#it makes me sad . someone help my girl . get her a snack also

[c-kiddo]

looking at all the comparisons of the oldest to newest tmn arts again and honestly so sad that fjords nose got so straightened out like 😐 who gave him a nose job ! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[joels-shitty-puns]

Could I make a request please?

Either a Joel or Pedro x Reader, where he is head over heels for the reader who is really bubbly and sweet and happy and a mom friend for everyone but who is oblivious to any romantic overtures whatsoever? And where Joel or Pedro catch them crying for the first time ever and they try and hide it and go back to cooking for the friend group or whatever and Joel/Pedro get the reader to open up about what made them cry and essentially it's that someone turned them down on a dating app and it's just further confirmation that the reader will never find love or actually be a mom? Plus-sized reader preferred but definitely not required? And your choice on if it's smutty or not.

I've been reading your plus sized reader x Pedro series and loving it!!! So much emotion and genuine positivity that I couldn't help but ask for more when I felt a bit down about this today.

All my best!

Dear @jenniferpendragon,

Hi!!! I've never had a request before, I didn't know what to do with myself. Thank you. And thank you so much for your kind words about my musician fic! I'm so glad people like it.

I'm sorry you were feeling down today. If by "this" you mean you experienced the dating app situation, I'm so sorry. Love is out there for you. I know how hard it is to wait, feeling like nobody wants you, but I know it'll happen. Hang in there. ❤️

I hope you like this fic! I liked your prompt and my mind ran wild. It's way longer than I thought it would be and also I'm unsure about it, but hopefully it makes you feel a little better.

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Cookies 'n Scream

Pairing: No-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Plus-sized!Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!! MDNI. Poor body image, fat shaming, food guilt, food mentions, unprotected P in V, oral, kissing, fingering, pregnancy mention, baby making sex (?), I think that's all of it but if I missed something let me know.

Other stuff: Reader is AFAB. In case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

This is the first smut I've ever written and published, yikes. Hope it's decent.

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"Look what I bought today," you chimed in a sing-song voice while waving the DVD in front of Joel. 

"No way. Zombie Slayer 6?!" Joel and Tommy yelled in unison.

"Yep! You know it!" you beamed. "I say tonight we pop this bad boy in. Tomorrow's Halloween, it's perfect."

"YES!" chimed in Sarah and Ellie, Joel's daughter and adopted daughter, roughly the same ages in their early teens.

"Absolutely not! You two are too young for this gore, you'll be up for weeks." Maria pointedly gave an eyebrow to her husband Tommy. "You guys watch the movie, I'll take the kids and we have a girl's night. We can watch Practical Magic and make cookies. Then tomorrow we'll all go trick-or-treating." The girls were pleased with this compromise and began running up to their bedrooms, chatting frantically about their costumes and which houses were allegedly going to have full-size candy bars this year.

"Really? Zombie movies? They're just kids. They aren't old enough to deal with that kind of thing," Maria said to you, judging your lack of parenting skills.

"Sorry…" you said sheepishly.

Truthfully, Halloween was your favorite holiday and always has been. You loved the spooky aspect of it, but you also loved that you could be anyone you wanted, if only for a night. For once you weren't just "the fat girl" or whatever other mean things people thought about you. You could be Wonder-Woman, or Ariel, the Grim Reaper, or a ghost. You could even eat all the sugary snacks you wanted and nobody questioned it, because Halloween was a time to indulge in candy.

If there's one thing you're sad you didn't get to enjoy on Halloween, it was the thought of being with someone you love. You'd always wanted someone to dress up in a couples costume together. Or go to a pumpkin patch for a cute little date and pick pumpkins together. You'd even dreamed about someday having a little pumpkin of your own. Picking out a little baby costume, taking them out door to door while they tried to say "trick or treat" but didn't quite know how to say such big words yet. The thought of them getting spooked by a scary decoration and running back to their daddy's arms. Your handsome brave husband, holding them close and shushing them, rubbing their little back to make it all okay. Finally the three of you would go home, tuck the little one in, sort through the candy and maybe take some for the parent tax. Then you'd flop down on the bed together before sharing a different kind of treat.

Knocking you out of your daydream, the girls ran down the stairs, backpacks on their backs, still loudly chatting about Halloween. You sighed, Maria taking the kids out towards her house.

Tommy clapped his hands together excitedly and grabbed his phone and keys. "I'm picking us up a pizza. You two better not start this damn movie without me," he warned, gesturing with his fingers from his eyes to yours and then across to his brother's before ducking out the door. You laughed and headed towards the kitchen, starting to make a quick batch of cookies before Tommy returned. Joel stood awkwardly trying to help, but mainly was just sneaking bites of dough. "Knock it off Joel! There won't be any cookies left with you around." You elbowed him while he popped another glob into his mouth with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes while he argued with you. "Whatever. My brother doesn't need these cookies anyway. He doesn't deserve your bakin', darlin'." He ate more dough.

You couldn't help but feel your chest flutter with butterflies at his nickname, but you tried to ignore them. "Oh yeah, and what about me?" You pouted up at him. "Don't I deserve any cookies?" 

He put his finger on his lip as if deep in thought. "Hmmm… I dunno darlin'. Not sure if I could handle you if you get much sweeter." He winked.

"But I guess you deserve some too.." he plopped a wad of dough into your mouth, running his finger on your lip as he pulled his hand away. 

You smiled, cheeks feeling warm, and chewing the soft, sugary dough.

"Oh, Joel. You're too much.." you avoided his eyes, looking down at the mixer and pretending to be busy with the cookies. 

Why can't I get a man like Joel? You thought to yourself.

Two years ago, you had moved into your new house and met your neighbors, Tommy and Maria, Maria still very pregnant at the time. The three of you became fast friends and it wasn't long before you met Tommy's brother Joel. You were instantly enamored with him. His curly brown hair, mixed with silvery gray streaks, and those deep, gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. Although he could be a grump at times, it was mainly with his brother or his job, and he never showed it towards you. To you he was as sweet as the cookies you were eating.

You instantly developed a little crush on him and it seemed like he was over at his brother's house, or yours, more often than not. The two of you spent time together alone as well, watching movies, talking, doing whatever. Things felt so simple with him, and you knew he would always be there if you needed help with anything. With him, you never felt fat. You never felt ugly. You didn't feel self-conscious. You were just you. He was just him. 

As your friendship progressed, your crush developed quickly into love. But you knew deep down there was no way he could ever feel the same. He was too handsome and charming to ever go for a woman like you, so you pushed down your feelings as best as you could, and even tried some dating apps to try and find someone else to fill the empty space in your heart.

What you didn't know was that Joel was absolutely head-over-heels, smitten with you, from the moment he laid eyes on you at his brother's backyard barbecue. Sure he loved his brother, but nobody wants to spend that much time at their sibling's house. He came over constantly, hoping to see you, until eventually you became close enough that he didn't have to make a scene at his brother's house to get your attention. He could just go to yours. 

Tommy constantly teased him about it, and Maria couldn't help but notice the way you looked at Joel either. Even the kids could tell. The girls loved you like a mother, though you'd never see it. It seemed that it was obvious to everyone but you and him. Joel would flirt, try to gently touch you, be sweet, but you never picked up on it. Although you never pushed away his attempts, you never seemed to reciprocate either, so Joel just figured you didn't like him that way. But he couldn't help flirting, touching, staring at you. And if you didn't protest, he didn't plan to stop. He couldn't if he tried.

While the two of you talked, the cookies, what was left of them, baked in the oven. Finally Tommy came in, two large pizzas in hand. "Now I better not see that movie playing! I warned you two."

He noticed the black television screen and wandered to the kitchen. "Good. You waited for me- oh man! You made cookies? My favorite," he said with grabby hands towards the first pan, still cooling on the stove. 

"Now, don't spoil your dinner. You just brought pizza home, let's eat." You shot a knowing look with Joel after the two of you were practically full already with cookie dough.

"Fine. Whatever, mom." Tommy took a plate from you, sliding a piece of pizza onto his plate and heading towards the couch.

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An hour into the movie, you were all full with pizza and dessert, Tommy in the sofa chair on the side, you and Joel settled into the love seat. You leaned towards his right side, his right arm over the back of your seat. A blanket covered the two of you, and his left hand was crossed over his lap on top of the blanket, hoping you would hold it if you got scared. Whenever a jump scare did happen, you didn't grab for him, but at the slightest flinch, he would palm your knee, rubbing his thumb over you to calm you down. Such a nice guy. I'm so lucky to have him as my friend.

Once when Joel did this, Tommy caught the sight out of the corner of his vision. He rolled his eyes and gave a gagging face. Joel gave him a quick angry brother stare that made Tommy turn back toward the film.

At some point, you felt your pocket buzz. Peering under the blanket at your screen, you saw the little heart notification, letting you know it was one of the dating apps you downloaded. Heart beating faster, you excused yourself saying you wanted to get a drink. Upon entering the kitchen, you quickly opened the notification with shaky hands. You had sent out at least a half dozen matches to people, all turned down the second they saw your profile. The most recent had sent a message as well. "Seriously? Ur gross. Good luck finding anyone to date you lmao." Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down at your body and pinched the fat of your stomach. You had four apps and had sent countless requests, matches, and swipes. Even guys who were big themselves had turned you down. You looked in the kitchen at the pile of cookies, the mostly empty pizza boxes, the bowl of Halloween candy. If the boys weren't here, you'd toss it all in the trash. You suddenly felt self-conscious. Your clothes were tight, your body was heavy and flabby, and you almost felt nauseous. The first sting of tears welled at your eyes, and you dashed off to your bedroom, hoping to quell these emotions before anyone would notice. You weren't ready to go back to the living room.

After a couple minutes, Joel had paused the TV to wait for your return. "She probably had to pee or something. Said she was gettin' a drink." Tommy nodded and the two of them talked. After about ten minutes had passed, Joel began to worry. Even Tommy began to wonder and finally said "where'd your girlfriend end up? It's been a while."

Joel shook his head at Tommy's name for you, but got up off the couch. "I'll go see what's up." He walked into the kitchen and didn't see you, so he kept walking through the house before finally starting upstairs. "Darlin'? You okay?" He still didn't see you, but upon approaching your bedroom door, he heard a soft sniffle.

He gently tapped on the door with his index finger's knuckle. "Sweetheart?" Your sniffling stopped and you quickly wiped your eyes, trying to hide your tears as he slowly opened the door.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to make you guys wait, I was just changing into some comfier clothes." He noticed you had switched from your favorite dress to some sweats and a baggy hoodie. You still looked beautiful to him, though he was a bit confused at the change. "I'll be right down, why don't you go start the movie again." He crossed the room to sit next to you on the bed. "I'm not going to start the movie. What's wrong, darlin'?" 

You pouted, trying to choke back more tears, but his gentle brown eyes made it hard to keep your emotions inside. Joel cupped your cheek, running his thumb gently under your eyes and catching a tear that made it past your walls. You'd never cried in front of Joel before. You made it a goal of yours to try and hide any sad emotions from people, especially him.

"I don't want to ruin the night, Joel. It's nothing. Let's just go back downstairs. I'll be right behind you."

Joel stood up and nodded his head, walking out the door and closing it gently behind him. 

You didn't think he'd actually leave. But it shouldn't surprise you. Who wouldn't leave you?

An aggressive sob ripped through your chest.

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Joel walked downstairs, joining his brother.

"You find her?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah I did. Look, she's not feeling too good right now. I think it's best we call it a night."

"Ah, man. She sick or somethin'?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah somethin' like that. I'll stay and take care of her. Can you maybe keep the kids tonight?" Joel answered, ushering Tommy out the door. Tommy gave him a look, but nodded and walked out the door towards his own house.

Joel closed the door behind him and walked back upstairs, stopping to grab a glass of water for you on the way. He knocked gently again before entering your bedroom, and you turned around, surprised to see him. "Joel? I thought you were watching the movie?"

"Nah, darlin' I could never leave you when you're upset. I sent Tommy home and he's gonna watch the girls tonight. Here, I brought you some water." He sat the water on the nightstand. "Now, you wanna tell me why you're cryin'?" He sat next to you, rubbing your back gently.

You took a sip of the water, set it back down on the nightstand, and sighed, looking down at your hands in your lap which held your cell phone.

"Well, I uh…" you cleared your throat gently. "I recently joined some dating apps..."

Joel's heart took a slight stab, but he pushed it down. You're the one needing comfort, not him.

"I guess, I dunno… I know it's kinda silly, but I've been feeling kinda lonely and y'know... I'm getting older. I'm running out of time to have babies. But, I really just want someone to call mine. Someone to laugh with and go on dates with and…" you tapered off, not wanting to admit your desire for cuddles, kisses, and love-making. 

"Oh, sweet girl," he held you in his arms. "That's nothing to feel shy or silly about. It's natural to want those things. But why are you cryin'? Did somethin' happen?"

"I just… I haven't gotten any matches. Everyone I've sent anything to has denied me, and-" you sniffled and Joel pulled you tighter. "Shh, shh, sweet girl, it's okay. Those people on those apps, they don't know what they're missin' out on. They don't see how beautiful and sweet y'are. They wouldn't know how to treat you right anyway. If they can't see how wonderful you are, they don't deserve to be with ya anyway."

"Thank you Joel…" you muttered. "But… it's not just that. I got a message when we were watching the movie and I went into the kitchen to read it, and-" you handed him your phone with a sniffle. Joel pulled away from you, holding the phone back a bit to read it with his bad vision. As he read it, his jaw and fists clenched. It may have been the first time Joel saw you cry, but it was also the first time Joel got angry when it was just the two of you.

"If I knew where this asshole little boy lived, I'd go over there right now and kick his ass for saying something like that to you" he seethed. "I can't believe anyone would say something like that to you."

You picked at a hangnail on your finger, still staring at your lap. Finally Joel took a breath and looked at you again. "Darlin'. You don't - you don't believe that guy do you?" He asked while rubbing your back again.

"Maybe…" you felt tears run down your cheeks. "I mean, he's right, isn't he? I'm not attractive or skinny. Nobody wants me, not even any of these guys on this app. Even the guys who aren't skinny don't want me either."

"Sweetheart. That's just not true. Look at me-" he lifted your chin with his left hand, right arm still holding you close. You hesitantly met his gaze, your wet eyes looking into his gentle browns. "Those men, if you even wanna call them that, they wouldn't know what beautiful was if it slapped them across the face. You're the most beautiful, sweet, funny woman I've ever met. Any man would be lucky to have you." He took a deep breath before admitting, "I'd be lucky to have you."

"What-?" You interrupted him.

"Darlin'... I never want to push your boundaries, but you don't see how often I flirt with you, tease you, and touch you? You don't see how smitten I am with you?" You frowned, brows furrowing as you picked through your memory. "I thought you were just a nice guy. Just a friend. I didn't… I didn't think you could ever like me as more than a friend, so I just ignored the butterflies I got around you." 

You searched his eyes, waiting for a joke, or your alarm to go off and wake you up from this dream.

"Sweetheart, I've been in love with you since just about the time I saw you walk across my brother's lawn towards me. I just figured y'wasn't interested in me that way."

"Joel," you laughed. "I've felt the same way."

He smiled, once again tilting your chin, yet this time pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle, but held so much love and meaning, that the two of you couldn't help but smile in the middle of it. He pulled away, "and by the way, y'aren't old either. If anyone's old here, it's me. But if you want babies, I'll give you all the babies you want. But you already got two girls who love you. Sometimes I think they even love y'more than me," he laughed.

You smiled at him and nodded "I do love those girls like they're my own. But I would still like a little baby someday too."

He kissed you again, more passionately this time, licking your lip until you opened up and let your tongues dance together. He pulled away, running his nose across your jaw before stopping at your ear. "Only one way to give you that, darlin'." He gently bit your earlobe before kissing down your neck. 

You sighed. "Joel… please."

"Please, what darlin'?" He purred, kissing your clavicle through your baggy shirt. 

"Please, make love to me" you answered breathlessly, tipping your head back so he could better access your neck. 

"Take these baggy clothes off then, baby. Lemme see you," he gave you one last kiss on the lips before the two of you began undressing, stopping every few seconds to share grabby kisses. Once undressed, he pulled you into him and kissed you deeply, your hands on his chest. With a swift move, he tumbled the two of you sideways so that you were now on the bed, him on his back and you straddling his hips. You leaned down, kissing his lips, while the slight movement against his waist caused you both to moan at the feeling. "Baby I've wanted this for so long. Let me take care of you," Joel whispered, thumb stroking your cheek. He flipped the two of you over, slithering down towards your waist, where you spread your legs for him. He groaned, looking at how evident it was you wanted him, pumping his already hard cock a few times. Flattening himself on his stomach, he gently touched your thighs and began to kiss your legs. "Y'sure you still want this, baby?" 

"Yes Joel, please" you answered, tense with anticipation. Without a beat, he tipped his head down, licking a stripe up your slit. You let out a sigh, hips bucking toward his face. "I know baby, I know." His low timbre vibrated through your core. He gave a quick peck to your clit before swirling his tongue around it and heading downwards, licking between your folds while his nose continued to put pressure on your clit.

His fingers slid through, touching your entrance in a questioning way. "Yes, Joel, please" you cried, wiggling closer, your hands tugging at his hair. 

With your pleas, he inserted his finger, curling upwards before adding a second and finally hitting that spot inside you that made your breathing catch in your chest. He stroked, while still licking gently, occasionally sucking on your clit. Before long you were gripping the sheets with one hand, his hair in your other, as you finally tumbled into your orgasm. "So beautiful, baby" he coaxed, licking you through the waves of pleasure. 

"Think you're ready for me?" He looked up at you over your plush tummy. "Yes, Joel, please I'm so ready."

He stalked over your body, kissing his way up. He kissed your vulva, "I love this," he purred. He kissed your stomach, running his hands across your sides. "I love this," he licked. "I love these," he massaged your breasts, kissing each nipple. "I love you" he finally looked you in the eyes, kissing you on the lips deeply. 

"I love you too." You kissed him back, running your hands through his messy hair, down his broad shoulders and back. His hand snaked around, grabbing his cock and giving a few strokes through your folds until he was wet enough. Finally he pushed against your entrance, slowly entering you, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. Your fingers clawed at his back as he finally pushed all the way in, the two of you sighing in relief. 

Your body adjusted, and with a kiss to his nose, you prompted him to move. "Okay Joel, I'm ready."

Slowly, he began to thrust, pulling slowly out and gently pushing back in, eventually picking up to a pleasurable pace. He kissed you like his lips couldn't be away for longer than a few seconds, and it didn't take much before you were barreling towards your second release of the evening. "I'm almost there, Joel" you kissed, grabbing him around his back. "Me too, baby. Come for me." His thrusts were getting sloppy, but you could tell he was holding himself back for you. His fingers drifted over your clit, giving a few circular strokes and causing you to shudder around him, your eyes slamming shut with a moan. He followed right behind you, a couple messy strokes before pumping into you, filling you up and working you both through it. As the two of you came down from your high, he kissed you passionately, holding you like you were the only thing in the world. 

The two of you lay on your sides, you snuggled into his chest, his chin resting on your head before eventually he became soft and slipped out of you. You both sighed at the loss, but held each other until you rolled out to use the restroom and clean up. When you returned from the bathroom, you asked if he wanted to stay and he said yes. 

You lent him an extra toothbrush and the two of you stood side by side, brushing your teeth and stealing glances at each other in the mirror with matching lovesick smiles. Things felt domestic and comfortable as the two of you walked back to bed, sharing soft kisses snuggled to each other. Having completely forgotten why you were upset earlier, you fell asleep curled into his arms, full of love and hope for the future with a man you loved. 

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The next morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and breakfast cooking. You strolled down the stairs and saw Joel, wearing just his boxers and tee shirt, grabbing a slice of toast from the toaster. 

At the sound of your steps, he turned and smiled softly. "Morning, baby."

"Good morning, handsome," you replied, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

"I could get used to that," Joel replied, squeezing your ass and pulling his face away to look in your eyes.

"Joel! You devil," you giggled, gently smacking his arm. "You ain't seen nothing yet, baby" he nibbled your jaw.

After the two of you ate breakfast, you shared a shower, and he threw on a pair of extra clothes he keeps in his car. It would be hard to keep his visit a secret from his brother with his car still in your driveway, but as far as Tommy was concerned, you were sick and Joel was taking care of you.

The two of you made the walk over to Tommy's house to get the girls and participate in Halloween activities for the day. Walking in the door, Tommy pulled you into a hug. "Hey, we were worried about you! Are you feeling better? Were you sick?"

You looked up at Joel, sharing a knowing look. "I was just a little upset about something, but I'm feeling much better now," you smiled. 

Tommy gasped. "FINALLY!!!!" He threw his hands in the air while Maria grinned. 

"Cough it up Tommy!" Sarah held out her hand to her uncle. "You know I had October." He handed her a five dollar bill.

"You bet money on us?" Joel asked in disbelief, rubbing your back. 

"Obviously. You guys have both been pining since you first met," Ellie answered, rolling her eyes. "It was too entertaining for us to interfere though," Sarah added with a smirk.

You stared down at your shoes, feeling embarrassed, but Joel grabbed your hand. You smiled up at him and it felt like everything was aligned. "Yep, we finally took the step. And now I get to do this whenever I want," Joel pulled you into his arms for a deep kiss. 

"UGH. GROSS, DAD." Ellie and Sarah groaned, walking out of the room.

You both laughed, sharing a smile and heading towards the group to get ready for Halloween with your family.

[recreationalfanfics]

Hi 💞I just discovered your account and I read all of Ror yandere's posts and I think your writing is the best I've ever read for Ror ✨✨. So I decided to place an order. This is the first time I order on any account 😅 So what about yandere poseidon, Thor, Buda, hades (if you don't read the manga, put Loki instead of him please) with a reader like Hinata Hyuga, shy, sweet, and heir to a powerful clan, but people think she's Weak and they prefer her sister, and she loves someone other than the yandere, and that other person is not aware of her feelings, and he loves another girl. You can choose if the reader is a god or a human. English is not my first language, so sorry if it is not understood 💀💀

I READ HINATA HYUGA AND INSTANTLY KNEW I HAD TO DO THIS REQUEST, SHE IS MY QUEEN. The reader will be human! I ALSO WANTED TO ADD THOR BUT I DIDN'T HAVE THE MOTIVATION SORRY-

chsjgjejc, she's so pretty I'm gonna cry

Yandere! Buddha x Hinata Hyuga! Reader:

- He loves you from right off the bat okay, your beliefs align so well with his and while people seemed to be ignorant about your strength, though he supposes thats what he liked most about you. You weren't just a demure and anxious woman, you had so many more layers to you.

- You were loving, absolutely passionate about those whom you loved and cared about. From your first fight, you showed your true strength and it really impressed Buddha.

- I'm gonna be honest, his feelings for you were genuinely wholesome and sweet from the start. He liked you and he was nice to you, yet when he tried to approach you romantically; you didn't shy away but confidently told him there was someone else. He was dissapointed...ah...so you already had a s/o? He shouldn't be surprised, you're amazing-

- Oh...they weren't your s/o? That's...interesting. He starts to look into this mortal that you seem to be so infatuated with and, well, he doesn't like what he finds. This person has the most desirable person in the world at their feet and they just act like she isn't there???

- How!? Buddha's world light's up once you enter the room. Everything around him seems brighter and more full of life, much so to the point that he notices when you're not around him, everything feels more lonely and sad. It doesn't make sense how they have you in the palm of their hands and yet, still want to have someone else.

- Buddha's obsession LITERALLY starts because of this, he is so close to winning your heart, he knows it! Every shy smile you give him when you compliment him, the way you blush but thank him when he hands you a snack, and how you confide in him. He nearly has you, his heart at his fingertips. But then that person just smiles at you once and you're cruelly pulled back to them. Maintaining a one-sided loyalty.

- Buddha is definetly one of the more smarter yanderes, he could actually manage to manipulate you into giving up your crush. Yeah, he might stalk and spy on you in secret but he'll project his yandere tendencies onto you. Saying how he's concerned with YOUR obsessive behavior (all while keeping his own a secret) and manipulating you saying it was selfish of you to hold onto them when they want someone else. He asks: "Do you truly love them? Because if you were, you'd let them find their happiness...even if it doesn't include you..."

- If he manages to get through to you, perfect! He just needs to capture your interest which isn't hard (look at that man and tell me you wouldn't fall in love, I dare you) since he'd help you recover from your broken heart and put all the broken pieces together. He is now the one you look at during fights, he is now the one you devote your endless love too, and it gives him such an ego boost.

- Yeah, maybe he didn't take his own device but in his defense; you were already the perfect and ideal match for him and he knew you'd love him back...he just had to get rid of the little nuisance that was keeping you from realizing your true feelings.

- If there is the slight chance you do realize he's trying to manipulate you or that your feelings are too strong for your crush, he will just straight up tell you that they DO NOT LOVE YOU. THEY WILL NEVER LOVE YOU. NOT THE WAY HE DOES. Why...why can't you see that???

Yandere! Poseidon x Hinata Hyuga! Reader:

- NO BECAUSE, LIKE, IF THE READER IS HINATA THEN POSEIDON IS DEFINETLY TONERI, JUST A BIT DIFFERENT BUT BASICALLY: POSEIDON FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU, A NEW GODDESS.

- LIKE, HE ABSOLUTELY FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU SOMEHOW DESPITE YOU BEING A HUMAN (to clarify: you caught his eye when you were a legal consenting adult) AND THAT YOU DEFINETLY HAD AN EFFECT ON HIM WITHOUT REALIZING IT.

- He admired you so much and loved you so dearly, in his mind, he hated all humans but maybe...maybe YOU were the one destined for him, you did not digust him at all, and while everyone in your clan had exceptional talent, YOU were the best, even being deemed as "The Bykaugan Princess".

- When you enter Ragnarok, you do it to protect humanity but also for love...Sadly, not for Poseidon's love but for the love of a human who didn't even notice you! One who you gave your heart and soul too and yet, they didn't even spare a second glance in your direction.

- While Poseidon loved you, he hated the person you fell in love with because they reminded him of every aspect he hated about humanity. Their arrogance for taking your love for granted, their ignorance as they never noticed the longing looks that you gave them, and their obnoxiousness as they casually brushed you off. YOU WERE FIGHTING IN RAGNAROK BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO PROTECT HUMANITY, BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY: THEM.

- It IRKED Poseidon because he was jealous of a human. He doesn't blame you for having a crush on them, he sees how gentle your heart is and how your kindness is simply too much for your heart to hold for itself so you share it with others.

- No, he was upset at everyone around you. Those who talked down to you, looked down at you for how you acted (even though you couldn't help but be a living symbol of elegance and perfection) but if they had watched you like Poseidon had, that you were far from what they thought about you. You were mighty and you were strong, especially for those who you loved.

- He wanted to romance you, he truly did. He showed his softer self to you when he was able to be around you and tried his best to not look so intimidating but it just wasn't enough. For some reason, that disgusting person you adored was taking Poseidon's place in your heart. It was their fault he couldn't court you like how he wanted because they somehow made you obsessed with him!

- He had to resort to such nasty methods. Maybe he kidnapped your sister like how Toneri did and made you marry him to garuntee her safety. Maybe he threatened to use his position as a God to make sure your little crush suffers, hell, you did kill one of his fellow Gods so he's sure he could get some other God's in targeting your crush as revenge.

- He hated seeing that fearful look on your face but when you finally submitted to him, he couldn't deny it made his heart beat faster. He knows you only went because you care too much about people but he isn't too upset because he knows, after a while, you will realize that HE is the one you should be obsessed with and loyally devoted to because unlike that pathetic human, he will return it ten fold♡

Yandere! Loki x Hinata Hyuga! Reader:

- Aw, you're a pathetic little mouse, aren't you?~ You started out as an obsession right off the bat to him, honestly. Your eyes are what caught his attention but you were so timid and neglected, poor thing♡ He approached you long before the fights started but saw you during the preparations of the whole thing and ah, you were simply too adorable to resist.

- But then when he sees you fight with the Gentle Fist technique for the first time then he is obsessed with you, so the little mouse does have some fight in her, huh? And yet, as soon as the battle is over and he pins you to the wall after your victory. You start to get nervous and stutter and he chuckles and murmurs a: "How precious~" before he lets you scamper off like the cute mouse you are.

- He borders on the line of being all lovey dovey with you and being absolutely mean to you. Like, you're upset because you realized Brunhilde meant to pick your sister instead and asked if you were willing to trade but you just tried to argue that you can handle it...well, tried. You ended up nearly in tears so Brunhilde left to "give you sometime to think it over." which really meant she just couldn't deal with you.

- "Aw, poor little mouse, once more; only the second choice to their big sister." Loki teased. You tried to wipe your tears, not wanting him to he mean to you like he usually is but you couldn't stop them. He just feigns another sound of sympathy as he reaches over and brushes your tears away with his thumb and squishes your face cutely as he smiles, "If it helps, I think that you're much better than your big sister. She's so mean and boring, but you're simply adorable."

- His bullying can also stem from the fact that you love someone other than him, which pisses him off. Usually, he'd be angry at you but he's even angrier when he sees that the person you've given your heart too DOESN'T EVEN WANT IT. AND YET YOU NEVER GIVE UP TRYING TO PROVE YOURSELF WHEN LOKI IS RIGHT THERE. Okay maybe he's a little mad at you but only because despite your all-seeing eye, HE IS BETTER FOR YOU. Yes he's a little mean but that's just because he loves you♡

- He'll bully your crush out of you too. Mocking you for wanting someone who doesn't want you, how you should just give up on them because they're never going to notice you, not the way that Loki does. They will never love you.

- And as your once more crying from his hurtful words, he once more pulls you into a gentle and loving hug and nuzzles his face into your neck: "Aw, they're never gonna want you. Not when that girl is a much better match for them. So you should just give up and be with me instead! I can be so much more for you♡"

- He truly does envy your crush, though. When you're not being sad, you truly are beautiful. The shy yet dreamy smiles you have, the way your eyes flare with admiration and pure love, your face becoming so beautiful that no painting or photo could truly capture your beauty. Loki gets upset when he gets reminded that its not for him.

- He will shape-shift into your crush sometimes as a cruel joke but you never fall for it because of your eyes, but he'll taunt you with it and be all: "Would you give me a kiss now, (Y/n)? Hmm? If I looked like them? If I acted like them?" and you just look him dead in the eyes, your confidence coming out as you glare and say: "No, because my heart belongs to them. And you will never be them."

- You're so pathetic in his eyes. He could destroy you for talking to him like that and you both knew it, yet you risked it all because you loved this person with such passion from the depths of your heart. You fought for humanity not just because it was right but because they'd be destroyed along with it and you'd never let any harm come to them. You will unfailingly run to them again and again just to get your heartbroken but you're willing to endure it because you love them. And as Loki feels what could only be described as heartbreak from your words, he realizes that you've made him just as pathetic as you are...

[tender-rosiey]

miss me? | gojo satoru ft. gn!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: my cheeks are burning, for some reason it makes me very shy describing a kiss SO YEAH this is just pure fluff that originated in my head also I have an angst to comfort idea in mind so do prepare yourself, I won’t hold back because hell yeah I am writing angst again 😫

“sensei, stop looking at your phone! we are going to fucking die!”

satoru couldn’t help it; he couldn’t just leave you on delivered now, could he? especially since you took the time to text him and make his day, and won’t you look at that cute selfie you took with the plushie. he could just die right now.

“gojo-sensei help!”

oh right.

his students.

“come on guys try harder, I am sure you can do it!” he cheered, going back to his phone and hoping to have time to chat with you once again.

“sensei—“ that’s what he heard which was later followed by a screech from the curse who is now dead. he looked at his students, the three standing in victory but looking at gojo with such annoyance and anger radiating off of them rather noticeably.

“we told you to help us!” nobara yelled, making her way to her teacher, fully ready to suplex the hell out of him, only to be held back by her two other friends.

megumi sighed already having enough of this, “let’s just leave him; he’s obviously not paying attention.”

Itadori whines, “why are we always being left for his phone!”

the three can hear gojo giggling like a school girl on the phone and conclude that his lover, you, is on the phone. they know little of you, but with the way that menace is acting, you must be someone who’s amazing enough to make him head over heels this way.

“satoru, are you done with the mission?”

“yes yes, of course! I wouldn’t have called if I didn’t.”

“liar,” megumi grumbles, and he sees as gojo teleports out of the way to god knows where.

he continues as he walks away, “but how are you, baby? I missed you a lot,” that caused you to giggle and his heart flutters at the sound.

Itadori soon speaks up, “anyone want sushi?” the other two just nod and move along. they were going to deal with their teacher later.

now to said teacher.

“would you like me to buy something for you?” he asks while already getting you your favorite snacks.

“how about a little bit of your time?” you answer, and gojo can decipher the little sadness behind your voice and he sighs.

“I will be with you soon, don’t miss me too much!” he says and blows you an obnoxious loud and wet kiss through the phone. he couldn’t care less that the people in the store are staring at him.

true to his word, you’re soon reunited with gojo.

“hey, I am home!”

“welcome back!” you say as you and tackle him with a hug that unsurprisingly did not make him fall like you intended to.

he laughs, “easy there, tiger,” nonetheless he returns the hug, “I missed you too.”

you stay in the embrace of one another until satoru suddenly pulls you to big couch he has got solely for cuddling, and you know you’ve got yourself in for a long ride.

not too late, you’re gently placed on said couch and are greeted with something rather heavy.

“satoru, get off! you’re suffocating me!” you say as your arms shake around struggling to get the 6 foot three man off you.

his arms, meanwhile, are wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles into your chest, “no way~”

a few moments pass by and you give up, opting to just play with his hair while you grumble, “this isn’t fair.”

satoru sighs in contentment while your fingers work their magic, though it doesn’t stop the laugh that erupts out of his chest, a lovely sound you don’t want to stop.

he starts pressing light kisses across your arm before reaching your face, “it’s not like it’s this bad, right?” with another kiss to your cheek, “you love when I show you my undying love, no?”

slowly his kisses make their way to your lips, and his lips mold against yours, moving with a slow yet sweet rythme that almost drives you insane. you feel all his love pouring into you; his hand holding yours and finger intertwining, his other one settling on your waist.

“god, you’re gorgeous.” his voice barely above a whisper, “so pretty, aren’t you, hm?” you feel his eyes on you, “could just die right here right now if the last thing I see is you, baby,” and you can tell the love behind them and the adoration, maybe even something else.

you’re left no time to think it over as his lips connect with yours again. your hand is cradling his cheek, both of you choosing to deepen the kiss, but then he pulls away for a moment and you hear him murmur, “‘love you so much, you might be driving me insane.”

he brushes the hair out of your face, “but you must like that, huh?” he kisses your forehead and chuckles lightly, pulling back.

“so miss me or no?” he says, a grin tugging on his lips.

“what do you think?”

his face is once again near yours, “I don’t know,” his thumb drags slowly and gently across your lower lip, “I will need to make sure once again.”

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[deadbydangit]

@vicketch I'm sorry you aren't feeling well, maybe this will help.

Cheering up a depressed Reader

Legion (Julie), Dwight, Kate

Legion (Julie)

Feeling down?

Not for long!

This girl has been there, done that.

When she first entered the realm, she had a period of depression.

But she pulled herself out of it.

And she's going to pull you out of that pit too.

First, she'll want to talk about it.

What's bothering you?

Is someone bothering you?

"If it is I'll go kick their ass right now."

She won't outright force you to talk, but she'll strongly encourage it.

Want some snacks?

She has lots of snacks.

Cookies were always her go to snack when she was upset.

Just no beer.

Or drugs

Julie knows better than anyone how drinking doesn't help solve the problem.

She and the other Legion have tried to drink and smoke their troubles away.

It does not work.

It makes things worse.

Wanna play a game?

Maybe do a make over?

Prank Frank?

Go for a walk?

Tell stories?

You sure you don't want to prank Frank.

"Trust me. It's really funny. I once replaced his knife with a rubber one and he came back from trials pissed."

And laughing is a good way to feel better.

Sitting around just makes things worse.

She's the type who wants to keep you focused on anything but your depression.

She'll even swallow her pride and tell you about her own experience with it and how she dealt with it.

"I was with the others, we all worked through it together. And you? I'll work through it with you. You won't suffer alone."

Dwight Fairfield

You don't even have to say anything, Dwight can tell.

He's great at reading emotions and detecting small changes in someone's personality.

So, when you don't seem like yourself, he knows.

He's been through depression before.

He knows how much it sucks.

But he won't outright say he knows you're depressed.

He'll lay beside you one day, and just start chatting with you.

"I've been where you are. I felt so useless, I thought everything was just pointless."

He'll pull your head into his lap.

"But then I realized, there are so many more reasons to be happy than there are to be sad. Even here."

And he'll list some.

"Sunshine, flowers, you..."

And he'll look down at you with tears in his eyes.

But he's still smiling.

He hates seeing you so upset.

But him frowning isn't going to make you feel better.

He's no therapist, but he'll listen and give the best advice he can.

Sometimes he'll do something silly or tell a really dumb joke.

But you're laughing and smiling.

He's also very good about keeping track of your health.

Did you drink enough water? Have you eaten? Was it healthy? Too much junk food can make you depressed.

It may seem overbearing, but he really wants you to get better.

You being so sad isn't on his list of things that make him happy.

Kate Denson

"What's got you all blue sugar?"

She'll make sure to ask in private.

She understands if you don't want your troubles going public.

She had enough of that in the real world.

Kate is also very good at sensing emotions.

This girl is almost always rainbows and sunshine.

So it's surprising that even she dealt with depression at a time

"I wasn't doing what I loved to make me happy. So my music wasn't happy. Then no one is happy."

If you want to talk about it, she's all ears.

If not, she's not going to force you.

Instead, she'll change the subject.

Something funny like a story or a joke.

"...And that's how I accidentally made Hannah Montana hate my guts."

And she'll laugh.

And her laughter will make you laugh.

She had written some music when she was in her depressive moments, and she'll offer to sing it to you.

Then she'll sing you her most upbeat happy ones.

It's to show you how strong she bounced back from her sadness.

"Come 'er Darlin'."

She's putting your fingers on her guitar and guiding you to a few strings.

It's her way of saying that you can get over it too.

"And I'll be right 'er with ya' the whole time."

[tomholland1996simp]

A Peter Parker x reader where the reader and Peter are best friends and one day they are studying together and the reader is wanting to ask peter to cuddle. Then maybe it ends with them cuddling just a short cuteness one x

Cuddles || Peter parker

Summary: The reader and Peter have been best friends for so long and whenever each other is sad they use cuddles as something to help one another through tough times. Now y/n needs Peter during studying as she’s feeling down after a fight with her mother.

A/N: Thank you for the requests, i’m trying to finish everything in my inbox. Some of the requests I never got around to doing, but i’m starting to do them now. Still keep up all the request though! Also I have a wattpad account that you can all check out to see my stories. Wattpad = @JustTomHolland26

(Isn’t proof read, it’s nearly 2am so I apologise if this is bad. I’m going bed now, goodnight)

You and Peter have been best friends for most of your life’s. At the age of five you both had met each other. He was just a young boy who had just lost his parents, and his aunt knew he needed a friend. May was best friends with your mum at the time, you had met her a couple times before. You never knew she had a cute nephew around your age.The five year old was crying in his room, not having spoken to anyone for days not even his aunt. He missed his parents, them being around and now he was left empty and alone.

Well that was until you came along. A little girl with the exact same gap in her tooth as Peter. Your mother had asked you if you wanted to make a new friend, and you agreed straight away. You loved making new friends, you didn’t really have many at that age so you wanted to try make some with any opportunity you got.

May showed you to Peters room, you remember her knocking at the door telling Peter that ‘someone’s here for you’. You remember walking into his bedroom that was filled with star wars posters, legos and other toys. Peter sniffled at the edge of his bed, you closed the door walking closer to him.

“Hi, i’m y/n” You told him with your bright smile.

“Hi i-im peter” He finally looked at you, him smiling a little seeing that you was around his age.

“Hi Peter, w-why you crying?” Five year old asked him.

“My mummy and daddy have gone to heaven” He told you.

“I’m sorry, my daddy is in heaven too. Maybe they would meet” You smile, Peter smiling knowing that you know what it’s like to lose someone. “Do you wanna be friends?”

“Yes, please” Peter smiled as you sat on his bed.

“You know what helps me when i’m sad?” Y/n asked the five year old, hun muttering a ‘what?’

“Cuddles” She smiles pulling Peter into a big long hug, them lying on the bed eventually falling asleep. Both May and y/m/n walked in an hour later seeing the two cute five year olds asleep.

Present day

You walk up to the door of the apartment, knocking on the door. Seconds later the door opens, you walk into the house you are very familiar with. Going straight to the kitchen to get a drink. “Hello to you too y/n!” May calls putting her shoes on in a rush.

“Hey May! Just gonna raid your cupboards, don’t mind me” You told her, grabbing a snack and walking over to her. “Remember May, breathe you look beautiful. Happy is such a lucky man” You tell her, her thanking you and kissing your head.

She shut the door behind her as you made your way to Peters room. Today had been such a long day and all you wanted to do is chill out with your best friend. Lately you have been struggling with life, you had an argument with your mum earlier, it had been coming up to the anniversary of your dads death.It really took a tole on your mother more than you. He died when you was really young, at age of 4 you don’t understand certain things so you didn’t remember a lot about him.

You go to his door, not bothering to knock. Peter was sitting on his bed, books, pages and notes spread all over his bed. He looked up when he saw you, a soft smile planted on his lips. “Hey” He diverts his eyes back on his revision notes.

“Hey, what you doing?” You asked sitting on his bed where there was space.

“Studying for the math test on Monday” He told you, you rolled your eyes. It was Saturday night and he was revising for a test on Monday. You asked him earlier to hang out but he said he had things to do, you didn’t realise revising on a Saturday was his ‘thing to do’.

“Peter, it’s Saturday. You shouldn’t be revising on a Saturday when you could be doing better things, like hanging out with your best friend” You say, placing your glass of water on the side.

Peter chuckled at your comment tapping his pen on the paper, “How about you revise with me, you have this test too, you know?” His eyes locked with yours, uh how you could stare into them all day. “Maybe you will get a good mark and impress Mr Brown” Peter adds on and smirks at you.

“Ooo, maybe I should gotta impress that sexy man.”

“He probably has a wife and kids” Peter laughs.

You shrug your shoulders, “Must have a big dick-“ Peter pushes you a little making you look at him laughing. “Your disgusting, that man is like 50 odd”

“I’m just joking” You tell him honestly, picking up one of his note books to start revising. However you grew bored after an hour, your phone kept vibrating, your mother sending you messages. She has always been like this during this time, for about two weeks she will be an absolute bitch, then she will act like nothing happened.

You swipe through all the messages she sent you. She was apologising then telling you to come home then saying to not ever come back. You love your mum but she can be too much sometimes, and you wish your dad could be there. The notes were long forgotten, you just stare at the screen holding your tears back.

The one time you sniffle, Peters head snaps up. “You okay?” He asked concerned, you both haven’t spoken words to each other in a while, him being too concentrated on his work.

“Erm-yeah, yeah. No, I just got a runny nose.” You lie to him with a fake smile, wiping your nose. “Hey, can we chill and watch a movie?” You ask him.

“Maybe later, in like an hour” He said, focusing back on his work believing your lie but still worried. You sigh, your head falling back on his head board. He had been studying for hours now and all you wanted to do is cuddle, watch a movie and sleep.

“Please” You pleaded, hoping he would catch on that you needed him. “I just want to cuddle” You tell him, he instantly knew something was wrong. Ever since that day when you were both five, anytime one another was sad you would always ask to cuddle. Peter quickly gathered all his things together, you apologetically smiling at him as the tears fall. He put everything one his desk, getting under the covers as soon as you got under them.

Peter opened his arms, you falling into them instantly. “It’s okay, I got you” He cooed you as you cried into his arms. One of his hands rubs your back whilst the other plays with your hair. Peter kisses your head, saying the most kindest things to make you calm down.

“My mum and I had an argument. It’s getting to the anniversary again, for my dad. A-and I can’t take her anymore, I love her so much but I always get treated like shit-like-like it’s my fault or something” You sniffle into his arms, his heart breaking.

“Y/n, Hey, look at me…..please.” You lift your head up to look directly at him. “I promise you it’s not your fault, what happened to your dad is not your fault. I thought that first with my parents and Ben, however I can just about say that it’s not my fault. I couldn’t have stopped it, and I can confidently say your fathers death has nothing to do with you. No one knew he would get into a car crash.” Peter kissed your forehead, brushing your hair from your face.

“I just feel like no one loves me or cares” You admittedly told him.

“That’s not true. I care, May cares, Mj, Ned and all our friends do. And we all love you…maybe even Mr Brown might.” This made you laugh a little. “Your mum does too. It must be hard on her but that isn’t an excuse for her to treat you like that, but I know deep down inside she does. Why didn’t you tell me you felt like this?” He was truly upset that he only just found out how you was feeling, that you never came to him before.

You looked at him feeling safe in his arms, “I don’t know. I-I just don’t want to loose you, Pete” You hug him tighter.

“You will never loose me y/n, we are in this together forever. Just next time come to me, you need to tell me these things and I’ll be your shoulder to cry on. I’m always here to cuddle. I love cuddling with you” He told you, laying back down into a more comfortable position, him noticing your tired eyes as you try to fight back your sleep.

“Go sleep, angel” He whispers as your eyes start to shut. “Thank you, Petey” You kiss his cheek before letting sleep take over you.

“Don’t thank me, i’ll always be here for you. I’m in love with you y/n” Peter whispers before falling into a deep sleep himself, still cuddling and holding you close.

[hazardworld]

Part 2 of Monster Town. Part 1

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30 minutes later, Steve was snacking on another fish, watching Dustin pace as he angrily ranted in front of Robin and Eddie, who had tagged along purely because Robin needed a ride and Dustin wasn’t letting Steve "escape," even after Steve reassured him he wouldn’t try anything.

He would’ve tried something.

He wasn’t their problem to deal with.

"So you’re telling me not only has Steve kept his monster status from me, his bff for life, but he’s also risked his life because of his shitty parents telling him to restrict being himself?" Robin gave him a pointed glare as Dustin confirmed, whereas Eddie just raised an eyebrow, purple eyes laced with befuddlement.

"Guys, look, it’s not your problem! My parents are shitty, sure, but this isn’t an issue any of you should deal with, especially you, Eddie."

"Bullshit, Harrington." Steve’s brow furrowed as Eddie rubbed the side of his face, exasperated, with a small smile. "You and your stupid fucking martyr complex, wasn’t it you who told me I was part of the Party now, anyway—"

"And when one party member requires assistance, it is up to the other members of the party to provide that assistance!" Eddie raised his hand towards Dustin as if to say, 'exactly, you shithead,'

"See? You listened to my problems, now I’ll help you with yours, deal?" Steve nodded slowly, hugging his arms to his chest and looking away from the rest of the group. That didn’t last long though, as he was being yanked up by Dustin, and soon, pushed by Robin and Eddie, to where he quickly realized the pool was.

"Guys I literally just got dry—"

"Shut it Steve, I’m seeing your fish form, even if I have to possess you to get in there myself!" Steve let out a puff of air. It wasn’t like he was resisting, honestly, so before he got close enough where Dustin would fling him in, he spun himself to the side, making his friends all crash into the pool themselves.

Whoops.

So sad.

"STEVE!" Dustin’s voice was the first one he heard, angry, sure, but not in danger (poodles can swim, right?). He sighed, smiling lightly at his younger brother and best friends’ pissed faces. Robin shot him the finger, and he returned it right back.

"Fuc—St’ve!" And then there was Eddie, sputtering and splashing, and immediately, Steve went into panic mode, diving in and keeping the man up above the surface as he caught his breath.

"Eds, you ok?" Eddie nodded, coughing out water.

"Yeah, shit, I uh—" Eddie froze, eyes widened, staring at the pool floor. Steve raised an eyebrow, was there a bug, a spider or something? He looked down, and immediately realized Eddie’s distress: Steve’s tail had wrapped itself snugly around Eddie’s ankles, keeping Eddie afloat, but also 100% tied down.

Also, not to mention it was Steve’s tail, which was weird, because usually he had to contemplate the change before he made it, but this time he’d dove in and gone full form without even thinking.

And also, it was Steve’s tail.

On Eddie’s skin.

Fuck.

He started to loosen it, drifting away, but Eddie quickly put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

"No, no, it’s keeping me upright, keep it there, just…" Eddie bit his lip and looked away, Steve pretending not to notice the red blooming his cheeks, "you’re real pretty like this, Harrington. No wonder the girls find you so irresistible." Eddie finished off with his signature cocky smirk.

"Found, Munson. Stopped using sirenspeak after Hellkins round 1," Steve watched as not only Eddie, but Dustin and Robin’s eyes all widened.

"Holy shit, that’s why all your romance tips were such bull! Because you’ve never actually tried to swoon someone!" Steve sputtered and crossed his arms indignantly.

"Of—Of course I’ve tried to swoon someone, Henderson! I’ll have you know, I only used sirenspeak to get Nancy to notice me, not make her fall in love with me. That I did by hand. Besides, in a romantic context, it’s really only good for one-time things, the whole premise being to kill the person after, so…" He gave a weak smile, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, you’re too sweet to kill people, Steve," Robin smirked, and Steve stuck his tongue out and gave her a little splash. She phased it out while putting up two middle fingers, and Steve rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. It’s also against the law, Rob, in case you were wondering." Robin laughed lightly as she flew herself up out of the pool, grabbing Steve’s towel from earlier. Dustin quickly followed up the pool steps and shook himself off, which left Eddie, who was still bonded to Steve by his ankles.

"So how is this gonna work, Stevie?" Steve smirked.

"I’ve got an idea," He laid his upper body back onto the surface of the water, and gently moved Eddie up and back until he hit the edge of the pool. "Let me know when the lip is on your kneecaps." Steve moved Eddie up and down until he was given an indication, and Eddie took the obvious hint to sit, and Steve finally unwrapped himself. He then moved himself next to Eddie, and crossed his arms over the edge, plopping his head on top.

"So, you never learned how to swim, eh Munson?" Eddie rolled his eyes, blushing in embarrassment. He crossed his own arms and kicked the water in front of him.

"Yeah, yeah. We didn’t have a local pool close enough for me to walk to in Indy, and by the time I got here it was kinda too old for someone to be using a floaty for reasons other than relaxing." Steve nodded.

"Fair, fair. I feel like it’s pretty useless If I try, but if you wanted, one of the other party members could come teach you here? I promise all the insults you get will be in good company." Eddie chuckled.

"So sure I’m that bad already, Stevie?" Steve felt his cheeks heat up the the nickname.

"No, but you’ve met Erica. That girl will take every excuse to tell you what you’re doing wrong." Eddie laughed. Steve decided he loved Eddie’s laugh.

"Damn straight, man." Eddie pooled some magic into a glowing purple ball, and tossed it in his hand. "That girl is a fucking powerhouse," The two sat in silence for a minute, and Steve turned his attention on the house, to where Dustin and Robin had both disappeared.

"You know," Eddie spoke up, and Steve immediately turned to him. His magic ball rested in his hand now, not being tossed. "I wasn’t lying when I said you looked real pretty like this, Harrington." He looked Steve up and down, and Steve gulped.

"Really?"

Eddie frowned, tossing the ball once before it disappeared into his hand, the magic returning to its source.

"Aren’t you supposed to be? Catching the attention of humans to devour and what not?"  Steve chuckled and shook his head.

"No, dude. I had to explain this all to Dustin before you got here, but like, sirens aren’t entirely meant to look pretty, we’re meant to kill. Mermaids are the pretty ones." Eddie hummed, his frown forming into a smile showing off his own fangs, glinting in the sun.

"Well you look plenty pretty to me, Stevie." Eddie leaned over and ruffled his hair, making Steve’s face grow hot. Before he could respond, however, the sliding door opened up to a sauntering Dustin and Robin.

"We have a way to try and get you to a natural form, Steve!" Dustin’s voice boomed across the pool deck. "Monsters who shift forms like you and me usually shift out of fear!" Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Dustin, you and I both know that’s not tr—" Dustin grinned.

"Just get on out of the pool, Steve!" Steve groaned, shifting back to his bipedal form as he climbed up and out next to Eddie, who stood as Steve’s more aquatic features faded away. Steve noted his second set of fangs stayed, as if they had already gotten used to themselves being there in the two times he’d moved them there that day.

Suddenly, Robin disappeared, and within minutes, Steve was tossed and tugged around blindly. Ahh, so Robin was trying to spook him into shifting? Two could play at that game.

He felt the magic rush into his throat as he started to sing to her. He was only singing for friendship, not romance, since romance wouldn’t’ve worked on her. As the notes kept coming out, the forces gripping his arms started to loosen and still as Robin slowly took her corporeal form again, enamored with his voice.

He swayed along to the song a bit as he willed Robin to dance with him, and they did for a few seconds before he stopped and booped her forehead with a finger. He felt the magic drain back down to wherever a siren’s magic resided, and Robin groaned and rubbed her head. Steve looked around to find Dustin and Eddie gaping.

"Did you—Did you just—" Steve laughed lightly.

"Yeah, Dust, I just used sirenspeak. But in my defense, as the person who taught you to form shift, fear is never the best way to shift! I know what I’m doing, Henderson." Dustin rolled his eyes.

"Says the person who didn’t even know they were binding their form, Steve!" Steve passed Dustin the finger, and he stuck out his tongue.

"I feel…like I got hit by a bus. Did I survive?" Robin grunted out, pressing two fingers into the gap between her eyebrows.

"You did, Robin," Robin groaned disappointedly as Steve turned his attention to Eddie. "Eddie, I have some of your pain potion things in my bathroom. Think you could help Robin?" Eddie nodded once, and ushered Robin back inside with calm whispers.

"So what are you gonna do, Steve? Figure it out yourself? Because I don’t think that’s been working out for as of late." Dustin panned his hand from Steve’s head to his feet, frowning.

"It’ll work just fine now that I know what’s wrong!" Steve snapped back.

"You’ve been binding for so long you might not know how to get it out on your own!"

"I think I can do things without a idiot 15-year-old nerd trying to baby me every step of the way!"

Oooh, too far. Even though he tried not to show it, Dustin’s ears flattened against his skull and his tail tucked tight between his legs. Steve sighed.

"Sorry, pup. That went too far." Dustin perked back up, though cautious.

"No, no you’re right. Sometimes I forget that not everyone needs my help with everything. That was my bad, Steve."

"Still shouldn’t’ve snapped at you. It was bitchy and unkind." Dustin smirked.

"You can make up for it with a hug." Steve snorted and opened his arms. Obviously, Dustin could get a hug from him anytime. Not only was companionship and touch something instinctually needed for werewolves, but Dustin was his little brother. Obviously, Steve was gonna let Dustin hug him whenever he wanted.

"Did you two finally make up?" Steve heard after a few minutes, and the two released. Standing in the sliding glass doorway was Eddie, with Robin behind him, hands on her hips. "I don’t think either of us would make for good mediators." Steve rolled his eyes and ruffled Dustin’s hair, making the kid laugh and bat his hand away.

"No, neither of you would," Steve grinned at his friends, "Eddie, you’d just avoid the issue and move on, and Robin, you’d get too anxious about it to even get involved,"

Eddie shrugged, and Robin sighed. Steve was very emotionally intelligent; he couldn’t tell if it came with the territory of being a siren or if it was just him, but if there was anything he was good at, it was reading people’s emotions.

And like, swimming or something.

"I can’t help it, I’m skittish towards conflict!" Eddie grinned, raising his hands in surrender.

"I’d like to prove you wrong but the only rebuttal I can think of is about Hellkins 4 and I’d really rather not think about that right now," Dustin commented, and the atmosphere of the room changed instantly. "Can we change the subject?"

"Let’s talk about Steve!" Robin supplied after a minute, "We don’t know much about sirens besides the whole," she made rapid circles with her hand, "shifting and sirenspeak thing. What else can you do?"

Part 3!

[bubblessunshinehoney]

Day 17- Marking with Steve Rogers

1113 words

18 + only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

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A/N: hey guys, i have to repost all of my 18 days of Kinktober for now. Because my account got suspended last night. Many of you might have read them already, and maybe many more of you might read it for the first time. I'm not someone who asks for reblogs, likes are find by me. But for this one time...i would be very grateful if you could reblog it. To help me go back in the game. I'm sad that i lost all my works. But so grateful i wrote them on Word... Or i would have lost literally months of prepration.

So yeah, Hi again, i'm back, hopping to get back my first account.

Enjoy

Cloudy

Don't be shy to comment, reblog or like! :)

TW: a bit of angst, rough and possessive sex, biting, marking, reader is also a widow. so secret agent

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

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He was still on the run, sure. It was hard to see him, to see you, hard even to have one text or e-mail to know he was okay. So, when Tony invited you to his party, you said yes. It’s been two months without any news from your fugitive boyfriend. You needed to have some fun.

When you get back home, you smell him, but you’re sure that’s your brain making you trip. You miss him, sometimes asking yourself if you’re still his, if he misses you…if he even thinks of you. You let out a big sigh. Might have been a fun night, but at the end…you are alone. You love them both. Tony is by extension your boss, Pepper is a good friend and…Steve and the other your closest friends. You don’t know where to stand so you told them you won’t choose a side. They respect that, but you feel so lonely.

“Had fun?”, you jump and throw the knife that was cutting your apple in the direction of the voice. He catches it without effort. “Nice welcome home darling.”

“Fuck, Steve! You know I hate when you do that!”, you rest your hand on your heart and take a deep breath. “Did you follow me all night”.

“Had to keep an eye on my girl”, he growls.

“Oh, your girl?” you scuff and take another knife to finish your snack. “You remember I existed, so nice of you.”

He’s behind you in a matter of seconds, his large hands on your hips and his nose in your hair. “Don’t be a brat now, you know I do my best.”

You sigh. “I know, but it’s hard Steve. I’m alone.”

He chuckles, “Didn’t seem that alone tonight.” You push him away.

“That was my first night out in months you prick!” you tear up. “I’m fucking alone, okay? Not choosing side makes me unable to spend time with any of you!”

He’s holding your head softly, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. “I’m here now.”

“And then you’ll disappear again. I’m tired of this Steve.”

“So, you go out and let any men touch you?”

You frown. “What are you talking about?”

He gets closer “I know you, I know you like the attention, wanted to make me jealous, to make me go out of the shadows…” He kisses you hard, months of being away of abstinence, of missing each other’s. you kiss him back as hard, tugging on his hair. The bastard always knows how to make you melt and forget how mad you are at him.

He carries you to bed, not wanting to fuck you in the kitchen, he needs to show his princess how much he loves her and how much she’s his. He strips you bare and gives you’re a big hickey on your neck, you squirm and moans at the sensation. You brain foggy of wants and needs. You missed him, all of him, and if he marks you as his tonight, maybe you will feel less alone when he goes away again.

He marks all your body, little and big hickeys on your skin, your scratch him hard, marking him too, he’s between your legs, feasting on your sweet nectar, kissing and flicking his tongue on your pearl, you see starts and cums one, then twice, then trice on his tongue.

He’s back up, kissing you, biting your lip, making it bleed, you do the same to him and you dig your nails on his neck and shoulders, little half moon dent on his skin, some of them bleed but none of you care. He let you stroke him, before he bottoms out in one thrust.

“STEVE!”, you feel him throb when you clench. Fuck you love when he’s fucking you bare. Happening more and more since the Accords. No time for ceremony most of the time, only quickies in dark alleys or odd motels. But tonight, he takes his time, staying balls deep, while he gives you another hickey and you do it as well.

“you’re mine, princess, understood?”

You shake your head, wanting him to destroy you and put you back together. Want him to make you his again, make you not forget about everything you went trough together.

He ruts into you, hard and slow. Make you feel every ridge and veins of his cock sliding between your walls.

“I’m gonna mark you. Gonna cum so deep inside you that you will leak me for days. Gonna cum on your chest, face and make sure you have some on you so that every man that sees you tomorrow will know that you are taken. That you are mine”

You arch your back. “Make me yours” you moan. Steve fucks your hard and deep, mating pressing you on the bed, bending you in half, breaking you and make you forget about your loneliness. You are his right now and you can let go.

He cums deep inside you after you had already another two orgasms. Five of them, not his best performance, but he’s not done, his super soldier stamina makes him hard again in one second and his back at fucking you and making you full of him.

After your seven orgasms you can’t think or moan, you throat dry and your vocals tired. You’re whimpering, holding on to him as much as you can, you muscles being laxed with all the sensations. He strokes himself above you and cums on your chest, some arriving on your chin, and you lick it, moaning faintly at the taste, you look at him with crossed eyes and whisper, “cum in my mouth Stevie…”. He groans and his quick to shove his cock in your mouth, letting you poor fluttering pussy to have a break. He cums quickly, always has when you suck him off.

After he destroyed you, he puts you back together with the most wonderful aftercare. Bathing you, massaging you with your favourite body lotion and holding you close to him, engulfing you in his arms and murmuring to you praises and words of affirmations and how much he loves you.

“you’re mine princess and I’ll be back every time to mark you as mine.” He traces some of his hickeys, purple black and you shudder, your skin sensitive.

“I’m yours and you’re mine” you whisper, tracing the fading mark on his skin.

“Yes, you are”, he puts your finger on his hips, where a burn never went away, the scar remind both of you of the day you met.

“I’m yours since day one, my little widow”.

You smile and fall asleep in the arm of your super solider.

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Have some of my random thoughts from my 4th/5th rewatch of the second season....

Apparently I have too many thoughts/comments so these are gonna have to be a post per episode. Please feel free to reblog/comment and answer my questions!

When Wille goes to Erik's room and his mom calls out to him. He pauses and waits until she gets there to close the door in her face. Why? If he has been ignoring her and pushing her away. Why not close the door as soon as he entered Erik's room?

Was August back from winter break early or did he spend his whole winter break at hillerska? His friends mention that he missed out on their vacation. Is that something they planned before or something they typically do?

Simon hadn't added Marcus on insta like he had suggested until he had no other option but to ask him for a ride. I think he likely had no intention of doing so had this situation not come about.

Also Simon getting in the back of Marcus' car like its a taxi 😂😂? Is he trying to distance himself from Marcus unintentionally? Or what?

When Nils&Vincent laughs when Wille tells August to only refer to him by his official title of Crowned Prince. Do they think its a joke? Also the panic in August's eyes when he realizes that Wille is going to make him pay for what he did and he cannot say a word.

Are August's friends clueless? How did they not figure out that Wille had something over him? The way Wille talked to him and called him out over and over again. Wille walk all over August right in front of his friends let alone everyone else. Wille's attitude toward August took a complete 180 from season 1.

Wille sitting in the opening assembly looking around for Simon. Like shit this choir is really boring. Where the fuck is my boy? He would make this so much better.

If Simon is late for school that day. Are Rosh and Ayub also late for their school that day? Or does their school start a different time?

The fact that Ayub says Wille is toxic and encourages Simon to go out with Marcus just grates me.

Did the girls really have Sara pay for all their coffee and snacks? They do know she is poor, right?

Sara getting so turned on just talking to August and putting her hand on his stomach. It that realistic? Does this kind of reaction really happen to people? (Forgive me I am asexual and this shit just baffles me.)

The look Malin gives Simon as he enters the library. Like yes please talk to this boy. He has been so sad. Make it better, you're the only one who can.

Wille's phone lock screen is a purple flower on a black background? Why? What does it mean?

Marcus singing at the karaoke bar when they first walk in actually sounds like a cat dying. Idk how someone as musically inclined as Simon can be near him singing without cringing so hard.

Simon being surprised that Marcus wanted him to sing at karaoke night. Like seriously? He invited you out after hearing you sing. Do you really think you were gonna get away with not singing? You have the voice of an angel bby don't be so nervous. Although the song choice could not have been worse.....further points against Marcus...

How is everyone in this universe so freaking lucky to be able to get their actual name as their username on Insta. Ffs.

The queen clearly seeing a call from Wilhelm, after him not speaking to her all break, and expecting it to be a calm and happy conversation. Really? How did you not see this coming? He has had two significantly traumatizing events happen and no one has helped him try to process this. His brother died and not only did he have a sex tape leaked but it was done by somebody he thought he could trust, someone his brother told him he could trust. He has been on the verge of a breakdown for far too long now. It is way too late for take 3 deep breaths. My boy need some love and understanding, he needs his mom, not the queen.

[running-on-coffee-and-anxiety]

An Orphan's Journal, Entry 8

December, 1990

The doctors said that it’s almost Christmas. That means it’s December. I never got to spend Christmas with Theo. At least I still have Marie, she didn’t leave. She’s still my friend and tries to make sure I feel better. She says because she is a lot older she wants to take care of me and make me smile again. I wish we could have sleepovers, but that is not allowed because boys and girls can't have sleepovers together.

I’ve been seeing a few doctors- I don’t know how many, they change sometimes. My voice isn’t back, but I’m learning to talk with my hands from one of the grown-ups that’s working on a new place for us to play games- they closed the old place to change it, and we’re going to get a train ride between game rooms. Other kids are excited, I don’t know why I’m not. Her name is Miss Stella, she’s really nice and doesn’t mind that I can’t control when I cry. She and the doctors said I’m dealing with ‘grief’, which is like being really really sad about someone or something dying to the point you can’t have fun or smile anymore. Miss Stella also told me that is why I cry so much, even if I don’t know it because I am feeling it for so long, I’m really sad and crying is supposed to make me feel better.

I don’t feel better. I was allowed to move into Theo’s room, but I keep everything that was mine in the corner of the room I would sleep in when Theo didn’t allow me to cuddle on the bed with him. I keep everything the same way he liked it. Crying doesn’t make me feel better. I like to just pretend he went to get snacks or was brave enough to sneak out and get us another toy at our sleep overs, or a book so he could help me read. He was older than me, he was seven and knew how to read and write better than me.

I feel angry sometimes. I remember the friend he talked about that got him into places he wasn’t supposed to be in, the one that gave him he Grabpack, and I feel all bad-tingly and like I want to hit something. The grown-ups ask if the feeling burns, and I say no. I’d be screaming like Theo did if it burned, right?

I think Miss Stella is planning something. I started crying really hard when someone said they had a surprise waiting once, and one of the doctors said it was something I don’t know how to spell. The best words I can think of is that the word ‘surprise’ is a really bad, scary word to me now because that’s what Theo said he had for me to make me meet him by the door before he died, so I can’t hear it without thinking something bad is going to happen again. Like how I can't eat meat anymore or feel sick when I smell it cooking, because it looks and smells so similar to Theo after the shock.

I think she is planning a surprise for me, though. She told me that all the kids in Playcare were going to get an extra special treat before Christmas, but I’d be able to be in the front to make me feel better.

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[salaciousslut]

Done! Also do you have a favorite tequilla brand? Just curious! 🫣

Technically i have freckles all over my face but i only really count the ones that are darker and in a line under my eyes and over my nose, the other ones aren't prominent enough to call them freckles imo. And i'd feel more than lucky if you did worship me, sweetheart<3

I would love to take you to the gym with me, it honestly helped me with my depression as well! And of course i'd watch over you sweetheart<3 i wont lie, i love to go after dark bc theres less people. And i had the same problem but now i catch myself and try to stand straighter. I mostly lift weights when i work out so I know my posture improved due to needing to have a straight back to lift. Plus its super fun imo!! I miss the gym so bad but i hate going alone. I also miss feeling sore, im a bit of a masochist so i love feeling sore the day after working out🤭

Dont apologize for giving me info<3 organization's overrated anyway. Ive found that girls with glasses tend to be my type🫣 you literally sound so pretty sweetheart<3 i knew i wasnt wrong calling you a pretty princess<3 im kissing the tip of your nose and your forehead rn🥰 you are literally so cute, puppy coded too🥺 ive never had crawfish it seems yummy but im not sure if i should try it! Shrimp ceviche used to be my favorite but then i developed a shrimp allergy to uncooked shrimp and around 17 i had to call it quits bc it stopped being worth it to risk it. Im still pissed but at least i can still eat shrimp its just gotta be thoroughly cooked, not just get cooked through the acidity of lime juice like its sucks so bad i just miss ceviche so bad. Ohh just a butch latina and a pretty asian girl what ever will they do hehe<3 and i knew but not cause you told me 🫣 your dni made it obvious, like yeah im just now saying hey but ive been aware of you for a little bit now🫣 also please lemme be ur body pillow one day<3 savory is good!!! Whats your favorite kind of snack?

Also thats adorable, youre just a cute little puppy that has to get off once a day to function her best<3 i mean if i were stressed from school i'd probably need the same thing🤭

tbh im not too picky about my brands, as long as it gets me drunk, then im happy!! also tequila makes me take my clothes off oopsies i think i should warn u about that!! but if im buying for myself, i typically will get espolon bc i feel like its yummy and reasonably priced!

yes i love feeling sore after a workout!! i am also a bit of a masochist (omg who knew)!! but ive never lifted weights before. all the dude bros scare me and i feel like im always being judged but if we went together i know u would take care of me!! i like aerobics and like calisthenics (i had to google how to spell that word) and love yoga sm!! the burn of stretching feels amazing!!

hehe i am very puppy coded! i used to think i was more kitten coded but now ive grown and realized puppies are sooo fun!! so much energy and just wanna be cherished and loved!! which is everything i want!!

nooooo thats so sad that ur allergic to ur fav food :(( i love ceviche but at least u can still tolerate the cooked version. i know its not the same but its still something!!

ohhh i forgot that i put that in my dni, people are so weird about race here smh i just gotta cover all my bases so i can have fun on this website!! but aww we would look soooo cute together

im a sucker for chips. u know how they say all bi girls do is lie and eat hot chip? yeah all i do is eat hot chip hehehe. not so much lying but hot chip very much so. i also loveee chips and salsa and chicken wings and yeah all the fun savory stuff i guess!!!

hehe cumming is like a lil treat!! a reward for myself for being sooo good you know? but it would be a million times better if someone else was making me cum rather than myself 😳🫣

[mywritingonlyfans]

Love is in the small things. x4 / Dilfender x Reader. Fluff.

prompt: sam helping his lil' girl to bake a pizza for you + him making his kid repeat affirmative words to herself in front of a mirror because he'd be an amazing dad and we know that! (also if anyone is interested in sending me requests about dad fender i'd love to take them)

a/n: i posted that fic, a short version actually, of that in my old and deleted catb blog a while ago, so i'm sorry if you already read the creepy version of that.

At first Sam thought that what made him wake up was the dryness in his throat due to the heater, but when he felt thin, icy fingers touching his arm under the covers, his heart softened, forgetting what the weather was doing to him.

His baby just wanted his attention.

“Are you feelin’ cold, lil' one?” His voice scratched and he doubted she understood him.

Lylah was trying disastrously to steal a piece of cloth to herself.

Sam lifted the cover, allowing her to nestle into him. His arms squeezed her, pulling some purrs out of his girl, then filling his chest in comfort. Unbelievable that one day he had ever doubted about having children. That was, without any doubt, the best feeling he could ever feel, even more knowing that when he was on the road he couldn’t have much of her. He always wanted to have her around. Soon it would be happening again and he would be missing every minute of it.

“Mommy told me that I could stay ‘ere ‘til you wake up,” she murmured, snuggling into his warm even more.

“How long ago was that?” He asked. Usually, he would wake up before you, go out on the balcony, get a good look at the view and wait until you join him for a smoke. You would hug him from behind, hold him tight to yourself until Lylah wake up looking after you. That was a brief summary of his lockdown, he was having a great time with it.

“Not sure. Maybe 20 minutes or somethin’? Mommy’s workin’.”

Sam looked at the bedside clock, smiling to himself after reading once again the post-it note that you had left there a week ago written 'love you, babe xx’, and as expected, he had slept more than his new usual routine one more time.

“‘Kay,” he said, still processing it. “Are you well? why did you get up so early?”

“I’m fine. It was just a bad dream that made me wet bed,” Sam thought of a joke about it, but feeling her body shudder as she spoke, he gave up. “Then I waited ‘til one of you woke up to help me.”

“That’s okay, lil' one. There's nothing to be ashamed of.” He ruffled her hair, placing a kiss on her head, “Did ya have breakfast?”

She bobbed, “Mommy’s cooked fried eggs and mushrooms to me.” Lyla rubbed her belly with a happy face.

“Oh gosh,” he stood up, wrapping her girl like a burrito filling between the covers. “How could I miss it?” His hand was brought up to his chest in a dramatic frowning.

“No, don't get sad," Lylah laughed at him. "She saved a bit for you, ‘cause she loves you.“ She said simply, eyes far away as if reliving the breakfast scenario she had minutes ago in her head. "I think it was kind of automatic, but I saw her keeping some in a bowl on the microwave.”

Sam laughed at her words choices, making her smile spread because she knew he liked how she described feelings.

“Huh, I love her too, pumpkin. Did she eat?” He asked, knowing fully well that you barely eat when it was too early. Mentally, he noted himself that he needed to give you some snack before lunch.

“No,” She looked at him thoughtfully as he tried to make the bed with her slipping to the corner. “Can we cook lunch for mommy? Like somethin’ nice?”

She raised her arms for Sam to catch her. In which he gladly did, stretching the piece of sheet she was lying on a minute ago for a perfect bed.

“Sounds good. What do you have in mind?” He asked, wondering if inside her little mind ‘love’ meant cooking for someone you care about.

———

You had a pout on your lips and a bad posture attributing to your home office journey. Your concentration prevented you from paying attention to anything external that didn’t involve your work. It wasn’t even halfway through the day and you were already feeling so tired.

So, in the seconds Sam went through the door, placing a bowl of fruits near your desk top, he had gone unnoticeable. Something that was only possible thanks to your headphones, otherwise you would have recognized Sam’s steps around the house. He became noticeable to you when he rested his hand on your shoulder, placing a softly kiss on your temple. You hadn’t been scared but you felt your blood run cold when you heard a ton of ‘awn’ over the meeting. The look on his face said he knew what he had done, even if he didn’t intent to. Crooked teeth and an adorable shy smile on full display just for you, and a few other people on the call as well.

“I’m sorry, babe. I forgot those things are meant to be live now.” He spoke as soon as he saw you turning off your camera and microphone. You laughed at his cuteness.

It was still possible to hear a little rant about how nice Sam was when you were taking off your headphones, you were secretly loving it. Sam had definitely heard that too, your whole face was a hot mess at that.

“That’s okay,” you snorted, opening and closing your hands like babies do when they want to grab something. “That was a great way to say good mornin’.” You mumbled as he approached you again, allowing you to hug his waist.

“Good ‘cause I just stopped by to wish you a good day.” He brushed your hair off your face, patting your back in a tight grip.

He sealed his lips with yours and before his mind could take him to other fields you stopped him, “Lylah’s peeking through the door.”

“Oh, I could have thought of that. I told her to stay away from the office so as not to disturb you.” He clarified. “I told her that in a nice way, of course.” He explained. You could perfectly imagine him saying this to her and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I‘ll leave so I’m not the one disturbing you, babe.”

You grunted, knowing that it was necessary even if it wasn’t what you wanted, “Sam,” you called for his attention, as if you didn’t have it already, before he was away from your body. “Thanks for this,” you touched the jar with your fingertips, just to let him know you liked it. A simple gesture that he always did and you’d always find quiet adorable.

He didn’t say anything else, just blinked an eye on his way to the door. Lylah’s laughter filled the broker right after, Sam had probably caught her on her way out, ticking her until she said she was sorry. You wanted to go there and watch the scene, but for now you’d be working.

———

“Daddy, is that enough?” Sam asked, her cheeks full of flour as she deposited more on the table.

Sam reserved the pot with sauce, walking over to Lylah; who seemed to be delighted with the idea that she was making her own pizza.

“That’s too much, pumpkin. No more flour for you,” he pulled out the bag out of her hands, making sure she didn’t fall off the bench she was on--failing on trying to reach his height. “The dough looks nice. You did a great job!”

“Does that mean we can open it?” She asked, wearing her best smile to convince him that she cloud do this.

Sam took one last look at the dough. He had prepared it last night with you, between kisses and sips of wine, it had potential. His girl would probably destroy it, but he couldn’t resist her.

“Here,” he said, handing her the rolling pin so she could do that, and also standing by her side to supervise what her little hands were capable of. With his help it could be a minor disaster. “You need to pour a lil’ bit flour and carefully roll it up, like that.” Using the remnants of flour she had left on the table, he waited for her to hold the roll so he could put his hands over hers. Was he really pretending to her that he knew what he was doing?

The end result was a crooked pizza shape, it was definitely not round and much less oval. He even tried to fix it, but as Lylah was proud of her it, he decided not to touch it anymore. He spread the sauce over the dough while she placed the tomatoes he had chopped up around the pizza. He was proud of her too.

“Can we put that green thing mommy likes?”

“Basil? You don’t like it Lylah,”

“I do not, but mommy does!” She put her hands on her hips, frowning at him. Cute, even though Sam knew it was a scolding. “We can make half mommy and half Lylah. And you can choose the one you prefer!”

He laughed, trying not to burst at her sweetness, “Sure we can, smart one.”

———

“Dad, you like my hair?” Her apprehensive voice echoed through the room.

"Why the question?” He frowned, watching her as her fingers ran down his arms. Her gaze wasn’t sad, but still worrying, and they avoided looking him in the eye even through the mirror. “I like your hair, it’s a good mix of me and your mam.” He affirmed, resting his chin on her shoulder. Her arms hugged her torso, she looked gloomy, and as wrong as it seemed, watching her standing on a bench in front of the mirror was the cutest thing in the world to him.

“I wish it looks like yours.” Her eyes filled with water, breaking his heart.

Sensing that she would turn to him, knowing that whenever she cried, she snuggled into his chest for a save location, he held her in place as he lifted her chin a bit. “Hey, you’re pretty as fuck.” He whispered, making Lylah’s eyes widen.

“Still —“ He shook his head, before her momentary negativity could answer for her.

“I won’t let you say anything negative about yourself, pumpkin.” Sam hugged her waist, studying her face in the mirror. “You don’t think you’re pretty?”

Lylah remained silent, glancing at him for a moment. The answer never came.

“Okay, look at me,” he said, waiting for her to do as he asked. “You are beautiful, like the most beautiful girl in the world, your hair is beautiful, just like all your looks, I love hearing your voice, seeing your eyes shining, your freckles and so many other things about you.” Sam said it all at once, pouring his heart out. Lylah, embarrassed but feeling a bit better, had her lips between her teeth to hide a smile and her eyes were devoid of any trace of tears after her dad’s words. Sam felt good in his role as her father, he would never let his girl think less of herself. “Go, now say that out loud.”

“What?” She tensed in his arms, looking at him dubiously.

“Yep, exactly what I said. Repeat after me, huh?” She agreed. “I’m beautiful.” He said in his steady voice, with a smile on his face to encourage her.

Lylah took a deep breath, looked at him, dropped her arms to her sides, closed her eyes and repeated it out loud.

“Perfect, see?” Sam assured her, nodding his head excessively, making her let out a hearty laugh. “Now with your eyes open, I’m a amazing girl.”

She kept herself cheerful, radiant before his eyes, “I’m a amazing girl.”

“I am powerful, capable and smart.”

“I am powerful, capable and smart.” She said even louder this time, warming Sam’s chest.

“I’m very proud of you, girl!” Sam exclaimed, noticing you smiling beside the door. You shook your head as if asking not to mention you were there. He knew you wanted to make it their own moment, even if you always said the same thing to her every morning before she got up.

“Can I have braids tho?” She asked, taking his attention away from you. She already had a scrunchies on hand and his cell phone for him if he needed it. He could already imagine you holding back a laugh.

Sam certainly didn’t know what he was doing. Lylah was trying to help him, with all the excitement she had in her now, but that was just getting in the way; he was being patient. Like he’d always be for her. The way he arched his brow, with a small pout on his lips as he struggled to understand a braid tutorial on YouTube was the cutest thing ever and all you needed after hours of work. It was obvious that the braid would be all messed up, but Lylah liked it because he'd done it.

“Here, let me finish this for you, babe.” You patted his arm.

Lylah’s face lit up in a huge smile, making your belly do somersaults. On the other hand, Sam was relieved that she would have a perfect braid. In a deep breath, he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You won’t believe what me and daddy did for you?”

You knew what it was. After all, you had made the initial steps with Sam the night before. It was already Sam’s plan to put her to cook since you went to the market last week to buy ingredients that you wouldn’t normally have at home.

“I can’t imagine what it is, pumpkin. I just know it smells like heaven.” you commented, pinning her braid that you had done in about three minutes.

Sam snorted in disbelief. “How can ya do that?”

You laughed as Lys wrapped her arms around your neck, giggling at Sam’s reaction with you. “Thanks daddy, but mommy’s the best.”

———

“Don’t let her spy!” She exclaimed. Sam’s hands was covering her eyes as you entered the main room. At every step, your belly felt happier.

You didn’t expect much. Lys was stubborn and Sam didn’t fail to fulfill her wishes. Still, it warmed your heart, you couldn’t wait to see the result of it; you’ve been thinking about it all day.

Free from Sam’s hands, you showed Lylah your best expression of surprise, “Oh god, did you make pizza?”

“Yeah, for you.” She said beaming; big blue eyes and soft spots on her cheeks that were similar to Sam’s.

“You did it by yourself?”

“Dad helped,” she quickly replied.

“But the whole idea was hers. All credit goes to her.” Sam added, sitting on the floor while bringing Alice with him.

“That’s awesome! Do you want to cut it to pieces and have the first slice, pumpkin?”

She nodded, hesitating to take the pizza cutter from your hand.

Putting the pizza on the coffee table, next to her and Sam, you held the shape for her, guiding her through words so she could succeed.

Carefully, she did it, picking up a crooked and sloppy slice in her hands. “The first one is for you, and the second for you.” She gave Sam another messy piece.

It tasted surprisingly good, and by the look on Sam’s face you knew he was thinking the same thing.

“This is freakin’ good, pumpkin!” He praised, sharing his slice with her; that by the expressions she had on her face, same to what her dad did minutes ago, made you sure she had liked it too.

“I loved it, thanks, pumpkin,” you smiled, watching her snuggle up to Sam’s chest as he tried to prevent her from making a mess. “Next time, I’ll be your helper.”

“Aye, can we make cookies for daddy? With lots of drops of chocolate? Just like dad loves, huh?”

Her cheek was resting slightly on Sam’s chest, her voice still radiated happiness but in a more subdued way, her busy day was starting to take its effect. Sam started rubbing her back, kissing her hairline so softly that it would be a matter of minutes until she fell asleep on his arms.

Sam’s body vibrated in a soft laughter and you didn’t know if it was because she was asleep in his arms or because of what she had said about him.

“We’re going to bake the best cookies for Dad.” You whispered, leaning your head against Sam’s shoulder. His hair brushed across your face, making nice tickles that made you want to move closer to him. Her eyes slowly closed as her fingers tightened on Sam’s shirt, the last thing she could do before falling asleep was let out a cute sigh while snuggling up in a better position against dad’s chest.

You took Sam’s hand in yours, getting some of his warm to yourself. Then, he brought it to his lips, placing several kisses there. He smelled fresh. You kissed his cheek, enjoying the silence while admiring his shaved beard and curls on the back of his head and his so well-designed lips and soft spots and eyes, “I promised I’d read to her tonight,”

“Well, I don’t think it will be necessary,” he replied while you yawned in your hands. “Do you want me to read you to sleep, babe?”

“Not really,” you wrinkled your nose, nuzzling into his side. “Although sleeping listening to your voice is never a bad thing.”

He laughed, “I’ll put her in bed. Then I’ll came back and pick you up, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled, kissing Lylah’s head, helping him to wipe her mouth and hands. “I love you, pumpkin. I wish you all the sweet dreams.”

You lay down on the rug, watching him get up with her clinging to his chest like a doll as he was being careful not to hit her around the house.

“Sammy,” he turned to you, with his tired eyes while nodding sweetly. Then, he smiled showing you his crooked, perfect teeth. “I love you.”

“Oh, I fuckin’ love you too, babe.”

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Chapter Seven (Avengers AU): You Can Blame It All on Me

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope you enjoy this chapter - its a longer one, so make sure to grab a snack and something to drink before you start reading! 🥰

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TW: Guns, cursing, past violent scene, mention of murders, lots of angst in this one folks, brief mentions of airports, airplanes, the military, and hypothermia, Y/N still kinda sucks as a person, also Y/N cares for children, JiU breaks into the reader's apartment.

You remember that day just like it was yesterday.

How could I not? It's the memory that shall haunt me for as long as I shall live.

~

It was the dead of the night, as it was when you went to take out most of your targets. This one would be just as easy as your other bounties, or so you had thought.

The large mansion was an eyesore that couldn't be missed by a mile away. The man who you were hunting had a family, but they were away on vacation. That left the rich yet powerful and corrupt man alone, as his security team had traveled with his family.

It didn't take much effort to open the door, and you were able to sneak into the mansion. The layout was just as you had studied, so it didn't take you long to find his bedchambers.

You pull out your silencer, and you open the door, but there's two issues.

First, there's a woman in his bed that is most certainly not his wife.

Second, that woman is awake, and she's looking you dead in the eyes.

~

You set the large box in front of Yoohyeon, Siyeon, and Handong.

"Is that everything?" Handong curiously asks.

"What else do you want? My credit card information?" You chuckle to yourself for a moment. "Feel free to take a look through the box."

Yoohyeon carefully watches you before laying a hand on the box.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

You nod as Siyeon lightly rubs Yoohyeon's shoulder.

"They'll be fine. If Y/N wants nothing to do with our line of work, then we respect their wishes."

"Oh, and if you were curious," You add, "Dami helped me destroy all of my tech equipment."

The three of them silently acknowledge you before Yoohyeon opens the box in front of them. While they're busy sorting through your old ammunition, guns, and attire, you bite your lip in order to keep a small smirk off of your face.

I didn't actually destroy the tech… I just gave it to someone who'd get a lot more use out of it.

Booting up your old computer one last time, you had quickly found Gahyeon's campus address within no time. You put your return address on the package so Gahyeon could know who gifted her such things. Although you felt a little sad to see it go, you knew that Gahyeon would love messing with the technology that you had engineered and crafted over all of those years.

~

It didn't occur to you to think at that moment. You saw the mistress' mouth open, and you remember raising your arm to silence her.

It worked, thankfully, but she was not the only one who was left unscathed. You never had killed an innocent before. All of your targets were criminals, but she was just an innocent woman who was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wouldn't be incorrect for you to say that another part of you died when that woman died.

Leaving those two lovers dead in the middle of the night, you quickly finished the job. You felt sick as you slowly walked through the halls of the mansion. Not once did you feel like shit after finishing a job. You'd be laughing until the cows came home as you counted up the cash made on that night.

Tonight was no time for laughter or celebration. You were sure that if someone else was to see you, they'd mistake you for a corpse. Every step took more effort than you could possibly muster with your body.

You were doing as well as you possibly could… until you walked past a room with an opened door.

You didn't mean to look or spy. It wasn't anything personal between you and your targets. You were in and out in no time because you had nothing stopping you.

You dropped your gun as soon as you saw those two kids peacefully sleeping in the room. They were toddlers, as innocent as they can get.

You couldn't just leave those kids there, could you?

You didn't realize that you never picked up that gun again, nor would you ever pick up a loaded gun again. As soon as you picked up one of those kids, you were done for.

That was the last bounty that you ever took.

~

"Y/N, are you incapable of telling the truth?"

"That's a loaded question, Dami." You mutter as you try to find comfort within the walls of Dami's personal office.

"It's been three years since you took a bounty. Three years, Y/N! You told me that you stopped bounty hunting for six months." Dami places her head in her hands for a moment before looking up at you. "Is this all that you've been hiding from me?"

"Would you be surprised if I said 'no'?"

Dami sits on the edge of her desk before crossing her legs.

"Go on, then."

"That last bounty I took… was a hit on the kids' father." You exhale as you finally get that information off of your chest.

"Y/N, don't tell me that you-"

"You know exactly where I'm going with this. The man led a double life with two families, which was something that I was not aware of until I locked eyes with the mistress. I couldn't just let those kids be without a family, Dami!" You do your best to resist the urge to cry, but waves of sadness and regret keep crashing over you like a never-ending storm.

"So the stories about a dear friend and a car crash were…" Dami trails off as she waits for you to answer.

"Bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit."

You sniffle before wiping your eyes. The agonizing silence that now surrounds the two of you makes you feel more uncomfortable and less at home.

"Why do you still care about me, Dami? I'm a monster."

"No, you're not-"

"How do you know that!?!?" You cry out as you let tears stream down your face. "How could you possibly understand what it's like to be haunted by the same face night after night? You don't know me as well as you think you do."

"You're not the only person in the world who has regrets." Dami leans forward and grabs one of your hands.

"I don't see how being a workaholic and ignoring your partner are in the same league as murdering people."

"That might be one of my bigger regrets, but there's so much more that I failed to do." Dami lightly squeezes your hand. "I was an awful daughter, sister, and friend to so many people. I let everyone down time after time, but they all came to me again and again because they loved me and saw the good parts of me that I didn't show that often."

"You've always been a good person, Dami. You see, that's the difference between you and I. I'm never going to be a good person because of every awful thing that I've done. The killing, the blackmail, all of the hatred in my life… it'll follow me until the day that I die." You take a moment to steady your breathing. "I don't want to live like this- no, I can't live like this anymore!"

"Is that why you gave away some of your personal belongings?" Dami inquires.

"It's a start. I'm trying to correct as many wrongs as I can."

"What else are you planning?"

You pause for a moment before answering.

Should I tell her, or should I just do it?

"I'm going to take the kids to a proper home, where they can be with their family. After that, I'm going to search for an apartment."

"What about your old house in-"

"I sold it. Too many painful memories lurk in every crack in the foundation."

Dami ponders your statement for a moment.

"What about us?"

"What about us?" You repeat back to Dami. "What do you want us to be?"

"I… I don't know anymore."

You've read enough people to know that she's lying like there's no tomorrow, but you play along with it anyways.

"Right… I'm going to help the kids pack their belongings up. It's about a forty-five minute drive to their relatives' house, so I should get them ready soon so I can get back by dark."

You wipe more tears from your face before standing up.

"Y/N?" Her soft voice reminds you that you're still holding hands.

I can't keep doing this back-and-forth with her. I'm sick of playing games with people!

"Sorry for everything. I'm a bad guest, and I probably was a shit partner too. I'll find someplace else to stay until I get everything else in order."

You let go of her hand before exiting her office.

"Y/N, please wait for me-"

As the door shuts behind you, Dami wonders if this is how you felt every time she walked away from you.

~

“Do you really have to go?” You softly asked Yoohyeon at the airport.

She chuckled and shaked her head in return. The sound of her laughter was like an addicting melody that you couldn't get out of your head, and you aren’t quite sure if you ever wanted the sound to leave in the first place.

“I think it’s a little too late to be having regrets, Y/N. I’ve already enlisted, and I know that this is what I want to do with my life.”

“I know… I just worry about you.” You shyly mumbled as she laughed once again.

If it wasn’t weird, you would've asked Yoohyeon to record herself laughing so you’d get to hear her laugh over and over again.

“The great and all-mighty Y/N is worried about little old me? I’m honored!”

“Asshole.” You said under your breath as Yoohyeon lightly punched your arm.

“I’m joking. You’re my best friend in the whole world, and I’ll miss you too. Maybe I’ll miss your cooking more than anything but…” She paused for a moment after seeing you glare at her. “Okay, okay, I’ll miss being around you more than anything.”

You’re tempted to ask her about why she just called you her best friend, but you weren’t exactly in the mood nor in the proper place to ask such a question. You weren’t one for public confession, especially not to your childhood crush and best friend.

“Stay safe, okay? Make sure to come visit me too.” You gave her a quick, warm hug before backing away from her.

“I’m eighteen, and I just graduated high school. I’m in peak physical condition, so I think everyone should be scared of me.” Yoohyeon flexed her muscles, which caused you to laugh.

“You’ll be quite popular, I think. I’ll probably be calling you Captain or Lieutenant before you come home for Christmas.”

“Okay, now that’s a bit too much flattery, Y/N, even for me.”

“I didn’t think such a limit existed for you.” You joked as Yoohyeon cracks a smile.

“I really will miss you.”

“I know, but you’ve got a flight to catch. Go get ‘em, Yooh Bear!” You cheered as she started to walk away from you.

She offered you one last smile before finally turning away from you. Suddenly, the urge to run after her and tell her every little lie about how you’ve truly been feeling took over you. You were able to resist said urge as you slid your hands into your pockets.

You’ll see her soon, and there’ll be plenty of chances to confess your feelings to her in the future. You just have to be patient.

You calmly walked out to your car, but you’re stopped by a man and a woman in fancy suits.

“Excuse me, are you Y/N L/N?” The man asked, and you tentatively nodded.

“We’re going to need you to come with us.” The woman added while looking at her friend.

You looked at them in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“You can either come with us, or you can explain to the FBI why you were meddling with government security systems in your free time.” The woman explained.

“You’ve really given me a lot of choices here…” You rolled your eyes at them. “What do you want with a newly graduated high schooler who likes to mess around with computers from time to time?”

“You’ll see, soon enough.”

~

“Y/N, where are we going?” The young girl asks as you load the kids’ belongings into the minivan that you rented.

“Do you remember when I talked to you about Nuestro último día?” You ask before placing the last suitcase in the trunk.

“Yeah! It was the day where we’d finally get to meet some of your family members… but you won't be able to see or talk to us again because you’ll be working all of the time.” She softly says as you crouch down next to her.

“I know it’ll be sad, but it’s for the best. Do you remember the two rules that I set?”

The boy runs out and starts waving his hands.

“Ooh, I do! The first rule is that we have to be good no matter what, and the second is that we can’t ever mention or bring up you again because people will hurt you if we do.”

“Good. Now, you two should get in the car. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.” You get up to close the trunk, but you notice that the girl hasn’t moved.

“Y/N, are you gonna forget about us?”

“No, I could never forget about you two.” You offer her a reassuring smile, but she still doesn’t move.

“What if we forget about you?”

You pause for a moment.

“I’ll always love you, no matter if you remember me or not.”

~

New York City was nothing like you’d imagined. You had dreamed of coming here as a kid, and now that you officially worked and resided here, it was a dream come true.

You enjoyed the hustle and bustle of city life, even more so than you enjoyed your job. You worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. under a four-year contract. That was the time you would ‘serve’ for what you had sniffed out as a curious teenager. You did find your work dull, but that was mostly because you finished a day’s work in about an hour of time. When you were done, you were free to head back to your apartment. You strayed a lot, and it wasn’t like you couldn’t. S.H.I.E.L.D. offered you a generous weekly allowance, and although you stowed most of the money away for a rainy day, you did like to spoil yourself with a nice meal or a new piece of clothing every now and again.

You were walking on the streets of New York while trying to decide what to do with the rest of your day, and then it started to rain. Although you did enjoy the rain, you weren’t equipped with an umbrella, so you were forced to run into the nearest open building.

You still managed to get soaked from head to toe, but you convinced yourself that it would have been worse if you were out there for longer. You checked out the interior of the store that you walked into as you realized that you had stepped into a university library. You didn’t think you were that close to campus, but yet again, you weren’t really paying attention in the first place.

A woman decked out in NYU apparel walked towards you with a friendly smile.

“Are you here to visit someone on campus, or are you possibly lost?”

You shook your head at her.

“No, no, I was just looking for a place to stay dry for a little bit.”

“I’m sorry, but we can’t let you stay here if you’re not a student, or if you’re not with a student.”

You bit your lip before shivering.

“I see. I’m sorry for disturbing you, ma’am.”

“Good luck staying dry.”

You tried to think of warm places as you headed back towards the door, but nothing can prepare you for the downpour outside. You sighed as you placed your hand on the handle.

“Wait, Ms. Rayfield, they’re with me!”

You turned around to see who else is talking. A woman with soft, brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair glanced at you for a moment before turning to the other woman.

You paused as you heard Ms. Rayfield sigh.

“Dami, just because you’re a graduate medical student, that does not mean that you can-”

“Please, Ms. Rayfield, they could become hypothermic if they’re out there for much longer.” Dami pleaded with the woman. “I know I’m becoming a doctor, but that doesn’t mean I want people to be sick or dying.”

The older woman sighed again before turning to you.

“Can I at least see an ID? We have police records on file, and I want to make sure you’re not dangerous.”

“How is that fair-”

You cleared your throat for a moment.

“Although I thank you for your heroics, Dami, I understand where she’s coming from.” You fished out your ID, and you gave it to her. “I wouldn’t want anyone who was dangerous around here either.”

“Stay here for a moment,” Ms. Rayfield said before backing away, “and that includes you, Dami!”

Dami exhaled in relief before shaking her head.

“I’m so sorry about her. She’s uptight, and-”

“-is just trying to do her job to protect students?” You interrupted as you tried to stop yourself from laughing. “You really are passionate about what you do.”

She shrugged slightly.

“I care for people. It’s just what I do.”

“Even strangers whom you’ve never met?”

A slight smirk played on her lips.

“Especially strangers that I’ve never met.”

“Interesting… the world could always use more people like you.”

“Don’t you mean people like us?”

Your eyebrows burrowed in confusion.

“I don’t get what you’re saying.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t concerned when I confronted Ms. Rayfield.”

You became visibly flustered as you tried to deny her accusation.

“I- No, that was- It-” You bowed your head for a moment as you tried to collect your thoughts. “Okay, so maybe you’re right after all.”

Dami offered you a light smile.

“I’m always right.”

The two of you continued talking until Ms. Rayfield walked back and hands you your ID.

“You’re all good, Y/N. Enjoy your stay on campus.”

You sighed in relief before putting your ID away.

“Y/N, huh?”

“You don’t like my name?” You jokingly ask.

“No, I think it fits you perfectly.”

You did your best to hide your embarrassment.

“Thanks.”

Dami took a step forward before gesturing you to follow her.

“I have a spare umbrella so we can walk back to my dorm. I’m sure someone on my floor will have something that’ll fit you.”

“You’re too kind, you know?”

She shook her head.

“I told you, Y/N, I care for people. It’s just what I do."

~

After dropping the kids off at their aunt’s house in the middle of the night, you were able to drive home in peace as the sunrise greeted you. You felt like pulling off on the side of the road and crying your eyes out, but you knew that you had to stay strong for the kids and for yourself.

You made it back to Dami’s place without shedding too many tears. You carefully stepped out of the minivan as you walked to the front door. You opened the door, went inside, and closed it without making too much sound.

I don’t want to wake Dami because I don’t want to disturb her, plus I’m sure that I am the last person on Earth that she would ever want to see after I blew up on her.

Your luggage is right next to the door where you set it. With only three trips, you get everything that you need into the car. You close the trunk, which causes you to make direct eye contact with Dami.

Well, so much for not waking her, I guess.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” You say before stepping onto the sidewalk.

“You didn’t. I couldn���t sleep anyways.”

You try your best to mask your surprise.

Dami was the one who always lectured you about getting more sleep, eating all of your meals, and drinking enough water. She always led by example, and this is definitely out of the ordinary.

“You were worried about me?”

“I’m always worried about you. You make it hard not to be.”

You chuckle slightly.

“You care about everyone, Dami. That’s just the type of person you are.”

“That’s what the arrogant resident doctor told you.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, really? So the supreme space wizard and the arrogant resident doctor aren’t the same person? What a shocker!”

Dami sighs at your sarcasm, but you can see that a light, playful smile is trying to break through her serious facial expression.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t.” You pause to fold your arms and lead against the minivan. “Please inform me on this subject.”

“I used to say that I cared for everyone, but that was never the case. I only cared for myself and what would help me in life. It took a car crash and months of therapy and training to realize that you can either care a little for a lot of people, or care a lot for a few people.”

“Dami…” You bite your lip as you try to think of something to say. “Why didn’t you ever tell me this before?”

“I’m sure you know this, but you’re not exactly one of the easiest people to talk to and get along with.”

“I’m absolutely offended, but I see your point.”

“I’m also smart enough to know that opening up to you will not prevent you from driving away in that car.”

“I always was the stubborn one.” You smile for a moment before pulling away from the car. “So… why are you out here, then? You’re not going to try and stop me, so what are you doing?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

“Well, I hope you find your answers one way or another. I’m not sure that my interference will help in any way.”

You take a deep breath before turning towards your car.

“Y/N, if you need anything-”

“I know where to find you, plus I have your phone number.” You open up the car door. “I’ll be fine, Dami. It’s almost like you don’t trust me or something.”

“I do, I just-” She cuts herself off before looking away from you.

She looks at me the same way I looked at Yoohyeon when she left.

You bite your lip before sighing.

You have to fix things between the two of you, Y/N. What if this is the last time you see her? Do you want this to be your last impression of one another?

You step away from the car as you walk towards Dami.

“What are you-”

“Not a word.” You mutter before wrapping your arms around her. “Just let me enjoy this for a moment.”

She slowly wraps her arms around you, and you sigh in content as you enjoy her warm embrace.

We’re like two shooting stars who can’t help but collide whenever we cross paths. It’s disastrous and deadly, perhaps, but it probably is one hell of a show for anybody watching. It’s beautiful, mesmerizing, and horrifying all at the same time.

~

You didn’t tell Dami that you kept the apartment that S.H.I.E.L.D. gifted you, and to be honest, you really didn’t care to. You made monthly rent on the apartment, and you paid all of the bills, so no one ever really questioned why nobody went in or out of there.

You didn’t bother to bring any of your things up until you had a chance to inspect the apartment. You grabbed the key from your pocket, and you quickly unlocked the door before heading inside.

It’s dark inside the apartment, as you would expect. You turn on the lights, and right as they turn on, you make eye contact with a person inside of your apartment.

“Holy shit!” You yelp as the red-haired woman chuckles. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m surprised you don’t know who I am.” She slides off of one of the kitchen chairs before approaching you. “Does Captain America or the Falcon ring any bells?”

She must either work with them, or she wants to kill them. The red hair… Who has red hair?

“Oh, you’re the Black Widow!”

“You’re as smart as they claim.” A light smile appears on her face. “I must admit, I’m impressed by your work.”

“It’s nothing that I’m proud of.”

“Is anyone proud to be a killer?”

“You should add ‘Philosopher’ to your resume, along with ‘Trained Mercenary’.” You roll your shoulders back as you try to remain calm. “What games are you trying to play with me?”

“None. I’ve just been curious to meet the person that’s got Siyeon in a chokehold, but yet, I still have no idea why.”

“I’m pretty and deadly. You’d know a lot about that, right?” You wink at her as she shakes her head.

“You are as bad as Siyeon, my goodness. "

“That’s how I got the name La Rosa Sangrienta. The Bloody Rose, but you probably already knew that. Roses are pretty, and they pull people in with their allure. Once they’ve been attracted, the thorns strike their target. Nobody ever knows who did the killing because the color of the blood-”

“-perfectly matches the color of the red rose.” The Widow smiles. “It’s more inventive than what I have.”

“I don’t know about that. Spiders can be pretty scary.”

She laughs for a brief moment.

“You’re nothing like you appear.”

“I think I could say the same about you, JiU.”

She steps away from you in shock.

“How did you kn-”

“I’ve hacked into government security systems. Doing a background check on superheroes is like child’s play.” You explain with a smirk on your face.

“Clever as always, Y/N.”

You chuckle as you try to hide how suprised you are at hearing your name come from her mouth.

“You’ve done your own research, I see.”

“I do what I can.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest.

“What did you come here for, then? This conversation could’ve easily happened in a cafe or somewhere in public, but you chose to sneak into my apartment because you had something to say to me that you don’t want other people to hear.”

JiU bites her lip before answering you.

“I don’t know how, but Irene knows that you’re connected with us.”

“Irene? Do you mean…” You trail off as JiU nods her head. “Fuck me, then.”

“We might be able to get you out of the city if we can go now.”

You sigh before running your hands through your hair.

Why is it always me?

“It’s a good thing that my stuff’s packed. Let’s go.”

JiU follows you out of your apartment, and you think you’re able to make an escape until you see a limousine outside of the front lobby.

“I know another way.” JiU grabs your hand before pulling you away from the lobby windows.

She’s not fast enough as you’re able to make direct eye contact with the world’s richest woman in the world.

Bae Joohyun, Irene, Iron Woman- whatever name you shall prefer.

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Why did you elbow me? 179

Achilles Castle part 81

Lemonade and lies PART 24

Kate: pov Liv has scars all over her body from Lewis and I have the one from the bullet and the other from the emergency heart surgery I had. Jet and Muncy are all dressed, me and Liv are putting the finishing touches on our outfits. Castle was nice enough to iron the words Captain Olivia Benson and Captain Kate Beckett onto the back of our shirts. Which is actually kind of cool, that way people know who we are. Once our makeup and hair is done I start to pack my emergency bag. Muncy and Jet are very curious as to what I'm putting in my bag. I explain how I have to put my meds, a mini fan in case it's hot in the arena/venue, a water bottle and a snack just in case.

Liv: pov I help her to make sure we don't forget anything. I can hear Castle mention from his office that it is raining hard outside now. I'm driving Kate's car since it's full of gas. Jet asks if we can put on some Taylor swift for the car ride there. Traffic is moving slowly on the way to the arena because of the rain. I'm trying to find a parking space. Muncy says can't we park in front? I can't get wet, my outfit is too nice. Hey Kate aren't you considered disabled. Can't you get us front parking. Do you have one of those disability plaques that old and disabled people have? I know what Muncy just said is bothering Kate I turn to the back seat and say to Muncy don't you ever say that again do you understand me. She looks shocked. I tell her it is not okay to refer to Kate as disabled because she is not and don't compare her to old people it's just wrong. I understand you're thinking about yourself and only yourself at the moment but did you ever think that getting wet might not be good for Kate.

Muncy: pov after i apologize to Kate she says I forgive you, everyone makes mistakes and says things they regret. Jet says to Kate you forgave Muncy pretty quickly, she says not the first time I forgave someone that quickly. I ask who the person was, Liv says it's a touchy subject. Kate says my Captain who was sadly dirty and killed bob armen, my mom was helping clear pulgatti’s name since he got blamed for it. Kate looks sad, sorry I brought it up. Liv says she left her brother a nasty voicemail and regretted it. She parks in front since Kate has a thing saying she can.

Jet: pov Kate grabs her bag and we head towards the arena. The guards at the door have to check her bag. She explains to the guard that she has a heart condition and these are her meds in case of an emergency after explaining a little more he lets us through. Liv says afterwards we need to hit the gift shop so I can get Jessie and Billie each a shirt. Meet and greet is starting soon, Liv has plans to also get them an autograph or maybe a special message from Taylor. Turns out our tickets include meet and greet. Kate looks nervous. Liv and her are trying to Find an employee or someone from the venue because she has to mention that Kate has a heart condition and to ask where the defibrillator is in case of an emergency, which Kate says would be a rare occurrence For her to need it.

Liv: pov the line for the meet and greet is kind of long. I made sure to tell Amanda in advance just in case I can get a video message for the girls. It's almost our turn, once the person in front of us gets their picture it's our turn. Before we get our tour programs signed and our picture taken. Taylor says so do cardiac surgeons actually fix bullet holes. She must mean what's written on Kate's shirt. Kate says in my case they did, Taylor says no way you were shot, Where? Kate says at my Captains funeral, Taylor says no I meant on your body.

Kate: pov oh I misunderstood what you were asking. I was actually shot in the heart, the bullet grazed my left ventricle and left inferior pulmonary vein. Went into cardiac arrest twice and had a collapsed lung. Spent 3 months on disability, I have a heart condition, a weak immune system and very loud noises trigger my PTSD.

Taylor Swift: pov oh my that sounds awful, must have been hard recovering from that did you say you were shot at your Captain's funeral, Kate says yes. so I take it, your police she says yes a homicide Captain out of the 12th precinct. Liv is an SVU Captain out of the 16th precinct, Muncy is one of her detectives and Jet is a detective with organized crime.

Kate: pov My captain did something that was wrong when he was a rookie he killed Bob armen an undercover federal agent, he and 2 other cops pinned it on Joe pulgatti with the help of senator bracken. bracken hired someone to kill my mom then tried to kill me but i lived which is a miracle because they weren't sure if i was going to make it. Liv asks if she can get a video message for Jessie and Billie, her nieces who are home sick and had to miss the concert. Which Taylor says yes to.

Amanda: pov Liv let me know in advance just in case. That way I would be ready with the girls. I tell Billie and Jessie aunt Liv is calling, I wonder why. As soon as Liv and Taylor appear on screen the girls start screaming excitedly. She chats with them for a few minutes and tells them she hopes they feel better.

Muncy: pov our photos come out cute, Liv says we should head to the bathroom before we sit in our sets. The line isn't too bad for the bathroom. A woman in the bathroom comes up to Kate and asks if she is the woman who put the senator in prison. Kate says yes, the woman then asks Liv if she was the officer William Lewis took. Liv says sadly yes, not something you really want to remember. To be continued. …………

[friendshipprecure]

An Freshly Baked New Life. (CRK TF)🍪🩷

Carson B. Terason was a 6 year old boy who was born with a breathing issue that made him struggle to breathe when he gets exhausted from playing too hard and when he slept. His parents did all they could to keep their little boy happy and healthy but two jobs each *his mom a waitress and his father a Car Dealership employee* couldn't always pay the Hospital Bills for Medication and Therapy, but they didn't care as they always give their son love and Attention. Carson was a lovely little boy who loved to Play games, Help his mother Bake Cookies and Cakes, and he loves the Cookie Run Frandchise, mainly Cookie Run Kingdom as he loved the cute and colorful Characters and Their Skills and even has a collection of CRK Merch like small plushies, stickers, cards, pins and a poster of all of Cookie Characters. But his breathing problems got worse when he was Exposed to smoke from a House fire from across of his home. The doctors told his parents that they did all they could But Carson might not have long to live since the smoke damaged his already weak lungs so they suggested that they put him in the "Hermadale New Life Program." a program created by the Hermadail Herself to give children who are either abandoned by their parents or children who might not have Long to live, it's like Make-a-wish only more Magical, so they agreed and signed the agreement, but that doesn't mean that they didn't visit their son who loved to have a new life, but he was a little nervous..he had heard of the Friendship Force but he didn't know it will work. One week before his 7th Birthday *His Hermadale New Life Program day* he was playing Cookie Run Kingdom on his tablet when he gets a Special Visit from the Hermadail Herself.

Nurse: *Knocks on his room door* Carson dear, there's someone who wants to see you.

Carson: *Paused his Game* Oh okay, Who?

The Door Opened and the Nurse was there with A Girl he recognized as the Hermadail Herself Maribella, She wore a Pink and Blue Sparkling Puffed sleeved Jacket with glittering purple hearts on it, underneath it was a Pastel Cyan and pink Cloud design Tanktop with little wings as well as a Pastel Rainbow Skirt with Rose pink Bows on it, she wore Pink and white Over the knee Socks with blue sky Legwarmers with Clouds on them and on her feet were pale blue and purple Oxford Wedges with Pink and white polka dot bows on them, Her Rainbow with Pink Hair was Styled into a Hairbow in the middle and two Pigtails with bows and a silver Tiara with Gemstones all over it. She also had a Bag that was Pastel pink with Multiple color and pattern Patchs and well as Kawaii Keychains on her Back.

Maribella/Me: Hey there, Carson is it? I'm Maribella, and I am gonna to help you though the Hermadale New Life Program. *She walked to his bed*

Carson: Really?, Okay miss Maribella...

The Nurse left us and we Started Chatting about the Program and our Interests, Carson was Amazed that not only did I Play CRK, But I have Gingerbrave and his Friends with me, we Talked, Had Snacks, Played CRK, and when me and my Friends Left I left Behind a Cute little Cake Hound Keychain Plush on his nightstand.

Carson: Ooooh, it's so cute!

As the Days Moved on Me and my Friends visited him and we Talked about how his new life would look like as He wanted to Live as a Cookie in my Cookie Kingdom Cookieadale, He said his favorite treats was Caramel Chocolate and Vanilla and chocolate Cream doughnuts, I Was Writing down the Info in my Book*

Me: Alright, Now Carson, Since you're Part of the Program, You'll have your Seventh Birthday party at the Funtimeplex, and you'll Have Time to Have Fun with your Family and friends.

My Gingerbrave: Yeah, I'll be Awesome to see you in our Kingdom!

Carson: Hehehehe!, yeah.....but I don't really have any friends here....my only friend Moved out when I was 4.....

My Strawberry Cookie: Oh dear..that's so sad.

Me: Oh, well at least you'll make friends at your new home.

Carson: oh okay.

The day before Carson's Birthday, His parents transferred custody of their son to the Cookieadale Harmony Orphanage who will take good care of their son and Carson Having his Final Vaccinations so he can't get Any diseases and and viruses from Hermadale and the FINAL One was the Hermadail's Blood Spirit Vaccine, which will Give him the Gift of a New life...no matter how or why.

Carson: Oof, that was Much work..

Me: Yeah but we don't want you to get Sick in Hermadale or Cookieadale, *Boops his Nose* After all tomorrow is your Very Special Day!

My Wizard Cookie: I Agree it's also where your Transfer will happen!

My Chili Pepper Cookie: Oh Yeah, you'll get to see everything, Including all the Treasure! Hehehe..

My Custard Cookie III: Yeah, you'll get to make new friends!

Carson: oh...okay.

The next day was his Birthday, He had a Wonderful Party with Food, Games, Attractions, Prizes and Since he was a "Program Kid" he Got Special Prizes for this as well as a special Birthday Cake Themed to a Cute Cookie House, as well as Meeting all the Cookie of Cookie Run Kingdom and OvenBreak, It Was Fun while it lasted as After the Day Came to the end, His parents gave him one last hug together.

Carson's Dad: Oh My son...I do hope that we visit someday...

Carson's Mom: Please take care of our son

My Gingerbrave: Don't worry about it Mr. and Mrs. Terason, we got it Covered!

And just like that Carson's Parents Left the Funtimeplex's Doors, Maribella took the kid to Backstage where she and her Friends lead him through a Portal to the Hermadale Palace, he was given a Tour to the Palace's Laboratory, It had a Mixture of Greek, Roman and Futuristic Design with Potions, Spells, Machinery and Gadgets anywhere and everywhere, Carson was Amazed by the sheer fact that Hermadails had the sheer Technology they Had.

Carson: Whoa...this is amazing..

Maribella/Me: Yeah, We have alot of things that Humans don't know about.

My Pure Vanilla Cookie: Well yes, Now let's get to the Ultimate Dough...

In one of the laboratories was an cauldron that was Mixing a Giant batch of the ultimate dough, it was a mixture of Leftover dough from many Different living cookies, Some fresh ingredients, and Star Jellies, it was Stirred by a Mechanical Wisk by a mechanical Hand, I Lead the Kid to a small room, it was a dark yet Cosy with a warm glowing light that was Coming Though a crystal ball like Chandelier, a Thick, Pale red Mist was on the ground and a low rise table and Stools were Partly seen, on the table was a small cake Decorated with a Dolop of Cream and a strawberry in the middle of it, two tea cups and a tea pot were set up for two, Me and Carson took a seat.

Me: Here, I Decided that one final Birthday cake and a cup of tea is in order before treatment.

Carson: o-Okay? I guess so...*Picked up his Cup of Camille and Poppy Tea*

Carson also took a Bite out the Choco Caramel and Cream Cake....he Started to Fell relaxed and a little sleepy, but he felt warm and fuzzy, We Talked about how his new life would be Lovely and exciting, he then fell deeply asleep and he leant over the table, I gently picked him up...and I Put him into the Bowl of The Ultimate dough by gently throwing him over the Giant Bowl.....

Few Hours Later....

Carson started to feel a little...crispy..Sweet even as he felt his New Body being Formed as continued to dream....he felt the Heat of a Oven, Not Too hot or Not Hot enough....he even felt his new face Form as he slept in the Oven, 12-15 Minutes Later...

*DING!*

Me and my Version of Matilda The Cookie Witch were Waiting outside of the Oven, then the oven doors swung open and a Glowing Cookie jumped out and I Instantly caught him...he was only a inch taller than Custard Cookie III. I Put him on a Small tray and I Started to Decorate him and gave him new Clothing and once I Finished his Decorating, My Matilda then put him in a Small Soft bed in a Dollhouse outside in her garden near the gate..

Carson: *Slowly started to wake up* Mmmmm.....*he felt warm and Freshly baked as he Sit up in bed rubbing his Eyes...when he opened his new Choco Brown Eyes he saw his new surroundings.

Carson: Hm? What is this place?

He sat up in the bed and saw his New Nubby Hands with gloves, he then stood up and at first he wobbled and Stummbled as he got used to his new feet.

Carson: whoa..this is new, am I really a Cookie?

He noticed a compact mirror in the Doll house and wondered if this was Reall and his wish Came True.

Me and my Friends Helped Carson Settled Down and after a Few Days, He was Now Comfortable with his new Life.

The End. ♡♡♡♡♡

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Jan 10, 2023

Mercury, she was one of the joys in my life. I loved her, I adored her. Sadly, on this day, she died. I will never forget, playing happily with my dogs at my mum's home. Giggling, about to get some snacks when my dad sent a message:

>She's sick

>taking her to the vet

I did worry, but I knew she would be fine, my dad was someone I could trust. Yet, five minutes later, my heart broke.

>She passed

-How?

>A tumor was crushing her stomach and heart. It rapidly grew, and she was gone.

It was true... but none of us had known, not even the doctors. My cat was more special than first believed. Leucemia and a tumor, both are rare in a cat or so I was told. That ball killed my cat within minutes, less than a day. She had been taken because a glutton who stops eating one night and one morning is not normal. Dad did the right thing in seeking medical aid, even though there could be nothing done. No, he didn't put her down, he had been as shocked as me and that had been the moment he gave me the message that made me wail and burst into tears of despair.

I called my love, unable to say much other than "She's dead! Mercury is dead" He did his best to help me. But I didn't need it. I just had to have a few minutes of this feeling and hugging my dear dogs. Once I was dry I felt at peace.

Dad came to get me, and I smiled, was it wrong to feel happy in this situation? I do not know. We went and ate my favorite food, and we talked, he worried I had maybe fallen into a crisis, relieved when I assured him, I didn't. I didn't lie, I had just been sad, but now, I felt calm. We talked and talked during lunch about how cute she was, and how lovable she was. Mercury had always adored cuddling to me, sitting on my chest during rainy stormy nights to calm me, interrupting my work a bit but then resting on my leg. Her favorite toy was string or things that dangled. A cat that also loved eating, complaining if we didn't give her our lunch. We always had to lock her out on the patio along with the girls, because the three didn't stop bothering us in their own ways when we ate. She had even scratched through plastic bags to get to the food that wasn't hers. Her favorite was chicken, being more desperate than usual each time we brought it home.

It's strange how close she became to us. Mercury used to be feral, and distrusting. Yet, she only scratched me once, two weeks it took for her to be close. Born in August, dead by September. I guess, "wake me up when September ends" now makes sense.

We were done, I was smiling, knowing that we had been happy. I had no need to harm myself, no attacks. No nothing. Why did her death only cause momentary misery and not a full-on reaction lasting months? I don't know. But I felt, and feel, happy-nostalgic. Mercury lives forever on TikTok, Twitter, Facebook, and youtube. All I need to do is search for those, and I will see her again.

Mum came back early, Dad had just dropped me off at her house. She was also worried I might be in crisis. She didn't know Mercury personally, she had only kept her for me for a few hours since I hadn't been able to pick her up the second she was rescued. I digress. She only knew through videos and all the shenanigans I told her about. I brewed us some tea, there was no chamomile, but Earl Grey that tastes like vanilla when hot and chocolate when cold. We did the same, talk, I did let out some tears, but not as bad as the first ones. I know I will always miss her. I know Mercury was happy. When I think about her or mention her I feel good. And I was happy she didn't suffer in any way.

I love Mercury, she will always have a place in my heart and nothing will replace her. I hope, someday, I may adopt another cat, and give her just as much happiness as I was able to give Mer.