#I'm going to respond to the inbox in a moment. sorry for the long wait!!

[lovesick-joey]

starting off my return with kon-el!

[heart-ripping]

Office Kiss.

pairing: Regina Mills (The Evil Queen) X Reader

summary: you somehow end up kissing your ex-girlfriend in her office.

words: 539 words, 3045 characters.

warnings: exgirlfriend!regina, visitor!reader, kissing, no smut involved (my apologies), fluff.

hello babies, i couldn't resist myself pulling off a good oneshot of the infamous regina mills!

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Regina sat at her desk, surrounded by the usual chaos of a busy Monday morning. Her office was buzzing with activity, the sound of ringing phones and clacking keyboards a constant backdrop. She sipped her coffee, trying to summon the energy to dive into her overflowing inbox.

Just as she was about to open her first email, her friend and sheriff of the town, Emma, rushed over. "Regina, we have a new visitor in town this early morning. Can you show her around?"

Regina sighed but nodded. "Give me a moment."

A few minutes later, she stood in the lobby, waiting for the new arrival. She glanced at her watch, impatiently tapping her foot. The elevator doors opened, and out stepped a woman she never expected to see again: You, her ex-girlfriend.

Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. You looked as surprised as she felt. "Regina?" you inhaled, a mixture of shock and something else flickering in your eyes.

"You," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Memories of your time together flooded back, but she quickly pushed them aside. This was serious. She had to stay professional.

"I wasn't expecting to see you," you expressed, breaking the awkward silence.

"As do I," Regina responded, forcing a smile. "Let me show you around."

The two of you walked through her office, with Regina pointing out the different departments and introducing you to various colleagues. As you moved, the initial shock began to wear off, replaced by a strange sense of familiarity. Despite your past, you both slipped into an easy banter, reminiscing about old times and catching up on the years you had missed.

As you both reached her desk, Regina's phone rang. She picked it up, only to have the cord catch on a stack of papers, sending them tumbling to the floor. Slightly flustered, she bent down to pick them up, with you doing the same.

You both reached for the same paper, and suddenly, you were inches apart, your faces so close that she could feel your breath.

Time seemed to slow as you locked eyes. Without thinking, Regina leaned in, and before she knew it, your lips met in a soft, unexpected kiss. It lasted only a moment, but it was enough to bring back a rush of emotions she'd buried long ago.

You both pulled back, with Regina wide-eyed and breathless. "I'm sorry," Regina blinked, feeling her cheeks burn increasingly.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "No, it was my fault. I didn't mean to..."

Regina could only nod, avoiding eye-contact and attempting to compose herself. "We should go," she mumbled, her breath short. "This is complicated."

"Yeah," you agreed, a small smile playing on your lips. "But maybe it's a good kind of complicated?"

Regina didn't know what to say. She wasn't sure what this meant or where it would lead, but as she looked into your eyes, she felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this surprise reunion was the start of something new.

For the rest of the day, she couldn't help but steal glances at you, wondering what the future held. One thing was certain: life at the office was about to get a lot more interesting.

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[reactionimagesdaily]

REACTION IMAGES BLOG PATCH NOTES (aka the 10k follower celebrations got out of hand)

Hey everyone!

So it's been a hot minute since I announced that we passed 10,000 followers on here! I'm sure... well, I'm actually sure that most people won't be TOO fussed either way, but I did say I was gonna do some stuff, and I wanna stick to my word if nothing else xD

So! Let the celebrations begin! Firstly, I'm announcing a new QnA (I love those things) that'll last,,,, I'll say 2 weeks and go from there. Feel free to ask me about whatever you want!! If you want to cater to me specifically, my current big interests are Baldur's Gate 3, Cyberpunk 2077, Mass Effect, and uuuuh Halo. (Also Bionicle remains a constant.) (Lots of scifi videogame stuff at the moment...)

[IK there's still some stuff in the inbox I need to answer/respond to you - I promise I'll get to those as well <3 thank you so much for your patience, if you've been waiting]

Secondly, here's a new song cover! IDK how many of you have played the game Divinity: Original Sin 2, but here's me singing Lohse's song; Sing For Me.

Thirdly: here's a new gimmick blog! I Was Not Joking. (Though, for my sanity, it's gonna be weekly instead of daily.) I'll be posting the images I have saved in my folder called 'feral screenshots' - it'll basically be a collection of cursed images/images with strange auras. I wanna say y'all know the ones, but if you don't, then here's an example of what we're dealing with:

[Image ID: a person floating in a rubber ring in a swimming pool. On their head is what looks like a life-size Lego head.]

Introduciiiiing the Weekly Weird Images blog!

And Fourthly! It is my great pleasure to announce that we're adding alt text to all the images on this blog! Sorry it took so long to get round to T_T

And yes - I do mean we! To write out all the alt text for these images, I've on-boarded minion-in-chief/court jester aplomb @tizzytinkertilly! I (the reaction images guy) will still be handling every other part of the blog - she'll just be doing that bit. For the sake of my sanity xD

This is kind of a big change - both the addition of alt text, and the fact that this blog is no longer a single-person operation - so for the foreseeable future, the queue's been tweaked so that we only post 2 images a day instead of 4. (Fun fact! 2 images a day was the original MO of this blog, and then covid happened and I was like "I'll make it 4 a day because it'll be a nice thing to do for everyone while they're miserable in this pandemic :)" and then I never stopped (although you could argue that the pandemic never stopped either).) Maybe if/when we fall into a good routine and feel like we can do more, we can bump the rate of images back up, but right now this is a teething phase and I'm keen to slow things down for a little bit. :P (Tumblr has made some WEIRD mechanical choices for group blogs, I'll be honest.)

And, uh, yeah, that's all! Let the QnA begin- Hope y'all enjoy the song cover- Hope y'all enjoy the additional blog- A big welcome to Tinks and to alt text! Happy 10k followers, everybody!

[matchalattegreen]

childhood best friends to lovers with Darry?

Sorry it's taken me son long to get to this, it's been sitting in my inbox for a while but I hope you like it! I wasn't sure how you wanted me to write it but I've done a lot of headcanons in the past so I figured I'd do this one as an imagine, I hope you don't mind

Darry x Reader: Childhood Friends to Lovers

You had known Darry since Kindergarten. You can still remember first meeting him and his little voice that introduced himself to you, still pronouncing his r's as w's. He was the only person who you had stayed friends with since then. People always said that friends would come and go, and yes, that was true for most of them, but Darry was different.

When you two started high school you seemed to get even closer. Darry was by far your best friend out of anyone. He always talked to you, always spent time with you, and sometimes, he even acted a little protective of you.

But now you had started seeing an extra little spark in him; something that didn't seem to be there before. Maybe it was just because he was a great friend... or maybe you felt something else for him.

One chilly day Darry asked you to walk to his house with him after school. This was something the two of you did often, so you agreed. After the last bell of the school day had rung, you went to meet him outside of the school.

"Hey (Y/N)" he called out smiling.

"Oh there you are, Darry," you said, running to catch up with him. You stood right in front of him. It was a little awkward since he was so much taller than you, but neither of you minded. You looked up at Darry. He seemed a little different today. Almost like something was missing from him. You studied him carefully, trying to figure out what it was.

"Um... let's, uh, let's go, I guess," he stuttered. That was it! Darry didn't seem to be as confident as he usually was. This got you worried. Had something happened? Did he have bad news to tell you? Darry never lost his confidence unless it was an extreme circumstance. You began feeling nervous thinking about what it could be.

You and Darry walked along the sidewalk. The first minute or so, neither of you said a word. You wanted to wait until Darry spoke, but today he was quieter than ever. You finally couldn't stand it anymore and you decided to break the silence.

"So... anything happen today?" you asked casually.

Darry looked over at you and finally spoke. "Well, um, not really. How about you?" He seemed to stumble over his words a bit. He definitely wasn't himself today.

"Nope," you respond coolly. Darry nodded silently and the two of you continued to walk. Great, you thought. So this is how it's gonna be today, huh?

As if reading your thoughts, Darry suddenly spoke up in a rushed tone. "(Y/N), can I tell you something?"

This caught you slightly off guard. "Oh, ok."

"Well, um, well," he stuttered. He then took a pause, sighed, and regathered himself. "I just wanted to say that I know how long we've been friends, and I'm perfectly okay with staying that way. But, I just wanted to let you know that I... well I sort of like you. And not in just a 'friend' way."

A huge weight seemed to be lifted off his shoulders at that time. He glanced at you, expecting a response from you.

You looked back at him and couldn't help but smile. "Darry I'm really glad you said that. Because I think I've been feeling the same way."

His eyes seemed to light up in the moment. "What? Really?"

You grinned back at him. "Yeah."

His smile grew and his eyes seemed to gain back their confident spark that you knew so well. "You're not just saying that?"

You shook your head, still smiling. Darry let out a huge sigh of relief. "I'm so glad." He wrapped his arm around you the way that he did so often. "I'm sorry if it's too soon- and you can say no- but... would you want to date me?"

You grinned even wider at this. "Of course, Darry."

Darry's entire figure seemed to perk up with joy. He wrapped his other arm around you as well and pulled you into a tight hug. You had imagined this moment so many times before, but then you had been unsure if this was what you really wanted. But now, everything about this just felt perfect, and you knew that this was exactly what you wanted.

[rekikiri]

pynch thoughts pynch thoughts pynch thoughts as many as you like i just love them

omg this has been living in my inbox for so long, I'm sorry!!

here's some of my headcanons that are pynch/pynch adjacent.

chainsaw and opal LOVE adam. like Ronan is sometimes convinced they like Adam more than him, but that is just because Ronan liked Adam so much that his dream creatures have to as well.

Ronan is very tall but he still wants to be the one held most of the time. he loves being little spoon.

Ronan is OBSESSED with Adam's hands. he is always holding them, kissing them, etc. He wants Adam's hands touching him in some way or else he is looking at them instead.

back on the chainsaw thing! Adam always greets her with, "hey, girl" in a super gentle voice and she responds in a deep, "atom" every time and Ronan about DIES when he sees it for the first time.

Ronan also nearly dies whenever he sees Adam and Matt getting along. his (not so) little brother and his boyfriend getting along??? oh goodness that poor guy is going to combust

they kiss a lot. Adam likes to kiss Ronan's shoulder/neck and forehead, while Ronan likes to kiss Adam's hands and cheeks. both like to kiss each other on the lips tho ofc!!

only tangentially pynch but with blue/gansey getting together and ronan/adam getting together you would THINK that henry ends up feeling like a fifth wheel but you would be WRONG. at any given moment someone is a third/fifth wheel. also *cough cough* kinda on the polyam blue/gansey/henry train *cough cough*. but anyways, despite the relationships, sometimes the trio end up making Henry and blue feel like third wheels just because they have a weird separate bond that only those three can understand (it is called we have all been in love with each other at some point /j)

sexuality headcanon!!! bisexual adam and homoromantic demisexual ronan! (make your favs ace, I whisper to myself as I type this asdfsdkjg)

they have a very low-key wedding because they don't have a huge group of friends anyways, but they are VERY floral and pretty courtesy of Hennessy and Jordan (Declan officiates, I guarantee he would get ordained so he can marry off his brothers)

Ronan and Adam nearly fight over having gansey as their best men until blue bonked them both upside the head and told them to knock it off (adam won gansey btw)

hope these were worth the wait!! enjoy <3

[yui-onnero]

Sorry for the inconvenience, and I hope you’re doing well. My name is Lana, a former engineering student from Gaza🍉💔. My life was turned upside down when the war started, destroying my dreams and my home. I barely made it out from under the rubble, losing many loved ones, and my father was severely injured. He has always been my biggest supporter, and now he’s fighting for his life. I’m desperately trying to secure the treatment he needs.

I never imagined I’d have to ask for help, but time is running out, and my father’s condition is critical. I cannot afford the medical care he desperately requires. Please, I urge you to act quickly. Your donation could be the difference between life and death. Even a small amount, like $20, would make a huge difference. Please don’t underestimate the impact of your contribution, as every bit of help makes a real difference in these critical times.

Life is unpredictable—what you give today may come back to you tomorrow. Please, don’t wait. Help us now.🙏❤️

OMG!! I'm so sorry! As someone who's also suffering through their father needing severe medical care, I cannot express how desperately I wish to donate! I'd give you thousands of dollars if I had the money! Unfortunately, I physically can't because I'm still getting paid minimum wage with, again, my own father to support. I pray with all of my soul that you or someone is able to get him the treatment he needs! Please, be safe and I wish you the best in all that you embark on! Do you have a GoFundMe I can tag?

Found it! It's on CHUFFED:

Please, someone, donate! I cannot stress how much almost losing the figure, maybe only figure, in your life who's supported you through it all feels like, and I cannot sympathize with Lana more!!

Please, PLEASE, donate to help her and get her father the treatment he needs! I grew up/am poor, and I know how hard medical care can be to get, especially for my beloved father. And I know I couldn't deal with the loss of my father if he did pass, so I want NO ONE else to have to go through that. Countless nights at the hospital/elsewhere where your wondering if your father is still alive or not, knowing nothing about his condition at the moment except what they told you when you were there, if you were at all.

And it hurts.

It hurts the heart, the soul, twisting a knife into your gut and pulling out hard before stabbing back into the contorted wound over and over as your anxiety hits you like it'll kill you with one more hit, one more attack. And on top of this, she's lost many family members to these attacks...

So please donate, and I'm begging whoever comes across this to donate. Because my experience was horrible, but Lana's...Her's is worse, so much worse, and she needs our help! So please. PLEASE. Donate if you can, or spread this around Tumblr as much as you can. Reblog! Like! Share! Something that can help her, that can help Lana and her father!

Lana, know that you could NEVER be a burden, bother, nor inconvenience to me, alright? If/when I get the money, I'll donate. But until and after and during that time, my page can/will ALWAYS be a safe space for you , alright? Please keep that in mind. My tag is @yui-onnero , where I go by Yui. Real name is ||||| Heatley. This Blog can always be a safe spot for you. I will offer you all of the support I can give, and know that you will be loved and supported as long as you are on my blog. If you ever need to rant, go in my inbox. I'll respond. You wanna talk? My messages are open! If you need support, my digital, wilting arms will try their best to raise you high enough so you may soar.

I wish you the best, truly the best, only the best. I'm here for you.

-Yui / @yui-onnero

[hyunsvngs]

So I hope this is a safe space to rant. I just need to get this out to someone and this seems like the place to do it.

I have never had sex with another human being where I have cum by the other person. I’m pretty limited on my consensual experiences, but still most have just been the worst. I do have a thing going with my best friend and we’re just taking a minute to figure out what works. Unfortunately it is incredibly hard to make me finish and I’m terrible at explaining the right way to do it.

But my biggest issue is actually my experience with my piss kink. My all time biggest kink is and always will be piss. It was first introduced to me by my high school boyfriend. It started with him holding me close to him anytime one of us had to pee and saying we should just stay together and piss. I always thought it was a joke though. Until one day at my parents lake house he suggested us finding a private place for him to piss on me. I was confused by it but I’ve never been one to kink shame, so I agreed. I have never felt more beautiful, more sexy, more special, or more loved than I did in that moment. I’m a very insecure person, but in that moment I felt like perfection. Since our breakup I have found one person who was comfortable with this kink. Everything we did together was bad except for the piss. That was when I experienced letting it get into my mouth. I came very close to cumming without any stimulation.

But other than those two people any friend or sexual partner that I’ve brought this up to has made me feel so bad about it. Calling me fucked up and disgusting. Don’t get me wrong when said in the right tone “my disgusting little fucked up slut” is the best thing to hear. But these people are intentionally putting me down. Striking it off as weird before I can even explain how the kink makes me feel.

So now I’m like extremely insecure about this kink, and literally the only way I can somewhat satisfy my desires is by your fanfics and an occasional good porn video.

Side not about the whole sleeping with my bestie thing. One of her only big No’s is excrement, so piss is off the table with her. She has stopped making fun of me at my request, but I still low key feel like she judges.

So I guess my question is, how do you go about introducing this to people without getting shot down so horribly? How do you deal with the rejection?

Another thing people judge me for is my nose kink. I have no fucking idea why, but other than a phat ass the sexiest feature of a person is a big nose. When I tell you that I drip just from looking at Chan’s face because of how perfect his nose is, oh my fucking god. But people make me feel so bad about it.

Anywho that’s my rant. I feel a bit better.

I put another anon ask out recently where I brought up the idea of Chan coming home to you in the shower and inviting himself in for some piss fun time. If it wasn’t of good taste, I understand. Just a little fantasy.

I also asked if 🥃anon was available. Is it? I’m a dark liquor girlie so that’s my favorite emoji

Anyway, love you and everything you post bestie

I literally check this page everyday

hi friend!! so i'm so sorry to hear you haven't had a good time with sex :( before i respond to everything i want to say i do still have your previous ask in my inbox!! i had planned to respond to it soon and yes 🥃 is definitely free <3

firstly please do not feel as though you should be ashamed for this kink. trust me there is a lot worse out there lol and as long as they're consensual who cares! you're not forcing anyone into trying this with you, you're just being open about what you're into. that's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.

secondly in terms of introducing it to other people, i would personally wait until a topic about sex came up with the other person and maybe slide in a little "oh, what are you into in bed?". i think a LOT of people are into piss and just don't want to say it either (further reinforced when i started writing about piss here and so many ate it up). in terms of dealing with rejection, i think it's just a sort of thing like ah, okay, ygm? like not everyone's into choking. not everyone's into bdsm. it is exactly the same with piss! not everyone's into it, and some people are, and that's okay.

i really hope you feel more accepted soon. this is always a safe safe place for kinks and piss in general so please do not ever feel afraid to come here and rant to me <3

[bg3-ficrecs]

Hi there! I'm not sure if my fic was successfully submitted as I don't see it in the AO3 queue, could you let me know if it was sent? I'm so sorry for the trouble, I imagine you must have a lot to go through!

Hi Memai! Sincerest apologies, we couldn't figure out how to respond privately (we may not be able to do so as a secondary blog), so just answering to say that we did add your fic to our queue now. We were a little bit behind with adding them earlier when you sent this ask, but it should be in there now. Our inbox has been flooded with asks (23 as of a moment ago), and since we only began the blog about three days ago we're a little bit overwhelmed - but in the best possible way! To the broader community, new followers and all others who have sent in requests: thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing your work and your enthusiasm with us. It's been... mindblowing, honestly. We are so thrilled, and actually considering bringing on more people to review so that there isn't an unnecessarily long gap between reviews as we also try to ensure we don't ignore any pressing questions and admin-related matters.

Thank you for trusting us with your work, and we can't wait to dig in as soon as we possibly can. All the best, The BG3 Fic Review team

[five-bi-five-mind]

Can you please help to write a really romantic, sexy and filled with emotions story of JJ and reader

Lover, Don't Leave

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!reader

Words: 3.1k+

Genre: Angst & Smut

Summary: It's hard to love someone who never lets you in. Tonight, you decide you can't stay and watch as JJ puts up more walls with you. But is seeing you with your bags packed and one foot out the door enough to finally drop JJ's walls?

Warnings: smut, oral (r receiving), facesitting, fingering (r receiving), lots of emotions and angst, pretty much almost break up sadness sex.

A/N: This has been sitting in my inbox for a good while so I'm sorry it's taken me so long to respond. Also don't know if there's much in the way of romance but it's definitely filled with emotions ;) Also yes this is based on the song with the same name by Citizen Shade. Go listen to it while you read this. 

“Please stay,” her voice cracked as her eyes filled with tears. JJ was sitting on the edge of the bed, body slightly slumped and shoulders shaking with the silent cries she struggled to keep in. She had never looked so small until now, so fragile, as she looked up at you with sorrow filled eyes. 

“JJ, has anything changed?” Your voice was soft, you didn’t want to be harsh, but you’d been asking for more from her for weeks. Instead, you were met with coldness. It’s as if the minute you asked her to try to bring some of her walls down, she just built them up more. 

“I’m trying,” she pleaded. “It’s not that easy for me.” 

“I know,” you sighed. “I know that, but it’s me. If you want us to work you have to let me in. It kills me to see all this pain eat you up inside. You don’t think I see the nights you lie awake in tears when you think I’m asleep? Or the moments when you flinch at something and then shut down? You can talk to me about it. I need you to talk to me about it.”

“Why can’t we just go back to how things were before?” Her hand reached out for yours, and you knew if you took it you were accepting an offer that was just going to serve as a tiny bandaid on a large wound.

“JJ, when you shut me out, I feel like all I have is a shell of who you are. Or who you used to be.” You hugged yourself tightly, knowing that would be the only way to resist taking her hand and accepting this horrible solution. 

“Oh…” her hand fell back to her lap and her shoulders slumped more. 

“I don’t want to leave,” your voice broke as you spoke. 

“Then don’t.” JJ’s head shot up, and you knew that was the wrong thing to say. “Don’t leave me, please.” Tears fell onto her cheeks as she looked at you with pleading eyes. Your heart broke for her, for this situation. You never could’ve imagined you’d be here like this with her. “I love you, (Y/N). Please, please don’t leave.” 

You knelt down in front of where she sat on the bed. Your hands slid into her shaking ones as you watched her weep. This wasn’t how you thought this would go. She has been so closed off with you up until now, but the moment she came home and saw your things packed she immediately broke. Was this the moment you’ve been waiting for or a fluke? You couldn’t tell, but she had promised before she would change, she would stop icing you out. That didn’t happen. 

“I can work harder,” her hands squeezed your own as she spoke. It was almost painful the way she held them, as if the moment she let go, you’d disappear. She was terrified that would be true, that you’d walk out that door and she’d lose you forever. “I can try for you.” 

“You’ve said that before.”

“I was trying to protect you.” Her eyes searched yours as she spoke, silently begging you to accept all she was struggling to give in this moment.

“From what?” 

“From the realities of this job, from the toll it has on not just the team, but the people around us.” The grip she had on your hands only tightened as she spoke and you could feel that her trembling had gotten worse. “I didn’t want to take that home to you.”

“But,” you managed to let go of one of her hands, only to reach and brush a tear from her cheek. “You already are with each moment you shut me out.”

“I didn’t realize that.” Her free hand caught yours to keep it pressed to her own cheek. “I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you.” 

“To see you hurting is what hurts me. If we could just talk about it, talk about the things you see, the things you need to unpack with someone. Maybe then it would hurt you less, maybe then the weight would be lifted, even if it’s just a little. If not,” you paused for a moment, getting back onto your feet and looking down at her with stern eyes. “If not, it’ll eat you alive, JJ. I can’t sit and watch that. I won’t.” 

“We’ll talk after each case. We’ll talk,” JJ’s voice was eager. She would promise anything for you to stay. But she did mean it. Knowing she was hurting you, driving you to the point of leaving her, was something that shook her to her core. You were the love of her life and she couldn’t bear to be without you. “I promise. Just… Please.” 

She looked up at you, eyes glistening with tears that had yet to fall. Before you, she didn’t know she could love the way she does. That one person could be her whole world. She didn’t know how to deal with that feeling. JJ had seen the worst of the world and as the years stretched on with her job, she became more jaded. But then came you, and you reawakened something inside her she thought was long dead. Her love for you drove her every move, she worked harder at her job, trying to protect you from the monstrous people she learned about daily. When she thought it was best for her to protect you from what she knew of the world, she didn’t realize it was killing you inside to see her so closed up. All she wanted was the best for you, but in this moment she realized she was doing everything all wrong. The thought of losing you felt more terrifying than anything she’s ever been through, and that’s saying a lot. 

“Please, say you’ll stay,” JJ begged again, the hand that still held yours trembled as she spoke. You just looked back at her, still standing on shaky legs as you watched the strongest person you knew break down in front of you. This is what you asked for though, a different side of her. You wanted more from her, more emotion, more insight, you wanted to understand her. To take her pain away or, at the very least, help her carry her burdens. Did she mean it this time? Was she going to let you in? When you searched her eyes for any sign that she wasn’t taking this seriously, all you could see was sincerity as she stared back. Maybe you’d be disappointed in the end, maybe it would continue to hurt if she failed to do what you asked, but in this moment you couldn’t say no. You couldn’t turn away, she’s all you wanted just as you are for her. But, that didn’t stop you from desperately wanting to be let in. To understand the world of Jennifer Jareau.

“Okay.” Your whisper was barely audible, but still JJ heard it and relief came crashing into her like a tidal wave. “Okay, I’ll stay.” You repeated more for yourself than for her. Trying to convince yourself that it was the right thing to do, that it felt like the right answer. You felt uneasiness settle in your stomach as the words rang through the room, but still you meant it. Regret may come later, but you can’t leave her. You’d stay. 

JJ’s hand released your own, only for her to wrap her arms around your waist from where she still sat in front of you on the bed. Leaning forward, she buried her face in the fabric of your shirt and you could feel her tears as they seeped through your shirt onto your stomach. Your hands went to her hair, shaking fingers running through as you whispered words of affirmation. She just repeated “I love you” and “I’m sorry” into your abdomen, muffled by how tightly she was pressed into you. 

She had almost lost you and the moment you relented was the moment her world stopped feeling like it was falling apart. Now, all she wanted to do was feel you closer, hold you tighter. It felt as if you would disappear any second. Like you’d change your mind the moment she let go of you. She couldn’t have that, she wouldn’t. 

The hands that were locked around your waist moved to slide under your shirt and up your back. Palms pressed flat to your back, pushed you impossibly closer to her, until you were practically bent over her as she held you. Bare flesh of your stomach was exposed from where her hands caused your shirt to ride up and her head moved down so that her lips could graze across your skin. Your hands that were once slowly running through her hair immediately stopped and moved to her shoulders so that you could steady yourself with the way she was urging you forward.

In the back of your mind, you thought to pull away. You knew what she was doing. JJ was vulnerable and you had more you wanted to talk about, but you could tell she was doing all she could to keep you close to her. So you didn’t pull away. She needed this and after all the heartache of today, you at least wanted to give her some form of comfort in whatever way she asked for that to be. 

The feeling of her lips on your bare stomach had you shivering and when one of the hands that had been pressed to your back moved to the zipper of your pants, you gave into whatever she had in mind. Willing to give anything she asked of you. Her fingers found their way to the button of your pants, blindly unzipping and unbuttoning them for you. With one hand, she tugged your pants down, letting them rest low on your hips before you, yourself removed your hands from her shoulders to push them all the way down for her and step out of them.

Her lips moved lower and her arms moved to wrap around your hips, her hands grabbing at your ass to pull you even further into her. You felt her mouth graze over your panties and couldn’t contain the soft gasp you let out when you felt a kiss place over the fabric covering your clit. She inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. The minute you felt JJ’s lips on your bare skin you were wet for her. As emotional as today was, you couldn’t deny that you would always want JJ no matter the day, no matter the circumstance. She knew this and it seemed she was planning to take advantage of that fact tonight. Her tongue peaked from her lips, lightly running over your slit through the fabric of your underwear. You took a sharp breath, the sound of it echoed throughout the otherwise silent apartment and she knew she had you. The hands that had a hold of you urged you forward even more. Your knees hit the edge of the bed and JJ paused for a moment to look back up at you. Without a word, you knew what she was expecting. Slowly, your body still trembling with the overwhelming emotions that you both were feeling, you placed your knees on either side of her until you were kneeling above her on the bed.

Her body slumped down slightly, enough so that she could still stay with her face between your legs. Your hands gripped tightly on her shoulders to steady yourself in the awkward position, legs still shaking as you held yourself up for her. Without much hesitation, JJ gripped you with one arm to hold you steady and moved the other to push your panties aside before pressing her face forward. Her tongue ran up the length of your folds once, twice and by the third time you were already biting your lip hard to hold back the moans threatening to fall through. Meanwhile, JJ was lost in your taste. She devoured you as if it was her last meal. Her tongue lapping at your clit without restraint. She was going to pour all of her love and need for you into this night, she was determined. With every silent gasp to muffled moan, she was soaking up every single reaction she pulled from you. When her lips wrapped around your clit without warning and your nails dug into her skin she reveled in the knowledge that there would be marks left behind by you because of the way she was touching you. Reminders that she still had you, that this night started with the threat of losing you forever, only to win out in the end and keep fighting for your love another day. 

Moans were falling freely from your lips now and when JJ chanced a peek up to your face she saw your head thrown back, lost in the pleasure she was giving you. It made her feel pride in the fact that she had you and relief knowing that you finally were letting go of the tension you held from the moment you two began your talk tonight. Hunger overcame her, she needed to taste more of you, to make you feel even better, to have you in a way that only she could. 

She scooted up the bed only to fully lay down, all the while bringing you with her and pushing you up her body by the backs of your thighs until you were hovering over her face. Her hands pressed down on your thighs and you knew immediately what she wanted. You lowered yourself until you were just barely above her face. When you did that, her mouth immediately went back onto you, her tongue circling your entrance before sliding inside of you. The feeling of her tongue buried in you like that was too much, your whole body was trembling as you were hunched over her face. Her hands were keeping their grip on the tops of your thighs, this time it was her nails that were digging into your skin, leaving marks. It only spurred on your pleasure as your hips began to move with the lapping of her tongue as it continuously dipped inside you. 

JJ couldn’t help but moan with you. The mixture of the sensation of her being surrounded by you and the taste of you on her tongue was intoxicating. It was just what she needed. She had you close, closer than you’d honestly ever been with anyone else. A fact that JJ knew well and as she continued to run her tongue in and out of you, a thought popped into her head. A thought that today could have gone different, that you could’ve found yourself like this with someone that wasn’t her. That you almost weren’t hers anymore. Possessiveness washed through her, her tongue moved back to lapping at your clit. With one hand she reached over so she could slide two fingers inside you, causing you to let out a loud groan, and with the other she held you steady. Your hips moved faster, with the hand that was on your thigh she tried her best to guide your movement so that you could fuck yourself on her face. Your hands flew to her hair, tangling your fingers into golden locks and tugging with desperation. Your thighs were shaking harder now and when JJ curled her fingers to hit that one spot she knew drove you crazy, your body moved impossibly faster trying to get off on her fingers and mouth. 

With one more flick of her tongue and one more pump of your hips, you found yourself letting go, coming against her mouth. Your body slumped forward and the moan you let out shook through her core. She absorbed every moment. The way your fist tightened in her hair, the way you tasted on her tongue when you came, and the way your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath from the orgasm that ran through your body. She looked up at you, your knees still on either side of her face, trembling as you struggled to stay up. After a moment of silence while you came down, you moved back down her body so she could sit up.

Immediately, her arms wrapped back around your waist, pulling you into a crushing embrace you didn’t expect. JJ’s lips pressed to yours in desperation, her tongue sliding into your mouth before even waiting for permission. You tasted yourself on her lips and your hands flew to brace against her chest as she held you impossibly tighter. She continued to kiss you as you struggled to catch your breath and that’s when you noticed the tears mixed in with the taste of her lips. You pushed, gently, but still enough for her to notice and break the kiss. 

“I’m sorry,” JJ’s voice cracked. 

“For what?” Your hands moved to either side of her face, your thumbs brushing away the tears that slipped down her cheeks. JJ just shook her head and closed her eyes tightly. You held her like that for a moment, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“I just can’t lose you,” she murmured, leaning into your touch. “But I think it will take me a while to change.” You just nodded. You didn’t expect this to be something that would happen overnight, and you were okay with that as long as you saw progress. As long as you knew that she was trying for you. “But I will. For you I will.”

“I know,” you whispered as you pressed your forehead to hers. “I know you’ll try.”

JJ’s arms tightened around your waist and yours moved to her shoulders, letting her hold you close. Her embrace was tight, crushing almost, but you knew it’s what she needed. Her body trembled with silent sobs as she held you in her arms. Your lips pressed against hers in between soft whispers of reassurance that you were still here. The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours. Both shedding tears for the other, for the pain you both caused each other, for the fear JJ had of losing you and the fear you had of JJ never letting you in. 

As JJ held you that night, she knew that she would do all she could to keep you in her arms. She would give what she needed, let you take what you wanted. It didn’t matter what the challenge may be, she would do all she could to overcome it. There was no future that she wanted that didn’t have you in it. That night, as you drift to sleep in her tight embrace, she laid awake and made a promise to herself to never let you feel like you needed to leave her ever again.

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[shiny-jr]

Holy shit I just read the preview for Damnation V and IV and I am NOT going to be normal about this. AHHHH. I cannot wait for the fics to drop. I am already loving the set up for both. Shout out to Iago MC, they're hilarious and took up their role very quickly lol. I am especially excited for Pomefiore as a resident simp for that dorm. The way you wrote Vil is fantastic as usual and I can already feel some kind of tension between them. Also Rook and Epel were amazing as well.

Also, side note, but I LOVE the way you describe the characters' outfits in every story. Really puts me into the setting immediately and they are always so creative <3

Whew, haven't had a lot of time to respond to stuff in the inbox so I'm gonna try to answer as much as I can today while I have this opportunity.

I'm really glad that people are enjoying the Scarabia and Pomefiore sneak-peeks! Unfortunately, I haven't had time to work on them at all beside think about potential ideas for them for a few minutes. But other than that, not much process was done. Sorry about that.

I'm going to try and taken my time with them, because I don't want them to feel rushed. I don't want to eventually post them and then end up hating it or feeling like it could have been way better. So yeah, that's why it's taking so long. Hoping to give y'all more funny Parrot/Vassal MC moments and Vil scenes y'all can enjoy.

Actually, I usually look up inspiration on Pinterest when thinking of the clothing, especially for the mc. I think I posted some inspiration and images for Savanaclaw when someone brought them up, but that was in another post. But I'm glad you're liking them! I'm trying to keep it fitting for the region the story would have taken place in, with bits of cultural elements to some of them, but not too detailed, you know?

[starryevermore]

i've been blowing up your inbox today and i'm sorry about that, love, i just wanna request one more thing before i stop bothering people with my notifs. can i request (another) colby x male reader in which colby has been really busy with sam and brennen and their other friends filming and such and hasn't had time for y/n, but then kat (reader's best friend) gets in an argument with colby and accidentally lets it slip how lonely y/n is, so colby feels bad and starts trying to make it up to y/n?

forgotten

pairing: colby brock x male!reader

warnings: angst with a happy ending

"Are you going to film at that hotel with the others?" Kat asked, finishing off her mascara application, glancing back at you in the mirror.

Oh. That was why Colby was blowing you off, not answering your texts. He'd been doing that a lot lately. Not responding you til late at night, long after you'd gone to bed with a heavy heart, aching at the knowledge that your boyfriend didn't want to be around you. Even now, you were in his and Sam's house and he hadn't even said hello to you.

"Didn't know it was happening," you mumbled with a shrug of your shoulders.

"What, Colby didn't tell you?" Kat asked, turning around, her mouth falling slightly open.

"Nah, but it's no big deal."

"But didn't you just say last week that you hadn't hung out with him in two weeks?"

"Yeah, but he's busy. It's fine."

"No, it isn't! Sam does all the same stuff as Colby, and he still hangs out with me!"

"Well, yeah, but Colby needs to recharge more—"

"No, no more excuses! I'm going to give that man a piece of my mind!"

Before you could start her, she was stomping up the stairs, storming into Colby's room. You stood at the bottom of the steps, unsure if you should chase after her and stop her. But, as you heard her shouting, you figured you were better off staying where you were.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she was shouting. "Your amazing boyfriend is downstairs, fucking waiting for you, and you're what? Watching TikToks? Get your butt down there and show him how much you love him before you lose him!"

It was silent then, for a moment then two, before Colby slowly came down the stairs, his eyes almost filled with tears.

"I didn't realize you were lonely," he said, caressing your face.

"Why wouldn't I be? I haven't spent any time with you in weeks."

"I know, and I'm so sorry. I-I just, I'm not used to being in a relationship. I forget, and I'm so used to being by myself, and—"

"It's okay," you hushed. "We both could've been better. And we will do better. But let's try and enjoy our down time before you go off getting a ghost attached to you later, okay?"

Colby chuckled. "Okay. Hey, I got some cute TikToks you should watch. C'mon, I'll show you."

"There's nothing I would love more."

[hufflesight]

hi!! i loved how you wrote my request! and i was wondering if you could write a crows x reader(maybe with kaz x reader too?) based on the song 'hug all your friends' by cavetown?

thank you and hope you have an amazing day/night, love!<3

Description: the reader is a Tailor, but without any official training, she can only change her own face; she offers to go spy and has to say goodbye to all the crows.

(ECHO! HI! I'm so glad you liked it! I'm sorry this one is so late and kinda short, my life is hectic and homework is the worst :) )

(I'm not honestly sure what this counts as. It's definitely fluffy but like it's not exactly happy, also I removed a couple choruses/lines/verses to make it make more sense with the story; hope that's okay!)

Warnings: None, I think

Words: 874

As always if you like my writing feel free to give me a request! My inbox is always open, I might just take a couple days to post it, depending on my schedule!

What's it like to be alone on a Sunday

Y/n lay on the bed, her head cradled in Kaz's lap. She was exhausted, but she wouldn't miss this moment for a year's worth of sleep. She was about to go away for at least two months; she could sleep then. Right now she just focus on Kaz's gloved hands as they carefully brushed stray locks of hair from her cheek.

The sun was low in the sky; she'd just barely slept past sunrise, but she still needed to get going. If she missed the ship, there would be no hope in this mission.

However, even with the stakes in her mind, she couldn't help but stay as she was, staring into Kaz's dark eyes. They'd been together for 3 years now, and they'd been the best years of her life. Maybe she could only touch him through gloves and long sleeves, maybe he wasn't the most obvious with his feelings, but Kaz was all that Y/n would ever want or need.

She smiled softly.

Sing me a song, tell me your thoughts I could listen to you all day long

He returned the smile, but there was a far off look in his eyes. Y/n knew that look. She'd seen it so many times over the years, and not just about her. About each and every crow. It was the look Kaz got when he was nervous for their safety.

"Hey, Kaz, darling, it's fine. I'll be fine. It's not a dangerous mission anyways. And I'll be in disguise the whole time."

She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, until finally he responded. "Alright, just..." He hesitated, but she waited patiently. She'd always wait for him. "Be careful. I love you too much to lose you."

"I will. And I love you too, Kaz."

An idea coming to mind, she nudged him slightly. "Tell me a story. I don't want to forget your voice."

A true smile crept across his features, and as he began talking, she closed her eyes, memorizing every inflection in his tone.

Life's too short to worry about things that we got wrong So hug all your friends and let them know

Hours later, Y/n's few important possessions were shoved into a small bag, and she stepped into the entryway of the Slat, where the rest of the crows were waiting. She took a deep breath before throwing herself into Inej's arms, the person she was closest to; after Kaz, of course. Her friend hugged her tightly, whispering quietly into her ear "You got this," before releasing her directly into Nina, who in turn grabbed her.

"I'm going to miss you, Y/n!"

Y/n laughed, before replying "I'm only going to be gone for a couple months, Nina!"

"I know, I know, but still!"

When she was finally released, she got a clap on the back from Matthias.

Then Jesper came out of nowhere, his grin directly in her face. "I'll admit, it'll be a bit boring around here without being able to watch Kaz awkwardly flirt with you." She laughed, slightly blushing as she looked over to the man in question, who was pretty clearly trying to hide his own smile.

After a hug with Wylan, who had become like a brother to her, Y/n started to open the door. But as she grabbed the handle, a pang of loneliness hit her. With a breath, she waved it off. She'd be fine by herself. She was by herself before she found the crows, after all.

You're not letting go, No I won't let go

As she and Kaz left the building, Y/n couldn't help but look back at it once, the last time she would for 3 months. She was about to live in a house she didn't know, pretending to be someone she wasn't. It was almost a thrilling thought, but behind that, she was still scared. She'd never had much talent in terms of defending herself; changing one's face didn't do much when staring down the barrel of a gun.

But as she walked, hand in gloved hand with Kaz, she felt confident. She could do this.

Though the belief wavered as she reached the ship, as she felt his hands leave hers, as they promised they'd see each other again, she held it. She could do this.

---

You don't know what it's like to be nothing at all When the night turns cold my thoughts feel like stone I can't breathe anymore

I forgot how to walk by myself

---

She couldn't do this. A month in a half in the mansion, with someone else's face, and now Y/n lay crying on her bed. The journal under her mattress was full of secrets, the truth behind the wealthy family she'd infiltrated. But her head was full of lies. Who she was, who she was supposed to be: they were getting mixed up in her mind.

The only reason she didn't run away into the woods, the only thing keeping her grounded at all were their six faces.

Wylan. Jesper. Matthias. Nina. Inej. Kaz.

I could do with a little more of your help

She wished they were there with her.

"I need you with me." She whispered into her pillow.

[seabass17]

All that’s left | Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

A/n: This is my first time writing something based on a video I found on TikTok, it’s not exactly the same, but it is kinda the idea. I hope you like it and please let me know if you might want a part two. Also, I apologize if you find some errors, im doing my best since English is not my first language. Anyway, happy reading!!

All that’s left masterlist

Pt. 2

Warnings: angst, mentions of injuries (broken ribs, cuts, dislocated shoulder)

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: She still can’t get used to the feeling of being left behind by the people she once called family. After being hurt, she decides that she will give them a chance, and when they failed, she then makes the decision to disappear and start brand new. Of course, she leaves a letter that will left the team standing in the dark, and with more questions than answers about a lot of things, while discovering that she has more of one past that she let to know.

The sound of the rain hitting against the window of my living room was the only thing that could be heard in the silence of my apartment. I looked over my desk where the paper is waiting for me to pick up the pen and get this over with, but somehow, somewhere deep inside of me, a part is waiting, holding on to the smallest of hope that maybe, just maybe, he is going to come knocking to my door asking why the i haven’t showed up to the compound for the last three days, or why i didn’t text nor call the rest of the team. I wanted to see if they would notice my absence so I left the compound on Thursday. I got the answer to my question when Sunday arrived and my inbox was clear; no one noticed. Today is Tuesday, my apartment is thirteen minutes away, fifthteen if you literally fly or speed up, but still, no one came or text.

To be honest, I'm not surprised, that doesn’t mean it hurts less though. I know i should probably think this through instead of making the impulse decision of grabbing my things and get the hell out of here, going somewhere i can start fresh, somewhere i can start over and get a chance to get over all the things that happened,  find people that actually cared for me, or maybe not finding anyone at all and die alone.

I stand up from my bed and go to my desk, it’s time to get this over with. I start writing the only thing that they get to keep.

“Dear Avengers, You’re probably wondering where I am, or you just don’t care, maybe you don’t even find this. If someone from the building finds this, keep it in case they ever come looking for me; thank you. So, this is it, this is my goodbye. You should consider yourselves lucky, given the fact that none of you even deserves a goodbye because you are the ones causing it. I could tell you the reason why I'm leaving, and you know what, I will tell you. I chose to trust you. The one thing I feared the most was trusting people, but when I joined the team, I thought ‘well, maybe i can trust them, they are my team’, guess what, I was wrong. You should really look out for your teammates Stark, oh, and by the way, you might want to look deeper into why the operation that saved those 30 civilians on may 20, didn’t go south, you might even discover its the very same reason of why i didn’t showed up in the compound for a week, yeah, they were busy torturing the information out of me for a week; information that, by the way, i didn't give, hence why the operation went great. Something even more funny, is that behind every mistake, every wrong that each one of you have ever done, I’m the one that suffered the consequences. Don’t believe me? Then you might want to do your homework, because dear teammates, I’m the one you couldn’t protect. By the time you find out the things you’ve done, I will be long gone. I'm very good at disappearing, Natasha (once she figures it out) can confirm that. I wish things would be different and we could be… family, but that’s never going to happen; not anymore. As of now, there will be no record of my name ever existing, everything that once belonged to me, will be burned, and as of me, well, I am no one.”

I fold the piece of paper and put it in the envelope, once sealed, I write down the word my name in the center so they know. I take a last look at my apartment. Everything is intact, the furniture that came with it is the same as always, the only thing different is that it seems empty without all my belongings. I grabbed my luggage and exited the apartment and then went downstairs.

“Hey Richard”  I say to the man that is in the reception like I always do

“Hey miss, what can I do for you?”

“Well, I'm leaving, for good. If someone comes asking for me, my friends, you tell them that you haven’t seen me. Oh, I left a letter for them upstairs, could you please make sure that it gets to them? Only if the show up, do not sent it”

He looked at me a little sad and confused.

“Oh, well, you will me missed miss, I hope you find happiness and yes, i promised i will make sure they get your letter”

“Thank you Richard, for everything, oh, and this is for you” I handed him an envelope with some cash. He looked like he was about to say something about how he couldn’t accept it but I cut him off. “Please, just take it, please”. He sighs but takes the envelope.

“Thank you miss…”

I smiled at him and then turned around to grab a cab. I'm supposed to be in the airport in 30 minutes. Once in the airport, the only thing left is to start again, be someone brand new.

*3rd person POV*

Friday morning was a little colder than usual in the avengers compound, everyone on the team was up and in the kitchen having breakfast. Everything was normal, until someone noticed that someone was missing.

“Hey guys” Bucky said right before taking a bite of the pancakes Wanda made earlier for everyone. “Have any of you seen y/n?”

The team stayed quiet, realizing that they haven’t seen her for quite a while, not until Barnes brought it up.

“Uh… maybe she took a trip?” Steve broke the silence while the rest started thinking when was the last time they had seen her.

“No, she was here when we arrived from the Jersey mission, it must have been like what, two days, maybe three?” Tony said. Bucky could feel his insides burning and twisting.

“No… that was eight days ago” Vision intervened. The avengers felt like someone just blew up the white house. Her teammate was missing for eight days and no one even noticed. Bucky was the first one to react by getting up and running to her dorm, only to find it exactly the way it was when he last saw her. He searched her dorm looking for something out of place that could tell him that maybe you were in trouble and that he has to come save you, but he is left desperate when he doesn’t find anything.

“She’s not here, everything is intact” He informs once he is back in the kitchen.

“Everyone” Steve calls out, “get dressed, we’re going to look for her. Let’s start in her apartment”

The team leaves to change their clothes and next thing they know, they are in her building. Without saying a word to the receptionist, they all made their way up to her apartment.

“Hey! wait-” he goes unnoticed because the avengers are already on her door. Wanda knocks on the door.

“Y/n? You there?” no one responds. “Y/n come on, don’t be mad at us” Natasha says.

After a few seconds they all start to worry when the door is unlocked, and they worry even more once they see the apartment completely empty.

“What the-” Bucky says

“Where are her things?” Wanda asks to no one especifically

“Where is she?” Thor says

“What the hell is going on?” Tony says a little louder

Bucky storms out of the empty apartment and goes to the man in the reception

“What the hell happened to apartment 108, where is y/n y/l/n?” he asks with worry and anxiety in his voice.

“I’m sorry, but, who are you?” the man asks the rather intimidating group of people in front of him.

“We’re the Avengers man” Peter says and the man suddenly realizes and his face changes from a confused one, to a sad one that makes the team’s stomach drop.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t…” he sighs, “She left me indicated to give this to you” he hands them an envelope that looks like it's been sitting there for a while. Bucky stares at the envelope like it's some kind of nuclear weapon that if you touch it, it could kill you. Wanda notices, grabs the envelope and stares at the paper in her hands.

“When did she leave this?” She asked

“Three days ago”

“And why didn’t you send it to us?” Tony asked, getting angry at the poor man.

“Because she specifically said  to handed it to you, if you ever came looking for her”

Bucky could feel the tears in his eyes start to form.

“She said that? `Ever’?” Bucky asked almost to himself. The man slowly nodded. Natasha could feel how her stomach started burning from the guilt and the pain of not noticing that her friend was missing for eight days, little does she know that the entire team felt exactly the same.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y pull the records on the mission on may 20 and also show me the status of y/n on that time” Tony said to the AI and after a few seconds later, pictures of the building that that was about to be blown out by HYDRA with 30 civilians inside showed up. While the avengers were sitting in the conference room looking at the pictures, the AI started talking.

“Mission of may 20. Information was given that HYDRA kept 30 civilians inside the building with the intention of blowing it up with them inside. Source of the information unknown. The Avengers  came to the building and successfully rescued the civilians safely moments before the building was blown up. Agent y/n y/l/n was on an undercover mission on a HYDRA facility at the same time, the communication was lost three days before the civilians situation, and around the same time, the information about the building was given anonymously the very same day that communication with Agent y/l/n was lost; Agent y/l/n returned a week later. Medical record found, access denied”

“Override, Tony Stark” Tony said after a good couple of seconds, the pieces starting to fall in place.

“Access complete. Medical records of Agent y/l/n on may 27th. Access restrained: Agent y/l/n. She presented with several cuts all over her body, three broken ribs, a second grade concussion, a sprained ankle and a dislocated shoulder. Patient refused treatment and was only given medication for the pain”

The seconds were passing and no one in the room would break the silence. The pieces were starting to fall in place, Tony felt nauseous. He yelled at her for being irresponsible for staying a little longer than she should have in the undercover mission, given the fact that she checked in on june 10th, meaning that she waited two weeks for her injuries to heal enough so that he could yell at her for not being good enough. He fell down to his chair, feeling like if he stayed up, he might throw up.

“She was the one that gave us the information about the building” Sam broke the silence. “She was the one that got tortured, and still managed to pass through the data so that we, could be the heroes while she was the one that got beaten up”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, where is she?” Natasha asked the AI, and it responded after a few seconds.

“No information found”

Natasha frowned, Bucky looked up to the screen to see the red sentence. It only made him want to scream more.

“What does ‘no information found’ mean?” Bucky asked on the edge of falling apart.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y” Steve called

“No information available” it said this time.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, look for y/n y/l/n” Tony said, thinking maybe he needed to check what was wrong with the AI.

“No records found for y/n y/l/n”

“Detail,” Stark said.

The AI showed what it said before, there was no record of her name, it was like it never existed. No phone number, no mail address, no nothing, just a little picture of an abandoned building or mansion somewhere in the world.

“Wait” Natasha said, “I know that building, F.R.I.D.A.Y, do a close up on that picture”

“What is it?” Wanda asked

“It was where The Red Room used to operate” tha AI responded

“Why does it appear related to her?” Bucky asked, fearing the answer

“The picture was taken when a girl escaped The Red Room in 2002, she eliminated four people on the way, the age or who it was is still unknown” the AI responded.

“Oh god…” Natasha whispered but Bucky manage it to hear it

“Natasha, what is it?” he asked

“2002, that’s three years after i managed to escape, there was a girl, we were some sort of friends, i promised that i was going to get us out of here, but i couldn’t take her with me so i left her. Two years later I contacted someone on the inside so that I could get to her and plan her escape, but she was angry at me and said that she was fine, a year later she did escape, killing four people on her way” Natasha explained. Everything makes sense now, why she looked familiar, why she had exactly the same skills as Natasha. The team noticed it too, but they assumed it was because she had trained very hard to be an avenger.

“What was her name?” Vision asked.

“Eliza” Natasha said

“Wait a minute…” Bucky said, lifting her head looking at Natasha. “Was that her real name?”

“No, she didn’t wanted to say her real one” Natasha said

“Eliza, that’s y/n’s grandmother’s name” Bucky said and the room fell into a silence where you could hear the wind outside.

“In the letter…” Steve started, “She said that you could confirm that she was good at disappearing completely once you figured it out, so, does this mean that…”

“Y/n is Eliza” Natasha concluded

“She was in The Red Room” Bucky added.

“She said in her letter that all of us did her wrong,” Sam said, “how are we supposed to know what the hell we do to her? She’s been in the team for what, two and a half years? And just now we realized that she was the one that gave us the data that saved 30 people and got her tortured, and that she was trained in The Red Room like Black Widow here. What else are we missing?” he added.

“Guess there’s only one thing we can do” Steve said, looking at Tony.

“And what’s that?” Wanda asked

“We find her”

[voxmortuus]

Tonight, I Make You Mine

PAIRING: Creature!Ateez Park Seonghwa x F!Reader

UNIVERSE: Fantasy AU

WORDS: 3.4k

SUMMARY/PROMPT: It marks one year of a relationship with Seonghwa and he has a plan, a romantic plan, he wants to make you his in more than one way, he wants to show you what he is, he wants you to want him for all he was and he couldn't hide what he is to you anymore, and the way he shows you what he is, is a moment you will never forget in your life. In the end, you vow to spend the rest of your life with him.

NOTE: This is my first time writing anything like this. Please be kind to me, and I will absolutely take constructive criticism. I'm sorry if this is horrible! Also, there are links to some things such as outfits and the scent of the women's cologne and one other special surprise at the end.

TW: Tentai content including bondage | tentacle sucking | tentacle breast play | tentacle clit play | tentacle anal play | tentacle suction play | penetration with tentacles | Body fluids | Unprotected penetration | Internal Ejaculation | Short Male Receiving Oral | Oral Ejaculation | Male Masturbation | Mild Language | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this...

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You never thought it would happen, falling for Seonghwa like this, but honestly, it was easy. He cherished every moment with you, he loved you to the moon and back, and at times you questioned if he just settled. You never wanted to keep him from what would make him happy. He did well for himself. He knew what he wanted in his life, and here you were questioning Seonghwa. With a loaded breath, you sat there looking at your phone when you see the date. Today was the day, a special day he told you to get ready for. Licking your lips, you push yourself off the couch and walk to your room.

You opt for a cute dark blue daisy printed summer dress, and you put your hair up with loose curls. You decide to go with soft makeup and his favorite, Jo Malone, Wood Sage & Sea Salt Cologne/Perfume. A coastal aroma that will transport the wearer to the shore, with sea salt that's infused with wood sage and a bit of citrus to create a unique fragrance that you can’t quite put your finger on at times. The opening is oceanic with sea salt but is given a typical aquatic partner with the grapefruit. It is so fresh and abyssal but dries down with a bit of sweetness and light woody undertones. Let's not forget the sage, which is a part of the opening but comes into its own later. He loved that scent on you, one of his favorites, and you make sure you keep stocked on it. It was one of the many things that attracted him to you.

Looking at your phone, you let out a small breath, and you begin pacing your shoes echoed in your home against your wood floors. You were anticipating him being here, and you were nervous. Today marked one year you had been with him, and tonight was a special night. Tonight was a night that you had been waiting for. A night he had been preparing you for, for what felt like a long time. He had it all planned, and you were anxious. It was almost like you were on edge. You had no clue how to respond to most things, and this was something you didn't expect at all. You were used to life throwing you curve balls, and today was going to be no different.

You look at the time and make your way outside; you just couldn't wait any longer. You had been pacing your living room for hours. When you got out there, you got there just in time to see Seonghwa pull up, so it was good timing. Making your way down the steps, you stand there as he gets out of the car. Looking over him, you bite your lip, your hand fidgets with your dress, he wore a black suit, and he looked so handsome, so perfect. You smile as he greets you with a kiss on your cheek. Smiling sweetly, again, you kiss him back and watch as he extends his hand to open the car door.

"Thank you Seonghwa." He smirks, nodding his head, and makes his way around to get in on his side.

Your nerves are getting the better of you. Seonghwa reaches over and places his hand on your thigh; looking over, you smile at him. You couldn't take the quiet anymore. You bite your lip and look over his profile and smile, god he was handsome, and there was just something about him you can't quite put your finger on.

"Seonghwa, where are we going?" You inquire.

"It's a surprise, Love." He smirks, and you bite your lip.

"But I don't do well with surprises." You give him a hopeful look that maybe he'll tell you.

He only chuckles, shaking his head, "No love, I'm sorry."

You give a tiny pout and fidget with your skirt while his hand grips your thigh a little tighter, almost telling you to not fidget. Your hands stop fidgeting, and he lets out a small chuckle; you look over at him and tilt your head and watch him a moment. He gives a side smirk and takes a turn. You weren't paying attention to really anything around you, so when he pulled into the parking lot, you looked around, and it was empty. Looking at the building, you smiled and got excited!

"The aquarium!? I've been wanting to go for so long! I'm so excited!"

"Well, I've been paying attention, and I just felt like this was the right place, that and I've got it so it's all ours for the night."

"Seonghwa! This is so... this is... perfect." You lean over and plant a kiss on his lips.

With a chuckle, he leaned into the kiss, and you both got out of the car. Locking it behind him, he places his keys in his pocket and takes your hand. Your heart sputters a bit like it always does. Walking beside him, it was like he towered over you. Walking to the entrance, he smiled and grabbed his keys from his pocket- he held the key in his hand a moment before finding the key to the door and unlocking it. You look at him in awe; you two really were the only ones here.

Walking in, he locks the door behind him after letting you in. Looking at you, he smirks. "Where do we go first?"

"Oh, Seonghwa, I have no idea. I want to see everything."

"Ok," He chuckles, "How about you follow me." He takes your hand and leads you down one of the dark hallways.

Looking around, you enter a tunnel of water, looking above at the blue above, you smile. It was so pretty, so calming. Your hand touches the glass as you step to it, seeing a school of fish in the distance and a shark above. Your heart pounds. You look at him and grin wide. You were like a child in a candy store, and you couldn't wait to see more.

As you two walk deeper into the building, you're in awe by what you see, the colors, the vibrance of it all. Seonghwa chuckles, letting go of your hand, watching you. He slips his hands into his pants pockets and tilts his head, watching you. His heart flutters watching you, the enjoyment he got from this was something he thought he would never find. Seonghwa was always the kind to seclude himself, isolate, and turn a blind eye to the things around him, and here you were, opening his eyes to everything around him. Because of you, he has come out of his shell, and if it wasn't for you, he would never want to explore. Because of you, he explores more. But tonight was special.

Getting to the middle of the building, he looks around and smiles at you. You turn around and notice a blanket in the middle under the dome of water. He smiles and looks at you.

"Y/N, there is something I want to ask you, something I want, and need. Something I want to show you."

You nod your head looking over his face. A little nervous you let out a soft breath.

"I've found who I am with you, I've found myself with you, Y/N. If it wasn't for you, I'd likely be in my house dwelling the day. I want to spend my life with you, Y/N. I want to love you and be with you every day. If you'd have me of course." He looks over your face.

Tilting your head, you step to him and place your hand on his chest and look over his face and give a smile and you look deep into his eyes. "Of course I will, Seonghwa."

"You may second guess, I'm not like other people, Y/N." He tells you.

"So? You understand me and I understand you."

"I don't think you understand. I'm different."

"Show me." You tell him looking deep into his eyes.

He looks you deep in the eyes and licks his lip. He wraps his left arm around you tightly. He lets out a soft breath and you feel this warm, wet, sticky thing wrap around your leg, you go to look down, but with his right hand, he takes your chin and keeps your eyes on him. The way it moves around your leg, feeling it inch, crawl, the suction you look over his face, and your eyes grow wide as it wraps around your thigh, inching its way up, stopping just before it gets to your sex. You let out a soft breath, feeling one on the other leg, but he keeps his hand on your chin, and you look deep into his eyes.

"I told you, I'm not like others..."

"What are you? What is this, that? What is on me?"

"Do you trust me, Y/N?"

"Yes, more than anything Seonghwa, but tell me what is this?"

"This is me... this is what I am. Do you want more?"

Without even questioning, you nod your head and look over his face. "I love you, nothing can change that Seonghwa." you whisper.

He looks over your face and kisses you deeply as the tentacles wrap around your leg tighter and slide up your leg a little further, one begins to play with your clit while the other runs itself along your lower lips. Biting your lower lip you let out a shaky breath and rest your head against his chin. "Tonight, I make you mine." He whispered tilting your head up and kisses you deeply. You return the kiss, deepening it, gripping at his coat lapels, and moan against his lips as the suction of one of the tentacle cups your clit and works at it almost as if it is sucking on your clit, the other tentacle gets excited about your wetness and starts to toy with the entrance of your sex.

You feel another tentacle making its way between your legs. Your lips against his your hands gripping his jacket, his arm wrapped around your waist and another around your throat holding you close you now have 4 tentacles between your legs, one toying with your clit, two massaging either side of your sex, and one playing with the wet entrance. Your hips move slightly. "Please... make me yours." you whisper against his lips.

A tentacle comes up slithering up your spine up the back of your dress and he looks over your face, and strips you of your dress, laying it on the floor next to you, the blanket beneath you both, surrounded by pillows, he looks over you, licking his lips he steps back a bit, watching as the tentacle wraps around you a couple times with another to make you sturdy, one slithers up your spine to the base of your neck, you look at him, watching them protrude from him, such beauty in such an odd way, the color, the pink, the purple, the blues and yellows, something so amazing. You watch him and look over his face. You hold out your hand, while one is wrapped around you under your breasts reaches over and slowly wraps around your arms, inching to your palm and places itself in your palm. You let out a small chuckle and look back at him, nodding your head.

The two tentacles that are wrapped around you lean you back, the two that are wrapped around your legs lift you off the ground. Your breathing picks up but you being to relax. You have 2 more tentacles reaching out to wrap around your arms while the others that are wrapped around you cup your breasts and begin to flick at your nipples, wrapping around them until they are hard and begin to play with them, while the tentacle playing with your wetness enters into you. You let out a gasp as it begins to inch into you further, you feel the way it squirms inside you, feeling the suction cups rub against you causing you to shiver and moan softly. Whimpering as the tentacle against your clit becomes more rigorous in its motions.

The two massaging the sides of your sex decide to join the one inside and they twirl together and plunge into you, moving in and out stretching you and massaging against your walls, the suction cups adding extra texture. You let out a soft moan, as he watches you, his cock hardens a little more, feeling the excitement. The hardness of himself restricts in his pants. He lets out a soft groan feeling what the tentacles are feeling which only excites him even more.

As the tentacles work your sex, penetrating as far as they felt they could go, stopping at your cervix you let out a heavy moan and ball your hands into fists. The tentacles work their ways, squirming inside you in and out the suctions gripping at your wetness as you moan louder they move faster.

"Oh Seonghwa, faster, please." You beg.

As you beg your breathing grows faster and he grows harder, he removes himself from his pants, grips his cock in his hand and begins to stroke himself. He lets out a soft moan licking his lower lip taking it into his mouth biting at it a bit. You watch him and you moan louder.

"Fuck." you whimper. The tentacles work faster pumping into you harder and faster. Your breasts being squeezed by the others and the others that are wrapped around you wraps a little harder while they spread your limbs a little further. Seonghwa steps closer to you and the tentacles lay you on the blanket and rest your head on the pillows, the tentacles work your body, playing with your senses as one wraps around your neck, he kneels in front of you and two tentacles remove themselves from your sex they wrap around your legs and the one that was left inside you removes itself and starts playing with your back hole.

Biting your lip you look over him as he strokes his cock faster, hovering in front of you as he kneels, your hips rise, almost encouraging him to enter you, he tilts his head and smiles, kneeling down he looks over you and he shoves his cock deep inside you, your hips buckle your back arches and at the same time, he plunges into you the tentacle playing at your back hole shoves itself into you at the same time, penetrating you to a whole other level. You let out a loud moan of pleasure.

With a loud moan of desire escaping his lips, his lips smash against yours while the tentacles play with your breasts, the others pulsate around your limbs, the other pumping in and out of your arse, and him pumping in and out of your sex you are in a state of euphoria, you're unable to collect your thoughts, your breathing picks up and you're close to a climax but you want all of the pleasure he can offer you.

"Good god, you feel so good, Seonghwa, your cock feels perfect, you're perfect. I'm all yours. My fuck I'm all yours!" You scream.

"All. Mine." He grunts as he feels himself close to a climax. Holding you tightly with his tentacles, he has one come up and wrap around your neck, gripping you as it pulsates and squirms almost massaging your throat as both he and his tentacle pump faster into you.

Moaning, you look over his face. "Harder... Please." you beg.

As he is happy to oblige to your request, he drives his cock and tentacle harder and deeper into you. Letting out a heavy moan you arch your back into him. Dripping with your own juices he feels them gush around his cock as he slams into you, feeling how wet you are the way you massage his cock with your walls he closes his eyes and takes a nipple into his mouth as his tentacle grips your throat tighter as they pump harder into you, your breathing and moans pick up faster, judging the volume and the speed and frequency of your moans he, himself grows closer to a climax.

"I want to feel you cum... so do they." He growls against your breast. Without questioning two tentacles enter you along with his thick hard cock. You let out a loud moan feeling yourself being stretched and you grip at the blanket. The tentacles wrapped around your arms hold your arms above your head and you let out a pleasurable scream. Without a second guess, another tentacle enters your back hole along with the other and you scream again. Your body shakes and quivers in pure pleasure. "Cum for us, Y/N!" He demands.

Without even a shadow of a doubt, your body releases all of what it could, shaking. Feeling you soak him and the tentacles, he lets out a heavy groan, gripping at your hips tightly, surely leaving bruises as he releases himself inside, you, pumping further. He didn't stop, nor did the tentacles. As they worked with him, the one around your throat started to massage a bit and he kept pumping, harder, faster, wanting another. "Again." He demands. Hovering over your lips, wanting to feel your breath, your body shook and gave another climax. He pulled himself from you and reached down watching the tentacles fuck you he stroked his soaking wet dripping cock.

The faster they moved the more they squirmed inside you the more you orgasmed, the harder he stroked. When your body started to shake you were unable to think straight, he hovered over you and the tentacle that was around your throat pulled your head up and you opened your mouth and he places his cock in your mouth as you begin to take him into your mouth. He grips your hair at the top of your head and fucks your mouth. Within a few moments he explodes in your mouth, like the good girl you are, you swallow every drop of him.

Slowly the tentacles pull from you, receding back to him, hiding, you look over his face as he kneels over you putting himself away, looking down at you. You bite your lip and you move in a way to stand in front of him, you pull his head to your stomach and hold him close.

"Seonghwa, I vow to you, right here, under the fish above, I am yours, I will have all of you, forever, for always. As long as you have me."

He looks up at you, standing, he leans over, and grabs your dress, sliding it back onto you, and smiles. "Forever, for always." He reached into the pocket of his suit coat and looks over your face and smiles, he wanted to wait. You smile taking his hand, looking around heading down another tunnel and you spot some octopi and smile wide. He stops and looks at you, getting down on one knee he looks up at you.

"Y/N, you've seen all of me, you've seen what I am, felt what I am, and didn't run, you've taken me for all I am, and now, I kneel here, before you, with one question. I vow to you, to be honest, to be true, and to be yours like you have done for me. Y/N I have one question... Marry me?" He looks over your face almost in the horror of being rejected.

You hear him, and you listen to what he says, your eyes close, your throat feels heavy, you let out a soft breath and turn around, "Seonghwa, of course, I will." You wrap your arms around him and hold him close. "I would be honored."

Not saying a word he pulls from you and places the ring on your finger, a special ring with a red cognac and black diamond with a tentacle band, special for you both. Smiling you admire it a moment and hug him again. Taking his hand he looks at your legs and chuckles watching his mess drip down your legs, licking his lips he smiles.

"How about we go back to my place, and you and I take a bath... and see where the night takes us from there." He chuckles.

Eagerly nodding your head, he picks you up and carries you back to the car forgetting about the blankets and pillows in the middle figuring he'd grab them tomorrow, he makes his way to the car and you two are off to his home.

[straighttohellbuddy]

I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND ABSOLUTELY YELLING TO THE HIGH HEAVENS OVER PART THREE BECAUSE !!!!!! god the single paragraph when he told reader abt her talking in her sleep had me fucking SCREAMING. you both broke my heart and fixed it and the way the poems scattered through it and i. just !!!!!!!! love you so much!!!! -🐈‍⬛

but you're talking in your sleep masterpost for context

Okay when I get the chance I'm definitely going to be going through my inbox like mad and responding to all the incredibly kind and lovely comments I've got about this fic that makes me STILL happy stim, but I'm using your ask to talk about things in the fic that I've wanted to so bad!!!!

I moved the point of them both bring fully aware that they're in love with each other like 8 separate times!!!!

The Brighton trip was a big one, the kiss goodbye was the first moment I was like "too soon"

It was less explicit, but they both kind of Knew in the moment where I wrote Wilbur just not knowing what to do and admitting to Tommy first, and Tommy being delighted but also yelling "YOURE FUCKED" at the top of his lungs because he's well aware it's an attrocious situation.

Two separate phonecalls had moments; 1) after the fight about Wilbur's name in her phone, he asks what he means to her. In the final fic she deflects and they're both unhappy, but there was definitely a draft where "You mean fucking everything to me, Wilbur, that's the problem!" Is shouted in tears.

2) after the phonecall about Sex Sells, Wilbur quietly says he wishes he had a third option (between what's easy and what's right) for the Reader, and upon hearing him being so sincere, the reader realises and immediately blurts out that she's realised that she's Properly In Love With Him.... but it wasn't the right time.

I REWROTE THE FULL CONFESSION SCENE LIKE THREE TIMES

1. Wilbur reads the poem at thr train station and it hits him that the reader loves him, but I didn't know where to go from there so I scrapped it.

2. Wilbur had not read the poem, so the reader recites it in the car and it finally dawns on him how long she's been trying to tell him she loves him. But it was very weepy, and yes there's crying in the fic version but I like the fic version better because

3. He reads the poem at the train station, but instead of it being all at once, he struggles with how to bring it up, because now it's literally just unspoken because you're terrified to voice your true feelings, and the moment you voice that you're self aware about trying to hide your truth in other people's words, he jumps at the chance to speak your language, and to show that he finally understands how to communicate with you in a way that makes you feel understood and safe, in a way that noone else really has. So the poem becomes a duet and he adds a line of his own context to say "I know how long you've been trying to tell me this but I promise I won't make you wait that long ever again". The poem in the car makes me eat DIRT /POS!!!

I apologise if it felt like I was just forcing miscommunication for the sake of extending thr plot, but I really think, given the reader's experiences in the fic, and how she was shaped by them, I think it had to happen this way. I think the reader admitting during the confession in the car “I didn’t know I could call this love,”  really kind of highlights that it could only have happened this way.

Okay, under the cut is a deep dive into the reader, including discussing their abusive relationship with Mark and how it effected them in far more detail than the fic goes into. Just as a warning. Also it's so long, so many thoughts. This is like... just a part of my directors commentary for this fic I'm so sorry!!

And there's a few reasons that I made Wilbur the POV character, the main one being that there's a kind of voyeuristic pleasure of understanding why someone falls in love with you, and knowing exactly what they think about you and why they continue to love you. Understanding what he chooses to focus on, the way he thinks about the reader, while you yourself are also the reader, at least for me, and kind of what I wanted to impart, was less Mortifying and more the Sublime ordeal of being known. To feel seen and loved even when you're going through what feels like hell. Idk man.

But also because I thought it would be less confronting to have an outsider perspective on the reader's toxic relationship. There's enough implied that Wilbur can see why the reader is hesitant and fragile, and why she clings so strongly to him even to the point of lying about their friendship, but it's not until he hears the recording of Mark and Reader's final fight that he is confronted with the explicit and horrifying reality of what she'd been living with. And even that fight echoes in the reader even if she doesn't want it to. Mark telling the reader "you don't know how to love [Wilbur]" so clearly haunts her, even after they get together; Mark knew exactly how to make her doubt herself, which makes my blood boil because its such a simple sentence that pretty much directly implies that he knows he's been manipulating her and treating her like shit, but in a way that still makes her feel like the villain in her own life going forward!! she feels safe with Wilbur but there's so much doubt because of Mark, so she's constantly making sure that being in a relationship is meant to feel good (which breaks my heart why did I write her like this 😭😭😭)

Okay im going to do a big ole talk about the song that makes me WEEP about the reader finally getting free of Mark, and that's Happier Than Ever

Because the first half of the song is her trying to come to terms with the fact that she'd spent YEARS OF HER LIFE with him because he was good to her at first in a way that not a lot of people had been in her life, but the second half rips my fucking heart out

Because between line "you made me hate this city" and Tommy telling Wilbur “Man, she called me bloody well crying the day she found out he’d moved to London after her,” and the reader repeatedly referencing Jubilee Line, and then this whole flashback moment which makes me go MCFUCKING FERAL

“I didn’t pick London for the school, I picked it because it was…” you trailed off, and he watches you scrunch up your whole face as you choose to not finish that particular thought. But you steel yourself, taking a deep breath and smiling bright, bright enough that it’s obviously forced, and you finally look up; when you meet Wilbur’s gaze, you seem almost startled, you hadn’t realised he’d actually been watching you.

“It’s a good school, though, I’m glad I got in, and Mark, he’s- he’s really sweet. It’s brave of him to move, even though I’m on campus and he’s not; none of his family’s lived outside of Nottingham for generations,” the face you’re making is close to a smile, to anyone else they might mistake it as such, but there’s a wrinkle in the bridge of your nose, a tightness at the edge of your smile, “he’s training to go into the same line of work as his dad, he’s just glad he can do it here,” you laugh, but there’s no humour in it. The sky was slate grey, a chill in the air that wasn’t there the day before, and you’d found out a few days ago that your - former ex - boyfriend Mark had found a place in town. You say that he’s good to you, but then you use the word persistent, but it hadn’t quite sounded like a compliment.

it's one of the first things I wrote in this whole fic.

EVERYTHING ABOUT WHERE THE READER LIVES MAKES ME FUCKING CRY

Because she literally just moved because uni was literally the only excuse her parents wouldn't judge her for wanting to break up with Mark for, because it's clear she hates being away from Tommy and her family when they're not believe Mark's lies, and she's SO EXCITED to be able to move back home again and do her classes online and spend time with her brother when she's free of Mark!!! IM WEEPING!!!

And I just!! Back to song!!!

And I don't talk shit about you on the internet

Never told anyone anything bad

'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything

And all that you did was make me fucking sad

SHE REALLY DID THINK SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH MARK FOR YEARS BECAUSE SHE DIDNT HAVE ANY IDEA THAT THERE WAS AN ALTERNATIVE, BECAUSE SHE ONLY SPENT 6 WEEKS WITH WILBUR INJTIALLY AFTER YEARS OF TOXICITY, SO SHE DIDNT UNDERSTAND IT WAS OKAY TO LIKE THE PERSON YOU LOVE, AND MARK WAS MANIPULATING HER TO GET HER BACK IN LONDON, SO MEETING WILBUR AGAIN WAS LITERALLY THE CATALYST FOR HER REALISING THAT MARK WAS ABUSIVE AND TOXIC AND POSSESSIVE AND THAT HE SAW HER AS AN OBJECT NOT A PERSON

but the reader still takes the high road, and literally never mentions mark on the internet because she knows it'll only fuel his petty, obsessive bullshit.

And now, the line of the song that I misheard which is part of the reason I started associating it so heavily with this reader, and it legit brought me to tears, which i heard as "Never paid any mind to my brother or friends, so I / shut 'em all out for you 'cause I was a kid" !!!!!

It's the frog getting slowly boiled metaphor; Mark was good to her in a way that she misconstrued to be love, and she clung desperately to him even as he started to be cruel to her, and sew the seeds of doubt in her mind about how she shouldn't need anyone else if she had him, and that no-one else would ever love her because of who she was. BUT TOMMY MENTIONS THAT SHE WAS "around his age" WHEN SHE AND MARK GOT TOGETHER, WHEN THE READER WAS GETTING IN TROUBLE WITH THE LAW -- SHE WAS 16-17!! SHE WAS A CHILD!!! im sad.

However, on a slightly lighter but related note, I can tell you the reason the reader was being reckless as a youth (sad), why she continued to be reckless around Wilbur (less sad) and why that's the exact reason why she first fell in love with him but didn't realise it (sweet)

The delinquent behaviour in the reader's youth was done because after accidentally doing something a little dangerous and getting herself hurt/in trouble, her parents reacted with concern, of course, but she realised that their concern was belied by the worry that they'd look like bad parents, even if they never said it out loud. The reader continued to do dangerous things and getting hurt and in trouble as a teenager because she desperately wanted her parents (and later her teachers/authority figures who she was told would care about the youth) to worry about Her rather than how it reflected on them. -- “they love me, but they don’t…” you sighed sharply, “I embarrassed them a lot as a kid. They’ve never been able to see me as I am now.”

The delinquent behaviour continued when the reader originally met Wilbur because it was habit, because maybe someone, somewhere would worry about her. Except that the most dangerous thing she does is climb on the railing and seem to be balancing precariously by the Thames the day Wilbur shows her around London. After that, he notes that she likes to climb things, that she wants to be tall, but it's things like trees and light posts and the roof but only to stargaze. Because instead of asking Why she's up there, he asks How she got up there, makes a joke that implies that he's concerned about her falling without implying that it would be an issue for Him in any way, then offers to help her down. She likes the feeling of freedom of being up high, but she already knows Wilbur genuinely cares about her.

And that loops right back to the fact that she's loved him from that moment by the Thames, she just didn't realise it was love at the time. HOWEVER, FRANCE -- because in the Cafe, when he says "running away to France is a bit--" but doesn't know how to finish his sentence, the reader is fully anticipating him to call her something along the lines of attention seeking, or that she simply liked making a scene, however instead;

“You ran to another country and not home to your parents,” he says finally, “and I don’t know how to connect that cleanly to the idea that I worry about you, but there’s a link there,” speaking without much thought, he lets the words spill from him, while you’ve gone quiet.

“There’s a link there,” when you echo his words back at him your voice is barely above a whisper, and when he finally looks at you, you’re gazing out of the window that he’d spotted you through, tears in your eyes, “maybe that’s why you’re the only one…”

And she realises that he's seen right through her, and that he's come all this way because he genuinely wants to help her.

Another tangential link and we're going to talk about the two big poems in the fic, starting, of course with You Are Jeff.

The first time the reader brings it up is when she and Wilbur get coffee for the last time. Because her only frame of reference is possessive jealousy when trying to end a relationship, so Wilbur happy to still be her friend was the first inkling for her that 1. Her relationship with Mark was quite unhealthy, and 2. Judging by the stories she's read, what she feels for Wilbur is closer to what they describe love as, than what she feels for Mark, but she's internalised the idea that her happiness and feeling connected to another person is wrong. So the first time she's not thinking about the idea that Wilbur might love her, she's thinking about this part: 'And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired.' and 'like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.'

The second time, in part 2, is the one when Wilbur's dropping the Reader off at the train station, and she's just gotten out of his car. She's trying to be casual, but kisses him before the train leaves so he'll hopefully get the hint that she actually really loves him if he reads the poem. All of it is on her mind this time; she's seen the way Wilbur looks at her, knows the way he touches her, and listens to her, and cares about her. She knows he loves her, but that he won't say the words because she's still with Mark. This time the feeling of doing something terrible is warranted, because she's actively cheating on Mark with Wilbur, who she's very much in love with. But she feels so understood by Wilbur in a way she's never felt before, which is fucking terrifying, but she's not terrified when she's with him, because she can feel how much he loves her. And of course: 'and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.' She knows she loves him, but Mark has always used declarations of love against or to manipulate her, and she still doesn't realise that that isn't really love.

There's one moment where she very deliberately doesn't bring up the poem by name, and that's when Wilbur brings her home from France. Mark telling her that she doesn't know how to love Wilbur kind of shatters her. So she doesn't bring up the poem because if he hasn't read it yet, maybe he doesn't know, and the reader can take the time to determine if she's capable of loving him in the way he deserves, or if after years with Mark she is truly incapable of that. But then even as the reader is saying that she can't speak to him for the foreseeable future, not only does Wilbur respect that, he reassures her that he likes her as a person, and then; "I just want you to remember that it’s all well and good to decide the good people deserve, but you’re people too, and it’s not selfish for someone like you to want happiness.” and the reader quietly quotes the 'something I don't have a name for' because he's just neatly demolished one of the biggest lies she'd told herself for the past few years like it was nothing. And she knows its love. And she desperately hopes she's capable of loving him in the way he deserves.

The last name-only mention is the voice message the reader leaves after she listens to Perfume, because she's done being subtle, she straight up says she's trying to tell him things with this poem, and finally Wilbur reads and understands. But he doesn't bring it up until the car.

Im jumping out of my skin here friend, because the reader is nervous because she's essentially all but telling him that if he wants to know what she really thinks he should read the things she recommends, and so for Wilbur to assure her that he likes how she communicates, and then starts speaking her language, telling her implicitly that he's heard her, and he understands her, I weep.

Actually I think I'm too tired to discuss Boot Theory rn, especially since I also wanted to break down how Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out relates to how Wilbur feels about the reader. Hmmm maybe tomorrow.

But to end on a sweet note, there's a throwaway moment when the reader is starting to join the online space which is -- There’s the briefest glimpse of a blow-up mattress on the floor beside Tommy’s bed in his background.

I need you to know that that moment is in there because on the nights after the breakup when the reader gets concerned, considering Mark lives down the road, and she's uncomfortable sleeping in her own room, she bunks with Tommy. He's incredibly protective of her. I also have more to add about Tommy and Reader's friendship and bond but it's 5am I think I've gone off the shit enough for now.

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"Tonight was so much fun.... I really enjoyed the lights show! I hope you did, too." He smiles, currently walking with Kaede through the snowy city streets. There was an event going on in the main square of the city, that was showing a display of many bright and colorful Christmas lights, along with being able to walk down long paths decorated with lights, too. Being able to enjoy such mesmerizing sights with her, truly made this night feel all the more special... Now, they were on their way to a cafe via train, so that they can enjoy some Christmas cake together.

Once they made it to the train station, there was an indoor waiting area. Finding them a bench to sit at, Shuichi gestures her to sit down next to him. "Looks like it will be some time before our train comes, but that's alright: gives us some time to get some warmth again, ahaha." Taking off his gloves, he blows his breath on his hands to try to warm them up faster. After a moment, he speaks back up. "... S-So! While we're waiting for our train, I thought I would... give you your gifts! I-If that's okay." Shuichi opens up his bag to retrieve the pink gift box from within, before holding it out to her with a soft smile. "Here you go... Merry Christmas, Kaede."

Inside was a variety of things, such as a small bottle of cherry blossom perfume, a pair of red-and-pink rose shaped hairclips, and then... a handmade journal, wrapped with a pink bow. The cover had a design of a bright blue sky on it, and a giant tree, with vines made out of strings of music notes. It was labeled with her name in gold lettering, saying: 'For: Kaede. ♪" While she looks at, Shuichi shyly plays with his fingers, as he mutters: "I, ah.... made you a journal! I even drew the cover myself, h-hehe. U-Um... if you’d like... you can turn to the very first page. A little surprise in there, too... !” And if she does, she will see a small doodle of her, smiling brightly. And a message near it, that says:

 ‘May your Christmas, and the New Year, be nothing but wonderful and happy to you, my beloved pianist.’ -Shuichi ♡

His cheeks were burning a dark red... yet the smile on his face, and the gaze he gives her, only grows warm.. as he gently leans against her. “I thought... maybe that would put a bigger smile on your face, too. H-Hehe... Since.. your happiness, always means the world to me, Kaede. I can’t wait to begin the new year with you... “ Then he leans his head in just a bit closer... before placing the softest kiss to her cheek, then nuzzles it with his own. (I know I’m so late, but I still wanted to send you a little something something!! Merry Christmas~! 📕🌸🌹)

//GIRL, you ALWAYS spoil me with these adorable drabble posts and I love them so freaking much!! I'm just now catching up reading this and another in my inbox, I'm so sorry! Pretty much posting to save this as well but if you ever want me to respond to them with Kaede I'd be more than happy to. My brain just doesn't function so well sometimes to catch up on these. >.<