blown sunshine. His legs tangle tighter with yours beneath the blanket as he shifts to kiss your wrist, then your knuckles, and then your shoulder again. He’s still inside you, still warm and soft, buried as deep as your heartbeat.

His voice is quieter now, breathless and thick with something aching.

“You’d be so beautiful pregnant,” he murmurs against your skin. “You already are. But like. More. Like glowing. Full. Happy. I’d kiss your belly every morning. Rub your feet. Tie your shoes for you. You wouldn’t have to do anything. Just sit there and look pretty and let me take care of you.”

You blink up at the ceiling, trying not to cry from how gently pathetic he sounds.

“I’ll wake up with you every night,” he continues softly. “Even if I’m on a mission, I’ll come back and rock the baby. I’ll be the one who changes the diapers. You can sleep in. I’ll do it all. Just - just let me have this, baby.”

You open your mouth to respond, but he’s already snuggling impossibly closer, wrapping his arms tighter around you and nosing at your jaw like a needy cat. The hold is warm. A little sweaty. Definitely clingy. But it’s Satoru. Your Satoru. So in love he can’t see straight. So scared you’ll vanish if he lets go. So sure that this is it. This is home.

He murmurs again, so quiet you almost miss it.

“Happy Mother's Day.”

[bbyg4rl]

telling jj you’re pregnant . . .

cw: backstory for my girl!dad!jj x honeycomb!reader au, unplanned pregnancy, fluff/comfort themes.

You didn’t say much on the ride. Just held onto the back of JJ’s shirt tighter than usual, arms around his waist like maybe if you let go, the world would shift and swallow you whole. He didn’t press. Just drove you where you asked. The pier. It was always the pier when the house felt too small for what you were feeling.

When you got there, you walked ahead. He followed, glancing at your back every few steps. You sat at the edge, legs swinging over like always, but your arms stayed close to your chest. Curled in. Quiet. JJ lowered himself beside you. “You’re freaking me out, babe,” he muttered with a half-hearted laugh. “You— You’re not breaking up with me, are you?”

You didn’t answer. His heart clenched. His body leaned toward yours instinctively. You pulled something from your hoodie pocket and handed it to him. Didn’t say a word. He took it. Looked down. Stared. And stared. Two pink lines. “What—” he breathed. “Is this…”

He looked at you, wide-eyed, searching your face like he wanted to see a smirk or hear you say just kidding. “Is this real?”

You nodded. Barely. “I don’t wanna do this alone, JJ,” you whispered. “Please don’t make me do this alone.”

“I… fuck.” He runs both hands over his face. “You’re serious.”

You nod. And that’s when it hits him. You’re scared. JJ shuts up. Every voice in his head goes quiet.

He reaches for your hand, not just to hold it, he brings it to his chest, pressing your palm over his heart, making sure you feel it beating for you. “Hey. Look at me. We’re gonna figure it out, alright? I swear to god, honey, you’re not doing this alone. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nod again, even though tears were welling now. Your throat burned.

He blinked fast and laughed nervously, rubbing his free hand through his hair. “Okay. Okay. We’ll figure this out. I’ll—I’ll get a job. That new auto shop over in Figure Eight, you know the one that opened last month? I’ll go apply. They’ll take anyone, right? I’ll work weekends. Evenings. Whatever it takes.”

He nodded to himself, already spiraling. “I can fix bikes, and boats, and cars, too, if they let me learn—shit, I’ll learn fast—”

You just sat there. Silent. Still.

“And we’ll need diapers. A crib. Clothes. Fuck, do babies need clothes right away? What if it’s cold? I’ll find something warmer, or—or maybe I can talk to John B about the spare room—”

Then, he paused. His eyes flicked to you again. And this time, you weren’t holding back tears. You were crying. Fully, like your chest cracked open and the sound of your own future knocked the wind out of you. JJ froze. “Hey. Hey, baby—”

You shook your head. “I wanted to go to university.”

“And you’re still gonna go,” he cuts in, like he’s promising it to the sky. “You’re still gonna do everything you wanted to do. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll watch the baby while you’re in class, I’ll—fuck, I’ll learn how to cook, okay?”

A loud sob rips through you. JJ catches the sound in his chest, pulls you close, wraps himself around you like he’s trying to shield you from the world. “You’re gonna go to uni, baby. You’re gonna be a mom and graduate and do all the things you dream about.”

“I don’t know how to be a mom,” you whisper.

“I don’t know how to be a dad either,” he says. “But I know how to love you. And I’m gonna love our kid like I love you.”

You let yourself cry into his hoodie. And JJ, seventeen years old and scared out of his goddamn mind, just held you there on the edge of that pier, rocking a little, kissing the top of your head, his own eyes burning with tears.

He thinks of all the things he never thought he’d get, a family, something his, someone who trusts him enough to bring this kind of truth to him first. You, shaking and teary, on a pier with a pregnancy test and nothing else but hope. He’d build the rest. For you. For the little one. For all of it.

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if i believe you | chapter two

a time to build

clan head!satoru x reader

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wc: 1.3k

content: fluff, angst if you squint. satoru is so sweet i wanna eat him.

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the morning after your wedding, you wake up alone.

soft morning light slips into the room as you sit up. satoru is gone.

you look at the space where he’d been. you’re not even sure he actually slept. you stayed awake long enough to know that neither of you had moved, separated by a stretch of empty bedding.

you swallow, shifting to the edge of the bed. what now?

there was no guide for this part. no lesson in duty or obedience to dictate what happens the morning after. you were prepared for a different beginning—a different role to step into. but he hadn’t touched you. he hadn’t even looked at you when he told you to sleep.

maybe this is normal.

a servant arrives before you can linger too long. she bows politely, informing you that preparations have been made to move you into your new home.

your new home?

you think about it as you get ready for the day. you had assumed you’d live in the main estate—where the rest of the clan lives, where elders gather, where your husband handles his affairs. why would the two of you be anywhere else?

but no one questions it. no one treats it like a strange thing. your belongings have already been sent ahead.

and when you step outside, he’s waiting.

satoru doesn’t look like a man who was awake all night.

he stands with easy confidence and his grin is loose, unbothered—like nothing about last night was out of the ordinary. like he’s just happy to see you. the sun is bright, casting white hair in a soft halo as he lifts a hand.

“morning, stranger,” he says, a teasing lilt to his voice.

you lower your head in greeting. “good morning.”

his gaze flickers over you, the corner of his mouth twitching like he expected you to say something more. but when you don’t, he only tilts his head toward the path ahead. “come. i’ll show you.”

the walk is short and quiet, but the main estate fades behind you quickly. the new house sits past a grove of trees, far enough that the bustle of the clan’s daily life feels distant.

it’s… beautiful.

traditional in structure but warm in detail. the garden is well kept, a narrow wrap-around veranda bordering the home, lined with lanterns.

satoru watches you closely as you take it in. he lifts a hand, rubbing at the back of his neck. “if there’s anything you don’t like, we’ll change it,” he says, and there’s something almost bashful in his voice, like he’s bracing for your reaction.

you glance at him. you hadn’t thought much about where you’d live before. it didn’t concern you. but now, as you look at the home—your home—something like relief moves through you.

a separate house means space. a separate house means privacy.

maybe you’re more grateful for that than you should be.

“it’s lovely,” you say finally. “thank you.”

his shoulders relax slightly, and he exhales through his nose, looking at you with a boyish grin. “yeah, yeah. c’mon.”

he walks ahead, pointing things out as he goes. “living room’s here. bath is that way—better than the ones at the main house. that’s the study, if you’re into that.”

then, a pause. he stops at a door and slides it open.

his voice is quieter when he speaks again.

“and this one’s yours.”

yours.

it’s unmistakable—a space of your own. the first thing you notice is the quiet, how the walls soften the outside world into something distant, manageable. the bed is low and wide, draped in something finer than you would’ve chosen for yourself. a nightstand sits beside it, and on the other side, tall shelves stand empty, waiting to be filled.

“everything’s new,” he says after a beat, as if the stillness needs an explanation. “didn’t know what you’d like, so i kept it simple. we can change anything.” he sounds… nervous? “or, you know—everything.”

the door on the far wall catches your eye. you step toward it, curiosity stirring, and find that it leads to a small garden—freshly planted, barely grown.

you press your lips together. your eyes burn.

you didn’t know what you expected, really, but it wasn’t this. it wasn’t him, standing here, offering you something so careful, so thoughtful. like he had considered you in ways you hadn’t even thought to consider yourself.

and yet.

you’ve pictured the shape of a marriage a thousand times—a shared room, a shared bed, a life intertwined. but he keeps putting space between you—first last night, now here.

why does he want you here and not there, sleeping beside him?

you don’t ask.

+++

the next day, the wives of the clan gather for breakfast in one of the estate gardens, their laughter bright, conversation flowing. you’re welcomed among them without hesitation, and for the first time since your wedding, you feel something like ease.

until the conversation shifts.

the woman beside you turns with a knowing smile. “and i imagine you’ve barely had a moment to catch your breath, dear.”

you blink, setting your cup down carefully.

another hums in agreement, setting her spoon down with a soft clink. “yes, the gojo men have always been… demanding.” she glances at you, eyes twinkling. “and with a husband like yours? you must understand that well enough by now.”

you open your mouth—to say what?

before you can decide, an older woman leans in, her tone sweet but pointed. “and what of an heir?”

“oh, let the poor girl breathe,” another laughs, waving a hand. you’ve never been more grateful. “they’ve barely been married two days.”

a few chuckles rise, and just like that, the conversation drifts—to their children, to gala preparations, to something else entirely.

+++

he sees it before anyone tells him.

the way you’ve started doing things.

cooking. cleaning. managing. quietly stepping into a role no one asked you to fill.

the servants try to redirect you at first, gently, respectfully. you’re the lady of the house, not a maid, not a servant. but you insist. repeatedly.

after a few days, no one stops you anymore.

today, satoru finds you in the kitchen, sleeves rolled back, fingers dusted in flour. he watches for a while, arms crossed against the doorframe.

you’re focused, preparing something delicate, carefully measured. you don’t rush, don’t hesitate.

he’s not sure if it’s endearing or frustrating.

finally, he steps forward.

“what’s this?”

you jump, nearly knocking over a tray. when you turn, he’s already settling onto a stool, forearms resting on the counter.

he catches the way you school your features before answering. “i—” you glance at the array of bowls and loose ingredients. “i’m making dessert.”

he leans in, chin resting on one palm. “and why’s that?”

something crosses your face—uncertainty, maybe. “i thought it would be nice.”

he watches you from behind his sunglasses.

you’re trying to be useful. trying to be good. but why?

he doesn’t call you out. instead, he asks, “what’s your favorite?”

he watches as your hands still against the counter, your eyes narrowing slightly—like you’ve never had to think about it before.

finally, like a secret, “i guess it would be kikufuku.”

his head tilts, a grin spreading slow and knowing. “oh?”

you nod, refocusing on your task, hearing his quiet laugh. he likes the way your lips curve, almost undetectable.

“you know,” he says, swiping a pinch of sugar from a bowl and popping it directly in his mouth, “if you wanted to impress me, you could’ve just asked my favorite.”

you glance at him, brow furrowing. “why?”

his grin turns smug. “it’s the same as yours.”

your lips part slightly, caught between surprise and something else. you don’t answer, returning to what you were doing like he wouldn’t notice.

and he lets you.

but when it’s finished, he slides a piece toward you first, making sure you take the first bite.

and for the first time, you let yourself enjoy it.

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You’re Going Out Like That?

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Pairing: Poly!Stray Kids x Reader (OT8)

Genre:Fluff,Suggestive

Warnings:pretty suggestive

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You step out of the bedroom in a fitted outfit that hugs your body like sin itself and ask casually:

“How do I look?”

The room goes silent.

Comically silent.

Eight pairs of eyes turn to you. Freeze. And stay stuck like a corrupted system reboot.

Felix is the first to break. “Holy…” he breathes, eyes wide. “You’re not seriously going out like that, are you?”

You smirk, slowly turning around to show off. “Why not?”

Hyunjin chokes. “Why not?” he repeats, tone an octave higher. “Because you look like you just walked off a catwalk and into my fantasies.”

Han is clinging to the back of the couch like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. “Oh no,” he mutters. “They’ve weaponized the fit.”

“I’m not gonna survive this,” Seungmin says flatly, though his eyes never leave you. “You turned the hallway into a thirst trap.”

Changbin squints like he’s in physical pain. “Is it hot in here? Or is that just my soul leaving my body?”

“You’re going out looking like that and we’re supposed to just… let you?” Jeongin whines. “You’re gonna break hearts out there. Ours included.”

Minho’s already on his feet, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. “I’m not saying you look illegal,” he says slowly, “but if I see even one person glance at you the wrong way, I’m going to commit a minor felony.”

And then there’s Chan.

Dead silent. Just blinking at you like he’s buffering. You shoot him a playful look.

“Cat got your tongue, Channie?”

He finally speaks, voice low and a little dangerous. “You look so good it’s disrespectful. I feel disrespected.”

You can’t help but laugh — which only makes things worse.

Seungmin points. “And they laugh like that? Yeah. No. You’re not going anywhere.”

Felix walks up, tugging gently at the hem of your top. “This is too pretty to share. Can we keep you home? Like… forever?”

You roll your eyes. “I’m just going out with friends.”

Hyunjin pouts, dramatic as ever. “But do your friends deserve to see this? Do they know how lucky they are?”

Han nods. “Because if not, I’d like to submit a formal complaint.”

“Do you even remember how to breathe properly around people when you look like that?” Jeongin asks, genuinely concerned.

“Seriously,” Changbin adds, “I’m sweating and I’m not even the one going.”

“Okay, enough,” you say, picking up your phone. “I’m going to be late.”

“Nope,” Minho says, stepping in front of the door like a final boss. “Denied.”

“Babe, move,” you laugh.

“Convince me.”

Chan finally walks up behind you, close enough to feel the heat from his body. “We’re just saying,” he murmurs near your ear, “you look too good. And you know it. Don’t act innocent.”

You turn to face him. “And what if I do?”

There’s a pause.

Then Felix blurts, “We’re gonna need ten more minutes with you before you leave.”

“Ten?” Seungmin scoffs. “Try twenty.”

Hyunjin leans in, voice honey-slick. “Or we could make you so late you have no choice but to cancel.”

You raise a brow. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise,” Han says immediately.

Minho clicks his tongue. “We’ve been patient. Respectful.”

“Barely,” Changbin mutters.

Chan chuckles. “You step out here looking like that and expect us to not lose our minds?”

“You’re acting like I wore this for you.”

“You did,” they all say at once.

You pause. Then grin. “…Maybe I did.”

Jeongin groans and flops face-first into a pillow. “They’re gonna be the death of me.”

Hyunjin gently takes your wrist, eyes smoldering. “Last chance. Stay home. We’ll make it worth it.”

You look around at eight gorgeous, flustered, absolutely whipped men.

All staring at you like you hung the moon in stilettos.

You check your phone. Your friends are texting.

But your heart — and eight very tempting reasons — are pulling you back toward the bedroom.

“…Ten minutes,” you say slowly.

Felix smirks. “Ten each?”

You roll your eyes, already being pulled toward the hall.

Minho’s hand is on your waist. Chan’s on your lower back. Han kisses your shoulder on the way past.

The door shuts softly behind you.

Your phone buzzes again from the counter.

You don’t answer though .

[boba-beom]

⋆⋆⋆ BOY FOR THE WEEKEND ⋆⋆⋆ | KANG TAEHYUN NSFW

PAIRING. secret fwb!taehyun x fem!reader

GENRE. smut

WC. 2.2k

SYNOPSIS. you're friends with an incredibly hot guy and ever since you started hooking up with taehyun for fun—and hanging out with his friends—you've managed to develop a little crush on one or maybe two of them. but why is it that you enjoy visibly jealous and touchy taehyun?

A/N. first fic of the year and it's been a while lol but this brainrot is atrocious. I might make this a per member series that could also be stand alones but we’ll see how it goes! homie hopping but make it with txt 🤭 enjoy my sweet cherries <3 warnings under the cut!

WARNINGS. ft. txt members, voyuerism, brat tamer ! taehyun, bratty ! reader, taehyun's also a lil jealous, fingering (fem rec), oral (fem rec.), pull out method (wrap it upp!), light dacryphilia kink, exhibitionist(?) (shared apartment), pet names;(baby, pretty etc.), ass slapping, cumshot, pw little plot

A silly summer fling was all you hoped for—casual sex, no strings attached—and that was how it went until you started hanging out with said fling and with his group of friends.

His hot friends.

It started with you and Taehyun eye-fucking each other from those occasional frat parties you were invited to during peak times in each semesters. Just something about his sex appeal made it feel like he was your best choice to fool around with. And you couldn't be more satisfied with your decision. There were a few times where he'd pour you a drink and you'd have small chats with him and your own friends, but when you were by yourselves it always led to drunk and heated make out sessions in empty bathrooms, or pressed up against the walls in the bare hallways on the way to the bedrooms.

You remember when you both started this 'secret' hook up; hanging out more than usual, and outside of college hours—more or less skipping a few classes when one or the other sent a frisky text.

Every time you and Taehyun hooked up you mentally took notes on how quick he knew about you and your body. Rough fucking with his hands gripping onto your hips until his nails left moon crescent indents in your skin, or the way he'd skim his soft, plush lips along your neck before nipping and sucking at it. He picked it up quicker than guys you previously hooked up with and that's what's made him your longest hookup as of date.

But one of your favourite parts about him? His slender and pretty fingers. Just the sight of them anywhere near, on or in you had you squirming with your thighs squeezed against each other until he uses them to help out your little issue.

Again, all this has only happened behind closed doors. No sign of physical affection in front of his friends or yours, or anyone in general for that matter. This secret only started because you both weren't ready for relationships despite your friends' failed attempts at setting you up with other guys in your university, and if you were both to slowly merge your friendships, you'd try your best to not make it weird.

Yet you're here sitting next to him in his shared house with his friends, one of his hands resting on your lap with his thumb caressing random patterns on your inner thigh. His friends are too distracted playing a four-player game on the console, screaming and yelling at each other for their failing teamwork.

"Fuck it man, you're too old to be on my team!" Beomgyu's voice bellows throughout the living room, "I'd rather have Hueningkai on me team I swear."

"Gyu shut the fuck up right now, be grateful I didn't leave you to go against Kai and Soobin alone. Or would you rather have Taehyun on your team?" Yeonjun seethes through his teeth, and his knuckles turning while from the grip on the controller.

"Never mind." Beomgyu audibly pouts.

One thing you loved about hanging out with Taehyun and his friends was the free entertainment that came along with it. The bickering between Yeonjun and Beomgyu especially had you laughing to yourself, but when the hand on your thigh squeezes a little too hard to be classes as affectionate, you let out a yelp loud enough to have a head or two turning—you had never seen Taehyun move his hand away from you so fast.

Soobin looks away from the screen momentarily, brows briefly raised at the closeness between you and his housemate. "You good?" He had always been the sweetest among the five of them when it came to being overprotective about you.

"Uh, yeah- I'm fine Bin, Taehyun just-"

"I was just gonna take her to my room to rest, she's not feeling too good right now, right?" He feigns a pout followed by a hand rubbing your back, probably a little lower than where Soobin could even see.

"Alright, let us know if we're too loud and we'll try be quieter for you." Soobin flashes you a dimpled smile and resumes beating his opponents asses in their games.

── .✦

"I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" Taehyun pushes your legs wider on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to suck your fingers covered in your sheer slick.

You refrained from rolling your eyes back from the lewd sight of him shirtless, honey skin under the warm light, and kneeling on his bedroom floor, but you would prefer to have his tongue working its magic on your clit.

"You know fucking around with me isn't going to get you fucked by them." He states, voice raspy and low.

"Yeah? Jealous I might enjoy your homeboys' dicks better than yours?" You sneer back at him, teasing him with the way your fingers make their way back to your dripping hole, two fingers slowly sinking in and bringing it back up to rub your clit in slow circular motions.

Taehyun scoffs, grabbing your chin and pulling you closer to him as he kneels higher. "Say that again and I'm never fucking you again. I know you love this dick too much to ditch me like that, isn't that right, sugar?"

A groan bubbles in your throat, you refuse to agree with him knowing it wouldn't be fun that way. What do you do instead? Exaggerate a shrug and faking to think long and hard, but that only pisses Taehyun off further.

He stands up straight, and your eyes trail down his toned abs and lands on his bulge, nice and prominent in his grey sweats. He pushes you so your back hits the bed, and you know you're starting to like this a little more than your previous hookups—given that this is the first time you're about to get fucked with his closest friends just on the other side of his bedroom door.

You shuffle higher up on his bed still holding eye contact with him as the bed dips from his knees shifting weight towards you, and while he hovers over your figure his lips attaches themselves to your neck. Slow kisses descending to your chest was enough to have your breath slightly hitching, loving the way his tongue flicks against your nipples until he drags the wet muscle down your stomach.

"Mmhm, please." You instantly beg, lifting your hips up to his face only for him to shove your hips back against the bed.

"No," his eyes darkened from his pupils dilating, "you get what I give you, now be a good girl and wait."

You prop yourself up on your elbows knowing that he'll give you what you want if you oblige, but pissing him off when he thinks you're about to finally listen to him was too fun. Taehyun spreads your legs nice and wide with the view of his head going straight between your thighs, light bites and sucking around your core, leaving teeth indentations in your plush skin. And finally, the feeling of his long, leisurely strokes of his tongue over your clit had your head reeling.

Soft whimpers fall past your lips, indecisive whether you should've bitten your tongue and held back, but if there was any other way to rile up Taehyun, it was to talk about his friends while his tongue's buried between your legs.

"Shit Tae, I really under estimated you." You bury your fingers in his dark locks, tugging them and only receiving groans from him, but that only led to aggressive vibrations to your core. "I sometimes thought about Yeonjun's thick lips, mmhm, but you're doing a great job too, sweetie."

The movement from his tongue stops, and he lifts his head to look at you dead in the eye; strong, thick brows scrunching in pure disbelief. It worked. "Is that so?" He says unamused, aligning a single digit against your entrance. Not giving you the chance to gradually get used to the minimal stretch, he shoves another finger, slightly curling it up the same way your toes were subtly curling.

"Oh fuck." You gasp, bringing a hand up to squeeze your tits, rolling your nipples between your fingers. You knew Taehyun loved it when you did that, but he was to smug to give in so quickly.

"And you really thought you were able to leave me? Admit it, baby, I'm too good." He leans over you again, one hand holding himself above you and the other still fucking inside your cunt. The smell of his cologne literally sticks to his skin, he doesn't even need to wear clothes and he's just so perfect that way. "Sweet, sweet angel," his voice is hoarse in your ear, "you look so pretty getting fucked by my fingers, but I'm sure you'd look heavenly with my dick stretching you out again, yeah?"

You want to refuse just to play around with him a little more, but you want him bad. You give up and nod your head, looking ridiculously desperate to be fucked dumb and that's exactly what you'll receive. Taehyun takes his fingers out of you, separating them and watching your slick form a string until it cuts off and he shoves them into your mouth, tongue swirling at the sweet taste of your own cream.

He pulls his dick out of his precum-stained joggers, of course he didn't wear boxers when he knew you'd be over, but who were you to complain? Aligning his coke-can girth cock at your entrance was always something you'd look forward to, and once you feel the stretch and he feels the grip, you both simultaneously let out guttural moans. His hands gripping onto your hips, pulling you up his girth as he kneels back, plowing into you harder than you've experienced with him before, and you loved it.

The pace picks up, head empty, heavy cock jack hammering into you like there's no tomorrow, and his sweat's already gathering in his hair that had covered his forehead. Sometimes you didn't know if Taehyun's aware about his strength, but every hit of his tip against your cervix brought tears to your eyes, and the delicious sound of his grunts was enough to have you clenching around him. But instead of stopping, he fucked you through it.

"Go on," his voice shakes, sweat dripping on your collarbone, "let them hear you scream on my dick, I'm sure they have their ears pressed up against the door with their dicks hard. You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"F-fuck baby, yes, yes, I would!" You moan louder than you intended, no fear whether the boys on the other side of his bedroom door would've heard you or not.

But Taehyun's devious smirk only has your brows scrunching in confusion, your chest heaves as he flips you onto your stomach and inserts himself back inside you, but his hips don't move.

"Fuck yourself on it." His growl accompanies a slap on your left ass cheek, "or do you want me to call Yeonjun and Beomgyu in here to watch me fuck this cunt until you're creaming all over me?"

"Tae-" You whine, slowly rocking yourself back and forth. The change of position felt too good, the curve of his cock hitting the jackpot.

"'Tae' what?" He mocks you, slapping your ass again but gripping onto it, hard enough to leave indents of his fingernails.

"So good, so sooo good, shit-" You gasp, almost borderline sob when you reach down to play with your clit.

Taehyun scoffs, amused. "You're so fucking shameless, crying on my dick and still thinking about flirting with my friends." He leans over, his chest against your back, and his hand reaches around to replace yours. As soon as he heard your sharp, staccato inhales he latches his lips onto the back of your neck, trailing along your shoulder blades and whispering against your back to talk your through your high. You collapse your chest against the bed, arching your back while his hips continues the movement.

"Cum for me, big boy." You sigh.

The sound of your whining sent shivers down his spine, head thrown back and eyes scrunched shut, hips stuttering and about to still. "Almost there, pretty."

He pulls out, vigorously stroking his length, grunting and moaning once warm spurts of white ribbons decorated your back and the plump of your ass. Once the last drop landed on you, you giggle, rocking back to find his tip with your entrance and fill yourself up with his thickness again. Obsessed wasn't even the right word to describe sex with Taehyun. It was a necessity. Not a want, but a need.

Taehyun hisses behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his sweaty forehead against your back before deciding on whether he's about to go for another round, but his still erect dick already determined there will be. "Good girl. Let me stay here a little while, gotta make sure this pussy's nothing but the perfect mold for my dick."

You caress his forearms hugging you, humming while he catches his breath, but you see your phone screen light up on the side of the bed. Turns out the boys had stopped playing a while ago and only two of them were left in the living room. Yeonjun and Beomgyu.

Yeonjun, 8 mins ago I knew you guys were fucking, ur so loud tf

u guys aren't exclusive tho right?? 😏

Beomgyu, 9 mins ago are u feeling better now?

bc, shit y/n 🫠 me next???

"Hm? Did someone text you?" Taehyun groans, but he starts kisses up and down your spine.

"Hm?" You feign to be oblivious. "Nah, no one, babe. You good for one more?"

You were amused for sure. These two have always thought with their dicks as long as you've known them. And who were you to refuse? Maybe Taehyun isn't gonna be your only source of relief.

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[adverbally]

Baby, Please Come Home

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt “together” and the @steddiemas prompt “surprise” | wc: 955 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: future fic, established relationship, alone at Christmas, angst with a happy ending | dividers by @popmilky

“All the flights out are grounded and they’re rerouting everyone coming in. We’re just hoping they can get us in a hotel for the night, otherwise we’re sleeping on the floor of the terminal.”

Eddie sounds so far away through the telephone line. He’s with the rest of Corroded Coffin in New York City, where they’re apparently stuck in the blizzard of the century. The airport is completely shut down, just in time for the Christmas travel season.

“How long do they think it’ll take for the storm to pass?” Steve asks, biting at the cuticle of his thumb. He paces back and forth in front of the phone to work off his nervous energy. It might actually be making him feel worse, moving so much but not getting anywhere, but he can’t just sit here.

Eddie sighs. “No clue. But with how many flights need to be rescheduled, it might be a couple days before I can get home.”

Today is December 23rd, which means— “You won’t be here for Christmas,” Steve realizes.

He hasn’t had a Christmas without Eddie in eight years. Even when they were just friends, they spent the holiday together while Wayne was at work and the Harringtons were in Europe somewhere. Then there were Christmases in their first apartment in Chicago, on the road with Corroded Coffin, even a memorable tropical getaway where their drinks were garnished with Santa hats.

Steve won’t get any of that this year. It was supposed to be a quiet holiday, just the two of them. Now he’ll be alone.

Eddie has clearly come to the same conclusion. “I’m sorry, baby. I’d rent a car and start driving right this second if the roads were clear.”

“It’s not your fault.” He tries hard to keep his voice level and hide any evidence of the tears he wipes from his cheeks. “We’ll celebrate when you get back. Stay safe and say hi to the boys for me.”

Eddie’s voice goes soft. “Okay, sweetheart. I love you. See you soon.”

“Love you,” Steve manages to croak before the line goes dead.

The dial tone seems to echo in the empty apartment for hours.

Christmas Eve passes achingly slowly. Steve spends half the day on the phone, catching up with Dustin visiting his mom back in Hawkins and Robin and Nancy who are snowed in at home in Boston. He waits for Eddie to call, too, maybe with some sort of update on their flight situation.

Eddie doesn’t call.

He stares out the window of their apartment and watches the snow piling up outside. It’s nothing compared to what’s bombarding the east coast, but Steve has always liked the snow. A fresh blanket of white, covering the dirty pavement and muddy slush in the streets with something beautiful. He wishes Eddie were here, complaining about the cold and the ankles of his pants getting wet. Even better, snuggling up with Steve on the couch to watch It’s a Wonderful Life, just like they do every year.

Steve doesn’t try to watch it alone. Instead, he chokes down a frozen dinner and goes to bed at six o’clock so he can have a few hours where he doesn’t have to think about how much he misses Eddie.

It’s very late– or maybe very early– when Steve wakes up to the bed shifting beneath him.

In the dull blue light of the pre-dawn hours, he can only make out shapes. A dark silhouette with messy hair on Eddie’s side of the bed, looking just like Eddie does when he sits to unlace his boots.

Steve thinks he might choke on the wave of emotion that rises in his throat. It’s Eddie, undeniably. He can tell from the exhaustion in his shoulders and his quiet mumbles of frustration when he can’t undo the knot in his shoelaces.

Without thinking, Steve reaches out a hand to settle at the small of Eddie’s back.

Eddie looks at him over his shoulder, an apologetic grimace on his face. “Sorry, I was trying not to wake you up.”

“You—” Steve can barely get a word out before his vision starts to blur and his chest gets tight. The tears he hadn’t let himself shed all day are hitting him hard now, like the shock of Eddie making it home knocked them loose.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry.” Eddie shifts until he’s lying next to Steve, still wearing his jeans and an old henley of Steve’s. He smells like recycled plane air.

Steve doesn’t hesitate to roll into Eddie’s waiting arms. He needs the comfort, the reassurance that Eddie is real and solid and here. “I can’t believe you made it,” he mumbles into Eddie’s shirt.

“Me neither,” Eddie sighs. Already, his fingers are combing through Steve’s hair, trying to soothe both of them at once. “A seat opened up at the very last minute. I didn’t even have a chance to call and tell you I was leaving.”

“Remind me to be mad about that later.” He can feel Eddie’s quiet laugh rumbling through his chest. Steve smiles along with him. “God, I missed you.”

Eddie kisses his temple. “I’m taking you with me next time, I don’t care if it’s only for two shows.”

“Sounds good.”

“And no more holiday concerts.”

“Nuh-uh.” It comes out a little slurred, Steve’s voice feeling as heavy as his eyelids now that he’s comfortable and Eddie is with him.

Eddie is still stroking his hair in long, slow movements. “Go back to sleep, honey. I’ll still be here in the morning.”

Steve hums in agreement. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Just before Steve drifts off, he thinks that Eddie might be the best Christmas gift he’s ever gotten.

[miley1442111]

the problem with arguing

a/n: Hi, this is my first story, any constructive criticism is welcomed. This had not been properly edited nor read through because icba lmao :) also I wrote it for a fem!reader but I don't think there's much mention other than Jack calling reader 'mom' so... yeah :)

pairings: aaron hotchner x reader, platonic BAUteam x reader, motherly(If that's a word?)reader x teen!jack hotchner

summary: aaron and you are in a fight, but what happens when a meeting with a witness goes south?

warnings: criminal minds levels of violence, angst, fluff, couple fighting, reader in distress, reader getting injured, mentions of knives, mentions of being stabbed, mentions of being tied up, mentions of hospitals, mentions of killing, mentions of general injury, mentions of guns/shooting, minimal use of y/n.

1.6k + words.

“We’re here, we’ll update you if anything comes of it,” Morgan promises Hotch over the phone as we walk to the front porch of one of our witnesses. Something about his story is messed up and we were the unlucky ones who had to go talk to him. It’s a pretty house I guess, a little expensive for what a 26 year old man could afford, and what he would want to buy. It’s all fifties style, the entire estate is. Big-enough bungalows with pastel walls and inviting doors with a small porch, just enough for the entry-way and a chair. I knock on the door, exhausted from the past 72 hours. Aaron and I got in a fight before we got to Ohio, it was unnecessary, but we fought all the same. He was mad at me for giving Jack advice that led to a fight between them. I just wanted to kiss and make up 3 days ago but he won’t budge. Maybe it’s because he knows I’m right and doesn’t want to confront it or maybe it’s because I took it too far and overstepped. Jack calls me ‘mom’, I live with him, and Jack came to me for support, he wanted guidance and I gave him it. He was mad at his dad because he missed meeting his girlfriend. His girlfriend, Ava, was a lovely girl, I had been the one there when Jack brought her over for dinner, I was the one trying to suss out if they actually liked each other, and I was the one Jack sat down with for 2 hours after and told everything about her to. All because Aaron was too busy with paperwork in his study. Jack was hurt, which is difficult to do because he’s such an understanding 16 year-old boy. It was also hard because I saw both sides. I’ll be the first to admit that what Aaron did was wrong, but our job is hard and demanding, especially his since he’s the leader of our team… But Jack just wanted 2 hours of his time, not even, just a dinner. A dinner to meet his girlfriend, and Aaron still couldn’t make it. 

I knock again as I huff. 

“Everything alright?” Morgan asks, the regular playful glint in his eye. 

“Tired, mad, over this job. You?” I sigh. 

“Sounds about right,” He chuckles. “How’s Jack doing?” 

A smile spreads across my face. “He has a girlfriend,” Morgan’s face lights up in a smile. 

“My man,” He smirks and I chuckle. “You two met her yet?” 

My face drops again. “I have, Aaron… couldn’t make it to the dinner though. She’s lovely, perfect for Jack. It's so funny, it’s just opposites attract. Jack is so sporty and outspoken and she’s one of the quieter, more into her studies kind of person.” 

The door swings open and we’re met with David, our witness. 

“You two know what time it is?” He yawns. 

“Oh trust us, we know,” Morgan sighs. “Can we ask you a few more questions?” 

“It’s 10pm at night? Can’t this wait ‘till the morning?”

“It’ll only take a few minutes,” I reassure. 

He looks between us for a moment, then sighs. “Quickly.”

We walk inside and are immediately hit with an awful smell. I know that smell. That’s when I see it, a body.

And that’s when it all goes black. 

I wake up in a new room, tied to a chair. I don’t see Derrick anywhere. I don’t see David anywhere. I’m all alone in this grey room. I don’t see a door but I notice a camera, and a screen in front of me. I see Penelope on the screen, then a sign above it with “Don’t make noise” scribbled. I look to my left and see a plastic window, I see Morgan through it, tied up too. He sees me. 

“Y/n? Y/n?! Where are you?” Penelope squeals. I shake my head and she picks up her phone and tries calling mine, it rings and I feel something go into my side. I scream out in pain as I see the blood start trickling out of me. Penelope drops her phone, then picks it up, dialling someone else’s number. 

I get switched to a joint call with Penelope, and the rest of the team, excluding Aaron. 

“Y/n?” Spencer asks and I nod, sobbing in pain. Spencer runs off-screen, leaving Jj and Emily to stare in horror at me.

Spencer comes back with Aaron and we make eye-contact through the screen, and he starts breaking. He’s shouting orders at the policemen in the precinct, he’s shouting orders at the team, and he’s trying not to cry. I know that. I also know I’m the only one who knows that. He hides it pretty well but not from me, not after all of our years together. His eyes squint, his eyebrows furrow more than usual, he starts biting at the skin around his nails. 

“We’re coming to find you. We will find you,” he promises me. I nod slowly as the pain in my side becomes unbearable as the knife is pulled out. 

“Is Morgan with you?” Emily asks and I nod as I bite my lip until it bleeds to stop myself from making too much noise. 

“Is he in the room with you?” Spencer asks. 

I shake my head no. After what feels like an eternity of yes or no questions, they think they’ve located us.I hear banging on the door and then it opens. Spencer is standing there with an entire Swat team behind him. I shake my head to tell them to not make noise but they talk anyway and another knife is put into my leg, I don’t have the strength to stay quiet this time and another finds its way into my arm. I pass out. 

I wake up in a hospital bed, an IV in my arm, Aaron on one side and Jack on the other. Aaron’s asleep in a chair on my left, I grimace, knowing his back will hurt. 

“Mom?!” Jack exclaims as he sees me open my eyes. “Mom!” His eyes fill with tears as he gets up and wraps his arms around me on the bed. 

“Jack,” I sigh in relief. 

“You’re okay! You’re awake!” He smiles brightly, happy that I’m alive. 

Aaron wakes up from the commotion and rushes to my side. “Honey?” He takes my hand and squeezes. “You’re okay.”

I smile at both of them. 

“I’ll go get the doctor,” Jack smiles and he rushes off to find a doctor. 

“Honey I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” He starts but I cut him off. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he sighs, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Don’t go all soft now Aaron,” I joke. 

“You make me soft,” He smiles and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. 

Jack comes back in with a doctor. She tells me that I lost a lot of blood and that I will be out of the field for a few months, with 2 weeks of mandatory bedrest, then 4 weeks of physical therapy. 

The next day, the team come in to visit. 

“Hey,” Spencer smiles, walking in first. I’ve always been close to Spencer, he’s always felt like a little brother to me. 

“Hey,” I smile and wince when I hug him, but I know it’s worth it. The rest of the team filter in, smiles on their faces.“So what happened after I went out?”

“Well, they got me, no injuries apart from a concussion,” Morgan says. 

“We got the guy-” Emily starts.

“Aaron got the guy,” Spencer interrupts. “He saw him and just shot him-”

“And then he beat the crap out of him,” Jj says. “It was pretty intense.”

I nod along as they tell me the story, and then we just talk about whatever until Aaron comes in and says visiting hours are over. Spencer leaves me a few more books to read and Jj brings Jack to Ava’s house for the night. Aaron walks in with my dinner on a tray. 

“Hungry?” He smiles. 

“You shot someone for me?” I ask as he places my tray down.

“Yes.”

I roll my eyes and smile at him. “Is he alive?”

“No.” 

My face drops. “Oh.” 

“It was the combined bleeding and head trauma that killed him.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I did.” 

I look at my food. “I understand you wanted to protect me-”

“I did that because he doesn’t get to live after doing this to you. Honey, you and Jack are the most important people in my life and I would do anything if it meant that you were safe and sound. Do you want to know how it felt to have what could’ve been my last words to you be ‘stop bothering me’? I was an asshole to you over the Jack situation because I knew you were right. I knew it wasn’t fair to not go to dinner when I was in the house. I knew it was important and it just felt too real. It felt like he was growing up and I just couldn’t take it because I missed so much of his childhood! So I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry that I said everything I said and did what I did, but I am not sorry about hurting that fucking monster,” He takes a deep breath. “Now eat up, it’ll go cold.”

“I love you Aaron, it’s ok. It wasn’t your fault, being a parents is hard.” 

His eyes fill with tears and he looks at me like an injured puppy. 

“Come here,” I smile and move over, allowing room for him to sit with me. He climbs into bed beside me and wraps his arms around me, being careful of my wounds. 

“I love you,” he whispers as I slowly eat my food. 

“I love you too.”

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Heart-Stopping

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Surgeon!Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Summary: After a ten-hour surgery, all you want to do is go home and be with your husband. When he comes into the ER needing surgery, your entire world is turned upside down.

Square Filled: "Oh, don't worry, this blood isn't mine." (2022) for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

You trudge out of the OR into the scrub room to clean your hands and arms. The surgery you were just in lasted an atrocious ten hours. You’ve gone for more, but this was so tough since the patient’s heart kept arresting and her blood vessels were so friable that it was hard to do any kind of stitches. Still, you managed to get her fixed and stable enough to be transferred to the ICU.

All you want to do is go home to your husband and cuddle until you fall asleep in his arms. He understands your job and how you can’t always be home with him. He’s in the FBI so he has the same demand even if he’s doing work that’s completely different. The reason your marriage works is that you two make it a point to call each other every day, plan an at-home date every week, a date anywhere that’s not your house every month, and have a small vacation every six months.

He’s your rock and you don’t know what you’d do without him in your life. He’s your biggest supporter and the love of your life.

You’re scrubbing away the sweat and grime from your hands when your pager goes off. You grab a microfiber towel and dry your hands before checking the pager. 911 ER. You toss the towel away and run out of the room hoping you can get to the ER in time. There is a patient who needs your attention and might die if you’re not there. It amazes you that you have so much energy after a surgery like that and maybe it’s because of the silent promise of saving as many people as you can.

You push the double doors open that lead into the ER and look around to see if you can spot the patient that needs you.

“Dr. Y/N! I need you to know that everything is okay…”

You can’t hear anything your resident says because all you’re focused on is your husband lying on a stretcher covered in blood. Your entire world comes crashing to a stop. You’re a very skilled heart doctor but it feels like your own heart is going to stop at the thought of your life without Spencer in it. His coworkers, Derek and Emily, are by his side without blood on their clothes.

“Y/N!” Derek grabs your shoulders and snaps you out of the silent panic you’re in. “He’s okay, I promise he’ll be fine.”

“What happened? Spencer!”

You rush over to him, and he grabs your hand gently.

“Oh, don’t worry, this blood isn’t mine,” he mumbles.

“What happened?” you ask Derek and Emily.

“There was an accident. He tried to save our victim and got caught in the crossfire. She’s right behind him.”

“Y/N, we’ll take care of him.”

You turn to see your chief of surgery and your best friend who has a determined yet empathetic look on his face. You can’t take care of your husband because he’s your husband so the only person you trust to take care of him is the chief.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Don’t let him die, please.”

“We go it. Go to Trauma One!”

Spencer is wheeled to the first trauma room just as the victim comes in right behind him. She, you can help. Spencer is wheeled into surgery to fix an injury on his leg while the general surgeon and neurosurgeon take the victim to surgery. If there is anything to be done on her heart, they’ll call you in. You’re stuck thinking about Spencer instead of being in surgery to take your mind off it. You leave Trauma Two and walk over to Emily and Derek who are talking to each other.

“What happened to him?”

“There was a car accident, the car the victim was in. They skidded on a patch of ice and the car slammed into a tree, ejecting the victim out of the windshield. Spencer was the first to her which is how he got all of her blood on him. Another car came around the corner and didn’t see the crashed vehicle, and they collided with it, sending shrapnel into Spencer’s leg. He lost a lot of blood on the way over here.”

“Shit,” you whisper with tears in your eyes.

“He’s going to be okay. You have a talented team of doctors here.”

“I know,” you nod.

There is no choice but to wait for Spencer to get out of surgery. When he is, they take him to a private room where you can sit with him. It takes twenty minutes for him to come out of the anesthesia, but he’s still pretty loopy from it.

“Hey, baby, how are you doing?”

You take out your stethoscope and check his heart and lungs, relief clouding your head when you don’t hear anything bad about it.

“Doctor… I need… I need some… some flowers.”

“Flowers? For what?”

“My wife. Her birthday is this weekend, and I want to get her flowers.”

Your heart swells happily at his little confession. He knows how much you love getting flowers. They brighten up even the darkest of places.

“It’s very important, please.” He rolls his head to the side and looks at you through hooded eyes. He doesn’t seem to recognize it’s his wife right in front of him. “I need you… Can you write her a card for me?”

“What do you want it to say?”

“I love her. Her eyes are pretty. She makes me so happy. Just say that.”

“Okay,” you grin with tears in your eyes.

Spencer’s eyes close and you sit next to his bed. You grab his hand and kiss the back of it, content with staying just like this until he wakes up.

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Hi pls could u request a dad Lando fic where Lila is about 17/18 and she gets a pregnancy scare (she's not actually preggo obvi 😭) but she goes to her mum about it cuz she's so scared on what to do and Lando overhears but they're both rlly supportive in case it does come back positive and when it turns out to be negative they're relieved but then he goes full dad mode if u get what I mean 😂 have a grt day hope ur doing alright 🫶

Waiting Game

Part 2 ; Part 3

Summary— Lila worries she messed up big time, but when it’s a false alarm she gets another ‘talk’

Warnings— teen pregnancy scare

A/N— I have more in the works 🫶🏻

Dad Lando List

Lila was a good kid, always had good grades, no bad influences. Lando never worried about her well being if she went out to party and such, but what did worry him was Carlo.

Yes, Lila and Carlo had been dating for almost 3 years, but he hated the fact they were. Don’t get him wrong, amazing kid, great even, but Lando knows too much for his own good about teenagers and relationships.

He brought these worries up to his wife when it all started, walking in the two making out, but she blew him off with a, “They’re just kids Lando, bring this up in a few years and I’ll agree.” Well. The timer ran out and he overheard the two talking.

He could tell Lila was anxious, nervous, and scared. All by her tone of voice and stuttering. “Mum, I-I’m scared.” She started off with. Her mum was now concerned, what could be worrying Lila?

“What’s the matter sweetheart?” Maybe Carlo broke her heart, maybe she was just having a rough time with Lando being away while she hits milestones and such. Her mum couldn’t tell.

“Well, I talked with Carlo already and he told me not to worry but-“ Lila was cut off by Lando’s entrance, his worried manner appeared smiley and normal dad Lando.

“Hey my sweetheart.” He said, kissing her head. She shot him a nervous smile and he could see her tapping her fingers like he taught her when she got anxious. “Is something wrong?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing while he looked to his wife.

Lila hesitated and let out a quiet whine before blurting, “I think I’m pregnant.” She gasped at her own words and covered her mouth. Tears started forming and Lando immediately pulled her into a hug. “I haven’t taken a test, but I’m late and I-“

“Shh, it’s okay Lila.” Lando cooed looking to his wife. She got the message and walked to her bathroom. Not that her and Lando were trying, but she had pregnancy tests on hand in case. “Whatever happens, we’ll be right here with you.” He assured her they would not shut her out for a mistake.

Lila wiped her tears, trying to hide the emotions from her dad as he let her loose. “Please don’t kill him, it was an accident.” She whispered. Lando couldn’t give two shits about Carlo right now, not when his daughter needs him.

“Here sweetheart, me and your dad are going to talk for a little, we aren’t going anywhere okay?” Her mum returned with the test and Lila nodded, hurrying to the bathroom. She looked to Lando and sighed. “She is almost 18 Lan.”

Lando didn’t know how to respond, Lila would have her world turned upside down is she was pregnant. Her scholarships, her career, all of that required her full attention. “She’ll be okay my love.” He nodded and hugged his wife. “Whatever the test says is okay, she’ll have us either way.”

Lila followed the instructions and took deep breaths as the test lines faded into appearance. Not pregnant. She took another deep sigh and immediately told Carlo. She returned to her parents and showed them the negative test.

Lando likes trying to lighten the mood, maybe not in the best ways but he said, “I think I see a second line there.” He smiled big and Lila’s eyes nearly popped out her head. She looked back at the test.

“He’s joking.” Her mum said, hugging her teenager. “Now, we need to talk about using protection.” Lando’s smile faded and he crossed his arms. Why wasn’t this even a scare?

“Why was this even possible?” He asked. Not that he had the talk with her, but he knew his wife surely did. “Condoms, is she on birth control?” Lando asked. His wife shook her head and Lila took the reprimands.

“Lila we talked about this, we can get you on birth control, but for the time being.” Her mum added, looking to Lando. “We can buy condoms or give you money to buy them, but we want you to be safe.”

Lando doesn’t want her sexually active at all, but that’s just his fatherly instinct. “He should be buying them.” He mumbled. “Besides the point, you can do what you want, as long as you are safe while doing it.” He said.

“It was a one time thing, we weren’t thinking right, but I think he’s more scared than I was.” Lila said. “You might get a call from Carlos.” Lando sighed. Of course Carlo would go running to daddy if his girlfriend had a pregnancy scare.

“If Carlos calls me freaking out, can we prank him?” Lando asked his wife like a giddy child. His wife rolled her eyes and Lila loved the idea. Carlos ended up not calling and Lando was bummed he couldn’t prank his best friend.

Why wouldn’t Lando want to prank Carlos 😭

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Aspec analysis of Sam&Max

I often see posts about characters that could be read as aspec even if it’s not the writers’ intention. I often make posts about Sam and Max being incredibly aspec but never a full analysis. Well, how about we make the long Sam and Max aspec post today.

For those unfamiliar, Sam&Max is a comedic franchise of a detective duo, both absolutely insane. Sam, the dog, appears to be more normal and tends to be the voice of reason, but he has a casual insanity to him. Max, the rabbit, is just insane without hiding any insanity. The two of them solve strange cases that nobody normal would ever try or would be able to solve. The franchise has comics, a TV show, a lucasart game, three seasons of telltale games (now completely remastered) and a VR game. They are included in two poker games too.

Sam and Max is a comedic franchise, it relies on humor more than anything else, but the heart of the series relies on the relationship of the duo. Despite it all, it is stated and shown again and again that the one thing Sam and Max care about and take somewhat seriously is their relationship. The two of them have been friends since they were kids and have never been apart ever since.

Let’s start with the obvious: Are Sam and Max gay? Short answer: yes. Long answer: I made a whole video about why yes, they are.

‘I thought this post was about them being aspec?’ Good news, aroallos and aceallos exist! You can be aroace and gay too! Amazing, I know. I am here to talk about how Sam and Max are both.

Sam and Max have a very unconventional relationship that breaks a lot amatonormative and hetenormative expectations. Let’s focus first on the idea that the duo are best friends first, then we’ll talk about them being a couple.

Like I said before, Sam and Max have been friends since they were kids. Ever since then, their friendship has always been their most important relationship. Sam has been implied to have dated before, but those relationships never really went anywhere and were never truly his focus, living crazy adventures with Max is what he seems to truly find entertaining.

Max is gay, often forgets he is gay and Sam has to remind him. The writers are always however not very willing to imply he has been in relationships with men before, maybe one time for a little joke, but unfortunately this being a bit of an old franchise means you’re not getting the best handling of a gay character (that they don’t even want to admit IS gay at all). While I do think Max probably has flirted with men, maybe dated one or two, Max is even less interested in dating than Sam is.

It is very obvious as to why that is because it is very easy to read Max as aromantic.

Out of the two of them, Max is the one that talks about his annoyance and disgust of romance in general the most. Sam has definitely made his share of comments, which makes it a possibility that he might be in the aro spectrum too.

There is a valentine’s day episode on the cartoon, and Sam and Max absolutely DESPISE valentine’s day, it is the running joke of the episode, they just can not stand it.

Sam’s distaste is more casual, but Max’s is complete repulsion to it. He panics, he screams, he throws up. They were not kidding about romance repulsion with this guy.

Throughout the franchise, Max makes comments from time to time about his distaste for romance, claiming he doesn’t see a difference between horror and romance, calling love ‘icky’, etc. I will go back to that last point later, but let’s focus on Sam now.

As I said before, Sam has been stated to have tried to date before, but it never goes right for him. Romance is not a focus on the franchise, it is often that a duo of cartoon characters will lead to one of them getting a love interest, but aside from one random valentine’s day drawing from the creator of the show, Sam and Max have never really had any love interest in their stories (aside from each other lol)

It’s sadly clear why they wouldn’t try a love interest for Max, but if Sam was in any other franchise he would have a love interest. Thankfully, he is Sam from Sam&Max, so he doesn’t.

Sam has made comments about trying to date, but it never really goes anywhere because frankly, it’s not like the guy is making any effort. Sam goes through strange cases every week of his life, his work is his life and that’s because his work is pretty much just spending his time with Max making each other laugh. Sam doesn’t want to change his life whatsoever, I really do not think he would be happy if he did, he has stated that before. Sam just seems overall very disinterest in romance, I don’t think he finds it disgusting, maybe unappealing, but I think mostly he finds it BORING.

The closest to Sam being in a relationship with someone that isn’t Max is with the random dog lady the creator drew a second time, where she joins BOTH Sam and Max’s families for Thanksgiving. Basically if Sam were ever in a relationship, it would only work if Max is included.

We are still talking about the best friend context, so let’s analyze that. The writers’ are never going to actually make Sam and Max a canon couple. However, even if Sam and Max are best friends and nothing else, they ALWAYS remain as each other’s main priority. Sam cares more about his friendship with Max than any other possible relationship, Max cares about his friendship with Sam more than any other crazy adventure. They would ALWAYS choose each other before anything else, before a possible love interest, before personal gain, before their own lives, before ANYTHING. We even see a future version of them once, and they still stay together until their last years alive.

I don’t think people realize that all of this is not just ‘power of friendship’, this genuinely is challenging amatonormativity and hetenormativity. This is looking at the idea that your priority should always be to get married to the opposite gender and have kids, and instead deciding ‘actually, my best friend is more important, im going to spend my life with him’. Even if you see Sam and Max as best friends and not a couple, that’s still confronting heteronormative and amatonormative expectations. Sam and Max is inherently just not cishetallo media. (Wait it’s not cis either? Have you look at Max, do you think he wouldn’t use every pronoun? Also Sam is a trans man, he told me.)

However, the devs also don’t want to discourage fans from seeing the duo as a couple. Because of this, when the question has been asked, we receive some really good answers. My favorites are the ones that describe their relationship as being beyond the concepts of dating and relationships. Which um… I don’t think they realize that with that answer you are making them gay AND aspec.

Sam and Max being in a committed relationship with each other, without any label to describe it, with both of them being either very disgusted by romance or very disinterested in it, while at the same time also being very gay and very bi respectively… You are writing aroallo characters, you know that, right?

There is also an asexual reading to the characters. One of the primordial rules of the series, stated by the creator in the series bible, is that Sam and Max do NOT care if someone is attractive. A pretty face will not work on them. When Steve Purcell decided it would not be funny if the duo went cartoon crazy stupid for pretty ladies and instead it would be way funnier that they did not give a crap he 1) Made the best funniest decision I’ve ever seen in a cartoon franchise and 2) Accidentally made the characters even more aspec.

I don’t think I need to explain why Sam and Max not actually caring about someone being attractive works very well through an asexual analysis.

Max hates the idea of being held, or his hands being held, etc. Just get away from him. Not a big fan of kisses either

Sam is the one exception however, he usually is with everything.

I like giving Sam the ace headcanon just cause in Poker Night 2 his card is the Ace, and because I like the aroallo and aceallo duo concept. Aside from the series bible, the only other proof Sam can be read as ace is that in one easy to miss dialogue from season 3 episode 4 of the telltale games, where Max says that Sam has told him making babies is ‘icky and expensive’ before, which is funny but also I know what you are Sam.

Now, when it comes to seeing Sam and Max as a couple, that’s just how I’ve always seen the characters. Sam and Max are definitely dating, well actually, they have gotten married a few times. Believe it or not, this does not eliminate their aspec reading, I think people forget about the ‘aspec can date’ when it comes to characters that have not been confirmed to be aspec on twitter, aspec interpretations of married characters would kill them.

But Sam and Max’s relationship is unconventional, they aren’t all lovey dovey, they aren’t romantic. They’re two insane grown men that showcase their love and care for each other by being funny together and almost dying in insane adventures. I always joke that if relationships in media were written like Sam and Max’s I would actually not mind romantic sideplots, but I guess I’m just asking to make everyone aromantic.

But speaking of love… I do have one last interpretation for one of them. As a loveless aro myself, it is very easy for me to see Max a loveless aro, hell, Sam can be a bit on the spectrum too.

Even if it’s played as a joke, Max is often demonized for his ‘lack of care for others’ and for some of his very clear neurodivergency. Don’t get me wrong, both Sam and Max are jerks and can do terrible things, but Max having low empathy or not expressing his care for others the same way as everyone does not make him a bad person. I’m not saying every loveless person is loveless because of low empathy or neurodivergency, but sometimes these topics do intertwine, I myself am neurodivergent and loveless, and I like analyzing this theme through Max.

Max can be seen as uncaring by everyone, even to himself, to the point that, without getting into spoilers, he believes his own life isn’t really worth it. It is only when he saves another person’s life that his brain believes his life is ‘worth saving’. His brain really believed that because he doesn’t show his care for others like everyone else then it must mean there is something wrong with him, and only through an extreme life or death scenario he can proof to himself that that’s not the case.

I know the demonization of your own lovelessness way too well, and Max showcases some signs that the way people view him does actually affect him. Him thinking so little of himself IS a problem, not a joke and not a ‘he learned how to love!’ character arc. You know why? Because at no moment Sam thinks his life is not worth saving.

He already knows Max cares, he doesn’t have to be like everyone else. He doesn’t need to love like everyone else, he doesn’t have to be affectionate like everyone else, Sam likes him either way. This reading of the character makes me so emotional I want to explode.

As silly as it might sound, Sam and Max have been a great source of comfort for a lot of people in the lgbtqia+ community. I have seen plenty of people talk about how these two characters being gay means to them, so I wanted to also be thankful through an aspec perspective. I have said this before, but Max himself is the reason why I started using the aro label for myself, because he WAS the first romance repulsed character that felt genuine that I had ever seen. I gave him the aro headcanon, projected a lot and decided to use the label myself.

I often see characters that are widely headcanoned as aspec, but I barely see Sam and Max included in that, so I thought it would be neat to write a long essay analyzing the franchise through aspec lenses. Thanks for reading everyone :)

[chloe-skywalker]

One & Only - Peter Pan

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,781

Requested:Can I request a Peter Pan OUAT imagine? Reader has been the only girl on the island for a while and is very cold to her the moment she sees her. She goes ballistic in the middle of the camp when she sees Pan kiss Wendy on the beach or something. A few of the lost boys try to calm Y/N down before she hucks a drinking glass at a tree and yells, "THAT STUPID FUCKING BLONDE BITCH!!" And runs to her treehouse. Felix knows about her feelings for Pan but swore he'd never tell anyone. When Pan gets back he can hear Y/N crying in her treehouse and goes "Which one of you did it?!" Not realizing that it was him because he didn't know she was anywhere on the beach. - @anon

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I did change some things minorly but not much. I enjoyed writing for Once Upon A Time again. Especially for Peter Pan.

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“Y/n” Felix greeted as the y/h/c-ed girl walked over to him.

“Felix.” Y/n smiled, greeting back the tall boy. Y/n nodds towards the new boys. “How are they doing?”

“Not bad for newbies.” Felix shrugged his shoulders. Y/n and Felix were just 2 of the ones that helped train, but not always.

“Maybe we’ll have to toughen the training.” Y/n scanned the group of new lost boys.

“I believe you're right.” Felix agreed as he noticed a few mistakes the boys were making that he was sure she did as well.

“Have you seen Pan?” Y/n asked, looking around and not seeing the boy in green anywhere.

Felix shakes his head with squinted eyes. “Not since earlier. Have you tried his thinking tree?”

Y/n shook her head ‘no’ and let out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, he wasn’t there.”

Felix nudged her before saying. “He’ll come around sooner or later.”

Felix knew Y/n has had feelings for Peter for a long time. But he’d never say anything unless they were alone, because even though some of the lost boys were pretty sure Y/n and Peter had mutual feelings for eachother it wasn’t their place to say.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded looking around making sure there wasn’t anything for her to do before telling Felix. “I’m gonna go down to the beach, I’ll be back later.”

Felix nodded watching her as she left knowing that the beach was her thinking place. Before turning his attention back on the boys.

So Y/n went walking her normal route down to the beach. When she got to where the trees end right before the beach Y/n stopped. She saw Peter standing there on the beach, but he wasn’t alone. He was with Wendy Darling. A girl that the shadow brought but she wasn’t lost, she didn’t belong on Neverland.

But what really shocked her was what happened next. Peter pulled Wendy into a heated kiss. Y/n instantly reached up to cover her mouth, out of shock and to keep her gasp from being heard. Y/n had to turn around and she ran back to camp not wanting to watch it any longer. As she ran back to camp Y/n could feel tears welling up but she wouldn’t let them fall. Not yet.

Once she got back to camp she picked up and threw a drinking glass that was nearby against a tree. Watching it shatter. The lost boys noticed her distress, so two of the older ones, Felix and Devin went over to Y/n. Being two that are very close to the lost girl.

“Hey. hey Y/n.” Felix reached out to her laying a hand on her shoulder guiding her to the edge of camp so no one could eavesdrop. “Hey, what happened?” he asked with worried eyes.

Y/n shook her head not wanting to look at them and possibly break in front of them.

“Y/n please. Tell us what happened?” Devan pleaded, not liking to see her this way. Like she was gonna either murder someone or break down crying.

Y/n could barely even glance at them. So Felix tried again.

“Y/n/n.” Felix called her name again and this time get’s her attention. Once Y/n finally looked at him he asked her. “What happened?”

“I went down to the beach, and I saw him kissing that little Darling bitch!” Y/n told them with a low angry voice. But Felix and Devan could tell she was more hurt than angry.

“He what?” Devan asked with raised brows in shock, looking towards Felix. The two thought Peter liked Y/n.

“He was kissing that bitch.” she repeated herself, this time though her words sink into her own mind and Y/n can’t help it when a tear falls.

The boys look at her with sympathy.

“Why don’t you go get some rest.” Felix wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her into his side. Trying his best to provide her with comfort. 

“Yeah” Y/n sighed defeated, before heading back to her own treehouse. The boys watched her walk off sadly.

Hours later Peter showed back up at camp after leaving Wendy back in her cage. He looked around and saw someone was missing.

“Where’s Y/n?” Pan asked after looking around the camp and he did not see her.

“Her treehouse.” Devan spoke up after silence was all Pan was met with. Obviously no one wanted to be the one to tell him about the day's events and only two knew the reason.

Once Peter nodded and left off to go see his lost girl Felix scoffed, pissed off.

“I wouldn’t have even gave him that much.” Felix grumbled pissed off at how his leader hurt his friend.

As Peter Pan got closer to Y/n’s very own treehouse he heard her crying. It made him stop in his tracks, and the longer he heard her cry the more enraged Pan got. So he headed back to the campsite.

“Which one of you did it?” Pan growled with anger in his eyes looking at every single lost boy.

“Did what?” Devan questioned why they were suddenly getting a look that could kill.

“Who made Y/n cry?” Peter elaborated with narrowed eyes.

“It wasn’t any of us.” Felix scoffed with his back facing Peter.

“What?” He raised a brow at his second in command.

Felix turned to face Pan with his own set of narrowed eyes. “It wasn’t any of us that made our lost girl cry. You did.”

Pan furrowed his brow in confusion. “I did?”

Felix wanted to speak his mind but also knew now wasn’t the time. “Have you forgotten that Neverland only has one lost girl?”

“Of course I haven’t.” Peter gave him an observed look. How could he possibly forget that.

“Well you could’ve fooled all of us, with how much time you’ve been spending with Wendy. You know the girl that doesn’t belong here!” Felix stood up to give Pan a piece of his mind, not all but a piece. He was pissed that Peter had been neglecting their lost girl in favor of a girl that shouldn’t even be on Neverland.

The two stood there for a few minutes as Felix watched Peter realize his mistakes and left to go console his lost girl. Felix sat down again and muttered under his breath. “I’d grovel if I were you.” Felix’s anger wasn’t going away anytime soon. Even if Y/n forgave him.

Once Peter reached the treehouse he could hear that Y/n’s sobs had died down so he approached the door.

“Y/n.” Peter called out after knocking. “Can I come in?”

There was a silent sound of a mumbled ‘yeah’ once he heard that Peter entered.

“Why are you asking? Isn’t it your island, you can do what you want?” Y/n said with a roll of her eyes from where she sat on her bed.

“It’s called respecting your privacy.” Pan says as he leaned to the side to see her face and he noted the tear stains on her cheeks.

“That's a new one.” She scoffed. Normally he just entered when he pleased.

“Please.” Peter said it in hopes of getting her to look at him.

“What do you want?” Y/n said, finally turning her head to look at Peter.

“I want to apologize.” Peter could now see clearly the tear tracks on her cheeks and her eyes were also red from crying.

“For what?” Her voice almost sounded like a whimper to Peter’s ears.

“For ignoring you and being to busy to give you my attention as of late. I’m sorry for neglecting you.” Peter aplogized as he moved into the space further and sat next to her.

“That's nice and apology expected.” Y/n gave him a small smile and a nod.

Peter smiled, letting out a relieved breath. “Good. I hated hearing you cry.”

“That’s not why I was crying.” Y/n looked back down at her hands in her lap, when she noticed he was looking at her confused Y/n let out an awkward laugh. “Don’t get me wrong it was part of it but not what set it off.”

Now he was concerned again. What hurt his lost girl? “What made you cry? What set it off?”

“Do you still love me?” Y/n asked meekly, honestly scared of his answer. Yes they told each other they love each other but they never put a label on what they were.

“Of course! You’re mine. You're my lost girl, my Y/n. Why would you ask that?” How could she think he didn’t love her anymore? How could she think he’d stop?

“If you feel that way then why were you kissing Wendy?” Y/n looked at him with wide teary eyes.

“What?” Pan furrowed his brow, caught off guard.

“I saw you. On the beach.” She mumbled looking back down to her lap once again. Y/n felt embarrassed at catching him and telling him about it.

“Love, it’s not like that. It’s the farest thing from love between me and Wendy.” Peter moved to kneel in front of her grabbing her hands in his tilting her chin up to look at him after a moment.

“Pirates were not far off the coast, my guess trying to spy. They're always looking for a weakness. I can’t have them try to hurt you.” Peter moved his hand from under her chin to cup her cheek before he continued to explain. “I wanted them to think I care about Wendy. If they try something I’d rather they think she’s the one with a place in my heart not you. Wendy’s expendable. You're not.”

“You’ve just been spending all your time with her since she got here.” She didn’t want to seem needy but she went from having Peter all to herself all the time to not even seeing him every couple days, sometimes not even talking.

“I need her and her brothers to do my bidding. That's all.” Peter tell’s her, brushing her hair back and scooted closer. “I’m sorry that I’ve neglected you. I promise that’ll change from this moment forward.”

“I hope so.” Y/n gave him a sad but hopefully smile.

“Hey, Peter Pan never fails.” Peter stated as he got up off the floor and sits back on her bed and lifted Y/n up and onto his lap.

“I hope it continues to stay that way.” Y/n smiled nuzzling into him extremely tired from crying and the emotional stress.

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