#sorry i couldn't add more im just still not feeling as well

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: children horror

[luveline]

heyy! ━ im not sure if you requests currently because its totally fine if you dont.

but how about hot bombshell bau!reader where she looks extra fine today [like its warm and she wears a dress] and spencer cant info dump like he usually does? ━ feel free to add anything to the story!

love your writing and page, <3

ty for requesting ♡ fem!reader

Texas gets hot. Unbearable, suffocating heat, arid air that feels as though it's baking you alive paired with the unforgiving beat of the sun on your shoulders. Sorry, Hotch, but you have to wear a dress. 

It's a little black thing with respectable sleeves and a less respectable hemline. There's no cleavage on show. Honestly, you could wear it to the courthouse if you needed to, and that's what counts. 

"Well, hi, mama," Morgan greets as you drift into the hotel lobby. 

"Unprofessional?" you ask, holding the hem in your two hands and pulling it down a touch. 

"On you? Absolutely." Morgan's wearing his usual attitude, but even he had the sense to wear a light grey shirt. "Where've you been hiding that one?" 

"I'm prepared for anything, Derek, you know that." 

Hotch raises his eyebrows when he sees you. 

"Too much?" you ask cautiously. 

"No. You look nice, Y/N. It's not you I'm thinking about." He suffers in his suit jacket, but you can't imagine he'll wear it much longer. He's a stickler for formality but he's not insane. "Speaking of, where's Reid?" 

"We're here!" JJ assures, leading the rest of your team from the breakfast hall. "We were following the air-conditioning. Hey, nice dress. I wish I packed something cooler." 

"It has to be hitting one ten," Emily whines. 

Spencer follows behind her, not quite looking at you as he begins, "It's an even one hundred farenheit today, it just feels hot because the aridity of the air is…" 

Spencer stares at you, his voice fading thin as the edge of a flower petal. He makes a very gentlemanly and extremely entertaining attempt to restrain himself, but his eyes pitch downward to your thighs, your legs as a whole, pupils dragging and catching on the slopes of them. 

His gaze shoots back to your eyes. "The air?" you ask softly. 

You can feel Hotch's disapproval in the same way you could predict today's heat. Spencer glances at him, and, because he isn't totally socially unable, he steadies himself and says, "You look nice." 

"Spencer!" you cheer, your happiness nearly smothering a mixture of sighs and laughs. "Thank you so much, that's so sweet!" You close the distance between you to clasp his arm gently. "You look nice too. I see you've foregone a sweater in the heat. Have you ever thought about wearing a v-neck shirt like Morgan does? You'd look really good, especially your arms." 

Speechless, Spencer shakes his head. You pat his shoulder as Hotch shepherd's you out of the hotel and into the sunshine, the agony of a land without air-conditioning distracting your audience. With slightly more privacy, you lean into Spencer's side. 

"I know it's not quite right to wear to work but my pencil skirts are all too tight after the last wash. Do you think it's alright?" 

A bead of sweat collects at his hairline. "I think it's fine." 

"Yeah? I just couldn't stand to be hot again like we were yesterday, even my knee caps felt sweaty. If it gets any hotter I'll have to solve the case in my underwear." 

Spencer makes a quiet, strange sound, like a pant or a gasp being choked on. You'd love to say you attribute it to the heat, but you're not that humble. 

"We'd still get the job done, wouldn't we?" you ask. 

"I don't know what to tell you," Spencer says. 

Hotch puts you and Spencer in separate SUVs.

[reystenius-01]

Sweet and Sour

Summary: Alexia comes home from that game to a sick reader. Comfort and fluff ensues.

(okay theres a bit of angst as well, i couldn't help myself, im sorry 😭)

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Alexia didn’t know whether to cry, to yell, or to hurl a water bottle against the nearest surface. They had lost. Barça had lost. Their first defeat of the season could not have come at a more dangerous time, in the first leg of the Champions League Semi-Final. 

It was their first home defeat in five years, as well.

And to add salt to the wound, you weren’t around. You weren’t at the game today. You were at home, incredibly ill to the point where looking at a screen hurt your brain. You weren’t there for Alexia to cling onto, to reassure her that everything would come up blaugrana at the end of the day.

At least, though, you were at home, getting better for the second leg. You’d save them, Alexia told herself, as she applauded the fans for coming and attending. The fans deserved better than whatever the hell that performance was out there.

God, it kept replaying in her head. That miss. That fucking miss.

She could’ve levelled it, put her team on some somewhat stable ground for the away leg at Stamford Bridge. A part of her shattered when that ball went wide, it took majority of her willpower to get right back up afterwards. 

The little head-slaps she usually gave Vicky were lighter now, only just. As much as Alexia would love to give Jona a piece of her mind (she’d do that tomorrow at the latest), you were waiting for her at home. 

The mere thought nearly brought her to her knees. 

Though she knew that you would understand, that you would be the usual radiating beam of positivity that you always were despite feeling like you got hit by a truck, a part of her feared that you’d be disappointed, not just of the team, but of her.

Alexia was brought out of her thoughts as Jona walked into the locker room. The usual post-match speeches were given, but a chunk of Alexia’s brain was just all mush after that game. It was mostly a blur, and she could hardly remember what she had said in her own speech. Thankfully, she didn’t need to do media. The last thing she needed right now, especially in her current headspace, was for some reporters trying to bait her into making a scathing comment.

She wanted to go home to you. And at the same time, she didn’t.

The team bus was mostly silent on the way back to the training ground, a few of the girls conversing in hushed tones, some faint music coming from the back of the bus. Alexia hadn’t texted you yet. You needed the sleep, so you could get better and get back to the team.

Salma’s head was on her shoulder, the girl having fallen asleep a few minutes into the bus ride. Alexia’s heart went out to the girl, and she had encouraged her to keep her head up. 

The minutes went by like a blur, and before Alexia knew it, they were back at the training ground. The radio played faintly in her car as she drove back to your shared home, making a quick stop at the pharmacy to pick up your antibiotics, since the pharmacist had called her to let her know that your required dose for tonight was ready.

The first thing Alexia noticed when she got home was the smell of soup. You must’ve made some boxed instant soup or something, her thoughts confirmed when she saw the box and the seasoning packets. There was still some soup left in the pot on the stove. Well, there was dinner sorted.

She set the bag from the pharmacy down on the kitchen counter before heading upstairs to check on you. She quietly entered the bedroom, and saw you curled up in bed, your breathing steady and peaceful. She smiled softly, grateful to see you resting. You could be a little stubborn at times.

Carefully, she approached the bed and sat down beside you, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, also gently holding her hand against your forehead to check on your fever. Thankfully, it wasn’t that bad anymore.

“Hey, amor,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. “I’m home.”

You stirred slightly, blinking sleepily as you looked up at her. “Hey, pretty girl,” you murmured, clearing your throat and sitting up a bit so you could lean against the headboard. “How are you? How was the game?”

Alexia hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. She didn't want to disappoint you with the loss, especially when you were just starting to feel better.

“It was... challenging,” she said finally, hating how small she sounded. “But you know how it is. Win some, lose some.”

Your brow furrowed slightly, concern flickering in your eyes. You knew your girlfriend the same way you knew how to breathe. There was no way she’d ever use the words ‘win some, lose some’ to describe a game, especially a Champions League semi-final, at home no less. 

​​You studied her for a moment, your eyes searching her face. “Lex, what's wrong?” you asked gently, sensing her reluctance to talk about it.

Alexia hesitated, her heart heavy with the weight of her missed chance, chewing a little on the inside of her cheek. “I... I had a chance to level the score,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I missed.”

Your heart broke then and there, not because of the loss at all. Your girlfriend, the Alexia Putellas and the two-time Ballon D’or winner looked so… small in front of you. Your expression softened with understanding, and you reached out to take her hand in yours. “Hey, it's okay,” you said soothingly, your voice filled with reassurance. “That’s football, love.”

Alexia noticed you shift closer to her a bit, your thumb stroking the back of her hand gently. You were keeping your distance a bit, not wanting to get your girlfriend sick, even more so now.

“But it was such an important game,” Alexia said, her voice trembling with emotion. “And I let everyone down.”

You shook your head, gently squeezing her hand. “You didn't let anyone down, Lex. You gave it your all out there, and that's all anyone can ask for. We win and lose as a team,” Alexia wasn’t looking at you, but you were looking at her, studying her. You could see her biting her bottom lip to keep herself from crying in front of you. “Mi vida, mírame.”

Alexia nibbled on her lip some more, before shaking her head. Your hand left hers, reaching up to gently hold her chin and encourage her to look at you. “Ale, mi niña bonita. Please look at me.”

She let you turn her face to face yours, and your thumb immediately reaching up to wipe away the tears that were escaping the corners of those gorgeous hazel eyes.

Your heart ached for her. She looked so vulnerable in that moment, and it pained you to see her so torn up over the match. “Alexia, listen to me,” you said, your voice firm but gentle as you wiped away her tears, albeit a little croaky as well. “You are so much more than just one missed chance. You are strong, talented, and resilient. And no matter what happens on the field, I am always going to be proud of you.”

Alexia's breath caught in her throat as she looked into your eyes, seeing nothing but love and admiration reflected back at her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

“Don't apologise, amor,” you said softly, shaking your head. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Alexia shook her head, a shaky sigh escaping her lips. “I just... I hate feeling like I disappointed the team, the fans… and you.”

You reached out, cupping her cheek gently in your hand. “You didn't let anyone down, Ale,” you insisted, completely sure of what you were saying. “You're an incredible player and an amazing captain. And I couldn't be prouder of you–”

You doubled over, turning your head away to cough into your arm, your other hand patting your chest. 

“Amor,” Alexia all but jumped to your side, hand rubbing your back despite you trying to keep her at a distance so that she didn’t get sick.

“I’m…” Another stream of coughs escaped you, and Alexia pulled away briefly to pour you a glass of water. “I’m fine, Ale, thank you.”

You accepted the glass, taking a few sips to soothe the irritation you felt in your throat, massaging it gently. “Maybe you should take some medicine,” she suggested, worry evident for your health.

“After this,” you set the glass on the bedside table, grabbing Alexia’s hands again and getting her to sit beside you. “It's okay to feel disappointed, Lex, but don't let one moment define you. You are capable of so much more than you realise, and I know you know that.”

Tears continued to stream down Alexia's cheeks, but there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she listened to your words. “I just want to make you proud,” she admitted, her voice slightly above a whisper, sounding more like herself now.

“Oh, bebita,” you murmured, your voice soft just like your smile as you bunched up your sleeve, wiping at Alexia’s cheeks. “You already make me proud every single day.”

Alexia sniffled, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Even when I miss crucial chances in important games?”

“Even then,” you replied without hesitation, your gaze locked with hers. “Because you give your all out there, and you never give up. You always fight, and fight to make up for it.”

“You always know just what to say,” she whispered, a soft sigh escaping her as she looked at you.

“What can I say? I’m just so wise,” you replied, pulling a face, making Alexia chuckle and lightly shove your shoulder. “Hey, no bullying the weak and feeble!”

“You aren’t f-fuh–?” Alexia tried to copy your pronunciation, and with each attempt, your smile grew. “Amor!”

“What?” 

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Just…” Alexia put her hands on your shoulders. “You’re not weak.”

“I know, mi amor, I know. You aren’t either,” you put one of your hands on top of one of hers, gently caressing her knuckles. “We’re still in it. We’ve been here before, no?” You looked at her knowingly, yet so softly and so full of love.

“Mhm,” she hummed, her smile getting bigger.

“We just need a bit of faith and trust. No matter what happens, win or lose, you’re one of the most amazing people in my life,” you reached out to run your hand through Alexia’s hair, still a bit damp from her post-match shower. “Want me to brush your hair?”

“I want you… to take your medicine,” Alexia said with a smile, and you groaned.

“Is it the tablets?”

Alexia pursed her lips as she stood up, stifling a smile as she held out her hands for you to help yourself up out of bed.

“Amor,” you whined, kicking your feet a little like a child being denied ice cream from a street vendor.

“Come on, my tough and pretty and sexy girl,” Alexia wiggled her fingers. “You can handle a few pills, lovely.”

“I told you that a few months ago, and you banished me to an air mattress on the floor because you didn’t want me catching whatever bug you had,” You held onto her hands, standing up. Alexia’s large hands patted your waist a little before holding you gently. It was an adorable habit of hers. “And then, you proceeded to beg for me to come to bed with you just because you couldn’t stand being apart from me for the night.”

“Come, come,” Alexia had a smile on her face as you went on your little rant, leading you down the stairs to your inevitable fate of having to ingest some pills. You hated the feeling of pills in your throat, even when you took them with water. “Don’t be stubborn.”

“Alexia, don’t be mean to me, I am ill,” you stopped at the bottom step, Alexia looking up at you slightly, tilting her head and smiling at the sight of you pouting.

 You grumbled when she wrapped her arms around your waist and picked you up into her arms, begrudgingly wrapping your legs around her waist to hold onto her as she carried you into the kitchen, “Be careful, you played a rough half of football.”

Alexia glanced at you, brow furrowed. You weren’t supposed to be on your phone or any technology for that matter.

“Mapi called,” you smiled innocently, fingers scratching her scalp, the midfielder closing her eyes at the feeling briefly. “It’s been a while since she used short sentences.” Alexia winced. “Too soon, yep, sorry.”

“The doctor said you need to have three tablets–” Alexia braced herself for the mush of words that were about to come out of your mouth.

“Amor!”

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[cosmicck]

dude sorry lol💀 I didn’t notice the 1000 event. Although, now that I see it, could I request prompt 29? With Miguel O’hara if possible… bottom reader preferably, don’t care if sub or dom

thanks for reading this and I’m sorry for wasting your time

★miguel o'hara x male reader(nsfw)

★genre: smut

★warning(s): subtop miguel, dombottom reader, drinking miguels booby milk(might be a little gross the way i write things), dick riding(miguel gotta be a good 10 inches), miguel whimpers(real), kind of cringe titty talk, short fic i think, oh shit yeah and size kink, and reader doesn't need a web shooter

★a/n: i always add some extra shit bro also never say sorry for wasting my time(actually dont please) also im listening to tell me by fifty fifty😘

you liked..no loved miguels tits. now it was kind of embarrassing to say it out loud to yourself but god, just look at them they were so big looking and fit him just right in a way you could very clearly explain if someone would just let you.

you were dating sure, but the urge to just squeeze them right where he stood no matter who was around it was just the damn urge to do so.

but no one said you couldn't do that in private now could they? all you were gonna ask for is one gentle squeeze and then you'd be finished. but one gentle squeeze turned into a few rough ones, that turned into you on top of him your ass slamming down onto his dick. his hands tight secure on your waist his nails retracted simply for your saftey.

"god..if only you could see yourself." if only he could, that look on his face was everything you needed in life he was so adorable looking, the way he kept trying to speak but whimpers and loud moans kept replacing them instead.

his face dripping with swear the strands of his hair sticking to his forehead his nipples perked which started to get you to wonder something. just a little curiosity, it wouldn't kill him.

you leaned down sticking out your tongue flicking the bud using your teeth to slightly pull at it before wrapping your mouth around it fully and sucking harshly.

his hands tried to pry you off but that was annoying, your fingers pressed against the edge of your palm, webs shooting out to make both of his hands stick to the head board.

"(m/n)— what the hell are you- fuck.." his hustle ended quick enough as your other hand fiddled with his other pec you fingers twirling his nipple around and pinching it getting such ear melting sounds and reactions out of him.

what a genius you are to think of something like this. having such a big guy under you whimpering with just the few touches of your finger? i mean sure minus the fact your still sitting on his dick rocking your hips occasionally it was such a sight to see him come un-done simply because of you.

looking up you saw his face was getting more twisted with pleasure almost as if something was coming, well you were right and wrong in your own mind. as you continued to suck you felt something fill your mouth there wasn't that much of it but you still felt it and his reaction was priceless.

every bit of it you swallowed, you could describe it tasting like sweet milk even something way different than semen. sitting up and licking your lips taking a deep breath and looking over to his other breast.

he was already out of breath and it seemed like he was trying to use his nail to unbind himself but you weren't done just yet. might as well stop moving your hips for him and just cockwarm him with your mouth all around his other nipple.

"miguel i hope you know we aren't finished." you gave him a small peck on his forehead then whispering something in his ear.

"this one looks a little neglected don't you think?"

i fucking hate the ending bro also update im listening to the vampire😍😍 @gaybitchfx @esthxio @secretivemessenger @vyloy @bloodyfennec @kitsune-yuhhh @reallyromealone i feel like im missin someone

oh well

[luvyeni]

dom!jeongin with a sub reader that has a hand kink 🤭 i’m thinking best friends at the start or roommates

HANDS; YANG JEONGIN

pairings. roommate!jeongin x fem!reader

wc. 910

warnings. fingering

yes i am jeongin bias with a hand kink, i feel like it just comes with stanning him 🤷🏽‍♀️

jeongin finding out his cute roommate loves his hands.

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"what's so interesting about my hands, hmm? " he smirked watching your face flush realizing you've been caught. "because you've been staring at them for a while."

such an idiot, how could you get caught staring so hard. "w..what are you talking about? i wasn't staring at your hands." may he would drop it if you deny it.

"yeah? then what did i come into your room for?" you were blanking, you can't even remember what your roommate came in to talk about, your eyes immediately zoned in on his hands the second he sat on your bed.

"don't have a clue in the world do you, only thing you seem to be worried about is my hands?" jeongin teased, your neck was hot. "s..so what." jeongin's eyebrow quirked at you trying to sound so bold. "so what i was staring at them?"

he held his hands up in defense. "im not judging." his hand came down to your calf— only brushing past it, but it still made you flinch, he smiled, he was doing so little, but it had such and affect on you.

"but if you want something, you gotta tell me, i can't read minds."

where you dreaming? was he tricking you? "i..- i guess i was wrong." he let out a big sigh standing up. "you don't have a thing for my hands, im sorry for thinking wrong, i'll leave you to whatever you were doing." he went to turn and leave, only for you to grab his wrist. "n..no, please don't go." he bit back a smirk, turning back around.

"so you do want something?" you played with the bracelet on his wrist, his cock jumped in his sweats as you looked up at him, eyes glassed over. "p..please." he sat back down on the bed.

"look at you, head all empty just by looking at my hands, it's pathetic baby." he grabbed your cheeks squishing them, a moan involuntarily leaving your lips. "tsk... you moaning like a slut isn't gonna get you what you want, what do you want?" his voice was much more demanding, his eyes sharper, sending you into a even deeper headspace. "touch me."

"where?" his hands left your cheeks slowly traveling back down to your neck, his hand wrapping around it, you bit your lip too keep from embarrassing yourself with another moan. "of course you liked being choked." he squeezed a bit. "is this where you want me to touch you?"

you tried to rub your tighs together subtly, but he was well aware of what you were doing, his hands traveling further down to your boobs. "or is it here?" he rubbed his thumb across your nipple, you moaned. "j..jeongin please."

"im not gonna give you what you want unless you tell me." he spoke. "be a good girl and tell me where you )want my hands." you had enough of his teasing, you worked up as much courage as you could, grabbing his wrist, guiding where you desperately needed his beautiful hands. "r..right here."

"good girl." he cupped your heat, you grabbed his wrist. "jesus you're soaked down there." he rubbed your clothed folds. "wow a little touching has you messing up your pretty panties, you really like my hands?" he's met a few girls who liked his hands but not this much.

"i bet you think about them when you're alone in here, hmm? stuffing your pussy with your tiny fingers, wishing they were mines." his hand found his way into your shorts, sliding your panties to the side. "don't you?" he teased his finger at your hole. "y..yes." after hearing the answer he wanted, he pushed one finger into your hole.

"so wet baby, how long have you been like this?" his finger deliciously dragged across your walls, you couldn't help but clench around it. "clenching over just one of them baby, should i add another? or could you cum just from one of them." you moaned, desperately wanted him to add another. "a..another one please." he smiled. "look at you using your words, my good girl." he added another finger, the coldness of his ring hitting your clit sent a shiver down your spine, you moaned out in ecstacy.

"p..please." jeongin's eyes widened. "you want a another one?" you nodded. "jesus love, you really are a slut for my fingers." he slowly pushed a third finger in, you moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure. "s..so full."

"yeah, you like how my finger fills you up?" you nodded, to fucked out to answer, but jeongin wanted to hear you say it, he brought his other hand up to your neck. "use your fucking words." he squeezed down a little bit.

"f..fuck yes, im gonna cum." he rubbed your clit with his thumb. "good girl, you can cum, cum for me love." your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came on his fingers. "that's it, you feel good princess?" you nodded as you shook around his fingers.

he slowly pulled them out, a string of your essence coating his pretty fingers. "fuck." you moaned as he brought his pretty fingers to his lips, wrapping his lips around them, groaning at the taste of you. "fucking delicious." he bought them to your lips, tapping on them. "suck." you opened your mouth, letting him push them in.

"good girl."

©️LUVYENI

[l0v3tast3]

AHH Hello!!! I absolutely love your writing, it’s so good!!!!

I was wondering…

Y/n always wear a mask to conceal her identity, in hopes the 141 doesn’t find out that Makarov is her father!!

141 had captured Makarov for interrogation, and y/n is there. As the interrogation continues, they start to notice that y/n and Makarov know each other, by the subtle little informality they spoke to one another. And the truth starts to come out, little by little!!!!

✎ tysm i love you :(( i absolutely love this idea the angst potential is just *chef's kiss* i'm sorry this one took like over a month to make oops, also i tried to keep personal details abt the reader as vague as possible, pls let me know if there's something i can fix!!

✎ tags: female reader, military reader, major daddy issues, violence, mentions of blood, hurt/barely any comfort if at all, not proofread im too cool for that,

✎ word count: 2,704

the silence in the cold, gray interrogation room was so thick that you were choking on it. you knew you had just fucked up, badly.

you had done so well so far, too. you're fabricated identity had fooled everyone. the name you had chosen stuck, and no one ever noticed your old one threatening to jump from your mouth when you introduced yourself. you always kept the childhood memories and little anecdotes vague. you stuck to your rehearsed lines better than a world-famous actor. you did every single thing right.

and now, here he was, your own blood, fucking it all up for you, again.

technically, he had made you fuck it up for yourself. it was just how makarov worked; he was a spider weaving a web in the corner, watching, waiting. this man, your supposed father, didn't know anything real about you. he didn't know you as a father should know his daughter. but he knew which buttons to press.

he only knew what to say to you when it would allow him the opportunity of watching you fall a little deeper towards rock bottom.

you knew that the room had cameras covering every square inch, and the microphones ensured that you're accidental admission to your heritage was heard by your entire task force.

there was a red hot pit opening inside of you, caving your insides in like a black hole and threatening to consume your entire being. it was rage, you realized. something you only ever seemed to feel in the presence of one person.

you briefly considered killing him, right there and then. was this really the straw that broke your back? it truly was just another thing to add to the list. you had known he would do this.

no, you were angry at yourself.

on the other side of the door, the four men of the 141 task force were all stood still in shock. what the hell did you just say?

none of them wanted to believe it. they especially didn't want to admit that it made sense. you had done a fucking fantastic job of hiding it, they'll admit that, but even you couldn't hide everything.

price saw the way you tensed when you were passed laswell's photo of makarov in the bar, after you had all put an end to hassan's plan. he saw the way you dropped it and slid it to the next person quickly, as if touching the picture had burned your fingertips.

soap had asked you if you were okay more than once during the plane ride to russia. you were so restless, so different from your usual grounded self. you just said you were having some flying anxiety. he felt stupid now for writing it off so easily.

and kyle, the first one to trust you (and to even really talk to you), he had seen the anger sparking off of you while you shot your way through the tower to get to makarov. floor after floor, bullet after bullet, you had paved a path of blood through the mercenaries. he wondered if someone else had taken your mask and gear and was pretending to be you.

simon saw the fear in you when you all got to the last door. you had been so quick in your endeavor to get here, but he saw you hesitate to follow them in. he saw how you never took your wide eyes off of him, and how you stayed a few steps back, moving far out of the way when price began to escort him out in handcuffs.

and when they had asked you to go into the interrogation room, they all saw how you stopped breathing, and the sweat collecting on what little skin they could see above your mask. you had stuttered when you quietly agreed.

when you stepped into the room, makarov took one look at your eyes, and you knew he recognized you. no, he recognized the hatred. and it made him smile.

now, sitting in the cold metal chair, you realized that it wasn't just one mistake, but a series of them; you had let him unravel you, again. you understood, finally, that he saw you as he did everyone else. he saw you as someone that held him back.

part of you had always known, ever since you were young, still single-digits, and he would only visit you once every few months, if that. you had elected to ignore it. now you couldn't.

you couldn't move. behind you was the door that would lead you to the consequences of your actions. in front of you was the reason for those actions.

this is what you had wanted, wasn't it? it was like something snapped back into place, and you suddenly remembered that everything you had done up until now, every time you put the mask on before leaving your room, every lie you had told and every person you had killed had been to get you here. in front of your father. you remembered that the image of him with a bullet between his eyes was what kept you going.

if you killed him, would it finally absolve you? the gun on your hip felt twenty pounds heavier now. your fingers, folded together in your lap with a white-knuckle grip, felt like lead. would this sin make all the other wrongs right?

a tiny voice was telling you to just walk away, let the team's wrath come down on you and let them deal with makarov, but you had already thrown the table between you towards the wall, he was already on the ground with your hands wrapped around his throat.

you were yelling, no, screaming at him. all the compacted feelings from years and years of being as quiet as possible came up like vomit, spewing out in a mess that could never be cleaned up.

there were more than just makarov's hands on you, pushing and pulling you away from him and dragging you out of the room, kicking and screeching to let you just finally kill him, while two other blurry shapes hauled him back into his own chair.

the heavy metal door shut behind the two people practically carrying you, and they finally let you go. you stumbled a few steps away, whirling around for the next target of your fury.

your captain and lieutenant were standing in front of you, both tensed, waiting for you to do something. you couldn't exactly make out their faces- were you crying?

"what in the bloody hell just happened in there?" price snarled. it was the voice he used when he was face to face with his enemy.

"let me back in there." it was a demand. you needed to kill him.

"that's not gonna happen," simon barked. john and kyle had come out from the interrogation room to stand behind the other two men. "you need to explain, now."

they all stared at you with varying looks of anger and hurt. it wasn't the first time you'd ever had it directed at you, but this was somehow worse than all the others.

every cell in your body was shrieking at you to just run for the door, to somehow get through all four of these men, your teammates, your friends, and kill makarov. but their glares glued you to your spot.

"please-" your voice was trembling, years of grief and agony dripping from every word, "please, just let me kill him. you have to let me kill him." you spoke slowly and quietly, focusing on just trying to get the words out. you took a shaky breath and focused your eyes on a muddy bootprint on the floor. you didn't want to see the looks on their faces.

"you don't understand, you just- just let me back in there, please, i'll get whatever you need out of him, but he needs to die!" your voice was getting louder, and you briefly wondered if your father could hear you. "his men are probably already on their way here. don't you get it? if i don't kill him now, he will get out."

the men in front of you were more shocked now than anything at the change in your demeanor. you had been coined the "second ghost" throughout the units, partly for the mask, but also because of your detachment. you were kind, but you always held logic above emotion.

in front of them now was nothing short of a nervous wreck.

despite not moving, you were frantic. you were wringing your hands together, pressed tight against your stomach. your eyes darted from side to side, person to person, between them and the door to makarov.

price took a step forward and you took a step back. he was slow, bringing his hand up as if he were approaching a wild animal. if he was still angry, he was hiding it now.

"come on, kid, let's just get out of 'ere, eh? go somewhere away from him," he said lowly. the other three men watched tensely, not moving, but their hands still close to their guns. just in case.

"no, no- just let me- price, you need to let me back in there!" you were a broken record, you knew it, but there was nothing else to say, nothing else you could think about. this was what you had been waiting for, you were right where you had wanted to be for the past- how many years now? how long has he tormented you for now?

you could feel your father's presence in the next room like bugs crawling across your body. it made your head feel fuzzy and your hands shake. was it from rage or fear? you couldn't tell, so you chose the rage.

it was like bile stuck in your throat, all the pain makarov had caused you finally being unearthed. you wanted to throw it all up and spit it out onto him, lay your organs and hatred alike out on the table in front of him so he could see the decay. you wanted him to rot from the inside out like you had.

your eyes glanced at the door one last time before focusing on price. he was watching you, just a couple of steps in front of you now.

"let me back in there, john." it was a whisper, but still the steadiest thing you had spoken since they had dragged you out.

"no." he said your name quietly, and you heard it as the plea it was, but you're head decided it was done listening.

your body threw itself at him, swinging underneath his arms and onto his back to try and get him on the ground. the room exploded into yelling, and multiple pairs of hands were on you in an instant, hauling you off of price and forcing you face-down onto the ground with your hands behind your back.

cold metal latching around your wrists didn't stop your screaming and kicking, lashing out at the air around you. it didn't work well, because you were being hauled back to your feet and pushed into a separate interrogation room.

whoever was carrying you didn't bother with trying to attach your handcuffs to the table, basically throwing you in and slamming the door shut before you could get back on your feet.

outside the cell, the four men stood in silent shock. what was there to say, where would they even start? would they really be able to hear each other over your muffled screams to let you out?

you didn't know how long you had been in there once the door finally opens again, but you had stopped screaming and struggling to get out of the room. you had sat down at the table, your hands folded in front of you on the cold surface. you stared down at the blood beading and smearing around the handcuffs.

kyle squeezed in through the tiny amount he'd let the door open before he shut it quickly, keeping his eyes on you. you didn't look up, your red eyes staying fixed on one point even as he slowly moved closer. he followed them to see the red rings underneath the steel, and a pang of guilt squeezed his heart tight.

he sat down across from you, folding his hands in front of him on the table, mirroring you. you still hadn't looked up at him, or done anything to acknowledge his presence; you hadn't even moved.

"are you alright?" kyle implored. he kept his voice soft, bending over a little to try to look you in the eye.

it took you a few moments to respond; he almost started to think you didn't hear him before you opened your mouth slowly.

"is he dead?" you croaked.

kyle let out an audible sigh while he leaned back in his seat, bringing his hands up to drag them down his face.

"no, we still need him. you know that."

you didn't say anything after that.

after sitting in silence for two full minutes, he spoke up. "you realize not telling us about this makes you look really bad, yeah?"

"you don't trust me anymore?" you whispered it, like you didn't want him to hear and answer. you knew what he would say.

"you aren't making it very easy."

kyle wanted to trust you still. part of him was angry and confused as to why you had kept something like this from them. the other part, the bigger part of him, knew that you were on still on the same side of it all. and he knew the other three men felt the same, but they couldn't just dismiss this.

"we can work this out, ya' know. you just have to be honest with us," he added after you once again stayed silent.

"be honest?" you echoed. you finally looked up at him. "about what? you heard me. makarov is my father. i want him dead. that's all there is to say."

kyle took his turn to not speak, weighing your words, figuring out where to go from there.

"why didn't you tell us?" he finally asked.

you looked back down at your wrists. "if i had told you i was makarov's daughter before i joined the team, then all i would have ever been is makarov's daughter." you paused to take a deep, shaky breath. it was uncomfortable with your mask still on, wet with tears, but you refused to take it off, to give away the last piece of your identity that was still yours at the moment.

"it's something we should have known," he contended quickly. "we could have used the information you have-"

you cut him off, your eyes snapping back up to glare daggers at him. "you think i know anything more than you?" you barked. something between a laugh and a sob escaped your throat before you could continue. "i was eight years old the last time i saw him in person. i was raised by live-in nannies. he only visited, what, maybe twice a year? and i don't know why he even bothered, either."

your hands were clenched into tight fists, and the same sting that circled your wrists was appearing in your palms. you kept going though; you didn't know if you could stop now.

"every time i get somewhere, every time i start making a life for myself again, he fucks it all up. never showed his damn face, but it was him, it was always-" you finally cut yourself off, not wanting to drag more memories out from the dark.

"makarov may be my father, but i am not his daughter. i swear, kyle, i fucking swear it." you were pleading with him to believe you now. you needed them to understand.

you could see it in the way his eyebrows creased that he wanted to take your words as the truth. but he didn't say anything (what could he have said?).

the door opened once again, and price half-entered the room to wave kyle back out. he avoided your gaze, something he'd never done before. then you were alone again.

[meaningofaeons]

Hi, how are you?? I hope that you're doing good. May I request how the HSR boys (Mainly Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Gepard, Sampo and Caelus, if you want to add more it's ok) would react to their s/o doing something embarrassing?? I remember one time where I was out with my friends and out of nowhere I tripped and fell to the floor, my bubble tea just exploded under my chest and everyone was looking 💀 my friends split into two groups, the ones actually worried and the other ones who were just laughing, one even fell into some bushes because they couldn't stand properly 🧍‍♂️I hope it makes sense, rather than seeing it as something bad, maybe make it funny(?

sorry for my bad english🗿🥑💖

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ klutz

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau, jing yuan, sampo koski ⊹ word count - 938 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, reader is kind of a klutz, all just cute stuff lmfao

hi anon! don't apologize, your english is very good! I actually only do 3 characters per req so I just went with these 3, hope that's okay! feel free to send in another req for dan heng if you'd like!! (I don't write for caelus im srry </3) thank you for the req and I hope you're doing well too! (=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡☆

⊹ Gepard Landau

You can't tell me that Gepard isn't the kind to completely freak out if something like that happened to you

He's quite protective, so even if you're unharmed, something embarrassing happening for you like tripping is cause for concern for the boy!!!

"Oh my god! Y/N, are you okay?! Here, let me help you..."

It's a little awkward sometimes only because if you try to laugh it off, Gepard is totally adamant that you have nothing to feel awkward or embarrassed about

"This kind of thing happens to everyone. Please don't apologize!"

On the other hand, if it's something not involving potential bodily harm, I still don't think he'd laugh at you

At least, not too much

Gepard is the kind to be 100% sure you're okay before he even thinks of laughing at the situation

But in scenarios where you trip or possibly get hurt, he forgets the whole "laugh" part.

Still, if you were to do something like wave at someone who you thought was waving at you on accident (and they were actually waving at someone behind you) he'd... probably let a small chuckle slip.

It's even more embarrassing than bombastic laughter, arguably, because he's trying to hide it but it's so evident that he's amused

Would treat you to your favorite snack afterwards though as an apology!

He definitely gets worried that you're actually mad when he lets a small giggle slip, but you never are

"Y/N? Come on, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry!"

Let him trail after you a bit longer, it's cute to see him acting like an obedient puppy

⊹ Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is the dignified General of the Cloud Knights. As such, he knows how to keep his composure.

Most of the time.

Truth be told, as much as the man is dedicated to his job and public appearance, he doesn't really feel like a cold, distant General. Even in public, but especially not in close quarters.

He's amicable, he smiles, he greets his people

But the first time anyone outside of the Seat of Divine Foresight had ever seen Jing Yuan laugh out loud was because of you.

When you stumbled into a pond in the gardens of the Central Starskiff Haven, your lovely boyfriend had barked one single, obvious cackle.

He was quick to politely put a hand over his mouth, but as your head popped up from the water, you had scowled.

There was an obvious smirk on his lips as he helped you out.

It had caught the attention of the (few, but still present) people nearby, so the two of you were quick to make your exit, your face burning red

Now, no matter how much he says it, Jing Yuan doesn't really feel sorry after...

Unless you really lay it on with the dramatics on how much it "upset" you.

Get this man to dote on you, because he totally will

Spoiling you rotten afterwards in exchange for genuine, pure laughter? Sign the General up!

He'll start off with gifts and treats, but if you keep up the façade, he'll eventually just start putting his hands all over you and hanging off your shoulder with overexaggerated theatrics.

"I do wish my dear Y/N would forgive this old man already... I didn't mean a thing by it..."

Don't leave him hanging too long, though—he will get too clingy trying to "earn your forgiveness" and no work will get done that day.

⊹ Sampo Koski

Let's not kid ourselves, Sampo's bursting out laughing the second you topple over

I dare say this guy is even whipping out his phone to take pictures of your blunder like the little shit he is.

Don't worry, though—those photos will never reach the eyes of others. They're for him to giggle at when he's taking a break from his work, or sit in bed and coo over how cute you were pouting at him for his tearful chuckles.

Sampo is sort of the opposite of Gepard in this scenario

If you trip or do something that could've led to unlikely harm, he's still laughing his ass off at you first

Only if you're actually hurt will he calm down and help you out, but it's always superficial wounds so he's still wiping the tears from his own eyes when he bandages your wounds

Oh, he's so smarmy when you get upset though.

"Aww, is my sweetheart mad? I'm sowwy!"

Baby voice to the max, clasping his hands together like a repentant maiden, it's hard to discern which is more embarrassing—your accident or his behavior after.

He's teasing you about it for weeks after.

Again, the pictures he takes of the incidents (if he deems them funny enough) are for his eyes only, but the story is not for his ears only

Everyone in Boulder Town hears about the incident before the week ends. I feel bad for you, poor reader...

Especially right after, if you get "upset" with him, he'll be pinching your cheeks and cooing over you

He turns up the "act like a little old lady crooning over a cute youngster" act to the maximum too, which can be annoying, but it can also turn your embarrassment into amusement and laughter

Honestly, most of the time when he's treating you like that after a blunder, it's because he wants you to see the humor in it too

Doesn't want you to be hard on yourself for doing something kinda embarrassing—happens to the best of us!

Still, make him treat you afterwards. He'll do it eventually, you just have to get through the annoying antics first.

[graysnetwork]

⊰Mr. Nonchalant⊱

info- spent half of the day writing this cause I was out of ideas but also bored and stuff. And i still have some requests i still have not done but for some reason i just get stuck. So i'm sorry if you requested and i've never done it.

warnings: wounds mentioned (cut/gash), blood

Summary: Keegan is only ever sweet with you, and it's finally dawned on him that, he likes you, a lot.

Keegan is so sweet with you.

He’s literally so nice to you, helping you with anything you need. And everyone on base fully believed you two had a thing going on because he was only nice to you, until you stared at them in confusion because you had no idea what they meant. There was nothing going on between you guys.

You thought he was just a nice guy who liked to help everyone, but you were wrong, kinda. He was a nice guy who did like to help, just you. 

He was a dream though, he helped you with everything; from training, to grabbing things from high places for you. And to add to that, he was handsome. He had those beautiful icy blue eyes, and he was always clean shaven, he had downturned lips, and short messy black hair. He rarely took his mask off, but with you he did. Barely anyone knew what he looked like. Only the people he trusted knew what his face looked like. You had only joined the team as a medic for them this year so the rest of the team  thought it was surprising he let you see his face since more than half of them have only ever seen his mouth when he lifted his mask to eat.

In Keegan’s perspective, he knew he was being very nice with you. There wasn't a particular reason. He just always wanted to be nice to you. You were pretty and super kind to him so he wanted to be kind to you as well. He was asked constantly by his teammates if you two had something going on and he denied everything, though, he wouldn't deny you if you wanted something to go on.

He was starting to realize his stomach did flips whenever you were around, and his face got hot under his mask when you stared at him through your lashes, and his mouth went dry when you asked him a question. His pupils would be blown out at the sight of you, or just the thought of you.

And he was such a serious guy, but for you…

He would even try to crack a joke or two when you were around just to hear a giggle come out of you. And he had very, very dry humor, and all of the jokes he told you were terrible but that's half the charm.

When Logan finally asked Keegan about you, his cheeks went red, and he stuttered like a kid presenting in front of a class. He was a total mess when it came to you, as a topic. When he was actually talking to you, he was totally fine. But Mr. Nonchalant was acting very chalant about you.

–

You sat in front of keegan staring at the wound on his side, you began stitching him up. His face contorted into an expression of pain, his groans intensified as you reached the middle of the slit.

“m’sorry… but i'm almost done” you whispered and he groaned back as a response. “S’fine sweetheart, dont worry about it, just hurry.. please” he whispered, You nodded and finished stitching the wound. Keegan sighed as you finished, he closed his eyes, sat back in his seat, and relaxed. “thank you..” his voice barely above a whisper. “are you okay?” you asked and furrowed your brows “im great, feeling better already” he muttered back, “good, i'm gonna go get you ice” you smiled and went over to the fridge and grabbed an ice pack. His eyes followed your figure, and your voice, he smiled and watched you.

“y/n, can we talk?’’ he muttered again, “of course, About what?” you perked up your brows, “..us..” he whispered, his stomach felt empty and he felt like throwing up. “what about us?” “well, i uh.. I need to talk to you about something” he gulped and he took his eyes off of you as you sat back down in front of him, he couldn't look at you anymore now, his eyes wandered everywhere except towards you.

“about what keegan?” you asked and placed the ice on the wound. “I-” he let out a shaky sigh as he sat up again trying to relax as he kept the ice on his slit. “I love you y/n” he whispered, your eyes widened and heat ran up your neck to your cheeks, you felt hot, not in a good, sexy way. Like you were having a fever.

“Oh wow..”

That was the only thing that could come out of your mouth at the moment.

“Yeah.. I love you. And it's fine if you don't even remotely like me back, because i love you so much that i just want you to be happy” he got up slowly from the chair, still keeping the ice against himself “ even if that means i don't get to love you, but i want you to be happy, and if that means no me in your life then that's fine, super fine, not fine with me but if it makes you happy, then i'll say it's fine…” 

“I want you” you gulped and stood up in front of him, “really?” his brows perked up and his stomach did flips. “Really.” you nodded and took in a deep breath and exhaled deeply. “good were on the same page..” you gulped once again, “yeah.. So, do you wanna go out some time” he asked, "sure, " you smiled sheepishly. “When we go out, i promise i'll actually have flowers for you and i'll tell you ‘i love you’ properly, y’know, flash mob and everything” he smiled “don't do that, please” you giggled.

He stepped closer,put his hand on your cheek,

And he leaned in and kissed you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him back, gosh, he was a great kisser. His other hand found its place on your waist and he didn’t pull away, neither did you. It seemed that the two of you didn’t want this moment to end.

Nobody, if they were in this situation, would ever dare to pull away from this euphoric movie scene. You could probably pitch this as a movie scene, handsome shirtless soldier kissing a medic after admitting their love for each other.

Gosh, he was a good kisser.

[hunterbunter3000]

I think it's also about the way sweetheart touches them. She's gentle with them, which is something rare for absolutely all of them. Sweetheart doesn't assume because they're in the military that they don't need kindness and support and delicate hands. She knows they already think that they don't deserve anything like that so when she sees them wanting it and craving it, she is so willing to give. Her love cup is so full for her team and the people she cares for.

She handles ghost like he's still just Simon Riley, a sad kid deep down. Sweetheart offers up affection that she can just feel is so foreign to him. Yes he can take care of himself but everybody knows it doesn't extend beyond the basics and she takes time to try to heal his aches and pains that he's gotten so used to living with

She's delicate with price, knowing how hard he's worked to keep the team alive and well. How most of the time, he gets no recognition for his efforts. Sure, she teases him and calls him an old man when he complains about his back but in the same breath is offering a massage to get the ever present knot out

She's attentive with soap, hating how he looks like a sad puppy when people try to brush him off as a loud and brash grown up child. She wants him to hold on to that because she knows if it goes away, he'll seem like a shell of himself. She's seen what too long in the field can do to someone like johnny and how it can change them for the worst so she always encourages his jokes and such.

She helps gaz as much as she can. She sees how he pushes himself and how it sometimes ends up in neglect of himself. How many meals has he missed due to trying to just get one more thing done? How many hours of sleep has he skipped to try to figure something out? With a firm hand, she always guides him into taking care of himself and to give himself a much needed break.

IM RAMBLING IM SORRY

AAA NOOO DONT BE SORRY- DONT EVER BE SORRY FOR RAMBLING THIS IS AMAZING 💖✨️✨️💕

(I'm terribly sorry this took so long- BUT GARRICK'S IS PRETTY LONG SO ITS A WIN WIN-)

But holy cow I agree with this so much

Tw: mentions of depression, insecurities, trust issues

I'm really gonna start with Soap because what you said is her biggest fear. She cares deeply for Mactavish and always pays a little bit more attention to him than the others because of that terror.

It would be a nightmare if she didn't see the life in his eyes anymore. Her heart was already broken when her second uncle came back a zombie from being in the army. Didn't talk to anyone, and if he did he would always snap at them. He loved his family still. He really did. But the happiness, and the compassion was gone. He couldn't let go of the guilt, of the regret he had in his choices. He didn't really talk about it, but when he did Sweetheart could see the black tar oozing out of his mouth. All the internal pain and suffering. She doesn't want to see Soap be like that, since their personalities are quite similar. Fun, chipper, determined and kind. She will protect his internal being with everything she has, just like she did with her uncle. So she will always laugh at his jokes and add on to them, making them both double over. She will always stand up for him when someone calls him loud and brash. Telling him it's okay to express yourself how you want to.

If she fails, if she even sees the shine leave his eyes for a second, she knows she failed her uncle again and will never be the same.

--

Now with Ghost-- GOOAAHHHHDDDD he needs all the hugs and cheek kisses he can get (and really just hugs) he doesn't like to be touched unless he knows you knows you (kinda like König and Roach) it took Sweetheart a WHILEE to get close to Ghost. Yes, he did have a small soft spot for her, but he would NOT let her touch him. It took like five months just to let her touch his shoulder. Because of his insane trust issues and paranoia, he didn't let her get close. He couldn't. He couldn't risk getting hurt from Sweetheart. Kind, charming, thoughtful, Sweetheart. Caring, strong, smart, Sweetheart. He craved for her touch so badly that he knew it was what he needed, but he couldn't handle the pain afterward. But there was no pain when she first hugged him when he came out of that explosion alive. There was no pain when she held his hand through his panic attack. There was just warmth. And love. Through every touch she gave him, it spoke of love and care. She gave him time. She gave him so much patience so he could trust her. So he could love her. And he does.

Price-- that man deserves a hundred medals I swear. As you said, he gets no recognition of his effort from anyone, because that's what he's supposed to do. He's supposed to get everyone out alive, he's supposed to succeed everytime. It's just built in the job with that expectation. But Sweetheart knows in order to keep that kind of task going, he needs support. And my god, does she give it to him. Always patting him on the back and saying good job. Checking for any injuries, and if there are, she would fix them. Listening to anything he's talking about and giving her opinions on it. Giving him some tea and something to eat if he's up late. And just giving him any form of affirmation. He deserves it. He deserves all the support, the back rubs, the massages and the teasing, the tea and the naps, all of it. And Price is so grateful for it. If she wasn't there for him, no one would be.

Kyle. Gaz. Garrick. Goodness, that boy has put so many expectations on himself that NO ONE ELSE has put on him. It's weighing him down. Since he's the youngest and has less experience than everyone else, he thinks that he has to catch up to everyone else or be better than them in order for people to see him. See him being one of the members of Task Force 141. The best of the best, right? Like Sweetheart? How she carries herself through chaos, how she handles dire situations, how well she works with others, how physically, mentally, and emotionally strong she is? Can he be skilled like Sweetheart? Calm and collected like Ghost? Well-armed like Soap? He doesn't know. His insecurities are always getting the best of him, making him forget to brush his teeth. Or eat breakfast. Or even get out of bed. Is he even fit to be on this team? Sweetheart knocks on his door. Is he even worthy? She knocks again. He has so much to catch up on. She opens his door. How will he catch up to them? She sighs, walking towards his curled up figure on his bed. He's in their shadow. Maybe he should leave. Sweetheart comes into his view, shocking him. She has a slight concerning face, but more anger than anything. Angry that he hasn't been taking care of himself. Concerned on why he hasn't been taking care of himself. She grabs his hand and brings it to her lips, closing her eyes. His entire body feels warm. Awake. She breathes in and opens her eyes back up. She urges him to get up. Get up and take a shower. His brain says no, but his body is moving subconsciously. She waits outside the Men's Bath Unit until he's done. She waits for him, quite closely, when he's brushing his teeth; Sweetheart tells him not to forget to brush his molars. She waits for him when he dresses himself in clean clothes, still in the same room as him, just turned. She waits for him to finish eating a big breakfast, which he eats fully. All with silence. All with a neutral face. Yet her actions are firm. Caring. Helpful. She sits him down on his now cleaned bed, the help of Sweetheart, and they just... talk. Talk about what's been going on, talk about why he feels this way, and when. It helps. She's giving her opinions on what he can do to be better, but it's up to him to take them. She sighs, eyes studying him. 'I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries with you. But I couldn't sit aside and let you make yourself disappear. Especially when you're valued as a teammate and a friend.' She says. Gaz feels like crying. And he does. He hugs so tightly. Tight enough that she could feel his appreciation through his touch. He's thankful that she saw him. And she continues to see him.

[elllisaaa]

Hihi , im not really sure if it would be ur style of writing but i had a dream abt it and i thought u could write smth along those lines(i think for this fluff would be good🥹 but if u wanna add smut is fine too hehe)

Heres the prompt:

Basically most of the days you would be hanging out w ur bff beomgyu after sch, just hanging out in each other’s presence is enough. You guys wont force a conversation if its not needed n sitting in silence gives you both a peace of mind.(thise type of fs)

But one day u told him that u were going to an event with ur girl bff , where she could see her fav artist , and you being a supportive bestie decided to go with her!

Somehow thru the night things changed and you ended up with beomgyu saying these words: “ It’s always been you y/n, my eyes are only for you”

(Not rlly sure if this is how a prompt should be(if im giving too much cos this is my first prompt) but i hope it sparks interest >_<)

hiii anonie !! this definitely so damn cute, i got a little overboard with this one but i love it so much, it's so soft omgg ! this definitely such a good idea i love it, and don't worry - the longer your thoughts are, the more i'm happy !

BFF!BEOMGYU who never stops annoying you every day, be it by sending you tons of texts or by dropping by your place when he's done with his schedule. well, you always claim that he's annoying but he knows that it isn't the truth and that you're always happy to see him.

"by the way, i will not be there for our movie night tomorrow, i'm sorry." beomgyu turned to you with a judgemental look on his face. "you're letting me down !?" you rolled your eyes as you threw one of the cushions of your sofa at him. "don't be so dramatic. i'm just going to a fanmeeting with one of my friend because she didn't want to be alone."

and even if your reasons were very valid, beomgyu couldn't help but be bothered. you always spend your free time with him, and it didn't even matter if the two of you just laid in your bed in silence, watching a serie while playing stupid games on your phones. it didn't matter because what he seeked was your presence, feeling you by his side. he loved to know that he could lay his head on your lap anytime and that you would drop your phone to thread your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep.

but sometimes, just sometimes, he wished he could be even closer to you. the type of closeness that would allow him to feel jealous about you going to a fanmeeting of another idol. the type of closeness that would allow him to kiss you, and love you like you deserved to be loved.

a pout was visible on his face, but what was even more striking was the slighlty hurt look in his eyes. and even if your best friend was always a little drama queen whenever you cancelled plans with him or hung out with somebody else, you never took him too seriously, knowing that he just liked to yap. but today, it seemed different.

beomgyu didn't want to separate from your warm body, but he still sat up, already missing the feeling of your hands in his hair, but his heart was hurting too much to keep pretending this time. it was nothing, he was aware, and he didn't have any right being jealous or feeling like he was. but he did, and he wished you would feel the same even if it was impossible because he was him and you were yourself, and there was simply no way that you would love him like that.

"why are you taking it like that gyu ? i know it's a little late to let you know, i should've told you before but it's no big deal, yeah ? i'm free this weekend if you wanna come by after practice, i'll even cook for you if you want."

beomgyu could feel a knot forming in his throat the more you talked, realizing how wrong he was for making you feel guilty about something you weren't responsible for. but the question he was dying to ask still got out of his mouth, the words coming out almost against his will : "do you like him more than me ? do you think that he sings better ? is that why you're letting me down ?"

his shaking voice made your heart clench, and you paused the movie that was now serving as a background noise, focusing entirely on your best friend and the way he was fidgeting, not daring to look you in the eyes but he seemed more than anxious, more than sad.

"where is that coming from gyu ? i've never said that. or did i make you feel this way ?" but beomgyu shook his head no. "you didn't. it's just…" he stopped for a moment, seemingly thinking about something before he curled up on himself on your couch, gaze fixed on the frozen tv screen. "forget it, i'm just being selfish."

the entire mood had changed, but you couldn't care less - you were only very worried about your best friend. "you know you can be selfish sometimes, i don't mind. tell me what's going on, please ?" and beomgyu finally looked at you in the eyes, biting his lips as if he was still unsure about what he was going to say : "i'm making a big deal out of this because i want to be the only one you're fangirling over, okay ? i want to be the only one you find handsome, and the only one you gush to your friends about. i wanna be the only one for you because for me it has always been you y/n, my eyes are only on you."

you looked at him dumbfounded, as you clearly didn't expect a confession, especially from your best friend. but quickly, a little smile spread on your lips as you reached for beomgyu's hand. he let you do that, and he let you pull him closer to you too, your face only inches away from the other.

"you've always been the only one for me too gyu, i simply didn't think that you would feel the same because you're always surrounded by the most beautiful girls of the country, so why would you choose me ?" - "because i'm in love with you, so in love with you it hurts sometimes." your smile was matching his, and you could see his brown eyes sparkling with joy again. "i'm in love with you too, have been for so long." - "does that mean i can kiss you now ?" you chuckled but still nodded : "yes, you can."

so beomgyu kissed you, and the way his heart exploded in his ribcage was only another proof of how down bad for you he was. and he didn't want this feeling to ever stop if that meant he could wake up by your side every morning.

[dinaaaaee]

There was only one bed. (Part 2)

✦Diavolo x gender neutral MC!

✦Warnings: none!

I don’t really like the way this turned out…but I was so stuck.

✦Now Diavolo is tryna stay in Mc’s arms.

✦@lolwhatyo, @samantha4evr, anon

I JUST REALISED IM SO SORRY IF YOUR READING THIS ON A LAPTOP! IT GOT ALL MESSED UP 😭═══════════════════════ Shifting half sleepily, you could feel the comfortable warmth enveloping you, making you nuzzle even closer to him.

Diavolo who woke up before you, couldn't help but watch you. He couldn't bring himself to move you out of his arms. Not when you fit so perfectly in his broad arms. Not when you fit, so naturally. He was even more infatuated with you.

It was still the early hours of the Devildom, no car, no demon, no bird could be heard.

It was strangely quiet, for a realm full of demons.

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It was just you and him. In a dark room, with the moonlight being the only light source.

You could feel a intense gaze, on you.

Softly groaning, you wake up. Groggily looking up at the man who was holding you… Who is also staring at you so lovingly...?

OH-

You look down at the arms that are tightly wrapping around your waist, and back at the man who is still staring at you.

"Ah, sorry, did I wake you?" He asks in apologetic hushed tone. "I- no you didnt…" you lie, averting your gaze from him, showing no sign of moving from his hold.

You don't think you can handle eye contact right now, especially not with that loving gaze he was giving you. The red haired demon hums, in a moment of thought.

“I see… did you sleep well?"

"Yes." you reply, too quickly.

Why are you so nervous? Its just Diavolo, your good friend…

"Did you sleep well?" mirroring his question.

Diavolo gives you one of his signature smiles and says, "Like a baby, in a very long time." He softly adds, "Perhaps it was because you were with me?" Gently rubbing your back. Praying he didn't push his luck.

If anyone looked at the two of you, they would never think you were just ‘friends’, and they would definitely not dare say you were two were just ‘friends’, if they saw how you both were staring at each other. Not only in this case, but in others aswell. You always miss the way he looks at you. With such adoration. You could be rewriting notes for class and he would still look at you like you've made a big achievement. It made others around you two, sick.

“Hmm, perhaps it was because you clinged onto me like a teddy bear, in the middle of the night?” Finding the confidence to tease back. Now it was your turn to chuckle, at his flustered expression. “I didn’t mind though. Infact I quite enjoyed it.” His flustered look turning into a sheepish smile. “I'm glad, maybe we can do this again…?”

“We can.” you yawn.

“How about now? you still seem tired.”

“Sure…” you say sleep, already taking over you.

“Night…”

The last thing you remember is his lips touching your forhead and leaving a warm mark.

“Sleep tight, MC.”

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[cupoftaae]

hey can you please make an oneshot with reader x taehyung(or jungkook) fluff and lil bit smut. taehyung and reader cuddle and deep talk while cockwarming. like it feels so intimate and make tae feel connected to the reader. please. thanks ly

spicy yet cute, thx for the request!

warnings: smutty...obvi (minors dni, like fr)

Stay like this- KTH drabble (m)

so beautiful like LOOK AT HIM ok anyways enjoyyyyy

your head laid between his collar bone and neck, hands brushing down his chest lightly as you come down from your high, breath still heavy. "you ok?" Taehyung asks quietly as he leaned against the headboard, just as out of breath as you are.

"mhm, more than" you smiled as his hands came around to your waist, rubbing your bare skin gently as he began to lift you off of his cock. "wait" you reached for his arms, stopping him. "can we just lay like this for a moment?" you ask, watching him nod, "yeah, we can" he couldn't help but laugh as you leaned forward more, bare chest against his own.

just 2 hours ago you picked Taehyung up at the airport, he had been away for 2 months due to work. Youve always been understanding that his lifestyle is more than demanding, and youve known that the time you both spend together is always limited, but in moments like these, you wish you could lock him in your room forever to just never miss a second with him.

You lean back just slightly, hissing as the overstimulation between your legs. "I missed you so much" he whispered, cupping your face as your hands fell to his waist. "oh yeah? how much?" you teased.

"did I not answer that question for you?" he winked as he brushed hair out of your face and behind your ears.

The room was semi-dark, only sounds are the birds outside and the soft, delicate breathing from your boyfriend and you.

you smiled at him and scanned his face, unable to prevent a sudden sadness that apparently he caught. "Im sorry...that I was gone so long." he holds your hand tightly. "I wont be leaving again anytime soon" he adds.

"Tae, I know you cant control your schedule"

"it doesnt matter, ill bring you with me next time if needed" he said matter of factly, making you giggle a bit, knowing he couldn't do that.

you shook your head, "shh, lets not talk about work, lets just be here right now ok?"

"okay" he smiled at you, pulling you closer to him again as his lips met yours in open mouth kisses.

"mmm" you moaned and rolled your hips gently, making taehyung's dick twitch inside you. "easily riled up" you scoff, teasing him.

"shut up, arent you the one who just came like 3 times?"

"hey!....ive been pent up" you smiled and lean over to peck his lips.

"oh poor baby" his hand trails up your back and gently pulls you closer to his face. "My pretty girl"

you feel a blush creep to your face, sighing as your head rests against his shoulder.

here you both were, sitting on your apartment bed on some random tuesday night while his dick was still buried inside you. It wasnt weird though, it was actually a sweet moment. You two never got to see eachother most days, and feeling spots of intimacy on all levels was important.

"I love you" you whisper, watching your boyfriends face turn pink.

"I love you most, like seriously"

"impossible" you scoff, squeezing his hand.

you still your movements, listening to his heartbeat as you close your eyes softly. He simply was everything to you, and you both were a naturally clingy couple, but it often proved itself more so when you reunited after time apart.

"we should get married" he randomly spoke up, making you sit back to look at him. "this isnt my proposal!" he quickly added, making you laugh

"im just saying,....we should discuss the ideas of it, I would like to marry you one day."

your chest sang with desire and love, feeling like jello as you melted into his embrace. "ah, I would like it too, soon" you added, poking him teasingly.

"well now I have to be smart about it, because you will expect it"

"nuh-uh" you smiled, squeezing his bread cheeks.

"remember-"

"tae stop"

he laughed between words, "remember last year when you thought"

"Stop!" you lightly slapped his shoulder, hiding your face in embarrassment

"-when you thought I was gonna propose to you at the aquarium?" tae threw his head back, laughs from his chest making you eventually give in and giggle as well.

"stop that Kim Taehyung, you were acting suspicious and you were super lovey dovey that day" you pouted

"I would not propose to you in front of the manatees, y/n."

"first of all....they are called chubby mermaids"

He laughed and squeezed your hips, smiling at your cuteness.

"second of all, you know they are my favorite"

"ok ok im sorry for insulting your chubby mammal mermaids, and by the way, the reason I was so touchy that day was because you looked super cute....and jimin was eyeing you the entire time"

you scoffed and looked at him

"jimin doesnt care, tae"

"yes he does, hes only hangs with me when you are there too"

"because we are friends!!"

"mhm" he huffed and leaned his head back

"maybe you should just hurry up and propose before he does" you teased

"ah y/n, my favorite little pain in the ass"

you giggled and peppered kisses all over his face, hugging him tightly in a random fit of love

"mmm I love youuuuu" you sang, sitting back

"I love you too, pretty girl"

you fluffed his hair up and smiled

"wanna shower?" he asked

"if thats you asking to have sex again you could have ju-"

he laughed and shook his head, "no like, let me wash your hair and stuff"

"oh" your face softened, content at his sudden domestic suggestion.

"is that ok?"

"of course" you leaned forward to peck his lips before eventually pulling off him, his now soft dick slipping out from between you.

he sat up more and helped you off the bed, unable to contain his laughter as you struggled to stand.

"dont laugh at me, you did this" you scoffed

"you asked for it"

a/n- Hi guys, im sorry this is kinda short, Ive been busy this week with family stuff, then I also am trying to add something new to the next chapter of Forever And A Day, it might come out on friday night, or saturday, because I hate publishing work and feeling iffy :0

[ravenloop]

hi darling! i do see that you want requests in your inbox so im here to fullfil that want of yours :)

oh, btw i really do expect that you're well and, if you don't, please take care of yourself okay??

anyways, the request is for the arcana characters, more specifically for julian, asra and muriel (idk how much characters you accept for request but if you need to you can take one of these off) with a reader that does like art and try to make everything in their lifes a little bit more fun, colorful and artsy.

you can write in any format you're more comfortable in writing, but i think that maybe headcannons is easier. oh, and if you could do the reader gender neutral would be good!

oh and if you couldn't understand something, im sorry, english is not my first language. and if you want to, feel free to ignore this request.

AN: Thank you for the kind words!! I am doing well, busy but well :)) also you speak English amazingly!! Anyways here's your request <33 I haven't done Muriel's route yet so forgive me if anything is wrong :')

Headcannons: Julian, Asra and Muriel with an artistic S/O

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Julian:

Honestly? He loves it!

It may not seem like it with the pirate outfit and rogue-ish lifestyle, but Julian is quite the colour lover himself. He just loves the energy and atmosphere vibrant colours bring.

So when you and him meet, and he finds out you're an even bigger lover of colours and an artist at that—the man was practically bursting with excitement.

Definitely gets you some art supplies. But since Julian has little to zero knowledge on being an artist, his art supplies aren't always the most helpful. Though you still appreciate him for trying to help with your hobby, even if his "paint" looks like it belongs in a potion brewing shop.

Practically demands to see some of your older art works and becomes sad if you say no. It's fine though if you don't let him, he'll find them eventually (his words, not yours).

Whenever you're painting or doing anything artsy, he's almost always by your side asking questions and just chatting with you. And as always you enjoy it when he's with you, it makes you feel warm inside knowing he's as passionate about watching you paint as you are about painting.

"Julian, I need you to-"

"I know, I know—you want me to stop staring at you. But I can't help it! You're just so beautiful when you're focused on something you're so passionate about!"

"...That's really sweet, but that's not what I was gonna ask. You're sitting on my paint pallette, could you maybe get off it?"

"WHAT—"

Asra:

You're an artist?? He's ENAMOURED already.

Asra adores everything you paint. He himself is a bit of an artist, but he doesn't paint as often as you since he's always busy with the Major Arcana amongst other things.

When he travels for long periods of time and comes back, he always brings you things like art supplies, trinkets or flowers, saying, "They reminded me of you." And he loves watching your eyes sparkle as you think of the different ways you can use the items.

After a long day, Asra just likes curling up besides you while you create your masterpieces. He'll bring you a warm drink and food too, before settling down on a blanket besides you.

If you ask, he'll give you some pointers or tell you what you could add to your work as you paint. He has an eye for detail.

"I think a few flowers would look really nice over here." He points to a certain part of the canvas.

"You always think flowers look nice in every painting," You playfully respond, and see him look away shyly. "What can I say? They really do!"

Asra could stare at your work for hours without feeling the need to look away. He just loves the mixture of colours and patterns you use. They remind him of the different realms and he finds that beautiful.

Sometimes you even use things from around his home for inspiration. It could be anything—his clothes, the intricate patterns on his curtains, sometimes even his tarot cards, and he won't say it aloud but it gives him a bit of a confidence boost. It's almost as if a piece of him is within your art work.

Muriel:

Muriel is a very... Dark and gloomy man in general.

The forest is his home, but not the pretty and flower-filled part, he makes his home in the shadowy, dark and somewhat dangerous parts of the forest.

So when you come into his life and bring all of this colour and vibrance, it throws him off. He doesn't know what to make of it. He feels to seen with all of it.

"What are you doing?" He approaches you as you hang a vine of flowers over the fireplace.

You look back and smile, "I thought it could use a little bit of... Decor..." You notice the way he frowns, even harder than usual as he stares at the decoration. "I'll take it ou-" "No. Leave it."

You're shocked, "Muriel, if you don't like it I can-" "I like it. It's pretty... Like you" He mutters the last part, so softly you almost don't hear him. Then he leaves. Quickly.

You smile to yourself.

After that you notice he spends more time with you as you decorate or make things, you even started asking him for his opinion on some things. He always responds with "Hm..." But you'll take what you can get.

Sometimes you take Inanna with you to hunt for things in the wild that you could use. Muriel was weary at first of letting you go with her, but Inanna seemed happy to go, so Muriel allowed it. After a while you even convinced him to come along on your art scouting journeys too. He comes in handy when you get carried away and find a little too many items that you need to take with you.

Oh and if anyone ever criticizes your art, no they didn't. In fact, almost as soon as they criticize it, they're on their knees worshipping you and the art itself. Why? Let's just say a big, terrifying man glaring down at you with eyes that say "I will rip your limbs apart and relish in every second of it" is not very fun.

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[p1err0st4r]

☆ | author's note : im so sorry for not uploading for such a long time ! I'll try to make up to it. Love yall ! Im so early omg.

♱   | summary : you are Kokushibos co - worker ( yall have benefits :33 ) and he gave you a gift for valentines day !

★ | warnings : smut ; uncanon interraction ; sex toys ; f reader.

♡ . . You sighed heavily as the were slowly clamping togheter in sleepish bliss. It has been a while since you had a comfortable was around 4 days ago , when you "visited" you co - worker .. Kokushibo. He probably gave you the best time of your life with the way he gently pushed into you .. you stil felt his dick print inside of you and you wanted more of him .. no , not more , you wanted him to yourself. You could feel your panties stick to your bare core just where your sweet hole was. But you still had work to do ... you couldn't give up so easily. You took the cup of water hy you into your hands and got a big sip , just to clear your mind from the dirty thoughts.

Then .. a sudden knock on the door. In echoed through your small office , then a ringing deep voice asking if they could come in .. was it Douma ? Or maybe Akaza ? You decided to think of the worst , that it was Muzan.

"Come in ! "

You saw the door slowly open as a familiar face showed in the crack. Kokushibo. It was supposed to be the worst out-come ! Yet you got what you wanted. You put your hands on the table , bumping up your chin with one of your hands.

"What a pleasent visit. Did you need anything ?"

Kokushibo stared at you silently for a good minute , before putting a small box on your work desk. It was neatly wrapped into a black ribbon , the box was white, you never had a doubt about Kokushibo loving monotone colors , but this looked like something you'd recieve on a funeral... not for valentines day. Kokushibos face had a rare sign of embarassment on it... what did he even out in that box ? He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Uhm.. hghm. Happy valentines day , dear co - worker. I .. i hope you enjoy the gift."

He said before basically STORMING out of your office and shutting the door behind himself. You were left in awe , but were now intrigued. You reached out your hands to the box and started untying the black ribbon.

Kokushibo clrealy spent alot of money on the gift. The first thing that greeted your eyes was a small box of chocolate with a cute note on it. Maybe he wanted to make your relationship deeper than just .. fuck partners ? Seemed like it. The next thing that was in there was a small box , it was a perfume ! That was a pleasent suprise. You placed your nose to the tip and sniffed in the sweet scent ... he seemed to memorise all the things you like , how cute of him.

You smiled warmly and was about to put the box away ... but there was something else in it... at the bottom of the bag was a small wrap in a shape of some .. banana ? You didn't know what it was so you unwrapped it ... and oh god . You felt your face heat up as you stared at the vibrator in your hand. You now knew why he was flustered and .. well it was so so reasonable. You shoved everything back into the bag and out it under your desk by your other stuff lije your purse etc.

Your night would be fun.

♡ | author's note 2 : art creds - pinterest. ( please , id you know the creator of the art tag them in comments so i xlcan later add it to the post <33 ) Ily all !

[moonlight-sonata99]

The Songcords

Neteyam x reader

Jake sully/reader

Warnings: HEAVY SPOILERS!! death,angst. Mourning. Friendzoning! first part takes place after a few months of the way of water.

A/N: Been wanting to do neteyam angst for a while but i was hella scared ngl- i still cry for him. But im extremely proud of this one!!!

The sound of waves crashing surrounds you as your legs dangle off the ledge and your toes touching the water as it rises up and down, Your eyes stay on the water as it moves so slowly. A sigh leaves your lips as you look up to the sky, it was the time where all was asleep and only you remained awake. you then darted down to the object in your hands.

His songcord.

His eyes, His lips that opened gasping for air.

Your vision begins to blur and the tears burn as you lift the songcord close to your face.

The days blurred, you didn't dare count a day where neteyam was not with you. A small cry leaves your lips. And the tears you kept in finally fell and the small cries left your lips.

 It was always like this: Sit,think,cry,and then think again. Time passed and you sat still on the ledge thinking. 

“Hey..” your ears perked up as you turned your head to look behind you,

“Oh..hey!what are you doing awake?”  turning back to wipe your tears quickly you turn back to Jake who slowly sits next to you.

“I should be asking you that..” he huffs out, placing his hands on each side of the ledge, looking out into the water.

“I uh-wasn't sleepy” you reply, balling your hands. Your chest began to feel heavy. Setting your gaze to where the ocean seemed to end.

At the corner of your eye you saw Jake look at you and look back down to his hands

“That seems to be the case for the last few months..” he trails off as your eyes dart to the sky, anywhere that was not jake.

“Im sorry sir…” you said solemnly  out looking down at your hands that remained clamped together.

“No,no i'm not mad at you…” he replied, shaking his head, his hand still on the ledges. His gaze turning back to admire the water.

“What you’ve been doing, helping with tuk..i couldn't ask for more.” he confesses 

You let out quick a ‘hm’ glancing at him, 

“I'm just doing what he would have wanted me to do.” you admit softly with a smile as you keep your gaze on the sky, Your chest rising up and down.

Jake lets out a small ‘yea’ 

The air picks up and your hair flows in the wind, “you’ve been busy '' Jake interrupts the silence once again. “ With tonowari..helping the other as well as lo’ak,tuk and kiri..” he trails off

“I just…” he mutters looking at you, “I just wanna make sure that your okay” he admits and you turn your gaze to his

“I am okay! Tired maybe..but i'm okay” you assured nodding your head as he begins to shake his head slowly. 

“That's not what i mean..” he mumbles out placing hand on your shoulder,

‘You know what he meant.’

“He was your best friend [Name],It's okay.” he whispers, patting your shoulder softly, Looking at him you feel your eyes begin to burn once again.

“I..” your voice quivers, as Jake looks at you. You unclasped your hands to reveal the songcord that was balled up in your hands. The wind flowed through your hair, and your fingers brushed against each bead. 

You softly smiled recalling your memories,

“OH! You got it teyam!!!!” you exclaimed as the yerik fell and neteyam looked at you,

“I did!” he said, rocking his fist in the air softly, as you walked up to him.

“Next…iknimaya!” you add placing your hands on your hips as neteyam runs to the yerik.

After it returns to eywa, neteyam looks up at you, 

“What?” you ask tilting your head and neteyam lets out a small smile

“Thank you.” he admits standing up and looking at you.

“For…?” you trail off, confused. And neteyam lets out a small laugh.

“I always drag you around in my free time…which is..”

“Not much?” you interrupt as he nods “Your my friend teyam…i don't mind.” you admit as you look away, as neteyam nods slowly, thinking about your words.

“Yea..” he mumbles, sounding displeased.

Jake chuckled as you recounted the story to him, as you held the sound cord to your chest.

“He always wanted to show you that he could be a good leader.Always.” you say looking at jake as he turned his gaze to you. As you began,

“Neteyam…would have been a good olo’eyktan..!” you strained out,the tears strolling down your cheeks. “And i…would have stood by him no matter what” You stood straight into jakes eyes. “ but I experienced neteyam. That is what matters-” You hiccupped out. “But-it hurts..so much.” you sobbed  . Jake nudged you closer without any words, but his eyes brimmed with tears recalling neteyam as he looked up at the sky. The sounds of your sobs against him in the night.

That was years ago. 

“[Name]?!” 

“[Name]?!”

“...jake? Is that you..?” a voice called out from what remained of the battle that had occurred, 

“[Name]!” he rushed towards your voice that came from a cargo box.He leaped over the box to you as he set himself besides you.

“[Name], are you alright? Tuk said y-” His words were interrupted by the red liquid he sat in,  his gaze lifted to your body that sat against the box and spotted the wounds on your chest. You sat up and you looked up and him your chest rising up down,

“Jake…you came back for me..” you breathed out, blood dripping out of your mouth. As you tried to move up.

“No no…don't move..” he hushed out, placing a hand on your shoulder keeping you in place.

“Is tuk okay..?” you asked softly looking up at him

“Yea…Yea she's okay” he confirmed, giving you a small smile.

“Th-that's good..” 

“Yea that's so good…thank you.” he said, giving you a soft smile.

“Im…hurt badly jake…” you mutter out looking at your hands now tainted red, as Jake looked at you.

“Don't worry everyone will be here soon okay, we gotta just-” 

“No..”

“No??”he repeated after you as you softly nodded to him,

“Its…” you trailed off, your eyes darting away, as Jake looked at you.

“ Jake can....” you mumble looking back at him. “Can you hold me? Until I fall asleep…?”  you whisper, as Jake slowly nods.

You let out a small grunt as he slid you into his arms and you closed your eyes,

“Jake?” you whisper as he lets out a small “hm?” 

“Thank you for letting me be a part of your family..” you trail off, jake looks down at you as you continue.

“For having a place to stay..having parents..” you add

“For letting me meet neteyam..” 

Jake nods, listening to your words. You were quiet after that.

“[Name]...?” he whispers as he looks at you. Eyes remaining closed.

“[Na-”

“Jake…” you interrupt him, your voice weaker than before.

“Jake, i see him..! He is with me..” you huff out with a small smile as Jake holds you closer.

“He is calling me jake….he's….” your words trail off as as you slowly breath out remain sit still.

The sound of waves crashing surrounds him as he sits on the ledge of his home, The songcords run-through his fingers, Dazed he looks into the water which is oddly still.

Jake takes a deep breath and looks at your form, now forever asleep. Tears brim his eyes and slowly began to cascade down his face. He leans his face down to you and presses his lips against your forehead as he hugs you.

"Jake?" a voice interrupts his thoughts,

"What are you doing?" neytiri asks walking up behind him as jake looks up at her.

"i ah...just thinking." he mutters softly looking down at the two strings in hands.

neytiri eyes land on them as she sits down next to him,

"can i..?" she trails of gesturing the songcords as jake nods and hands them to her.

she lays then on her palms as she admired each bead,

"They chose beautiful beads." she whispered her fingers brushing over each one.

"They did" jake says and neytiri looks up into the sky. Her eyes burned as she began to sob.

jake held her close comforting her. placing is lips against her forehead as she cried into his chest.

"i..." jake muttered , as neytiri sniffed into him she stopped to look at him as he continued,

"They are together again.." he said looking at neytiri as she gazed back at him her eyes red and swollen.

"we experienced them. That is what matters." he states his eyes filled with sadness, as neytiri places her head against his chest.

it was silent as the two parents recalled their son and his best friend. And what the pair could have become.

But they were with eywa now,

leaving only The Songcords.

[scarlettsandmaroons]

it was paradise | n. romanoff

about me | series masterlist | natasha romanoff masterlist

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter nine | chapter ten: all the love we unravel

chapter summary: you couldn't tell when mrs. romanoff became natasha romanoff; the woman who'd laugh with her friends, or kiss you in an empty parking lot. when did the big, bad, mrs. romanoff who you prayed would take you off her radar, became nat, the very woman you'd beg to look at you. when had the hatred turn to all this?

warnings: curse words, fluff; public displays of affection, platonic relationships, cheesy. unedited.

a/n: im sorry it took so long!!!! this was initially much much longer. but i had to cut this part in half. i had to sneak in this bit of fluff in the story, i think we all deserve it. but anyways, natasha and reader's relationship is just so <333333

"oh fuck off, romanoff!" tony yells when natasha steals the last bit of popcorn. the boys complain after him, clint taking a forgotten piece to throw at natasha. natasha expertly dodges even when facing away and walking back to her small kitchen. 

you took a handful of your popcorn and threw it at tony, "hey, don't talk to my woman like that," you laugh, but not as loud as thor did when he joined in and threw a handful from your bowl at tony. and thus begun the ruckus in natasha's apartment of you and thor teaming up against tony in a popcorn war; clint and steve laughing at how tony tries to hide behind his swatting arms, and bruce trying to avoid the flying pieces of popcorn. 

"fine. no college fund for you then," tony declares after you ran out of popcorn to shower him with, "and don't expect me to pay for your expenses the next time you visit." 

thor chuckles, giving tony a big slap on the back on his way back to his spot on the carpet. "i'm only helping the girl," thor says, "don't talk to her woman like that."

"oh let him have his fun," clint interjects before bringing his bottle to his lips. "he knows romanoff won't do anything to him because y/n's here." 

"shut up, katniss," tony hissed, dusting off the popcorn from his hair, "i'm not afraid of romanoff."

"you saying something, tony?" natasha says from the kitchen just a few steps from where you were inside her open floored apartment. 

"no ma'am," tony salutes, and you all broke out in laughter. 

natasha returns with a fresh bowl of popcorn, setting it down on the coffee table near the foot of the bed. "you guys are cleaning that up," she says, dropping herself down to the spot next to you. 

"hey, y/n started it," tony insists, but natasha only chuckles.

"well, she did say not to talk to her woman like that, didn't she?" 

tony stood up abruptly, pointing a finger at natasha who left no space between the two of you. "i'm sensing favoritism," he pushed. "this is unfair. i'm calling a for a vote."

"oh, sit down tony," natasha waves him off. she began picking the few pieces of popcorn stuck on your hair before bringing your forehead up to her lips for a soft kiss. 

you swooned. 

"i feel cheated on," tony sits down defeated, "can you see this, i can't do that now can i."

"you can always book us that trip to the bahamas," natasha laughs, still looking at you while holding either side of your face close to her own. she places another kiss on your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. and then she stares at you for a moment more before letting you go. 

"did anyone get this on video? we need this for blackmail," clint says. "the big bad romanoff secretly a softie." 

everyone coos. 

"agent romanoff is in lo~ve," tony adds on. 

"the wedding shall be held in asgard!" thor yells.

"i'm not paying for the space travel," 

"you own the ship though..."

"gas cost money, bruce."

"see, steve gets it." 

you and natasha shared a laugh. enjoying the interaction between the five. if you didn't see them in their best tuxedos earlier, you would've forgotten how half of them were professors and the others, massive billionaires. 

of course, earlier, that was all you could see them as: mrs. romanoff's big shot friends who you are terribly far from impressing.

"so what does your mother do?" steve asks breaking the silence after you'd all settled down on the table right at the center of the expensive restaurant tony book you in.

"oh, i—," you looked at natasha for a second, afraid almost that what you'll say next might turn her friends off. way to get on a bad side of people you're trying to impress is to tell them your mother is a drug addict. by then, every attempt you make at getting on their good side would only receive pity. "i don't have one," you resorted. 

silence.

you feel natasha's hand on your thigh. she soothed it. and then she leaned in to whisper, "i'm sorry. they could be invasive," she tells you. "i'll tell them off later." 

you were thankful the waiter came in to save what was filled with them avoiding your eyes and clearing their voices. you hadn't heard what everyone got. just that they all ordered a complete five course meal with fish, meat, vegetables, and everything else. 

you were supposed to order next. at least, after almost a year of dating natasha romanoff, you'd grown accustomed to always ordering first, but this time she doesn't let you. 

she ordered first. 

"i'll take the oysters on half shell please," she started, looking at the menu. "then the shrimp cocktail too."

"any salads?" 

"no, actually. maybe just the caesar salad for me," natasha's hand never left your thigh. in fact, if continued to soothe over your exposed skin. "then maybe pan seared scallops and steak tartare," she looked at you. "rib or strip?" 

you stuttered for a bit, at lost for words when you realized that she was ordering for you too. 

you didn't know what you wanted. you never really do. you always end up somewhat regretting your order every time you and natasha go out. 

but in a hurry, you just utter a, "strip." 

"great. i'll take the new york strip, braised short rib. and for sides, just the baked mac and cheese for the girl please," she smiled at the waiter and you swore he melted when he had to force his eyes off her and to his little notepad. 

and you can't help but smile. 

"did you want anything else?" she asks, looking intently at you but you just smiled and let your nose touch hers. you see her cheeks grow red. "what was that for?" she smiled. 

she was never used to public displays of affection. even something as little as your noses touching, or your eyes looking a second longer than it's supposed to into hers. but of course, neither should she. something as destructive as your relationship should be kept a secret. even the smallest touches. 

but at times like these, when you're neither alone nor allowed, but you still sneak in those rare moments of affection, she swears, she falls much much deeper. 

"okay enough of that, the boy here is getting nervous," tony interjects, making you giggle out of the small bubble you and natasha had encapsulated yourselves into. 

"i think you're getting nervous too, tony," clint laughs but he knew enough to stop when natasha shot him a sharp glare. 

you smiled, soothing over natasha's hand that remains on your thigh before taking a glance at the waiter who was only standing there awkwardly staring at natasha, then at the hand you hold over hers. 

that's right, stare at everything you will never have. 

steve clears his throat. "uh, any drinks?" 

"we—uhm—we actually offer—uh, we only offer wines in bottles for service. other drinks; cocktails, mocktails, vodka, everything else you can get from the bar." 

natasha prepares as soon as the boy finishes, "vodka for me, and one mocktail. what are you having, boys?" she asks. 

"isn't—isn't y/n going to like something with alcohol too?" bruce asks. you would actually, but before you have any time to say anything, tony beats you to it.

"exactly. give the girl a break, agent. she's not a kid," tony protests in your place. 

natasha only chuckles, fixing the napkin that she took off her lap neatly on the table, "i think i know what's good for her, don't i, y/n?" 

"boo!!!!!! give the girl a drink," tony still stands. "give the girl a drink!" 

"no. we're riding my motorcycle home, and i'm not having her fall off my bike," she says firmly, almost like a silent command. 

but you still insist. you looked at her with pleading eyes, extending your arm to hold her fingers. "i want a drink, please," you say. "i won't fall off, i promise." 

"give the girl a drink!" tony chants but natasha's eyes stay on you, her smile, daring, but firm. 

she leans against your ear, her lips softly grazing your lobes, and her arm supporting her weight through her grip on your waist. you shuddered. "come on, dear. won't you listen to mommy? mommy knows best, doesn't she?" 

you were aware how exposed you were. in front of her friends. being at the very middle of the packed restaurant as tony claimed was the best table because of the sofa seats, tony, bruce and clint sitting across from you and nat who were the only ones on that side because steve decided to sit on an extra chair at the head of the table. you were surrounded by people, covered by a few friends who even then you didn't expect natasha would be so open with. 

you almost wanted to complain. i'm only meeting your friends, what if they say we're too physically affectionate in public and it turns them off? what if they're reminded of wanda and billy, the very people we're betraying while we're doing this in front of them?

but you couldn't. this was one of the very rare times when you get to enjoy her physical affection, in public which was terribly off-brand of mrs. romanoff. this was one, if not the only moment when you don't feel hidden, when you felt normal, when you felt seen by the world. when you satisfy the small hidden part of yourself that craves for the domesticity of public relationships. 

"i think she really likes you."

you hadn't realized she was gone until only the memory of her breath against your skin remain. and you remembered you were with her friends. 

you looked up. within the 30-45 minutes of knowing these people, you've come to learn that tony is a very bullshit person. he's the joker, the one who would bullshit his death by making it into anything but serious. maybe through his narcissism, or sarcasm, or jokes. that's what makes him charming. other than, of course, his billions of dollars net worth. 

"you think?" it sounded coy but you were serious. you had to know. did she really like you? or was he bullshitting you? would he build this up into a joke, a thing to make fun of natasha when she comes back? 

no. because he chuckles, and it was more genuine than even his smiles. and for the first time he looks away, and it took him a few seconds before looking at you again, "you know, romanoff called me last week. told me she wanted us to meet her girlfriend," he let that sink into you for a moment before he raises a finger, "you know, one thing about romanoff. she never calls me," he says. "she calls clint, tells him everything. she meets with steve. but that's between them. romanoff and i—we have a more eye-to-eye kinda thing. she came and visited me once, nobody knew i had a child by then, we look at each other for one second, and she understood the entire life i built beyond stark industries," he wasn't looking at you again. he was looking over your shoulder, unmoving. "when she called me first of all, i knew it was serious. group serious sort of thing. and then she told me she wanted us to meet her girlfriend? i dropped everything in my lab." 

your mind still processed what he meant. actually, it was so far from that. you were stuck on the image of natasha visiting tony. or meeting up with steve. or telling clint everything. the little things that makes natasha further from her life as mrs. romanoff, or as wanda's wife, or as billy's mother, or as your secret girlfriend, and closer to just being herself, natasha romanoff, it sticks to you. and it remindes you that beyond the labels, beyond the titles, the names. that she was just natasha romanoff before all of these. 

"natasha dated a few people, but none that we actually heard of," steve clarifies, but tony quickly took his spot. 

"we knew about rogers and romanoff. they had a will-they-won't-they going on for a bit until she got together with bruce. of course that's something we just found out during a party when his face fell into her boobs—"

you choked.

and so did professor banner. 

"she never told us anything. we know what we see, and the rest, well—who knows." 

"actually, we didn't know she was married to wanda until three years into the marriage," clint adds. 

your eyes widen at that, choking for the second time but this time on your glass of water. "what?" you ask. "you weren't invited?" 

clint laughs, "oh no, we were invited."

"wanda invited us," bruce says. 

"she invited us through text. she didn't specify who was getting married so we always just assumed she's either remarrying vision or she's marrying a new man," steve continues. "we assumed the latter." 

"we've always been a vision fan, so we didn't go in case she was actually getting married to someone else," clint notes. 

tony laughs in somewhat a bitter tone, but still humorous, "mind you, we had group night outs, phone calls and we texted all throughout those three years that she could've told us she'd gotten married to a mutual close friend."

"she didn't. and three of us works with both her and wanda at the university," clint losens his tie and slouches slightly against the couch. "we found out when wanda invited us for thanksgiving and said natasha should be preparing the table so we all came assuming natasha was only there to help." 

"plot twist, she's married," bruce finishes. 

there was a silence between your shared glances of natasha just talking to the bartender while being handed two drinks. 

"you take care of her, okay?" tony says. his voice had zero pitch to it. it was low, and lazy, and sincere. "romanoff, spent decades taking care of us. you know, when we're sick, heartbroken, happy, drunk, sad, in trouble. she picks up after us. she holds us together. and she still does to this day," he looks up at you. "do us a favor, take care of her. i think you're the only person she'd let take care of her."

"what are you whispering about," natasha asks, setting down your drinks, just in time for your meals to arrive. she looks at you while sitting down, and bringing the napkin to her lap again, "do you still love me?" she sets both hands on your thigh, completely facing you. "whatever these idiots told you aren't true. do you still love me?" 

you giggled. "i was hoping it might be true, actually," you say. 

"this," tony interrupts. "this is true." 

natasha rolled her eyes upon realizing that what he said might not be anything that would jeopardize the relationship you two have. she lands you a kiss on the forehead before fixing herself to her seat, and assisting the waiter in distributing the first round of meals.

"hello, friends!" 

natasha doesn't tell you much about her friends. but she's told you enough to know where they live, and what her relationship is with them. you know one of them lives very far away. 

this must be thor. 

he came in late. he entered with much energy, immediately pulling you into a hug. you were sure he would've carried you right out of your seat and spun you around if natasha hadn't got out in time to make way for you. 

he still picked you up and spun you around nonetheless, "oh is this the girl?!" he said. "look at you! you're a lot prettier than nat described you." 

you'd gotten dizzy. your world spun, perhaps because of this giant man that spun you around like a kid with his doll, or maybe because natasha told them about you. she told them, like how you used to with billy over the guy you had a crush on in middle school. she told her friends about you. 

"okay, okay, please stop. she's getting dizzy," natasha's voice faded into your thoughts as thor slowed down. natasha was already standing behind you, ready to catch you the moment thor sets you down, and she did. you fell limp into her arms as the world tried to catch up. "i swear to god, she's not going to make it out of here alive with you doofuses." 

while everyone stood up to give thor a hug, natasha had her hands loosely wrapped around your waist, and her chin on top of your head while she holds you still to recover from the unsteadiness. 

"so i see the problem," you hear thor say behind you. you turned around, still within the warm hold of natasha romanoff. "romanoff's smitten." 

you blushed a little. 

"am i—am i allowed to say that or will i be in trouble?" thor speaks when natasha doesn't, looking at the others for backup. 

"you won't. y/n's here. we're basically untouchable," barton says, laughing. 

that's how you spent most of the night—laughing. you slowly started easing into the group. they were laughing hard, and so were you. a lot of times, they were making fun of natasha, the others, they were asking about your life. 

everything was light. and you noticed how they were smart enough not to put you in a spot where you'd have to mention either wanda or billy. 

you see a glimpse of natasha's past through them. they were her family. you pieced that together after a few of their stories. 

natasha was almost silent all-throughout, aside from the occasional protest when tony makes fun of her, or the rare interjections of when she feels they'd gone too far with you. 

but because of all the laughing, you hadn't realize natasha cutting your meat for you, and taking the vegetables off your meal until she subtly switched back your plates which you hadn't notice was switched in the first place. you feel her constantly returning glances, checking on you, watching you. and when you ran out of the mocktail she got for you, you see her silently go off to get you another one. 

"natasha, i'm okay. sit down and talk to your friends," you tell her softly when she comes back with another glass for you. this time, you take her hand that's been holding your thigh the rest if the night, and held it with both of yours on top of her leg. 

"you heard the girl romanoff, sit down," tony agrees. 

you were aware that these little moments between you and natasha were in front for everyone to see, and bask in. but you couldn't help it. you leaned against her, your head on her shoulder and your arm tangled with hers as you waited for desert. 

at the end, what was supposed to be your last solemn night alone with natasha, became a loud one with her friends when they all decided to come over her apartment. 

they all shared a car, going off first while you and natasha takes a moment to yourselves when you walk through the parking lot to her motorcycle. 

you were silent, and walking so painfully slow as if you don't want it to end. 

you spent the entire week together. alone. while you did have classes, your girlfriend was a professor, so was most her friends. she had you excused for a week, getting your work sent through her. while she was on a leave. 

there's never a gap between the times you have to spend with billy, and the times she has to spend with wanda. but this week, with billy's research, and wanda's inability to leave the house without her son for long periods of time, you found your window. 

natasha lied; said tony invited the group to the bahamas with their families. she knew wanda won't be able to come because billy won't. so she just "brings" you. 

and just like that, you had one uninterrupted week of just you and natasha. 

"did you have fun tonight?" she asks, stopping you to face her so she can wrap around you the coat you refused to wear when you left her apartment. you hadn't realized she carried it with her though. 

"mhmm," you say with a smile, beginning to rock back and forth on your feet like a child. her hands found yours to hold. "i had a lot of fun with you and your friends." 

"they weren't too much?" 

"i feel like they'd get in trouble if i say yes."

"your intuition is spot on."

you laugh, "nope, they weren't too much then."

you fall into silence. comfortable, soft, kind. you watch the way the breeze blows the strand of hair away from her face. then it falls back, so you took it upon you to do a better job and tuck it behind her ear completely. 

she smiled at you, holding your hand against her cheek now, warming up your cold hands from the heat of her skin. 

"i want to stay like this forever," she tells you. 

you weren't religious, but every day you thank the lord for every moment when you get to feel the bumps on her skin, or see the mole on her cheek; when you get to feel her lips twitch into a smile, not see it behind her office desk, or in front of the rows of people you're sitting behind of, but through the kiss that you share the moment her office door closes, or the last person leaves her classroom. 

you weren't sure when all your hatred turned into love, when you started searching for her in every crowd, when you silently prayed for her praises, when avoiding her glances became begging for her gaze. when did you seek for her warmth beyond her approval? when did you chase for her recognition besides her dismissal? when did you thirst for her touch aside her praise?

the lines between hating her, and loving her was a blur. all you know was that one day you prayed you'd stop being the one student she saw, then the next praying you'd be the only one she'd look at. 

"stay with me forever," you tell her. 

she was a secret. she was forbidden. she was the sin you've been engaging in for a year. 

you weren't religious, but every day you thank the devil for every moment when you get to feel the curves of her body, and the mounds on her chest; when you get to feel her tongue on your skin, or her hand between your legs. never in front of wanda, or billy, or anyone, but in every moment when one of them turns back, to every time they look lovingly into your eyes unaware of the touches under the table, or behind the counter. 

you thank the devil for inventing sin. 

praise the devil for every bite you take of your forbidden apple for god hadn't thought about  the paradise you'd find in hell when he sent your ancestors outside his heaven. 

you kissed her, basking in the taste of sin, and hell, and your home through the saliva that coats your tongue. 

"i love you."