#but. i'm showing restraint. and i know i should be proud of that because what i really want is to give him anything he asks

[el-im]

i’m being so brave abt it but it’s kind of heartbreaking that he only texts me when he needs something 🙃

[grace-nakimura]

For the anon and, as always @impossibleprincess35 - esp our silly discord chats, which you will find a nugget or two. Nothing triggering besides suggestive language / flirting from two fifty-somethings who still are 100% hot for one another. Not beta'd, because this is the sequels after TFA in which ... I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing and at this point I'm too afraid to ask.

“Ad’ika, your teacher told me you were in a fight today. Is that true?”

Mara, always honest to a fault, doesn’t disappoint: “Yes.” A firm nod. She is even looking directly into Satine’s eyes. She doesn’t flinch anymore, nor does she feel like she should make herself smaller. Satine would feel pride in different circumstances. Instead, Satine raises a brow prompting Mara to explain just as bluntly, “Starkiller stole Skywalker’s toy ship and nearly broke it. Skywalker is really small and I’m not, so I hit Starkiller.” 

Ben’s snort soon turns to a loud oomph when Satine accidentally nudges him in his side. “Mara,” she begins patiently, her voice level. She takes pride in the fact that she has no once raised her voice to her granddaughter; just like she takes pride in the fact she did the same with Korkie, too. “You know that we use our words before our fists. While I am very, very proud that you stood up for someone, I do not approve of your use of violence. You know this.”

“I did use my words, grandma!” Her shoulders sink, dejectedly, and there is nothing ironic about what she says next: “I said, ‘I’m going to hit you if don’t give Skywalker back his toy ship.’ He laughed, so I hit him.”

“Mara, that is not what I meant and you know it,” Satine said sternly and with only a little volume, if only to speak over the snickering auburn haired man that is going to be in as much trouble as their grandchild if he does not stop snickering. Satine snaps her neck towards the former Jedi with a glare. “And what, pray tell, is so amusing, cyare?”

Besides the fact that the ten-year-old in question who is, for all intents and purposes, grounded for at least two days and will be made to apologize to this Starkiller child, hair is in disarray with twigs and covered in sand–which is why they are outside and not inside, even if sand seems to find a way to get into everything no matter what.–from head to toe. Yes. Adorable and amusing, but she knows very well that isn’t what tickles him so much. “Well, cyar’ika, I have to disagree.” Oh no. A slow, sly smile appears on his worn face making him younger than his fifty-odd years. “Mara did use her words. In fact, she showed great restraint, unlike a certain teenaged Mandalorian duchess–”

If looks could kill, Ben would be one with the Force. He doesn’t stop. 

“–so while I do agree that she should face the consequences,” he allows, doing his best to school his features in nothing short of innocence, then turning to the little girl with his reddish-gold hair and her grandmother’s freckles who stares up at him, willing him to continue. She’s still small enough to look up at Ben, but soon enough, if genetics are anything to go by, she will be staring at him eye-to-eye before she reaches fifteen. “I think a simple apology to this Starkiller, and maybe some more meditations would be suitable?” 

Satine considers, chewing the inside of her cheek in thought. “Three hours of meditation–” she speaks above the groans of the displeased ten-year-old, holding up her hand to silence her, “–after you and your grandfather go into Anchorhead to apologize to Starkiller at his farm before the suns go down.” This ultimately meant that Mara would have no free time before she’d be tucked into bed for school the following day, which is exactly how Satine devised it. 

“Yes, ma’am,” the child says oh-so-downtroddingly, looking at the sandy-stone ground in dejection. “I’ll freshen up.” And there she goes, with her head hung low as slow as she could inside, although not before shaking excess sand off, to make her way to the fresher so she could be suitable for the twenty-minuet journey. It’s Satine who finds the will not to be amused, but luckily any amusement disappears as soon as Ben opens his mouth. 

Three decades and he’s still an absolute menace. 

“And you,” her pointer figure jabs his sternum. “If you wish to share my bed, Kenobi, you will never breathe a word of what may-or-may not have happened during that year to our ten year old granddaughter.” She’s supposed to set an example, after all; they both are. The little girl who she’s trying to teach other avenues than violence, a language the child had spoken for a great portion of her life, does not need to know that her grandmother is a pacifist for a reason. 

Besides philosophical and moral reasons, the fact of the matter is the galaxy would’ve burnt a lot quicker if Satine Kryze allowed her anger govern her actions. 

She could wield any blade given to her with grace and almost meticulous accuracy, but the blade she chose as a teenager is the one that wields words, not swords or spears or daggers. 

The menace formerly known as Obi-Wan Kenobi, now known as Ben Kenobi, or Mara’s Grandfather, isn’t deterred. In fact, he slides next to her, beaming, and incadescently happy. “You would be ever so lonely without me, Your Grace,” he drawls, inching his nose towards hers, his hot breath on her face that makes her toes curl even now. “When you’re all alone in that bed, aching, needy for me to fill you up–,” Satine pushes him away half-heartedly, her face all but scarlet. She checks if a pair of little ears overheard, but so far the coast is clear. She hisses his name under her breath and he snickers, rubbing her nose against his as he wraps his arms around her. “Thank you, my love.”

Uh-oh. “For what?” Satine edges cautiously, allowing Ben to pull her closer. He’s been well fed, well rested, and well loved for the past two years. This playful nature only meant disaster for her nerves. 

“For allowing me to wear you out splendidly in that cave on Draboon,” and that it is, with a poodoo eating grin that made his eyes twinkle. “And all the other times after, especially that time on Conrodia–”

Two can play at that game. Without missing a beat she interrupts him, “if I recall, jetti, that nothing was being worn out, or filled for that matter. You’re just lucky that the mess you made still reached it’s target.” And nine months later her belly still swelled with life, and that life created a life of his own, who is probably in the fresher sulking. It does the trick; he’s thoroughly humbled, stammering incoherently as his ears turn a bright red. To soothe such an injury she nips his lips, playfully, “it was the most romantic two minuets of my life.”

“Wicked woman!” He hisses, but there’s no real heat to it. Not when his hands are gripping her backside, pressing her body even closer to his. “You might put your mouth to better use than–”

“What would grandma’s mouth be used for, Grandpa?” And the spell is broken and both are brought back to the real world with a confused child, now freshly cleaned in a tan jumpsuit, peering at the two curiously. Mortification radiates from both of them, but Satine is the one who finds her footing quicker as she untangles herself and turns toward the child in question. 

Her own ears are red. She can feel the burn of mortification, but she manages to stammer out, “Eating dinner! Which is what I will be doing while both of you make your way to Anchorhead like we discussed,” smoothing down her own clothes, her heart thuds wildly in her chest. Mara isn’t a stranger of their more innocent flirtations, or even the exchanging of kisses, but she really doesn’t want to be the one to traumatize her grandchild even further with their more illicit antics. 

Ben’s clears his throat, waving Mara forward. “Come on. Sooner you apologize, the sooner we can eat, and the sooner I can show you the same meditation techniques that my master once taught me.”

Mara eyes them both suspiciously but does as they say and makes her way towards the resting Eopie.

[being-worthy]

A bed, a puppy, and a ring

This is something that I wrote for myself to help lift my mood during this day. It took me longer than expected since I'm not used to writing these stories anymore and much less to write for Slash.

The end is probably too abrupt and sucks, but another thing that I struggle with is putting things into words, especially, dreams.

Enjoy or not.

As the first rays of the morning sun peeked between the curtains on the big bay window, I was jarred out of a peaceful slumber by the insistent rays of the sun, but I had to get up early if I wanted to surprise her on her birthday.

Tilting my head down I see her with her head laying on my chest. I’m not a morning person by any means and I would love nothing more than to spend the day in bed with her, but I needed to check on the surprise I had for her in my studio downstairs and make sure the room was still in one piece. Carefully, I remove her head slowly from my chest placing it on the pillow next to me and turning to the side of the bed to find my pants. I spot them laying on the floor next to the bed and before I can even reach for them, a pair of arms and legs wrap around me like a koala bear and I hear a faint breath saying, “don’t go”. I can’t help the chuckle escaping me at her words.

I caress her arms around my neck my voice still laced with sleep, “I need to check on something. Besides, I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed, birthday girl”. “Nooo~ it’s too early and it’s my birthday and I want you to stay here in bed with me and just lay and enjoy each other and have some mind-blowing orgasms”, letting out a full belly laugh at the last bit. My breathing started speeding up when I felt her placing butterfly kisses on my shoulder moving to my neck and licking my earlobe before taking it between her teeth making me release a groan pressing her bare body to my back wasn’t helping either, and I could feel my restraint slowly slipping away and wanting nothing more than to ravish her again and again; she surely knows how to play dirty. This made me remember how far we got as a couple, especially her as a person making me feel so proud of her and love her even more. The first time I met her she was reserved and had a difficult time expressing herself and trusting others, but it turned out she just had been starved for love and touch for a long time because nobody showed her how she should be loved properly and what it felt like to be loved truly and unconditionally.

I turn my body to face her and engulf her in my arms and kiss her on the lips “I’ll be quick, love, promise” placing another kiss on her sensual lips which had turned into a cute pout. I got up and put on my sweatpants not without hearing a whine which made me turn around give her a grin and made my way out of the bedroom and went downstairs. I quickly went to my studio to check on our new addition to our little family. I had checked on him every couple of hours since I brought him home yesterday evening which wasn’t easy as my girl always knew when I was up to something and it was difficult to keep surprises from her.

Approaching the doggy playpen I prepared for him the night before, I could see he was fully awake, giving small barks away and wiggling his butt and tail non-stop, clearly ready to have fun and get all the cuddles. “Hey, little buddy. How are you this special morning? Ready to meet your mommy?” I ask him while scratching behind his ear and receiving a cheering yip from him. Taking the puppy into my hands we go outside and let him do his business. Once he was done, he comes running back and goes straight to me where I had put some food and changed his water. The food was devoured in no time. I took him into my arms when he was done and started talking to him again, “listen, before we go upstairs to meet your mommy, I need you to be on your best behaviour and be extra good with her, ok?”, the puppy just wriggled from excitement playing with my fingers. “She’s had a tough life and needs lots of love and reassurance. In return, she’ll give you the world, she’ll go to the end of the universe for you, and give you so much care and love that you’ll wonder how you managed to land such a great, wonderful, and breathtaking woman. Okay?” I got a lick across my cheek in return, “I’ll take that you agree with me and will show her your best side. Let me put one last detail on you and we’re ready to go upstairs to meet her”. This was easier said than done since he wouldn’t stop moving but nonetheless, I managed to add a red ribbon with a small box attached to the side of his collar and we made our way upstairs. When we entered the bedroom, I saw she still hadn’t moved from the bed and was still sleeping while clutching my pillow tightly to her chest and face.

The puppy in my arms grew excited the moment he saw another person to play with and wouldn’t stop squirming and barking in my arms, “seems you already fell in love with her, can’t blame you, buddy”. I gently place him on the bed and let him approach her on his own and watch the scene unfold in front of me. The little guy didn’t waste any time and got to her in an instant eager wanting to play with her. Tiny barks came from him and he pawed at her arm to get her attention. She started to squirm around pressing her face further into my pillow, “uhhh… 5 more minutes”, hearing her whine. He tries harder after not getting the desired reaction from her. “Why are you being so persistent this early, Slash?” Another bark directed at her comes out of the dog, this one a bit louder and more insisting and I can see her eyes are slowly opening and getting rid of the last remnants of sleep and take in her surroundings. Once her eyes are fully open and focused in front of her, she makes a move back and sees it’s not me who has been trying to wake her up and get her attention. “What?” was the only word coming out of her mouth and seating up while clutching the sheets to her stark nude body to get a better view of the scene in front of her. “Slash, is there a puppy in our bed?”, she asks me. I can’t help the big smile and reply “surprise, happy birthday, baby girl”.

Reader POV:

“Surprise, happy birthday, baby girl”, I hear Slash say. A puppy. He got me a puppy. My boyfriend got me a puppy! Tears make their way to my eyes and I can’t contain them when I grab the puppy and hug him to my chest while placing kisses all over the puppy’s snout. “I hope those are happy tears, love”, I hear him ask. “Happy? I’m all over the moon! I’m holding a puppy and not just any puppy, but the cutest and fluffiest puppy in the whole wide world! You’ve always given me the most extraordinary presents, querido, even if I don’t need them but only you”. I crawl on my knees to his lap as best as I can with the puppy in my arms feeling Slash’s big and warm hands find their place on my hips making sure I don’t fall and bringing me closer to him without crushing our new family member. I place a kiss on his forehead followed by two more one on each of his cheeks, another kiss on the tip of his nose, and another longer one on his full lips. We must’ve been kissing longer than expected since the puppy started barking at us and mouthing at my arm not liking the fact that he currently wasn’t being the centre of attention. “Awww~ no need to be jealous, little one. I’ve got kisses for you too” and started to give him some kisses too. “Maybe I didn’t think this quite through. I don’t want to be cockblocked by a dog in my own bed in my own house”. “Too late. Geralt is already a family member and cannot be taken away from me”.

“Geralt? Really?! Not only do you’ve to thirst after the character in the show, but name the dog after him too?” tossing his head back and groaning in mock annoyance. “You know you’re the only man I thirst for, querido”, I seductively whisper into his ear earning the reaction I was hoping for when I feel him gradually growing beneath me and placing kisses on his neck and leaving hickeys here and there. Before things could escalate, I feel something drop on my lap breaking away from the kiss, I direct my view towards the object in my lap. I gently take the box and examine it, “what’s this?”. Opening the box, I see a ring inside and two words are written on the inside of the top lid that said ‘marry me?’. My eyes were the size of saucers looking straight at his and my heart was beating so fast I thought it’d jump out of my chest. “Sweetheart, I know this is usually done after a romantic dinner and I’d get down on one knee telling you how special you are to me, but I can’t wait anymore and we don’t have to get married right away, I just want you to know that I want to spend forever and ever with you by my side”, I couldn’t hold my tears back anymore and was already sobbing so hard that he looked at me with a worry expression on his face. “Love, you’re starting to scare me”. “Do you… do you really want to marry me?” A full teeth smile makes it across his face, “every day for the rest of our lives”.

[fadingmuse]

he's been on my mind a lot lately. the scene that keeps replaying itself in my head is the one where he actually confessed his feelings for me.

the reason why i rarely talked about it is because even i thought it was a fever dream. back then i was giddy about it, but now? i'm just bewildered.

i seriously don't know what went through that man's head for him to think that it was a good idea. i'm proud of myself for having restraint and act like i didn't hear him, but still, what the fuck? he should've known better. i mean, i was nowhere near graduation ffs.

we were just sitting in silent, weren't even talking! and out of nowhere he whispered those words like a sacred mantra. fucking hell i thought i was about to explode.

he said, 'nevermind' when i said i didn't hear him, and being the child i was, i kept on insisting that he should tell me. though now that that i think about it, i don't know if i actually wanted him to say it again or was just testing his limits. in the end, i'm glad he came to his senses and stood his ground. never spoke a word of it again.

i'm estatic that we didn't cross a line back then. i think i would hate him now if something did happen, cause it shows that he's not that good of a person after all.

but now? if we meet again, after all that've happened? me in my 20s and him in his early 30s?

it's still morally wrong but fucking hell i would. i definitely would.

[shihalyfie]

From one Appmon enjoyer to another, do you know what this series' standing with Bandai/Toei is? It really feels like the Appmon's inclusion and exclusion with the rest of the franchise is constantly pinballing. It's included in stuff like the anime anniversaries, the Digimon museum and is at least acknowledged in the questionnaire for the upcoming 25th anniversary book, but then it's a no show for the vote for best anime opening and the manga is missing from the manga competition PV. Any idea?

I've noticed this too, and this is only my personal observation and take on the issue, but the way I've been seeing it is like this: the Toei side (Digimon Partners, Kizuna website timeline, aforementioned museum, basically anything that has a stronger emphasis on anime production) has  been showing no restraint about treating it like another Digimon anime and including it proudly in the lineup with everything else, whereas the Bandai side (Digimon Web, card game, Premium Bandai, etc.) has been waffling on whether to consider it as part of the franchise or not and has been more flip-floppy on it, probably leaning more on the side of excluding it.

I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that part of this is another of the Digimon franchise's usual "right hand not talking to left hand" issue. Toei produced the Appmon anime and thus understands very well that it's pretty much the same as any other Digimon anime in terms of substance, writing style, story concept, and even production pipeline (the Appmon staff list is full of people who worked on older Digimon anime too, after all). So to them, Appmon really is the same as any other Digimon anime and is another part of their portfolio they should be proud of.

However, Bandai has a much weaker relationship with the anime, and things get much more complicated when you start taking into account all of the Appmon-related things that are not anime. When you consider the Appmon "IP" as a whole, it is true that at first glance, it looks more like a spinoff branch than anything (it has its own website portal too, so someone giving it only a cursory glance could easily assume that there's no point putting Appmon things on Digimon Web because the dedicated Appmon site takes care of that), it had its own card game, it had its own trademark registrations, and its monster lines and evolutionary systems are somewhat more incompatible with the main Digimon lines than even the Xros Wars lines used to be. I imagine someone working with Digimon-related stuff at Toei is probably going to have a much higher likelihood of understanding how close of a relationship Appmon had in practice with the mainline series than someone at Bandai who only got a list of all the relevant merch lines and naturally jumped to the conclusion "yeah this is a spinoff branch, ignore it for now." Most of the people reading my blog here are probably coming from the anime fan perspective, but it's important to remember that the anime is only one part of the entire IP's branding.

In other words, it's basically the inverse of that really awkward period between 2014 and 2019 when the Bandai side had no problem treating 02 as normal while Toei was treating it like some kind of cryptid.

Another thing to consider is that, as much as it breaks my heart to say this, it is true that there is a certain not-insignificant branch of the Japanese fanbase that absolutely loathes Appmon with all of their being, or at least wants it to stay as far away from their precious Digimon franchise as much as possible. This attitude is much less pronounced in the Western fanbase (or at least, if you do have a condescending attitude about it you'll easily get a whole crowd of fans treating you like a laughingstock) mainly because to be this hardcore of a Digimon fan at all means you really need an extra level of dedication, but I have definitely seen an entire Japanese Digimon fan camp that cares more about the Digimon null canon and species/evolutionary lineup than they really care about any anime or anime story at all. To them, it doesn't matter how close the anime was in style to the traditional Digimon style, it doesn't even matter if the anime was good or not, Appmon was still that weird thing that threatened to dismantle all the existing Digimon lore they'd built up over the years and turn it into something unrecognizable, so they want nothing to do with it.

Even ones who aren't downright condescending about it still clearly don't want to see them mixing; I was watching a Japanese YouTube video recapping the history of the Digimon franchise, and once they got to the 2014-2018 period, they labeled it "heaven and hell" due to the rather turbulent period that was and labeled different parts of it "heaven" or "hell", but Appmon was branded "not sure if it's heaven or hell" because the YouTuber's attitude was basically treating it as a financial and branding failure that attempted to completely go off in a weird direction, and although he did acknowledge "people who watched the anime said it was actually pretty good, though" it was treated like a comparative footnote. And unfortunately, this part of the fanbase is responsible for funding a good chunk of the franchise in terms of merch, especially the card game, which is the franchise's current effective life support and is a reason I'm particularly apprehensive about whether Appmon will ever be able to get any representation there.

But on the flip side, things like Digimon Partners don't have to worry about that -- because anything that selects for the anime-loving part of the fanbase is therefore also likely to be more closely targeting people who care about the anime, and therefore are more likely to care about Appmon. Like for instance, the fact Offmon actually was a winner in one of the merch polls; I'm not too surprised that happened on Partners, but I'm definitely not as confident that would have happened on Digimon Web. Digimon anime fans are generally the ones who are most consistent about wanting to see Appmon included in the lineup (and, I mean, really, I don't exactly know anyone who actually liked the Appmon card game, and very few people played the 3DS game, so the anime and to a lesser degree the manga based directly on it are honestly the only parts of that entire IP branch that actually got any significant following), so it's understandable that the Toei side would be more likely to pick up on that and be more proactive about it. Which, mind you, is still something that's only specific to the last few years; after all, it wasn't even that long ago since they were in that phase of everything besides the original Digimon Adventure being unworthy of note, so it's really thanks to their attempts at restoring their relationship with the fanbase and improving their PR that they've been making headway at since 2020.

[arialerendeair]

Hey quick question, how much knowledge of Shadowhunters do I need to be able to thoroughly enjoy that crossover with Sandman you’re writing? Cause I’ll be honest I barely managed to finish the first season but I really enjoy your writing and take on Hob and Dream, so I want to know if I should look for a quick summary or maybe if what I remember will be enough?

Ps i love your take on Hob becoming Hope, I’ve probably read the whole thing at least 3 time in the last week and a half. And the Vengeance fic was amazing, didn’t know I needed to read Hob being so vindictive

So that's a great question, and especially relevant for the crossover that I'm working on that's going to blow past 40k because I have no restraint whatsoever. (There is one I've already written that you should read - I'm STUPID proud of it.)

Anyways - you know enough about the world that you'll be fine. The one thing that you won't have are a few pieces of Malec and their pasts. So things like - who Magnus' father is (he shows up in Season 3), and what that means for Magnus' heritage. Also Magnus and Alec get married at the end of Season 3 so THAT is a thing, and the fact that they are non-stop ride or die for each other is ALSO a thing. With that knowledge, should get you about 90% of what you need and the rest is just incorporated into the story!!

Ahhhhhhh, I'm so glad that you love the Hob as Hope fic (and series!), I'm very proud of how it's turned out and I've got a bunch of plans for more things that I want to write in the future!

I've written a few more BAMF Hob fics (because I cannot resist it's just a fact at this point) and there will be BAMF Hope!Hob coming up too!

[tmlfan1977]

Well, 2 days ago we went on our trip to Canada's Wonderland. Let's break it down:

Friday night, my nephew Keith and his friend Dallas came to spend the night at my place as we were heading out extremely early the following morning. We ordered pizza, watched a couple of concerts on the tube, and basically just shot the shit. It was around 10pm when I decided we should all call it a night as 5:00am came early.

One problem......

Throughout the night, I drank a little too much Pepsi. 3/4 of a 2 litre bottle to be exact. To make a long story short, I did not, nor could not sleep. Keith was by-and-large in the same boat, so we ended up talking until about 2am when he finally crashed. I played his Switch for a little while and dicked around on the computer until about 4:30, about the time I got everyone up because we had to be on the bus for downtown at 5:40.

I made Keith an 'energy drink slushie', and made the troops some french toast so they wouldn't be hungry during the morning.

We made it downtown by 6:15 and caught the GO bus to the Square One terminal in Mississauga, where we had arrived at 7:55. After some minor confusion as to where our connecting bus would be located, we boarded at 8:25 and arrived at Canada's Wonderland by 9:30.

At that point, they were already letting people in the gate, although none of the rides would be operational until 10am. We walked through the metal detectors, had our tickets scanned and away we went into the park.

We made a beeline to Medieval Faire to the right of International Street because our game plan was to ride Leviathan first. For those who don't know, Leviathan is the tallest, longest and fastest Giga-Coaster in all of Canada. From what I had heard, it is the most popular ride and often has the longest queue.

This wasn't the case for us! Most of the queue was empty and we managed to make it pretty close to the ride itself. Of course by this point, we still had to wait as it wasn't quite 10am yet. But once it was officially running, we were on within minutes!

Keith was very apprehensive about riding Leviathan, but insisted on doing it, although I told him multiple times that he didn't have to if he didn't want. But, he went through with it!

I can describe Leviathan in only one word...... INTENSE! That first drop, and well, virtually every drop during the ride lifts you right out of your seat! Between the height and the speed, I swear we were out of our seats more than we were in! Upon completion, Keith was incredibly shaken up and overwhelmed, and it more or less deterred him from wanting to ride more coasters. But I give him huge props. Takes some intestinal fortitude to take on a ride of that magnitude, so I'm definitely a proud Uncle. As for me, I absolutely loved it!

From there, we decided to slow things down a bit as Keith wanted to ride Viking's Rage, which is an old school swinging ship that has been at Wonderland since the park opened in 1981. Always a fun ride, especially if you sit on one of the end seats, as they provide the best air time!

We then hit Dragon Fyre, a steel looping coaster (also a 1981 original). I used to LOVE this coaster when I was a kid, but somewhere along the line, that ride got ROUGH. My head was bouncing against the restraints like no tomorrow, especially through the corkscrew. I was incredibly light-headed when I exited. Thinking I may have to boycott that one on principle.

Next, Keith and Dallas wanted to ride Spinovator, basically a super fast tilt-a-whirl type ride.

After that we walked around a bit. Keith and Dallas wanted to check out a couple of shops, including a candy store. Heading over to the Grand Exposition area of the park, we were just in time to see the diving show. This show has been a Wonderland staple since 1981, where divers jump from atop Wonder Mountain over a waterfall into the water below. It was very short as there were only 4 divers, but entertaining nonetheless.

We eventually came upon Windseeker.. Picture a rotating swing ride, but a couple hundred feet in the air! Keith and Dallas gave a unanimous "hell no" on that one, so I rode alone. Having not gone in 14 years, this was my first time on it.

It's difficult to describe this one. When you're at the very top swinging around, you get this sensation as though you're almost flying. You're so high up, you barely hear the hustle and bustle of the park below. The wind hit different..... a very freeing feeling, if that makes any sense. I had my arms up for the entire time. I think serene is the word I'm looking for here. My only chagrin with Windseeker is that it was way too short. I would've loved to have spent at least another minute or two up there.

Next to Windseeker was a dive coaster called Yukon Striker. Evidently the tallest, fastest and longest dive coaster in the WORLD. Again, I flew solo on this one. It was probably the longest wait time of the day, but even still it wasn't that bad. The line had stopped for around 10 minutes as there were apparently issues with the ride. But once it got moving again, I was on in no time.

Now, Yukon Striker's trains are different than your average coaster. Each train is only 3 rows deep, with 8 riders in each row. At the end of the queue, staff delegates where you sit. You don't get to choose. So, I made it up there, and I was told to sit in the front row! I had no complaints as in my experience, the front row is always the best way to experience a coaster!

So as the ride leaves dock, the floor underneath disappears and you're left with feet dangling. You go around a corner before you reach the lift. Upon reaching the top, it makes another right turn and then inches......ever......so......slowly to the edge of that first dive. Of course I'm in the front, so I'm seeing nothing but my feet dangling in front of me, like I'm going to fall off the edge of this thing. Then without warning, down we go! The ride was insane with so many different inversions. You eventually reach a second dive point where you're inched closer to the edge yet again, albeit not as high as the first. Still exhilarating nonetheless.

Once that was done, Keith wanted to ride Thunder Run, which is a coaster that runs through the park's Wonder Mountain (the centerpiece of the park). Another fairly short line! We rode in 2 separate cars, one behind the other because there was no way we were both squeezing our asses into the same one. lol Without question, Thunder Run is still a hell of a lot of fun. It's a short ride, so they send you through twice. Hasn't changed a bit from when I was a kid. A point of interest I noticed as well is that the front of the trains sported the ORIGINAL Canada's Wonderland logo from the 80's. Loved that they kept that!

So, after Thunder Run it was close to 2pm and we were all getting a little famished. So we decided to eat at new place that was just built at Wonderland a couple of years ago called Lazy Bear Lodge. A rustic-style restaurant that served mostly BBQ fare. I had Korean style BBQ chicken, with potato wedges and cornbread. Keith had beef brisket, pit-smoked mac & cheese and cornbread. Dallas had chicken fingers, wedges and cornbread. It was a damn good meal to say the least. The only caveat was Keith's mac & cheese. Not the greatest taste, and was served cold. All I want to know is where the hell I can get that sauce they put on my chicken. Damn that was good!

We were ready to leave Lazy Bear Lodge, but Keith first had to use the facilities. About 15 minutes had passed when he hadn't yet returned. Concerned, Dallas went to the washroom to check on him, only to find out that he was TRAPPED in the bathroom stall, and she had to get restaurant staff to help him get out. I guess the lock handle was wedged and wouldn't budge. Eventually he was set free. No harm, no foul...... Ok, maybe a little foul. lol

So from there, we headed to another souvenir / candy shop and then made our way to Canterbury Theatre in Medieval Faire to catch their stage production. This year's was called "Cirque de Ambiente". I wanted to make sure we were there early for the 4pm show as I wanted good seats as a result of my limited sight. We managed to score front row center!

This show was AMAZING. This was stuff you would see on America's Got Talent. They had jugglers with glow-in-the-dark bowling pins. Roller Bladers, acrobatics, curtain climbers, hula-hoopers, etc. I was in awe from start to finish.

After the show, Keith wanted to ride Thunder Run again, this time with Dallas. So I found a place in the shade to sit and wait for them. This was the least eventful part of the day for me as I had sat there for 45 minutes. When running on no sleep, it felt like an eternity. But they had a blast, so it was all good.

We then went to the arcade. Keith had been wanting to play some games all day so I thought I'd oblige and buy some tokens. I had intended on spending $20 (the equivalent of 100 tokens), but for $30, you got 200 so I went with that. Most of the games there awarded you tickets. After you've redeemed enough, you can trade them in for a plethora of prizes. The games themselves were fun. I find I had the biggest payout playing "Piano Tiles". A game where you have to press huge clunky buttons in correspondence to what you see on-screen...... and fast. I did great at first, but got a little sloppy the more I played, so I cut my losses. I also tried my hand at Pac-Man, Wheel of Fortune and a few others. Keith played basically the same ones I did. We rounded the arcade off with a game of 'air hockey', only this table was unique as it was sloped on both sides. Made for a unique experience. Problem with air hockey is, Keith and I play a little TOO aggressively and I wound up hurting my arm while playing. (P.S. I still won!)

After the arcade, I was in desperate need of another adrenaline boost as I was running on fumes at this point. So Keith rode Spinovator for the second time, this time with me. I don't know if it's just me, but I don't remember that ride being so damn fast! No complaints though!

So back to shopping we went after that. Keith got a stuffed axolotl with 'Canada's Wonderland" printed on the stomach, and I bought my mom a keychain.

We decided to head to the front of park and get some funnel cakes. My love for this dessert knows no limits! It was the first I'd had in 14 years. Couldn't get over the price as they were now $17.99 a pop. I still say you get your money's worth because those things are HUGE. I grabbed my plate and I swear it weight a good 2-3 pounds.

Keith had never tried funnel cake before, and as it turns out, he didn't like it. That really surprised me actually, because let's face it...... What's not to like? Dallas ate most of her's but couldn't quite polish it off. I finished mine, but it took some effort! It's easy to underestimate just how filling those things are! I certainly enjoyed it after all of these years!

I'd decided at that point that I was done going on rides for the day. I was too full and too tired. So we hit a couple of souvenir shops near the front of the park. One of which had mostly Wonderland apparel. I was gutted because in one section of the first store, they had 40th Anniversary apparel sporting the original logo (the aforementioned one that was on the Thunder Run trains). Problem was, they were only available in small and medium sizes. Needless to say, I'm neither small, nor medium. Wonderland's 40th Anniversary was 2 years ago, and they were trying to get rid of what was left by selling it for 50% off. I would've been all over that t-shirt if only they had it in my size.

We then went to the other souvenir shop located at the front gate, which had a little bit of everything. After walking around a few times, I'd decided to wait outside the store. Dallas came out with a surprise for me. She had bought me a Canada's Wonderland pin sporting that original logo!!! I thought that was so incredibly thoughtful, and it meant so very much that she would do that for me.

Anyway, it was getting dark and we decided to head back to the Frontier Canada area of the park to find a refresh station for one last refill before we left. Now I have to say, their unlimited drink refill package is WORTH IT. For only $18.99, they give you a souvenir cup which allows for free refills for the ENTIRE day with only a 15 minute wait between each. On a hot day, this package is a godsend, because I assure you, you would be paying a hell of a lot more out of pocket throughout the day for each individual drink!

So, we exited the park about 9:30pm and headed to the bus terminal which is located to the left of the parking lot. A bit of a walk from the gate. The bus came at 10:25. We were back at Square One by about 11:15. We waited an hour there for our connecting bus, ad we were back in Guelph by 1:40. After calling a cab, we'd reached my apartment by 2am.......and in bed by 2:01. lol

Yesterday was strictly a day to recuperate. We didn't do a whole lot aside from chill and relax. I made Keith and Dallas corn on the cob for dinner. I think that was about the extent of my activity that day. Dallas was picked up around mid-afternoon and Keith went home shortly after.

It goes without saying that this was one of the best weekends I've had in a VERY long time. A way to destress and just have pure FUN. One of my big concerns was how I'd handle the rides at my age. Turns out...... even at 46....... I still have that need for speed!

[yourmidnightlover]

showing you

Summary: spencer gets a bit insecure with his body but doesn't let reader know until she starts doubting herself. when she figures it out, she makes sure to show spencer just how much she loves him.

TW: spencer's tummy insecurities, blowjob, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, allusions to sub/dom dynamic i guess?

WC: 3,958

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you weren't stupid. you had noticed the change in spencer's behavior. you just didn't really know what was causing it, is all.

after spencer began teaching at georgetown, he started closing himself off a bit. you had visited him while lecturing beforeand you saw how beloved he was, especially by his female students. first you thought about all of those young girls, but then you remembered how that's not the kind of man spencer was.

so now you were back to being confused.

he was more distant than he's been in the past. when you would go to bed and try to cuddle with him, he would just pull away and roll over to the other side. being so understanding, you would let him be, thinking he'd open up when he's ready.

when you would make the two of you dinner on a rare day off from the bureau, he would either barely eat any of it or he'd just go back to the room altogether.

when you both went out with the team he would mostly just remain in the booth. you could usually get him to dance with you a few times before you decided to call it a night, but you couldn't even do that.

and in the bedroom, he would mostly focus on you, which isn't a bad thing at all. it's just... different. you hadn't actually had sex with each other in around three weeks, something you didn't want to push on him because obviously... no. but you couldn't help but wonder why he didn't want to.

you had started thinking, and that could be a scary place for you sometimes. you started thinking maybe he wasn't attracted to you anymore.

it made sense in your mind. the way he wouldn't dance with you anymore, wouldn't sit down for a meal with you, didn't want to have sex anymore, everything. it was the only logical thing you could think of as to why his behavior started to change.

you could either mope around because he's been acting different or now you could rekindle that flame. so you came up with a plan.

"spencer?" you approached him after you got out of the shower, a towel wrapped snug around your torso.

"yea, sweetie?" he asked, looking up from the spot in his book.

"i was thinking..." you trailed off, "we have a couple days off from the bureau and it's been a while since we've had a date night," your aided your eyebrows suggestively.

"you want to have a date night?" he asked in return, sitting up in the bed to get a better look at you.

"mmhmm," you nodded your head enthusiastically as you drew your bottom lip between your teeth.

"how does tonight sound?" he smiled at your reaction. you nodded your head once more. "ok great! i'll make reservations at- y'know what? it'll be a surprise. dress nicely, alright?" he said with a devious grin.

"sir, yes, sir," you smiled, making your way to his side of the bed.

you placed your hands on the sides of his face as he looked up and down your towel clad body, a smirk on his face. you connected your lips gently, surprised when he kissed back as fervently as he did. his hands quickly found your waist, making you chest to chest.

"7:30?" he asked once more, earning a muffled 'mmhmmm' against his lips.

"i'm gonna start getting ready, alright?" you said as you ran your hand through his hair.

"mmkay," he mumbled, his thumbs stroking your sides before you slowly ripped yourself away from him.

since it was already 2 in the afternoon, you had a bit of cushion time to get ready. you decided to wear your natural hair, a feature spencer really liked about you. you also did your makeup pretty natural. you applied a little bit of concealer, powder, bronzer, blush, and mascara.

for clothes, you opted for a white bodycon dress that went mid thigh and had a tiny slit for cleavage.

when you were finally ready, it was just past 7. you stepped out of the bathroom after doing some finishing touches on your hair and stepping into some white pumps.

you made your way into your shared bedroom, slowly running your hand along the doorframe as you admired the view in front of you.

spencer stood in the mirror, attempting to straighten his tie, with a navy blue suit on. his undershirt was a lighter shade of blue, his shoes black. when he turned to face you, you could see his face turning several shades of rouge.

"you look great, spence," you smiled as you began to walk towards him.

"i-you-i um... you look beautiful," he replied, biting his bottom lip gently as you placed your hand on his chest.

"thank you," you hummed as you wrapped your other arm around his body, really just to pull him closer to you. "i love you," you said so softly it was nearly inaudible.

you had said the usual 'love you's' nearly every night you had together as well as in public when on cases. but saying 'i love you' is extremely different than saying 'love you'.

saying 'i love you' is giving your own love to another person. it's letting them have full reign over your heart no matter how they plan on using it. saying 'love you' is only giving them a portion of your love. you still have that restraint and construction that doesn't allow you to be as vulnerable as when you say the 'i'.

"love you too, sweet girl. always," he replied, placing a kiss atop your head as he snaked his arms around your torso. "when did you get this dress? i don't remember seeing it before," he asked, resting his chin on your head.

"last weekend when you didn't want to go out, the girls and i went shopping. it was on sale; 25% off. i thought it was a pretty good deal," you smugly mumbled against his chest.

"that's my girl," he chuckled before you released him from your grip. "ready to go?"

"yup. i'm just gonna get my purse and we can head out," you motioned towards the living room.

you would normally be the one to drive since he has his anxieties about the road and all, but since he made the place a surprise it was on him to get the both of you there on time. he rested one hand on your thigh as his other was used to steer. you placed your hand on top of his, interlacing your fingers.

you didn't understand what was wrong. maybe he was faking the whole 'normal spencer' act? he's not acting like he doesn't love you right now. he seemed pretty attracted to you earlier when you came into the bedroom. you just didn't understand. you needed answers, but you could get those later.

when you finally arrived, you recognized the restaurant from one of rossi's spiels about which places serve 'the most authentic italian food he's had besides himself, of course'.

"rossi would be proud, spence," you chuckled as he opened the door for you.

"i actually had him pull a few strings with the owner of this place, apparently they're old family friends?" he said, placing a hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked to the host. "two for spencer reid please," the host looked at the clipboard on the podium before looking back up and giving the two of you a smirk.

"right this way, please," he smiled at spencer who looked at you with his lips pressed together in anticipation.

you followed the man up a set of stairs before he opened a large door for the two of you. you walked out, arm intertwined with spencer's, and found you were on the rooftop of the restaurant.

there was greenery all around you, fairy lights adorning every surface to give an amazing ambiance that set the most romantic mood imaginable. there was a small wooden table in the center of the floor, lit by one candle. there was a single red rose, obviously there to signify a meaning.

"i think those strings are pretty well tied, spence," you chuckled he began leading you to the table.

"i'm glad you like it," he removed his arm from yours so he could pull a chair out for you, pushing it back in once ready.

"it's so beautiful. the rose is a nice touch, too. was that your idea or rossi's?" you chuckled as you picked up the red flower to smell it.

"mine, actually," he smiled widely. "i've realized how long it's been since we've gone out together, and i wanted to do something special for you," he said as he sat beside you, taking your hand in his.

"i feel special right now," you smiled, placing a small kiss to his hand and never wanting to let go.

the rest of dinner went smoothly. you didn't ask him about his behavior, you felt like that was something that should be done in private.

now that you had gotten back home, you kicked off your heels, being sure to put them on your shoe rack to avoid later havoc, and sat down on the couch.

"wine?" spencer asked as he made his way to the kitchen.

"oh, i'm alright. i had some with dinner, thank you," you smiled as you waited for him to return.

once he got back, he placed two cups of iced water down on the coffee table and sat beside you. you curled into his side instinctively, feeling his muscles tense from the contact. you pulled back, searching his face for any discomfort.

"spencer...?" you whispered in his direction.

"yea, sweet girl?" he whispered back, you took a deep breath.

"are-are we okay?" you mumbled, not bothering to look at him.

"what do you mean? of course we're okay. we're okay, right?" he asked, backing up from you so he could get a better look.

"yes! but..." you trailed off, trying to find the courage. "it's just that lately you've been kind of off. you haven't been cuddling with me," you motioned to the couch. "you haven't danced with me like you used to. tonight's the first time we've been out in nearly a month. you won't even have sex with me. and..." you took a deep breath, "you haven't said 'i love you' in a really long time."

there was a pause. a long one. it was longer than a plank minute. you weren't looking at spencer at all, avoiding his eye contact in pure fear, just waiting for his answer.

"i'm sorry," he replied.

just an i'm sorry. now you knew, you were done. he didn't love you. it was all a show. he just wanted to make up for the past few weeks tonight, give you one last amazing memory before he broke the tie.

he would leave you. wondering what you did wrong. wondering why he had to go. wondering why you weren't good enough. you felt the tears in your eyes well up.

"don't cry, sweetie. i'm not-i'm not, we're okay,"he corrected, his hands cupping your face and wiping your teary cheeks clean. "i was just apologizing for me. i've been..." he sighed. "i've been gaining weight," now he was the one whispering.

"weight?" you sniffled, your hands ghosting over his on your face.

"yea," he replied, dropping his hands. "i've just been a bit insecure about it. that's why when we would cuddle i'd move away, i didn't want you to catch on to the weight," he shrugged.

"and the dancing...?"

"basically the same reason."

"and the going out?"

"i didn't want you to realize that some of my pants don't... they don't fit anymore," he winced as if the reveal hurt him.

"and the sex? you're still...?" you asked for reassurance.

"are you kidding? of course i'm attracted to you. do you see yourself?" he huffed in disbelief. "i just didn't want you to see me. my stomach, or arms," he sighed once more

"spencer, honey," you scooted closer to him on the couch, placing a hand on his shoulder and face. "i love you. you. you and your genius mind. the most romantic dates you plan for me. i love the way you lick your lip when you concentrate. the way you rub your hands together when you're presenting the profile. i love the rants you go on about anything and everything. i love you, spencer. and for the weight, that's perfectly alright. i love all of you," you placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

"i'm sorry i didn't talk to you about it sooner," he whispered against your mouth.

"it's alright spence. i understand," you sighed as he began kissing down your jawline. "i love you so, so much. you have no idea."

"i think i have a bit of an idea," he hummed against your neck.

"how about i show you?" you gave him a sly grin, your hands wandering to his belt buckle to undo it.

"oh-o-okay," he gave a small smile to you as you finally undid his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down together. you gently grasped his length, planting a kiss at the tip and trailing them down his shaft. "pl-please, y/n."

"shhh, i've got you, baby boy," you quieted him.

you licked a long stripe along the prominent vein, making sure to keep your eyes on him as you did so. his eyes fluttered shut, rolling to the back of his head as your tongue got higher on his length. once you got to the top, you gradually took him in. you hollowed your cheeks and pressed your tongue on the underside of his cock.

"fuck, y/n," he moaned, his hands reaching for your hair but hesitating whilst waiting permission.

"go ahead, you can touch me," you pressed his hand to the top of your head. "today's all about you, sweet boy."

when you went back to your ministrations, you made sure to use your hand on the rest of his dick that wouldn't fit in your mouth. you bobbed your head up and down, mostly guided by spencer's hold on you.

going by spencer's pace, it was rather quick and steady. you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes. you were tempted to blink them away but you couldn't not watch him in his euphoric state.

his head was tilted back, not enough to make it impossible to see his face. his eyes were lidded as his mouth was slightly agape, his breathing becoming more and more unsteady the longer you went on.

"oh my god, can i cum, mommy?" he asked in a high pitched voice, you hummed around his length as you continued to bob your head. "really? i can cum?" you quickly took your head off of his length for the shortest of seconds.

"go ahead, cum for me," and you dropped your head back on his length.

"oh thank you," he sighed in relief and gratitude. "thank you, ohh fuck yes, mommy," he groaned as he came down your throat with more 'thank you's and 'oh my god's.

"are you alright, sweet boy?" you asked as you rose to your knees.

"i'm more than alright, y/n," he said as he gripped your waist, pulling you onto his lap. "god, i love you so much," he began kissing your jawline once more.

"really? i had no idea," you joked as you tilted your head for better access.

"how about i show you?" he asked, his hands trailing down to your hips.

"you know how much i would love that, but i want to focus on you tonight. is that alright, bunny?" you asked, your hand gripping his chin softly to make him face you.

you had called him bunny once you found out how much he liked it when you rode him. he loved watching the way your breasts would bounce as you plopped down on him, not to mention how good and deep he could get inside you.

because of how much he liked it, doing that was always a treat for him. when he was especially good for you, did really good on a case, or when it was a special occasion you would allow it.

"yes, ma'am. it's alright," he nodded best he could with your hold on his chin. "b-but i want to taste you so bad," he pleaded, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

"really? you wanna taste me so bad, honey?" you asked, your hand trailing down to his jawline as he nodded eagerly. "mmm, since you're just so cute i guess i'll let you."

"really?" his eyes widened.

"yea, really," you smiled at his surprise. "let's go to the bedroom now," you said as you rose off his lap, knowing spencer wasn't far behind you on your walk to the room.

you sat down at the bed, your feet dangling over the edge. spencer made his way to his knees, sitting down in front of you and looking up at you with pleading eyes.

"go ahead, bunny. you have permission to touch me all night," you granted him, your hand going to his hair as he pushed your dress up to slip off your underwear, beginning to pepper kisses along your thighs slowly.

his tongue made one stripe along your folds, your head shooting back with a loud moan. large hands grasped your hips to keep you near his face, knowing you would be squirming away eventually, as he continued to lap up your arousal.

"you're such a good boy, spencer," you praised him, noticing the affect the compliment had on him as he became much eager. "just like that, right there, right there, YES!" you hollered as you tugged his hair to bring him closer to you.

spencer had always been one for praise. part of you wondered why, but the other part didn't even care because you loved praising him. you call him your good boy because that's what he is. he's your good boy.

part of him being your good boy was him always being able to send you over the edge so quickly, and only by using his mouth.

"ohhh fuck! yes, spencer," you gripped his hair by the roots, a groan leaving his mouth and sending you into oblivion.

you practically had to tear him off of you, he's such an overachiever. he had a wide smile on his face as you brought him up to kiss you before he had even wiped your juices off his face.

"lay back, bunny," you motioned to the headboard. "i'm gonna ride you tonight."

"really?" he asked yet again.

"yes, really," you nearly laughed out. "do you wanna take your shirt off or leave it on?" you asked as you crawled on top of him.

"i um, i can take it off," he nodded.

"want me to do it for you, sweetie?" you asked, your hands finding their way to his chest as he nodded his head slowly. "alright."

so you did just that. you undid every button on his shirt, kissing every inch of skin as it was revealed to you until it was all the way off.

"mmm, you're such a pretty boy, spencer," you traced kisses back up to his neck, nipping his jawline gently as you placed him at your entrance. "my pretty boy."

"yo-your's. i'm a- i'm all your's," he huffed out as you slowly sank down on his length. "oh my god... feels so good," he groaned as he took your breasts in both of his hands.

"yea? you like the way my pussy feels around your pretty dick, bunny?" you enticed, enjoying the way his dick twitched inside of you. "ohh you like it when mommy talks to you too, huh? you like it when i talk about how good, how deep you get inside of me. how much i love those pretty little moans coming from you right now," you groaned out, feeling yourself get closer with every bounce and roll of your hips.

"mo-mommy, please," he shrieked out. "oh feels so good, wet, tight," he moaned, his hips bucking up to meet your pace.

you placed your hands on his chest as you began moving your hips at a much more rapid pace, not missing the way his thrusts followed suit. he always was an eager little bunny.

normally, you'd get on to him for being such a greedy brat but since he'd been such a good boy for you all night you'd oblige and let him have his fun.

"keep going, sweet boy," you encouraged him. "i'm so close, spence. come inside of me," you demanded.

much like you riding him, him being able to come inside of you was a treat. it was a reward for good behavior, because that's what he loves the most. because if you thought he liked you riding him, he was absolutely feral when it comes to being able to come undone inside of your body, feeling that close and intimate with you.

"i-i'm gonna come," he whimpered. "oh my god i'm gonna come."

"go ahead, bunny. i want your cum all inside me, baby. let it out," you egged him on.

what gave it away wasn't just the shoot of cum that now covered your walls, but the beautiful moans and pants that came from spencer while doing so. the way his head tilted back more, his mouth became slightly more agape as his upper chest a brighter shade of red. absolutely beautiful.

the intenseness from his high spurred that of your own in return. your legs began to shake as he kept thrusting inside of you, not only to help you through your orgasm but to also fuck his back inside of you.

"good boy, spencer. such a good boy," you breathed out once you had fully come down from your high.

you rested your head on his chest for a moment, trying to catch your breath before finally getting off him. you grabbed his hands and led him to the bathroom to start a bath for the two of you.

you let him lay back against your chest as you played with his hair. he nearly fell asleep because of how soothing the bath salts were, those were his favorites during your aftercare routine.

after you both dried your bodies off, you made sure to dry his hair for him, something he's become rather accustomed to. he just loved you playing with his hair, in all reality.

laying back in bed, his head back on your chest, you still played with his hair.

"spencer?" you asked, continuing on when you heard the quiet hum from him. "you know how much i love you?" he nodded against your body. "good. because i want you to know that no matter what you look like, super thin or a bit filled out, i will always love you. and you can always come to me about that too. if you're feeling insecure or upset?"

"i know. i was just... embarrassed about it," he mumbled against your skin.

"i know, bunny. but i'll show you that there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

[bi-bard]

You Should’ve Known Better - Castiel Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: You Should Know Better

Pairing: Castiel X Reader

Requested: By @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 922 words

Warning(s): kidnapping, torture

Summary: (Season 13) It was meant to save Dean. However, Castiel doesn't take (Y/n)'s attempted sacrifice very well.

Author's Note: How do I explain that The Blacklist requests were a break from Supernatural, not the other way around, haha! (I love both of these shows but I have been writing about them both so much)

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I stopped in the middle of Dean and me running for our lives.

"What are you doing," he asked.

"Go," I shouted. "I'll distract the angels, give you time to get home."

"(Y/n)-"

"Dean, it wasn't a suggestion," I snapped. He stared at me for a few moments. "Please... go!"

Dean finally turned around and ran from me. I took off in the other direction. I heard the pounding of feet behind me, meaning that my plan had worked.

I didn't even get the chance to be proud of myself before I grabbed and promptly knocked out. All I could do was hope that Dean had gotten out.

--time skip--

I came to while tied to a chair. I shook my head, trying to stop the headache that was already forming. Someone called out the door.

It slammed open and a man walked in.

"Cas," I asked, immediately recognizing him.

"You know me then," I cringed when I heard a heavy German accent roll off of his tongue. "Maybe that will make you more inclined to answer my questions."

I don't know how long I spent tied to that chair. The alternate Cas would punch me, ask me the same question, and then repeat the process when I didn't answer.

I just sat there and bit my tongue, knowing better than to give one of Michael's soldiers any information.

I was curled in my seat, my entire body aching from the constant violence, when the door was slammed open. I turned my head, watching alternate Cas's soldiers fall one by one.

By the time my eyes adjusted, my Cas was standing there with alternate Cas slammed against the wall.

"Two of us," the alternate Cas said. "Interesting."

"Not for long," my Cas sneered in response before stabbing the other Cas with his angel blade.

I watched alternate Cas's body fall to the ground.

My Cas walked over, kneeling by the chair and helping me out of the restraints.

"Cas," I asked softly.

"I'm here," he promised.

"Why did you do that," I asked. "I did this to save Dean. Why would you come back?"

"Did you think I was going to let you throw yourself into the pit," he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"To save you and the boys... I thought you'd respect my wishes," I mumbled.

Cas grinned at me, "You should know better."

I furrowed my eyebrows at him for a moment as he looked back down at what he was doing.

He undid the final restraint before helping me up. I almost collapsed in pain. I was going to mumble an apology but he stopped me. He placed two fingers on my forehead. I smiled as I felt myself heal.

"Thanks," I muttered. He just smiled.

We ran back to the door to the bunker, happily leaving the alternate world for now.

The door shut behind us. We had made it just in time. Dean and Sam stared at us.

"I shouldn't have left-"

"Shut up," I interrupted Dean, hugging him tightly. "I asked you to leave."

Sam stood behind his brother, waiting for me to step back and hug him. Our hug was shorter but it still made me smile.

"Will you guys give us a minute," I asked them. I looked over at Cas for a moment.

They both nodded with knowing smiles on their face. I furrowed my eyebrows at them for a moment as they walked out of the library.

I moved to sit on top of the table in the library. Cas stood opposite me.

"Thank you," I said. "I don't remember if I said that earlier."

Cas grinned. It was really nice to see him smile. It almost always made me smile back at him.

"Can I ask you something," I asked. He nodded. "When you were untying me, you said I should've known better than for you to respect my sacrifice. Why? You've let Dean and Sam do it. You've sacrificed yourself... you literally just got back from the Empty."

"Because I care about you," Cas replied.

"And you care about Sam and Dean," I argued, pushing for a real answer. "As far as you should've been concerned, I was already dead. Why risk it?"

"(Y/n)...," he trailed off.

"Please," I begged. "Just answer me."

Cas walked over and touched the table on either side of me. I just watched him. Each step and each movement. My breath felt like it was going to stop when his hands touched the table.

"Cas," I said softly. He took a deep breath, finally meeting my eyes. I offered a small, slightly awkward grin.

"You're different," he explained quietly. I was studying his face as he spoke. "I... I love you."

I let out a shocked chuckle, smiling at him.

He was about to move back but I grabbed the edges of his trenchcoat and pulled him into a kiss. He adjusted quickly, his hands moving to my waist as I moved my arms to wrap around his waist.

The kiss had a hard hit due to how I pulled Cas in but after that it was soft. Careful. It made my heart flutter and my stomach do flips. I pulled back just barely, pecking his lips once more before resting my forehead on his.

"Wow," I whispered after a moment. Cas chuckled. I punched his shoulder lightly as I chuckled with him. "Shut up."

"No, no, I agree with you," he promised. "Definitely a 'wow'."

It was better than "wow", it was perfect.

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Nagito Komaeda NSFW HCs

Warnings: NSFW

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Nagito isn’t an extremely sexual person, but he definitely has his moments where he is very horny. Sex in his eyes is very special and shows you trust someone, which is why it was such a big step when you two had sex for the first time.

Nagito was very weary and hesitant to have sex with you. He wanted to, very very badly. But he was terrified of making you hate him. He thought he couldn’t pleasure you, and once you realized that you would leave him. Not only that, he was also scared of hurting you. That was his main concern. You had to promise him that you would tell him if it hurt so he could stop and/or make sure you’re alright.

Nagito was a virgin. He never slept with anyone before you, so he was pretty inexperienced. Your first time was very slow. Nagito bottomed since he was nervous, so you took control first time. You're first time would be pretty vanilla. Slow and filled with love.

When Nagito topped for the first time, he went very slow and gentle with his thrusts, as if you were made of glass. If you wanted him to go a little faster, you’d have to tell him because he definitely wouldn’t speed up on his own, even if he wanted to. This would last for a couple times but eventually he would gain confidence.

Your pleasure comes before his. Nagito always wants to make sure he gets you off before he even thinks about pleasuring himself. It takes a while to break him out of this mindset, but it is possible. After a while, he does allow himself to cum first, but if he cums, you bet your ass you’re cumming too.

Nagito loves blowjobs. He would never, ever admit it, but he loves the feeling of your mouth around his cock. If you slowly lick him before sucking him off, it will drive him crazy. If you need your hair to be held back, he will do it. Even if you don’t need it, he still will since he loves watching you suck his dick. “S-S/O, fuck. Y-You’re doing amazing, it f-feels heavenly. Just l-like that…”

Okay. Nagito would never bring this up, you need to figure it out for yourself, but he loves being fingered. You first found out when you were giving him a blowjob. You slowly worked a finger down to his entrance and he tried thrusting his hips downwards. Not long after, he ended up with you three knuckles deep inside of him and cum dripping down the corner of your mouth.

Nagito doesn’t like any positions where he can’t see your face, so taking you from behind isn’t something he likes. He prefers simple missionary since it gives good access and he can see your face. Nagito really likes eye contact and kisses during sex, so this is perfect for him.

It will take a while, but eventually Nagito will grow to lose his self-control and end up fucking you with no restraint. Once he gets the confidence, it’s game over. He will rail you and ensure you will not be able to walk for a week. Although he will be sorry and baby you as if he doesn’t already.

“I’m sorry, angel. I should’ve been more gentle. Let me get that for you.”

Switch! Nagito is a big switch! One second, he can be pounding the hell out of you while leaving hickeys wherever his lips lay. The next, he’s a whimpering mess under you while you fuck him senseless. Whether he tops or not depends on both (mostly your) moods, so whatever you’re feeling he goes with!

Pull. His. Hair. Little tugs drive him crazy, they're his favorite. If you tug his hair while you kiss him, it'll turn him on to the max. If you are going a little rougher, he likes it when you pull harder.

Listen...he loves when you scratch his back during sex. Dig your nails into his back and leave marks, he loves it. He likes the feeling and loves looking at the aftermath. If you apologized to him he'd immediately shut you down because he loved it so much.

"Angel...It felt amazing. You'll do it again, right?

Hickeys! Nagito loves being marked by you, as I'm sure you can tell. If you leave hickeys in visible places, it makes him feel incredibly loved. You want people to know you did something so intimate with him!? He could cry!

If Nagito were to ever mark you, he'd feel very bad. With reassurance, that'll fade and he'll start to feel more proud than anything else. Maybe he'll even start to do it purposely...

Overstimulation. That is all. Whether it's him overstimulating you or you overstimulating him, he has fun with it. He loves testing your limits and seeing how many orgasms he can pull out of you. If you ever teased him in public, that is most likely the after effect. Almost like a mini punishment~

"Hm? I thought this was what you wanted? You can do it, baby. Just a few more. Good...So good."

Nagito is big on aftercare. That is super important to him and should definitely not be skipped. He barely takes a breath for himself before he’s asking you what you need. Once he’s positive you’re alright, he’ll cuddle you and tell you how good you made him feel, how much he loves you, etcetera. Then, he’ll end the night with a kiss and a soft goodnight.

[free-boundsoul]

Oh, wow, Freelancer. I… they… what? They talked about me to you? That's… kind of a surprise but I'm glad to hear that. Thanks for sharing that with me. They had nothing but nice things to say about you, too.

Oh, that's great. I don't think food can be taken through rifts, but we could ask. I mean, if a human, even a human with magic, can't withstand that sort of transformation, I'm not sure pizza can. And, even if it could, so you think it'd be edible after? Not sure if I want to be the one to test that theory. Gavin is still more than welcome to come. What kind of toppings should we get? I wonder if DAMN would cover the cost of the food and stuff for us. There should be an application form online somewhere for reimbursement. I'll have to do that tomorrow. Do you think if I sent you the PDF you'd be able to print it for me? Mine isn't working. It got jammed as I was printing out one of my final essays. That stupid machine just kept beeping and saying to fix the hand and I did fix the jam, but it didn't register as fixed, so it kept beeping and I… got pretty upset and melted half the hardware. So one of these days, I've got to get a new one. I'm dreading it, if you couldn't tell. But I need one before the semester starts up again.

You are really pushing your luck, you know that, Freelancer? Fine. Hope you weren't too attached to that pencil behind your ear, because now it's a pile of ash. I did you a favor keeping the spark contained to just the object. Next time, I might not be so nice.

Yeah, my cousins are pretty cool. I love getting the chance to see them on school breaks. No, I didn't notice. I was too busy focusing on guiding the flames, but I'm glad they got a kick out of our little show. Really? My mom was proud of me? I mean, she could probably do what I did in her sleep, but I was really giving it my all.

Me, too! It's the worst. I never remember everything, so it always feels like a waste of a trip. Not to mention a store is just the last place I want to be after a trip. Well, if I put up with your talking all the time, I'm sure I can handle a meow or two, Freelancer.

So if it's cocoa butter, why don't we just call it cocoa butter? That's a really nice offer, but I don't know if I have enough self-restraint to leave any until after our trip!

So, Freelancer, have you given any thought to what you might want to do after you graduate from DAMN?

-Damien

Of course they did, Damien. Why wouldn't they talk about the son they're so proud of? Though they do worry about you overworking yourself. Oh boy, they talked about me to you too? Little nerve wracking, haha...

I mean...I won't lie and say I wouldn't be interested in trying that theory. For science, right? I'll have to ask Gavin, he might be willing to deliver it either way. I think he has a driver's license? Or he knows how to drive. Hmmm, I think pepperoni is popular? Probably plain cheese, a vegetarian option, and maybe a supreme? I think there might be a vegan option too? I wouldn't want to just assume anything. Oh, sure, yeah, I can print it. Heh...(trying not to laugh, that'd be such a Damien thing to do...) But um, if you need to print anything, you're welcome to use mine until you get one. I've never had issues with mine and I print a lot of stuff on it.

You could say I like playing with fire, hehe. And I'll believe it when it actually happens, Damie. Though, if you do burn me, will you kiss it to make it better afterwards? (totally teasing, I've always wanted to say that to Damien lol)

Oh, yeah, I got some pictures that I'll send you of your cousins. I can send them to your mom too, if you think she'd want them? But don't downplay your skill like that. You're insanely talented, especially when it comes to fire manipulation. Your mom was whispering how much control and precision was going into your movements. She was amazed at how far you've advanced since she saw you last.

I usually like to take a day to make a list so I know exactly what I have to grab and what I don't have at home. And then go at night when the store isn't as busy. Ha, we'll see about that. Especially since he hasn't seen me in a while, I'm sure he'll be meowing up a storm.

I'm glad you like it that much, should I make it for our next game night? If you ever get a craving, I'd be more than happy to make you some more too.

Hmm...after DAMN...that's such a long time away. I'm mostly going for full certification so I have a broad set of skills. I'd like to help teach people...maybe I could become a professor? What about you?

[eryiss]

Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hello everyone. I’ve been wanting to write something longer for this couple for a while, and this idea seemed quite fun. I hope you all enjoy it and maybe I can convert some of you to living Freed x Gajeel. Happy reading.

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Chapter One - Makarov's Idea

As he walked towards the guildhall, Freed kept looking up at the moon.

The nights sky was cloudless and gave him an unhindered view of stars and the moon. It was a beautiful sight, but made him frown a little. The moon was large and nearly in its fullest state, a concern for the time of year. It had been some time since the full moon had coincided with the longest day of the year, and it seemed like it was going to happen again this year. The brimstone in his blood seemed to fizz at the idea, and he quickly looked away.

At his side, Laxus bumped his shoulder to get his attention. His frown told Freed that the dragon-Slayer had seen his concern, and he smiled to comfort the man.

"Nothing to concern yourself about," Freed assured him. "I've got it under control."

"Make sure you do," Laxus instructed. "No missions until it's over, right?"

"Of course," Freed nodded.

Laxus seemed to think the matter settled at that, but Freed wasn't so sure. The entirety of the guild - or at least those not already on missions - had been called to the guildhall that night. Makarov hadn't explained why he wanted everyone present, but it was entirely possible that they would all be dragged away on a mission and that Freed would be forced to act as if everything was normal. So promising that he wouldn't go on any missions was more wishful thinking than anything else.

Still, if he did have to go on a mission, he could handle it. Six years ago, it had taken him by surprise. Not this time.

"Let's take bets," Bickslow, unaware of the hushed conversation, stated mischievously. "Fifty-fifty odds of it being either a world ending disaster we have to deal with, or some weird competition so he can perv on the gals again."

Laxus winced at the second option, but didn't deny it.

"It better not be the second one," Evergreen huffed. "But knowing him, it probably will be. So I'll put five hundred jewels on that."

"Nah, it's been too long since we all nearly died," Bickslow shrugged. "Five hundred on the world ending. You two sticks in the mud gonna get involved?"

Freed had stopped listening to their conversation moments before, and found his worries back on the sky. The full moon had been scheduled in exactly one week, and it meant trouble for him. He should be making preparations in case he lost control of himself; this was all a distraction. He should leave town, just in case.

His team looked at him in concern, but remained quiet.

As they approached the doors, Freed's mind remained preoccupied. A hand clasped onto his shoulder and jerked him back, and he realised it was Laxus. He frowned, only then realising he had nearly walked into Gajeel Redfox. The dragon-slayer glared at him, arms crossed to highlight his biceps. He didn't have much else than his physical strength, Freed supposed, so he had to show it off.

"Idiot," Gajeel spat at Freed, and Freed nearly scoffed at the hypocrisy of the word. If either of them was an idiot, it was not Freed.

Gajeel was walking into the hall before Freed could retort.

"God, who put a stick up his ass?" Laxus muttered as he shook his head. He looked down to Freed again, looking worried. Perhaps he hadn't believed Freed's assurances as Freed had hoped. "You need to go back? He ain't taking over yet, right?"

"No, I was distracted, that's all," Freed assured him, but none of his team looked happy. "I'm in control of myself. But I've got plans on how to approach the demon should I need them."

"Can we help?" Evergreen asked.

"I'll ask if I need it, but I don't suspect it'll happen," Freed placated them. They were still unconvinced. "You needn't coddle me, I'm fine. Particularly when there's apparently a fifty-fifty chance that the word is ending. Though, I'm putting five hundred jewels on the competition."

Apparently, the mention of gambling, broke the ice.

When they got inside the guildhall, it was more crowded than normal. All the tables on the lower level had been taken, and as such they were forced to climb to the S-Class balcony and sit there. None of them particularly minded that, and they waited for a short while for the rest of their guild mates to file in and settle, drinking and talking as they did so.

Eventually, Makarov walked onto the stage and stood before the crowd of wizards. After a few shouts for them to be quiet, the room fell into silence.

"Thank you all for coming," He began after clearing his throat. "I'm sure you're all wondering why we're here."

"For you to creep on us," Ever mumbled, and Bickslow snickered.

"Fairy Tail is a guild with its bedrock founded on the principles of friendship. We work so well because we work together. Whereas other guilds maybe have one or two teams, we have many," Makarov explained, gesticulating as he spoke. "It makes me so proud that you've forged these relationships and implemented them into your working lives. Your friendship and love allows you to work together to fight harder and become stronger, side by side as friends. I'm immensely proud of you all, but as of late I've noticed a problem with your work."

He paused, and Freed rolled his eyes. Everything was so dramatic with him.

"While you're very good at working with your own teams, you sometimes struggle working with the guild members you're unfamiliar with," Makarov continued, as if this statement were a tragedy. "And sometimes your teams won't be available, and I don't want you not taking group jobs because your regular team isn't around."

"Starting to think I bet on the wrong side," Bickslow grumbled, taking a drink.

Freed found himself only half listening. Whenever Makarov made an announcement there would be a lot of preamble that Freed didn't particularly care to listen to; not when he had bigger problems to deal with.

Perhaps, if his demon did become more powerful under the moon, he could rune himself into a cage of sorts. That might work, though perhaps physical manacles and shackles might be more practice. His team would be able to help with that, most likely. They wouldn't be happy about it, but Laxus had seen first hand what could happen when the demon was allowed to take over without restraint. He would understand.

No. He was worrying for nothing. The demon was under control now. Besides, he should be listening to his guildmaster.

"So, to broaden your opportunities, I've come up with an idea," Makarov grinned. "For the next week, you'll be split into pairs that you don't normally work with, and you'll spend all of that time training together. These partnerships will be random, and by the end of the week you'll be fighting side by side in a tournament to prove how well you can work together."

Hm, maybe a distraction would work better than restraints. Makarov's idea was flawed to the point of pointlessness, but a week of training might wear his body out to the point his demon wouldn't have the energy to take over.

"And, I'm sure you're all thinking why you should care about this, so there's a prize set up for the team who wins," Makarov was grinning wider now. "Fifty thousand jewels!"

That sent a rush of excitement and talking through the guild. Freed found himself wondering where the money actually came from.

"That's not all. The fights will be ranked on teamwork, cohesion and communication, and at the end of each fight you'll get points based on how well you did," Makarov was running his hands together. "And the team with the least points will have to do a punishment, and the winners decide what it is!"

"Goddamnit," Bickslow mumbled, handing money to Evergreen. "Always about punishments with him."

"If you knew that, then you should have bet smarter," Evergreen laughed.

Freed ignored his friends, leaning back and watching as Mirajane brought out a large, ridiculous top-hat. It wasn't difficult to guess that this was how Makarov intended to randomly choose the teams; pick them out of a hat. Maybe Laxus was right and his grandfather was turning mad, but he seemed to be enjoying himself so Freed had no place to complain.

He would simply drink his beer, watch the chaos unfold, and use the oncoming disaster as a distraction.

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Gajeel swallowed down his beer with a scowl on his face. When Makarov had called this meeting, he had known that whatever the old crow had to say, it would piss him off. When Makarov had made his announcement, Gajeel had been proven right.

A whole week with some random wizard seemed pointless. Gajeel worked alone, and only teamed up with people when needed. This wasn't going to work.

Fuck, it was such a waste of time! He could be doing jobs and earning his rent instead of fucking around with a stranger, trying to embrace Makarov's ridiculous mantra about the importance of friendship. Or if he wasn't making money, then he would have at least liked to relax and take some time to rest. He didn't want to make a new friend, he wanted to eat, sleep and maybe find a guy to take to bed. None of that would happen with some Fairy Tail mage hanging around his neck.

"Our first team is," Makarov began as he rummaged through the stupid hat he'd had made. "Juvia and Natsu!"

Dammit! Juvia was one of the few people he could have tolerated. The other was the bookworm, and Makarov would probably say them working together wasn't in the spirit of things.

Still. At least the salamander had to work with someone who extinguished his fire. That was funny.

"Kickass!" Natsu yelled into the crowd, standing up and pumping his fist in the air because he lacked self control. "We're gonna dominate!"

They wouldn't.

"If you'd like to meet up and discuss your plans then now's the time," Makarov stated, and Natsu was making his way to Juvia immediately. "And now it's time for the next team up," He reached into the hat again. "It's Evergreen and Lucy."

No loss there. Maybe he and blondie could have been okay, but Gajeel wasn't pissed the chance was gone.

Lucy looked up toward the balcony and waved at Evergreen a little intimidated. Evergreen looked resigned, but after some nudging from Bickslow, made her way down the stairs and started to talk to the woman. Gajeel absentmindedly wondered if the two had ever had a conversation, because they looked awkward around each other; painfully so.

Fuck, that was going to be him, wasnt it?

Maybe he could convince whoever he was paired up with to lie and say they trained when they just spend the week alone. But then there was the tournament, and the threat of some random punishment, and Gajeel had already been humiliated after losing the guild-wide race and having to dress like an idiot; it wasn't happening again if he could help it.

"Next up," Makarov reached into the hat again. "Bickslow and Gray."

"Fuck yeah, some eye candy at last!" Bickslow yelled, and people laughed. Gajeel rolled his eyes, watching as Bickslow leant over the banister and looked towards his teammate. "Wanna make a deal, every time you strip, I strip."

Gajeel could see Gray avert his gaze as if bored, but he was red in the cheeks. They were even redder when Bickslow tossed his shirt towards him, both men now partially stripped.

Well, at least he wasn't with that idiot. The two of them would be a mess.

Many other teams were announced, and Gajeel found himself more and more annoyed each time. The partnerships made no sense, most of the time their magics wouldn't compliment each other, and Gajeel knew that it would end in disaster. At best, half of the partnerships might end up having a fight with each other, and at worst people would get hurt because they just didn't work. How the hell did Makarov think this was going to work out?

Maybe Gajeel should have slunk out and not attended the meeting. He was running out of money for rent, and his landlord was a bastard just waiting to kick him out, so it made sense for him to get a job. Maybe if he left now he could avoid it altogether.

"And next we've got Gajeel," Makarov shouted, and Gajeel cursed. "And Freed."

Oh fuck no. Absolutely fucking not!

Gajeel was not working with that stuck up prick. A guy like that had clearly never worked a day in his life, probably grew up in a fancy ass house and only got into guild work because it was a trend to slum it with the other wizards. Everything about Freed - holier than thou - Justine screamed pampered brat. He would probably throw a fit if he got dirt under his fingernails. He was the damn opposite of a man like Gajeel, and he knew he'd struggle not to murder the spoiled shit before the week was over.

Could he even defend himself? He had magic, but as far as Gajeel knew, that only worked when he had time to prepare. Hardly practical in the heat of battle, and what would he do without it? He wouldn't have the balls to use his sword as a weapon, Gajeel was pretty sure of that, and he looked like a gust of wind could take him out.

Fucking dammit. The salamander was better than this!

He damn near walked out of the guildhall then and there, because he couldn't deal with an egomaniac freak for a week. But, as he went to move, he saw the egomaniac freak walking towards him, and he was not going to allow Freed to think he was running away. He turned in his chair to meet the man's gaze but didn't make a move towards him. Freed could come to him, not the other way around.

Soon, Freed was in his space, standing above him. His expression was as unimpressed with the situation as Gajeel felt. At least they could agree on one thing.

He looked up to meet the mans gaze. Freed was… taller than he thought.

"I think it's fair to assume neither of us want to do this," Freed said rather than greeting him. Gajeel was right, he was a dick. "And I expect that the way I train myself won't be the same way you do, so likely there's a chance we'll come to blows, so I have a proposition."

Huh, maybe Freed was gonna suggest they lie and only pretend to train together. Gajeel would agree, but make Freed squirm first. "Yeah?"

"If we went somewhere and tried to train how we both normally do, it would be an act of futility," Freed explained. "We have six days to work together. I propose that for the first three days we train however I wish, and you follow my instructions. For the latter three days, we train however you wish and I will follow your instructions. That way, we both get three days of training ourselves in a way we know works, and the week won't be a waste of time entirely."

Huh.

That wasn't what Gajeel had thought, but he could deal with it. He had to admit, trying to find a way that would work for them both would not work, so this meant he'd at least have three days to improve himself.

"Fine," He grunted. "But I wanna go first. You're gonna drag me to some library or something like that, and that's a waste of time. Might as well make it a rest day after some actual working out."

Freed sighed, as if dealing with a child, and Gajeel nearly kicked him in the balls. "If you insist,"

"I do."

"Well then, I'll see you on Monday."

"Guess ya will."

That was it, and Freed turned to go back to his table. Gajeel emptied his drink, then grinned. Three days where the asshole had to do as he said; that was interesting. Freed probably spent his life being pampered and spoiled, but not with Gajeel. Nah, he was gonna work. Gajeel was gonna put Freed through hell and love every damn second of it.

[addictofsupernatural]

Emotions (pt. 6)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy and y/n enjoy your new relationship, but others have their own opinion of it.

Word Count: 1586

Chapter 1 • Series Masterlist • Chapter 7

Right after prom the two of you flowed naturally into your newfound relationship. Sometimes he could be very distracting, usually when you were trying to finish your homework. You'd be on his lap, where he put you, working on something when he would start kissing your neck. "Billy." You smiled.

"Hm?" His face was still in your neck.

"You're distracting me."

"Mm. Must be hard not focusing on me, huh?"

You chuckled and tried to get out of his arms before his grip became more snug. Billy then kissed the sweet spot of yours, and you unintentionally let out a small whinish-moan. He let go of you immediately and gently pushed you off of him. Your face felt red and you looked at the floor in embarrassment. "Sorry." You mumbled.

"No no doll." He crawled over to you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "I'm sorry. It's just that when you make those pretty sounds, it's so sexy that my mind wanders."

You got on your knees and gently pushed him back into a sitting position, straddling his lap and playing with the back of his hair. "What do you start thinking about?"

"Things to do to you. How to make you feel good."

"Then we don't you?" You quietly asked. You pressed yourself closer to him. You didn't know what this feeling was, but it had you aching in a certain place for him.

"Not so innocent, are we sweetheart?" He chuckled, running his thumb onto your bottom lip. "I want to, believe me I want to, but at the right moment. I want your first time to be special."

"With you? My favorite distraction? Of course it'll be special." You both laughed and kissed.

You'd also go to his basketball games. Though at some point Hopper and El would come as well, it was only you who was there for him at his first game. In the middle of the game, he jogged to you, drenched in sweat, and asked for a kiss. "C'mon babe, for good luck."

"You're covered in sweat." You giggled.

"Don't act like this isn't the sexiest thing you've ever seen." You shook your head and gave him a long kiss until a whistle was blown, causing you to pull back and cheer him on.

What Billy had come to love about his basketball games was when Hopper and El came. When Hopper became excited about the games, it made Billy want to try harder. He wanted so badly to make him proud; the man in the stands cheering for him, when his own dad would never step foot in any gym for him.

Unfortunately, the basketball game kiss caught the attention of Steve Harrington, who told his girlfriend, who told her best friend. Though Jonathan had known the two of you were friends, as well as your crush on him, he still didn't say anything as you had asked him not to. The three of them found you at the basketball bleachers together at lunch. Nancy was in front, with the other two boys behind her. "Y/n, we need to talk." You furrowed your eyebrows. "It's about something important."

You assumed it was something bad, so you squeezed Billy's arm gently. "I'll be right back." You then walked down the bleachers, out of earshot for Billy. "What's wrong? Is Will okay?"

Jonathan gave you a small smile. "He's fine. Thanks for asking though."

"This is about Billy." Nancy interjected.

You looked at Jonathan, assuming that he told them. He slightly shook his head, and you figured that it was probably from the basketball game. "What about him?"

You figured where this would lead to, and crossed your arms. "You shouldn't be with him, he's bad! He's a man whore who toys with girls to get them in bed."

"No, he's a gentleman who treats me good." You were raising your voice now.

"Look, five," Steve began. "Do you realize how many girls he's been with?"

"I'm well aware of how he used to be." You said sternly.

"Do you really think he'd stop being that way all of a sudden for you?" Nancy asked.

You let out a humorless laugh. "That's rich from someone who's dating King Steve." You then looked at Steve. "No offense Steve, I really like you now." He only nodded his head.

"We just wanted to make sure everything's okay." Jonathan said.

"Is he forcing you to do things?" Nancy asked. "He is, isn't he?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but he's the one who wants to wait. And why do you even care? It's not like you've even talked to me for months. The only ones who I see is Steve and Jonathan, who I can make a conversation with. But that's when you're not around. You left me friendless and alone, and I didn't even care, because I didn't want to be a forced friend. But don't act like we're best friends when someone I start doing things that you don't like."

She was silent, but pissed. "You don't even see that he'll use you."

You jabbed a finger at her. "That. Right. There. I'm sick and tired of people like you looking down on me. Everybody does. But not Billy. He treats me like a real person with real feelings. He makes me feel like I matter." Your eyes were beginning to water up out of anger. "I don't get why people can't just let me be happy."

Jonathan took a step closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder. "We're sorry, we didn't mean to make you feel like this."

You sniffled. "It's fine. Thanks Jonathan. I got to go. See you later. You too Steve." You waved weakly and walked over to Billy, who was fuming with rage.

First, they ruined his alone time with you. With mid-terms coming up, you've been busy studying as well as making flashcards for him to pass his classes. Then they took you over to where he couldn't even hear, and he saw a yelling match with you and the girl. Next, this guy puts his hand on your shoulder. Who the fuck does he think he is? But what really got Billy enraged was when you turned around and walked back towards him, with tears flowing down your cheeks.

He stood up. "I'm gonna kick the hell out of those two fuckers."

"No!" You said, grabbing his arm. "They didn't do anything wrong. It was the girl. They had good intentions."

The tears just kept on coming. He felt so shitty seeing you like this. He grabbed your cheek, wiping off the tears. "Then why are you crying?" He asked gently.

"They thought that I was being used by you. That I was being dumb and letting you manipulate me until you get bored with me."

"They said that?" He shouted.

He was about to kick the shit out of them, but you tugged his arm. "Stop Billy, that's not why I'm crying."

He sat you down and kneeled down. "Sweetheart, why are you crying?" He asked quietly.

You looked down at your lap. "I hate that people have their own opinions about us. I just want to be happy with you. I want to make you happy, but I feel like I can't with everybody either laughing at me or assuming bad things about you. How are you happy when people look at you and think like that? People think like that because I'm with you."

"Sweetheart, listen to me." He put his hands on your cheeks. "Fuck everybody else. I don't care what anybody says about me, and whoever's bitch ass has something to say about you will get their asses kicked. Of course you make me happy. Nobody makes me happy the way you do. I have to worry about making you happy, not the other way around."

You put your hands over his, leaning in to kiss him. "I wish everyone could see how amazing you are." You said quietly, against his lips.

He gave you another kiss. "Sorry, but amazing me is reserved for my sweetheart." You both chuckled. "I want you to know that you got a man who has the balls to fight."

"Mm. What I'm impressed with is that I also got a man who has the balls not to fight." Billy's never thought of that. He's never considered that showing restraint could also be powerful in its own way. "It's pretty hot."

You gave him another kiss, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and sucking gently. When you pulled back, Billy put his thumb on your bottom lip. His mind started to wander again. He pictured you with that same wicked but innocent smile, with his cum drizzling down your chin. You could be on your knees for him, with only one of his shirts on you. Your hand would be inside your panties, pleasuring yourself at the sight of Billy's member.

You narrowed your eyes and grinned. "What are you thinking about?" You looked down to see his bulge in his pants. You made sure no one was looking before pressing yourself onto him, Billy feeling pressure and some relief from your thigh. "Whatever it is, we should do it."

"Doll," Billy breathed out.

"Hm?"

"You gotta stop." He moved your hand away. "It'll happen. Soon. When the time is right." He kissed you and grabbed your books, walking you to your class.

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Where two shadows meet

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Previously. Next

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[The next day after being sent away, human realm]

The morning after being cast out, Luz woke up to the an empty room. She had hoped the events of last night were just some nightmare. Feeling the dried tears on her face told her the truth. She must've cried herself to sleep. She'd been waiting for the smallest chance of the portal reopening. Any opportunity, no matter how small, she refused to miss.

None came and hints of dawn were peeking through the windows.

She picked herself up and headed for her old house. The empress cloak still wrapped around her. She wondered, how would she explain this to her mother?

When she approached the street, a flyer caught her eye.

A missing persons poster with her picture on it. Plenty of them were scattered throughout the neighborhood.

She ran towards the side of her house and peered in.

Her mother, weary and worn out, sat at the table with a phone at hand. Were her eyes red from crying or staying up all night?

Luz was about signal her mother to her presence.

Not yet.

She caught her reflection in the window. Her pupils were glowing red. Stumbling back, she couldn't face her mother like this.

Sprinting away, not caring about what direction.

Hours later, Luz would return when she knew her mother was gone. She snuck in to take whatever cash she could and pack up a new bag.

Camilla Noceda: "Who's there?!"

Scratch that, Camilla hadn't gone to work yet. Luz grabbed what she had and bolted out of the house. From that day on, she had to make her supplies last.

[Six weeks later]

Luz had been wandering the country. She had tried shelters. But she had made her stays brief. People had tried to figure out, where was she from?

The worst part came from her "condition". Lately, she kept waking up in different parts of the city. Clumps of money or random items could be found alongside her. Usually with a note that said, "Take this with you". They were written in her handwriting. She refused to obey the beast inside her. However, her stubbornness meant she refused any resource that came from the empress. One in particular, the empress cloak that kept appearing in her bag.

Her travels left her funds dry and uneasy about the future.

One night, she didn't have any strength left. Her nightmare was moving to its next phase.

She found herself in her old room. A shackle made of light lead out the door. She stepped out into the hallway. The chain trailed to the right. But it became pitch black futher down. A second chain came from the abyss into a door across the hall.

She wanted to know where this would lead.

Stepping through, she dreaded that this was Belos' old throne room.

Stop...fighting

The empress stepped out from the other side of the room. Dressed in her cloak, the metal mouth mask was new. She twirled her finger and closed the door behind Luz.

Let...me.

Her majesty gestured to her mask. The voice was so muffled, it might has well have been a whisper. Luz didn't really notice it until now.

Luz: "I don't really know what..."

Empress Luz: "Check...it."

The empress pulled on her end of the chain and zipped to Noceda's side. Luz fell over, leaving the empress towering over her.

She didn't know she could make such a scary glare.

Empress Luz (pointing to pockets): "Check!"

Luz didn't waste a second and found a key.

Empress Luz: "You... willingly... give."

She handed her the key, as she stood up.

The empress removed her metal mask, relieved.

Empress Luz: " That's better. We have something to discuss."

Noceda just wanted to leave this nightmare.

Empress Luz: "This nightmare is very real. You leave... when we settle this now!

That's right, I can feel what you're thinking."

Luz Noceda: "What do you want? This is just a dream, right?"

Empress Luz: " You've no doubt noticed, I've been taking control while you sleep. Regrettably, our body has become deprived of rest. We're malnourished and becoming worse. You have to listen to me now!"

Luz: "If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!"

Empress: "And our mother with us?"

Dread silenced both of them for a moment.

Luz: "What did you do?

Empress: " I've been a spectator, until not long ago. Neither of us have seen our..."

Luz: "My mama! Mine!"

Empress: "Our mami. I haven't seen her since you ran. I haven't done anything to her. That's what you've got to understand. I care about our mama, like you."

Luz: " You're a curse from Belos."

Empress: "Wrong! I'm not you, but at the same time, I am. From the moment Eda took you on, you were a witch with a dark side. When you killed Belos, you released his unnatural power. I wasn't made by it. It just gave me a voice. I'm a genuine Luz Noceda! I'm a part of you, just like you're a part of me."

The empress sat down on the throne, resting her head in her hand. She revealed a key under her cloak.

Empress: "I can give you the key out of this room. But these shackles on our legs are different story. These are the chains Amity gave us. Which is why, you're going to do what I say."

Luz scowled at this doppelganger. But she began to recall everything that happened since that night.

Luz: "What are you talking about?"

Empress: "Our fates are tied. But you're the only obstacle in our way. You've been frustrated and angry since we were cast out. I've been gaining control because of this. You were able to hold me back, at first. But your control is ticking away. Ironic, isn't it? We're both at our weakest, regardless."

Luz: "Let me out!"

The empress held up her restraint.

Empress: "To do what? Walk until we collapse? Hardly sleep anywhere? Fending off the streets? We're exhausted and knocking on death's door! If we continue on like this, our mother will suffer, too."

Luz: "You're lying."

Empress: " You haven't forgotten our last moments with Amity, right? She knew that would be the last time she'd see us. Mama didn't know that moment on the curb was hers. If they even find our body, can you imagine her face when they do? Haunted by the guilt for the rest of her life? Never knowing anything other than sending her daughter away? That's the fate that you're headed for. But I'm offering a different course."

Luz: "Stop beating around the bush and tell me!"

Empress: "While you've been asleep, I've tried to learn all about magic on this side. This chain could be an unexpected key to getting everything. I want everything you do. I want to give our mama an easy life. I want Amity at our side."

Luz: "Revenge on Lilith?"

Luz felt a familiar rage rising. But she didn't know why. She hadn't thought of Lilith until just then. That's when she understood her connection to the empress.

Empress: "Maybe I was hasty about that? But I know you haven't forgiven her for what she's done. I am you, after all. She got her sister back while we've got nothing. She's cursed her own sister and used us as a human shield. She gets to be with Eda. Meanwhile, you beat Belos and can't even go back to mami."

Luz: "It's because of you. All of this is your fault!"

Empress: "Us. Tell me something, does mama love you or me?"

Luz: "Me! I'm her daughter. You're just something I picked up on the Isles."

Empress: "So, she never met me? Yet, she sent you away to be someone else. It's not my fault you can't be with her. My existence isn't the reason you can't face her, is it? It's because you're too much, even for her.

But what about Amity?"

Luz: "You made me watch you terrorize everyone. You didn't leave her a choice."

Empress: " I gave her everything. She had our trust and love. But when she cast us out, she knew it was you. She was talking to you."

Summoning illusions, that night was replayed in front of them.

Empress: "When she was holding the staff, she knew it was you. Like you said, if she wanted to keep you, she could've. But once again, you were too much for her to handle.

That's two loved ones that cast us...sorry, you away. Should I even mention the others? Eda, King, Willow,  and Gus? They loved you, too, didn't they? But that wasn't enough, was it? You might hate me, but they fear you, too. They didn't stand up for you, either. Their love didn't save you. Those were your final moments with them. Your love for them wasn't enough to keep you together. "

Noceda was silent, letting those words sink in.

Empress: "Right now, I've got a plan. As I've explained, refusing to work alongside me won't help anything."

She tossed the key over to Luz.

Empress: "Right now, you've got two choices. You can keep fighting me and lead us both to our deaths? Or you can stop trying to hold me back and work towards getting it all back?"

Luz walked slowly towards the door.

Empress: "If you want to waste what's left of your energy on the former, I can promise you this. Our last moments won't be yours."

Luz: " You'd like it if I disappeared, wouldn't you? Just like me?"

Empress: "Our body can't go on like this much longer. By the time you disappeared, I wouldn't have much longer. Even if I made it back, they wouldn't trust me. I wouldn't even get the chance to atone. Despite what you think, we need to work together to make this work!"

The two stared at each other. The existence of magic, witches, and demons didn't make this any less weird.

Luz: "You said, we can have it all. How do I know you don't mean, just you?"

Empress: " We were living out our fantasies on the Boiling Isles. Mama thought they were holding us back from reality. But magic is a reality. You're holding me back because you think I'm a monster of tyranny. How are you so sure you're not wrong? Like mom? Luz Noceda is the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles. That's the reality she never saw. But we can show her that. Together, we can make her proud. With me, we can have everything. With you, we might be able to share it?"

Luz fidgeted with the key in her hands.

Empress: "If you unlock that door, you're agreeing to embrace my plan. There's no other way to put it. But neither of us have much other choice, anyways. It'd be a new level of dense for you to refuse just because."

Luz inserted the key into the hole. She wanted to know something before turning it.

Luz: "How would being back on the Isles help mama?"

Empress: "Remember Belos last words? This world has much to offer. So much power. It is our job as humans to fulfill our destiny. It's our turn to fulfill ours. I figured out what he meant. I even improved on his day of unity. We'd have more than we could ever want. Prosperity that'd never run out, no matter how much we shared. We can and will give our family and friends what they deserve. Happiness. A life where our mom would never cry again. Amity wouldn't ever hide who she really is. No one would ever have to cry again. But that life only comes if their fearless Luz steps up. Belos' fate sealed ours. But it wasn't so we'd have nothing. Our fate is to claim everything, together."

Luz: "You're laying that on pretty thick, aren't cha?"

Empress: "I know, every day since we've been back, you've felt powerless. This is a cruel fate to live through. But, if you think about it, this is still your time to shine. Just like in those PG fantasies of yours, Luzura! At your lowest, will you rise back up? Like any chosen one worth their salt? I suppose, the only one who would know you didn't; would be me."

Luz Noceda, the former good witch in training, finally turned the key.

The empress finally cracked a smile.

Empress: "That's the right decision."

Luz woke up in an alleyway with a hot dog lying next to her.

The empress Luz appeared as a hallucination. She gestured towards a dumpster nearby. Inside, Luz found a baseball.

Empress Luz: "I've been storing that close for a while now. Until we get our strength back, we should keep it on us, at all times."

Luz picked up the hot dog, wrapped in aluminum, and began digging in.

Feeling large wads of cash in her pockets, she made her way towards the streets.

Luz: "What now?"

Empress: "Take a look inside the store next to you. I think you'll find our heading."

She peered through the window of a book store. Right there, a shelf filled with the newest release.

From the author of the "Good witch, Auzura".

Empress: "Build up your strength and work on not being recognized. If something becomes too hard for you, I'll step in. Remember, we can fix this together!"

Luz pressed her forehead against the cold glass. That phrase was a poignant reminder of how far away she was from who she used to be.

The empress placed one ghostly hand on Luz's shoulder.

Empress: "It's okay. If anyone could do this, it's us. It's always Luz Noceda."

She returned to the alley to pick up her things. While she finished her breakfast, the empress fixated on the shackle on her ankle.

She knew what buttons to press. Physically, Luz Noceda was being brought to pieces. Emotionally, she was demoralized by the cruel twist of fate. She had become so numb, the empress knew all she had to do was wait. Wait until her spirit was an easy blow out.

Now, in every sense of the word, Luz Noceda was broken!

Author's note: I wanted to show how these two might have "compromised" on working together. I once asked the creator of the "Broken!Luz AU" about the empress as a character. I've tried to stay as close to the creator's vision for her, as I could. But that brings me to this point. My additions to the AU are non canon. Take them with a grain of salt.