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[pathologicalreid]

Dude I love ur writing sm!! It’s literally so good and Buried Alive was amazing! If ur down for it (totally no pressure at all) I was wondering if u would eventually write a second part where Spencer helps the reader with the aftermath? Like maybe they struggle with PTSD or severe claustrophobia after that? Idk ur literally amazing enough I’m sure u have great ideas and again, it’s completely up to u, I was just wondering

above ground | S.R.

part one part three

in which spencer helps you cope with the aftermath of your abduction, and you reciprocate

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: hurt/comfort, angst

content warnings: claustrophobia, being buried alive, nightmares/night terrors, ptsd, death, cpr, use of pet names, mentions of drugs, therapy, suffocation

word count: 2.2k

a/n: hello anon! i am absolutely always down for spencer reid hurt/comfort!! thank you so much for asking!!! i've been super overwhelmed with all of the support i've received on buried alive and i'm so so grateful for all of the kind things people have said.

Standing in a dark room, you looked around your surroundings. There was nothing around you that told you where you were. The walls were all blank, the ground was cement, and it was too dark for you to even see the ceiling.

Hesitantly, you reached out your palm, touching the wall just for it to be met with something… damp? You pulled your hand away, and your skin came back dirty. Your stomach churned as you observed the soil that had settled in the creases of your fingerprints. “No,” you breathed, quickly moving to dig at the walls.

You felt it on your elbow next, like the dirt walls were encroaching on you. You turned around to see the dark room was just getting darker, and the walls started to deteriorate. Like an avalanche, the dirt of the walls falls to the ground, covering your feet, “No,” you cried out this time.

Digging at the walls just made your earthly prison bury you faster, so instead, you tried to climb toward the ceiling. You whimpered in defeat as you reached the previously unseen ceiling. The loose earth reached your chest, constricting your breathing. You tilted your head back in an attempt to keep the dirt out of your mouth.

Your face felt cool like a gentle breeze was being blown on it. You choked, but to your surprise, you didn’t choke on dirt.

            There were hands on you, one hand on your shoulder and another on your waist. That didn’t make sense to you, someone hauled you into a sitting position, patting your back in an attempt to help you clear your throat.

            The choking turned to coughing, which then turned to dry heaving off the edge of your bed. Very rarely did anything ever come out, but you kept a trash can there just in case. You blinked as someone reached over and turned on the lamp on your bedside table, the comforting hand remained on your back.

            Desperately, you tried to catch your breath, tilting your head back as you tried to open your airway. “You’re safe. I’m right here, angel,” Spencer whispered from behind you, he leaned his forehead between your shoulder blades and drew hearts on your back with his index finger.

            You took a deep, shuddering breath as you finally filled your lungs, visualizing the air going in and out of your body. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth.

            Spencer continued whispering to you, not once did he tell you that your dream wasn’t real because it was real. To you, being buried alive was very real. The suffocation was real, it had happened to you.

            Two months ago, you had been abducted and buried alive by a family, a mother and her two sons. All of whom were in jail awaiting trial. The two agents from the Omaha field office who had left you alone in the funeral home apologized profusely, you had a private meeting with the director of the FBI, and the BAU rallied behind you, it was nice, but none of it made the fear go away.

            The first nightmare came the same night you were back in Virginia, and you had screamed so loud that your neighbors called the police. Spencer handled everything, and when the officers insisted that they needed to speak to you directly, he flashed his FBI credentials, something he really wasn’t supposed to do.

            Your response was to avoid sleeping, at least at night. You stayed awake at night, reading, or watching TV with headphones on, and you slept during the day so that when you opened your eyes, you could feel the sun on your face. The problem was when you needed to go somewhere, you didn’t sleep, or when it rained, you didn’t sleep.

            The exhaustion just made your anxiety worse, and Spencer caught on to it. He sat you down on the couch and held your hands, telling you that he understood that you didn’t want to feel like you were burdening anyone with your nightmares, but he needed you to understand that you were killing yourself at the same time.

            He didn’t do it for everyone, but for you, Spencer took over the role of protector. He found you a therapist in the district that specialized in patients with PTSD and claustrophobia. It was an hour round trip, but Spencer was more than willing to take you the first few times.

            Dr. Montgomery quickly diagnosed you with PTSD and claustrophobia. You hadn’t realized that claustrophobia was something you could be clinically diagnosed with, but the doctor told you that there’s a difference between a fear of enclosed spaces and what you had. He was straightforward, which you liked, and he told you that your claustrophobia was a response to the traumatic event that you had experienced.

            A steady course of treatment that included medication and exposure therapy had slowly been giving you your life back.

            But then there was Spencer.

            Spencer had Morgan help him take the inside doors of your apartment off the hinges so air would flow, and you wouldn’t be afraid of suffocating. He left the ceiling fan in your bedroom on even as the weather cooled so the air never got stale.

            Six weeks ago, you had mentioned offhandedly that you were having a hard time sleeping in total silence, and Spencer had come home later with a white noise machine.

            When you apologized to him for needing the lights on to sleep, he responded by stringing lights around the entire apartment, telling you he read that warm light can help prepare the mind and body for sleep.

            He turned in all of his PTO, even accepting some from David Rossi, who didn’t use his anyway, so he could stay home with you while you were on mandatory medical leave. He tagged along to therapy appointments, to the neurologist, and even to the FBI physician who needed to clear your physical injuries to your ribs before you could return to the field.

            On his nightstand, there was a stack of books all about claustrophobia and loving someone with PTSD.

            Not once through this whole endeavor did you question your relationship with Spencer, he made himself perfectly clear through his actions. He wasn’t going anywhere.

            The FBI physician cleared you two weeks ago, your neurologist faxed Hotch paperwork stating you were without any deficits, and your psychiatrist told you that as long as you felt like you could avoid your triggers, you should be able to go back to work. In fact, Dr. Montgomery thought going back to work could be beneficial.

            You were supposed to go back tomorrow.

            Spencer was now sitting in front of you, and he offered you a small smile as you blinked yourself out of your nightmare-induced stupor and met his eyes, “There’s my girl,” he whispered. For a moment, you focused on his movements, smoothing your hair back with one hand and leaving the other hand resting on your waist. “I love you. You’re safe, you’re at home with me,” he reassured you.

            You narrowed your eyebrows, “It was- I was in the ground again.” Hesitantly, you looked down at your hands, they were perfectly clean, not a speck of dirt to be seen.

            “It was a night terror, angel,” he said, speaking gently to you as he reached over and pulled the strap of your tank top up and over your shoulder from where it had fallen. A night terror, not a nightmare.

            Tears dropped down your face when you closed your eyes. “I couldn’t breathe,” you whimpered. Taking a gasping breath, you looked at Spencer as you tried to draw air into your lungs, “I couldn’t breathe, Spence. I couldn’t breathe.”

            Quickly, Spencer pulled you into his lap and held you, “Shh,” he cooed. “I’ve got you, my love. I’m right here,” he murmured as you set your chin on his shoulder and cried.

            “I suffocated,” you whispered, it was a fact of your life, that you had stopped breathing for a period of time. The doctors estimated you had been down for almost ten minutes.

            His hold on you tightened, “I know,” his voice broke slightly. “I know, baby,” he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. “What do you need?” He asked, watching you intently as he reached up and used the pads of his thumbs to wipe away your tears.

            You blinked the last of your tears from your eyes before meeting his, “Can we go outside?” You asked him, placing your hands on both of his shoulders.

            Spencer nodded, leaning over to grab his glasses off of his nightstand before standing up and picking you up as he went.

            Instinctively, you yelped, but a laugh escaped your lips. It was a foreign feeling sometimes, but Spencer always knew how to elicit a smile from you. “Put me down,” you said, but your tone was light.

            Once your feet were touching the ground, Spencer looked at you, “I just wanted to see you smile.” He said earnestly.

            Despite yourself, the corner of your mouth quirked up, “Thank you.” You reached over to grab your phone off the charger and slide it into your pocket before you led Spencer out to your apartment’s balcony. He sat down on one of the chairs and pulled you down onto his lap.

            You let him hold you, not moving and just letting your body settle on top of his. The cool autumn air filled your lungs as Spencer held you. You let him hold you because you knew that his fear was just as valid as yours. While you were afraid of confinement because you had been confined, he was afraid of you dying because you had died.

            “I can hear you thinking, honey,” you whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder. “What’s on your mind?” You asked him, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers together.

            He sighed, “I’m worried about you,” he admitted. “I want to tell you not to go back to work yet, even though I know that logically it’s the next step for you,” Spencer said, you watched his honey-colored eyes as they studied your face. “And I know that you need it, you need to return to something dependable.”

            You move your head so you can look him in the eyes better, “But?”

            “But,” he continued, “the BAU isn’t dependable. You have this great routine that we’ve very nearly perfected and I’m so worried about you straying from it. The long hours at work could very well cause you to lose all of the progress you’ve made in the last two months,” he tells you candidly. “What happens when you need to get on an elevator, or when you need to get on the jet, and you can’t? What about when you-“ He cut himself off, swallowing thickly before he said something he couldn’t take back.

            You shifted so you were facing him, shoulder to shoulder, “What is it, Spence?”

            He took a deep breath and cupped your cheek with his hand, “The last case you worked on, you died. I pulled your dead body out of a casket. Fuck, Y/N,” his curse took you aback, he usually strayed from swearing. “I did CPR on you before Morgan took over,” he finished, voice growing hoarse.

            Your lips parted; you couldn’t answer him. You didn’t know how to answer him, but you took his hand and selected his third and index finger before pressing them to the pulse point on your wrist. In response, he sighed and leaned his forehead to yours. You watched his lips move as he silently counted the beats per minute.

            The both of you jumped when your phone went off, and dread filled your stomach when you checked your phone.

            Penelope Garcia: Local case. Round table room in thirty if you’re up for it.

            “If you ask me to stay home, I will,” you told Spencer, sweeping his curls behind his ears. “I won’t hold it against you, I’ll tell Hotch I need more time.”

            Spencer shook his head, “You know I can’t do that. I can’t make that decision for you, and I don’t want you to make the decision for me, you need to choose what you want.”

            You both went, Spencer distracted you for the entire elevator ride up to the BAU, but he was still tense. Even though he insisted he was fine, you knew him better than that.

Spencer followed you up to Hotch’s office and when you told Hotch you wanted to work but you didn’t feel ready to be in the field, your unit chief nodded and told you that you were welcome to stay in the local precinct and work on a geographical profile with Spencer.

            You watched the tension leave Spencer’s body. He tried to tell you that you didn’t need to do that, but you just rolled your eyes and dragged him to the roundtable room.

[ewyaschild]

Hmm for Lo’ak how about..

Him feeling extremely insecure due to him having some “sky people” traits such as 5 fingers, eyebrows, etc and people constantly telling him he has “demon blood”

We obviously come to the rescue though with kisses, and he’s all soft and subby laying with his back on the ground and we’re just kissing all his “insecurities” away.

Feel free to add in anything else you think would be a good idea 😉

i hope u don't mind that i turned this into headcanons! 💌

insecure lo'ak headcanons ⚘

sfw :

he obvi has his own features he's not so fond

you often find him comparing himself to neteyam

he'll say stuff like :

"why can't i look like him? why can't i look normal?"

he barley shows this with deep emotion because he doesn't want to be a burden but will talk if you ask

he adores you so much that he's slowly being convinced out of his insecurities due to your kind words.

he loves it when you kiss his hands, face, or any part of his body he doesn't like

lo'ak feels so at peace with you because you make him feel so welcomed, so normal

often he will come into your marui unannounced when he's feeling really down

crawls over to you like a dog LMAO and just plops himself on top of you,

he wants u to hold him like he's ur baby and that's what you'll do!!!

he kisses spots on your face (brow bone, eyes, lips) when he's feeling insecure about his

NOBODY can cheer him up like you do.

every time you give him a sweet pep talk, he always gets so mushy and soft

he shows his appreciation and thanks by physical affection

kiri will tease him a lot about certain features because she also shares them, but doesn't know how personal lo'ak takes it ☠️ so he goes to you to complain

"she called me unibrow today! my eyebrows are thinner than hers!"

he is never shy or hides his hands or face cause he likes the way you praise and support his avatar/human-like features :)

nsfw:

lo'ak looooovessss it when you give his hands attention!!! lo'ak with a hand kink!!! i said it!!!

anything that ranges from a hand massage to sucking on his fingers, he'll whine and beg you to do it

"please... it feels good when you use your mouth..."

after training or hunting he'll come to your marui (or shared one)

and will touch your body all over until you grab his hands and kneed them into yours, it drives him NUTS

after a while he'll start whining and moaning because it feels so good.

you'll say something like "show me what those hands do."

you say it as a joke and internally cringe but it genuinely turns him on ☠️

he loves it when you use your hands too

his favorite position is when you're on top of him, kissing his face and rubbing his arms / hands

usually it's soft and wholesome but then soon enough a boner is rubbing against your thigh because he's enjoying it way too much

if you continue this without paying attention to his "problem" he'll end up cumming in his loincloth untouched anyways

with that being said, when you're sucking on his fingers during any type of sexual activity he cums immediately

he loves watching you enjoy the parts of himself he doesn't, it gets him off

there will definitely be times when you're in public and you subconsciously give him a hand massage since it's such a regular routine

you snap out of it when you hear heavy breathing and almost unnoticeable whines coming from your boyfriend

"baby- please not right now?"

he'll plead you to stop because it's embarrassing how much he enjoys it

but you'll tease him and say something like

"but i thought you love this lo'?"

it feels so amazing he doesn't want to stop you so he ends up excusing you both and going somewhere private

he doesn't like telling you exactly what he wants verbally because it's sooo humiliating for him. what if someone hears?

but you love to pry it out of him

he'll be tapping your thighs and rubbing your back or waist more than usual

you'll hit him with the "what do you want?" cus you know he wants something

"what? i cant touch my (partner) anymore?"

cause he's embarrassed

"tell me what you want, baby."

he'll start to get frustrated at this point

"you know what i want..."

this goes on until he's honestly begging you to touch him because lo'ak is stubborn and won't listen for shit unless it's 100% in his favor!

a/n: i love making headcanons omg?? if u see this and like it send requestsssss lolz

[nocturnest]

okay why i am i OBSSESSED with ur works. Just had an idea. Maybe assassin reader is usually the sunshine golden retriever and tan is usually grumpy black cat vibes but when reader gets angry or is upset/ annoyed, tan turns into sunshine character cuz he doesn't like seeing reader upset and they switch roles for a minute. I kinda love the slow burn so i feel this dynamic is before and after they get together. idm if u do hcs for this. Loving ur writing atm :)))))

@12johnwick897 thank you so much for your kind words! love your support, my dear friend and i hope that you enjoy! feel free to send as many requests as you'd like! buckle up guys lol!

tangerine x golden retriever assassin reader headcanons:

tangerine is known to be extremely hot-headed and when he gets particularly angry, there is very little one can do to calm him down - somehow, though - your presence, your touch, and your voice all calm him down

if he's arguing with someone while on a mission, you'll put your hand on his shoulder and squeeze it gently, giving him a smile

he'll turn to you, brows furrowed and scowling, but his expression will soften and he'll become much more level-headed

you'll hold his hand too - the first time it happened he was cursing left and right, threatening the life out of someone. he didn't even realize your hand clasping his at first and when he does he becomes flustered and the anger just simmers out of him (i'm tempted to write a fic just for this scene 🤫)

from then on, he's much more open and vulnerable, going out of his way to seek your touch - whether it's the squeeze of your hand or the weight of your palm against his back

lemon catches on straight away and gives extremely knowing looks to tangerine, which you are oblivious to

lemon would be like "something to share with the class, tan? to which tangerine would merely reply with a "piss off..." and you would sigh thinking that they're just brothers being brothers

of course, you feel something beyond friendship for tangerine - you've always been drawn to him and felt something inexplicable for him; but, you're content with continuing this little dance of affection for fear of ruining your friendship if he doesn't feel the same (but of course he does)

now, you were usually his sunshine - you're like the light of his life, always hopeful, always positive. but every now and then, even you get upset.

the first time tangerine sees you truly, truly angry is when you two come across another assassin after the same job as the both of you; the assassin makes some comment about one of your prior friends

she and you had joined the agency at the same time, becoming assassins at a very young age. the two of you were inseparable until she had been killed on a mission. her death was a sore spot for you.

this assassin you faced had been her ex-boyfriend and a rather terrible one at that - he admitted with pleasure that he had been the one to kill her

with that one comment, your happy demeanor fades and you become a complete force to be reckoned with; you're beating this guy up before tangerine can even reach for his knuckle dusters

by the end of it, when the assassin's a bloody pile of a mess, tangerine is filled with a sense of awe but his heart also aches for you

he wishes to comfort you so he takes his hand into yours and doesn't let go. not even while he's driving back to the safe house after the mission, not when you get inside.

you're unbelievably silent and tangerine can make out the mixture of fury and sadness in your teary eyes. he takes you into his arms as if you're the only precious thing in this world and you fall apart. you're kenning, sobbing - you're mourning for someone you practically considered your sister

he understands the pain and runs his ringed hands down your back - you're holding him like you never want to let him go and he lets you; he wants to be there for you - always

when you've calmed down, he looks down at you and hesitates. even though you've been crying, tangerine thinks you look so beautiful. he fights the urge to kiss you right then and there and instead places a kiss on your forehead.

from then on, tangerine considers it his mission to ensure that whenever you're upset, he makes sure to be extra soft and caring with you - in a way that he's not with anyone else, not even lemon.

of course, he's still the same - easily infuriated and curses like a madman but you're there to calm him down and he's more thankful than ever for your presence.

things have changed though since that night when you got upset. tangerine has started to look at you differently - you'd find him gazing at you for a few seconds too long and when he'd look away, clearing his throat, you swore his face was slightly flushed.

lemon was beyond frustrated. he could tell- clear as day - that you were already in love with tangerine. similarly, he watched his brother long for you, fall in love with you.

how could both of you be so oblivious?

things changed on the bullet train. the tension between you and tangerine was palpable - so much so that even ladybug could sense it.

ladybug and maria start a bet on when you both will get together when he finds out that you and tan aren't together yet

ladybug only referring to tangerine as your "boyfriend" which irked you beyond belief - probably only because it upset you that it wasn't true

when ladybug and tan are fighting, ladybug would be like "woman, calm your psycho boyfriend down!" or "this is the same man i saw practically cuddling you when i walked past you earlier?!" or " i know a great therapist for couples' therapy, if that's something you'd be interested in"

when tan gets pushed off the train, you were furious at ladybug and terrified for tangerine. you definitely beat the shit out of ladybug before he managed to slip away.

when you bump into tangerine again after he makes his way back onto the train, you're in shock and then so thankful - you jump into his arms and hug him, tears in your eyes.

you thought you and lemon were going to die on this godforsaken train, leaving tangerine completely alone in this world.

and he's beautiful, even when he's all bloody and covered in broken glass. you can't help but notice that to the point that you realize you're just staring at him in silence.

he's looking at you with so much longing in his eyes and he leans toward you, his forehead against yours, and asks, "can i kiss you?"

you happily oblige and one thing leads to another - maybe a trip to the train bathroom for something a little more 😉

then you and him find lemon, who's thankfully still alive, but not without scaring the fuck out of you and tangerine at first when he practically arises from the dead.

then, the three of you decide to hop of the train - with or without ladybug, who - if he came along - would be thrilled to have won the bet over maria and would call her gleefully.

tangerine would be annoyed as hell by ladybug's antics but secretly thrilled because tan ended up with you in the end

and as your relationship continues to develop, you'll always be there to calm tangerine down with a simple touch and he'll do the same when you're upset

but he doesn't only become completely soft for you because he doesn't like to see you cry - it's because he realizes that you make him want to be a better person - you complete him.

AHH hope you guys enjoyed this and sorry it was so long!

@kpopgirlbtssvt @little-miss-dilf-lover @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @j23r23 @spookyspecterino @liukangsgirl @azureseacloud

[neet-elite]

↳ EVENT 01. Whitney Worship

Pairing: Whitney / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,652 Warnings: OOC, body worship, general worship, older whitney, fingering, established relationship, consent checks, praise kink Prompt(s): 05 — worship Wanna take part in the event?: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: YAYYYY thank you so much bby for being my first event request eee!!! my biggest fan MWAH smooching u sm right now. so happy i get to start this event off with something soft and loving <3 sending u so much love, thank u sm for your kind words and for always supporting me!!

(also i really want some more soft whitney content... u cant convince me that this man wouldn't absolutely dote on you the older he gets </3)

Deep in the recesses of his mind, he's always felt this way about you. A bit difficult not to, his heart stuttering from the first moment he met you, blindsided by how much he wanted to be yours— enough that his need remained buried under layers of dominance and control for years to come. But the stubborn little boy you learned to love was incapable of expressing his emotions correctly, in a way that could ever truly be understood; and yet you loved him anyway. Even through all the harsh words, the endless name calling, and the straight up abuse he had you suffer through, you loved him. How you're still by his side is beyond him, a twinge of hurt in his chest burrowing down to his tummy, soothed only by the cute little mewl you instinctively know to let out in encouragement. Describing himself as thankful doesn't even do his emotions justice, and words of praise even less so— though still he tries.

This is the least he could do in return for all those awful years he subjected you to. A gentle promise spread across the pad of his thumb, rubbing tenderly up and down your hip for you to giggle at. And God, what a pretty sound that is. You can hear how it tugs at his heart, can't you? Surely, because he can barely hear himself think over the loud thump in his chest. How even the comparatively innocent touch of his free hand squeezing at your waist is charged with intent, the way your pretty lashes flutter under him as his nails drag up and down your exposed skin so lightly that it must tickle causing his breath to hitch. He can't help but mumble a pitiful pretty, and pitiful is correct, because he's so fucking down bad for you that it's insane. Should be illegal, if he had anything to say about it. Pouting down at you when you whisper his name, followed by a sweet thanks that God he just wants to drink up, biting down on his bottom lip to try and hide the wide smile your dulcet tones bring out of him— but it's no use. Of course you can see right through him. Always have, only now he's not so afraid to hide his true nature.

That being his complete and utter adoration for you and your pretty little body, soft skin hot under his rough hands; it's nice, yknow. To just touch you like this, ignoring the underlying hint of greed shown in the tent in his underwear in favour of rewarding you simply for existing. Because you deserve to be treated like the best thing that's ever happened to him; because you are. And he needs to do right by you now, make up for his past mistakes with his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek in faux playful annoyance over your holier than thou position beneath him. The bottom truly holds all the power, don't you, love?

"I meant it. Too fuckin' pretty, s'annoying." He smiles, toothy and genuine when you smile back up at him. And he does mean it, fuck does he mean it. Leaning down a little to give your forehead a little kiss, trailing his lips down to your cheek only to place another, smiling against your skin when you giggle at his barely there touch grabbing at your waist to keep you in place for him to press a few more kisses at the corner of your lips in a teasing manner— a hoarse be patient crawling up his throat when you try to wiggle free to give him a proper kiss, but he soon gives in to your cuteness anyway. Letting his tongue poke out just a little against your lips, chest vibrating with a satisfied hum he moans down your mouth when you reciprocate the lewd action. But still, he'd like to take his time. Making out with you so slowly, still letting his hands roam up and down your naked body with purpose, as if mapping every possible inch of you in the event that you were to ever leave him— the thought of which has him kissing you deeper in a silent beg for you to stay. See, I love you.

Running his wide open palms up to your tits, letting himself cup them as delicately as possible as if he were afraid that anything stronger would have you shattering beneath him; a far cry from his younger self, he internally cringes at the memory. But in his kiss there lies hope. Hope for a better future, to become a better man for you. And that starts here, with every suck of your tongue inside his wanting mouth, every drop of shared saliva down each others throats, and every grope of his big hand against your tits. The other rests idly at your waist, dipping down just to playfully pinch at the fat of your thighs; one of his favourite places to be between.

He pulls away from your lips when he feels you do the same, enamoured by the string of saliva still stretched between his lips and your own as if it were an extension of you, and by that he means deserving of all the love he can muster. When you simply stare up at him with those big puppy eyes he has to bury his face against your chest just to hide the creeping heat on his cheeks, content enough to turn his attention to your tits with one getting palmed by his hand, and the other receiving his mouths tender treatment. Surely you won't complain about his cowardly hiding if he were to devote more time to pleasing you, right? Lapping at your nipple like a kitten, savouring every sigh, hiccup, and moan you make while he busies himself with indulging in your taste. Worshipping every inch of you as he shuffles his body closer between your legs, gasping into the feeling of his rock hard cock rubbing against his underwear which rests heavy at your cunt. Not that he has any intention of doing anything about it, because loving and doting on you is pleasurable enough for him, slurping and sucking and pinching as a means to communicate: I'm sorry, let me make it up to you.

Because he's never really been the best with words, opting instead to pop off of your pretty tits with a loud smack! only so that he can see how cute your expression gets when you feel his hand travel further south, ghosting over your skin just to have you shiver into him, make you feel as good as you've treated him, yeah?

"Dunno what I'd do without you," He sighs, almost whispering from how sincere his words are. "Wanna show you how much y'mean to me. S'at okay?"

Instinct begs him to attach slut on the end of his question, but your wide eyes and rushed gasp in shock of how soft he's being convinces him not to.

You take a moment to reply, and in the meantime he takes to running a single finger up and down your already sopping slit. Proof enough of how much you love him, and yet still he feels the need to earn your affections again and again, sorry remaining at the tip of his tongue regardless of how often you remind him it's okay.

But when you give him a sure nod he's immediately filled with boyish confidence, determined to prove his worth for as long as he needs to in order to properly apologise to you, and then to revere you as you rightfully deserve. He knows he's got his work cut out for him, but he's nothing if not stubborn when it comes to you, for better or for worse.

"Thank you." He whispers this time, finally allowing his fingers to stretch your folds open for him to gawk at. Hearts in his eyes and all, fuuuuck, he has to fight with himself not to tug his boxers down and just shove his cock in right there and then— because he's meant to be worshipping you. But you make it incredibly difficult for him to focus on anything other than how fraught with sheer desperation he is for you, distracting himself from his more indulgent thoughts by thumbing at your clit, clenching his teeth at the sweet little sounds his fingers touch out of you. Reaaaally taking his time, perhaps a bit too much so when your lower half wiggles under his thumb. Inwardly, he laughs at his previous words of patience; don't you know that he's trying to love on you?

"Need it that much, huh?" He gently taunts, though there's no malice in his words. Just amused domesticity, a certain warmth to his tone borne out of complete admiration for how... Well, if he's honest with himself, how perfect you are— in every respect! Every fibre of his being just begging to be allowed to worship you for the rest of his life, to have you see yourself the way he sees you.

You once again nod up at him, pretty pleading eyes coaxing him to fall further into you, to rub meaner circles against your puffy little clit like he's done plenty times before; except you're asking for it now. And there's no greater feeling in the world than to have his prayers answered as your slick coats his fingers in anticipation for his praises.

"All right then, pretty girl. Ask and you shall receive."

And true to his words, he slides his fingers down your slit and dips into your cunt. Just a little, and only one finger. The lazy pace of his actions frustrating even him, but he knows it'll all be worth it. Has to be, especially when you're huffing so cutely back at him given all his teasing thus far, jus' a little more he promises you, unsure if he's even telling the truth when you mewl all pretty and shit— God you're gonna be the death of him. Torn between teasing you all night, prolonging his prayers until the sun comes up, or giving you the release you're so desperately seeking, every squeak of the bed below your movements hypnotising him further. All he wants to do is make you feel good, praise your body to the high heavens, kiss every single inch of your skin and whisper sweet nothings against your cunt. A simple ask, really, considering you're more than wanting him to do exactly that.

So he follows through, lazily pushing a single finger inside of your warm little hole and he practically melts himself from the heat wrapped around his digit. How soft and fuckin' tight your little cunt is around him, the slow nature of his loving tonight allowing him to experience you in a whole new way; something more akin to appreciation, rather than the days of greed in the past.

"Feel okay?" He checks in with you, though there's really no need. He can tell from a mile away that your scrunched up little nose means you're having fun, but it's nice to ask anyway. If only to boost his own ego, or to show that he's serious about changing for you. "You feel— I mean, fuck. Always feel amazing," He swiftly corrects himself, chewing on his bottom lip out of habit while curling his finger inside of you, gently pulling it out and pushing back in— a slow enough pace to give you a little relief whilst also keeping you on that edge he'd like you to be at. "Always have, best cunt I've ever fucked." He's being sincere, but he cringes at the crass way his praise comes out anyway. That is until he takes a look at your face, peeling his gaze off of your finger swallowing hole for just a moment, and he bares witness to the lewd look you've now adopted.

Fuckin' praise slut, he should have known it all along, but having confirmation in the form of your rolled back eyes from a single fucking finger was worth the wait. You're worth the wait, and he can only hope that he is too when he picks up the pace. Just a little, encouraging you to writhe around a bit more, cooing down at you so sweetly in stark contrast to his usual self.

"Look so pretty like that," the finger inside of you buries deeper, curling consistently against your sweet spot until you're practically clawing at his wrist for some respite— but it doesn't come. Not out of spite, but out of love for you, he continues crooking his fingers against your squishy insides because he knows what that whine means. Gushy little cunt wrapped so tight around his finger, sucking him further in despite your desperate whines for a break. All he does is hush you tenderly, tongue between his teeth in fear of snapping and reverting back to his old manners when you look so fucking perfect with his finger inside of you, his eyes flickering between your pretty face, heaving tits, and your shiny with slick cunt.

"C'mon—" He seethes, brows furrowed in concentration of praising you, getting you off on his hand would be the highest compliment, he thinks. "Let me make you feel good, jus' give in, 'kay? He encourages, a sinful smirk tugging at his lips when your mouth falls open in a silent gasp.

Got you, he thinks to himself. Cock twitching merely from getting you off, from making you moan his name all high pitched and pretty like that while you gush around his finger, soaking through to the bed sheets below when he starts finger fucking you again to help you ride your orgasm out nicely. And the whole time he's thanking you. Softly rubbing up and down your side, occasionally groping at your tits, tugging at your ass while your insides convulse around him. Thank you, he sighs. "Thank you for trusting me."

"Thank you for sticking with me."

"Thank you for letting me see you like this."

"Thank you for believing in me."

"Thank you for cumming on my hand."

And even as he removes himself from you he's still worshipping you, practically eye fucking you as he shifts his weight down, ending up half laying on the edge of the bed to tug you closer, hands firmly wrapped around your thighs so he can sniff up and down your slick soaked slit. Vulgar as always, but it doesn't matter when he's so pussy whipped it's almost laughable, right? Maybe he should feel ashamed about how much he wants you, embarrassingly acting like a dumb dog when faces with your cunt like this— salivating from your scent alone. But upon sticking his tongue out flat against your slit to lap up all your sweet juices he figures it doesn't really matter. It couldn't matter when you taste this fucking good, cock leaking fat globs of precum from just a single suck of your clit. He quickly runs a hand through his hair, flipping his fringe up and out of the way for easier access to your sweet soaked cunt, he's serious about this, don't you know?

"Jus' cleanin' y'up." He slurs against your hole, wincing with you when you complain about how sensitive you are.

But that's okay, because if you cum on his tongue (which he's hoping for, fuck he wants you to gush in his mouth please—) then he'll just help you clean up again. And again. And again. As many times as he needs to until you instinctively know how worthy you are of worship, and how he loves you just oh so much.

[hamlets-ak]

Can I request one where tim and y/n are co stars and they go to an event or something. And y/no’s ex is there who cheated on her so they try to make him jealous but at the end they realize they LOWKEY like each other. Thank u!!

thank you so much for your request!! i can't believe i forgot to post this sooner

it was you all along ༊*·˚

i

part ii

༘♡ i want, in fact, more of you

« We are here! », the driver announced. You smiled nervously feeling your heart pounding wildly and shivers running down to every part of your body. It felt as if you forgot how to breathe for a moment. Your stomach was tied into knots and your hands were unconsciously trembling.

You really didn't want to go.

After everything that happened between you and your ex-boyfriend, the last thing you wanted to do was make public appearances.

« Are you okay, Y/N? », your manager asked. You smiled at her and nodded positively. You had no intention to worry her since she was the one who so eagerly wanted to be there. « Don't be nervous, » she told you cupping your cheek. « I am very proud of you. You deserve this. » You gulped and bobbed your head again. « You look beautiful, let's go, » she said as your door opened letting inside hysterical screams.

Loud voices could be heard from every direction combined with the sound of camera rolls. Your manager was the first to get out of the car, followed by you.

« Thank you, » you smiled at the man that held your hand to help you get out of the car. Your eyes scanned the place that was filled with photographers, media, and fans screaming their lungs out for you.

A pair of heels brushed against the red carpet followed by your silky dress. You posed in front of the camera for a few moments, before moving to your fans. Their screams became even louder once you approached them, causing a grin to appear on your face.

They were so kind to you, none of them mentioning the drama you were involved a month before. You happily signed autographs, took pictures with them, and spoke to them for a while. It was only fair that you spent some time with them, after all, they were always supporting you on your long journey to Holywood.

« Hi, you look great, » you said to some of them as you signed books and papers.

« Y/N, you look amazing! », a fan yelled from the back making you raise your eyes from the paper and smile at them.

Some of them asked for a hug and you were more than happy to give it to them followed by a kiss on the cheek. There was this girl with a polaroid camera that asked if you could pose for her and you gladly did.

Minutes later, your manager tapped your shoulder to move to the interviewers that called your name.

« Hi, » you shook the hand of a woman. « You look amazing. »

« You look amazing, » the interviewer chuckled at you leaving your hand free. « We are here with nominee Y/N L/N! Congratulations on your nomination, Y/N. » « Thank you, » you smiled kindly.

She started asking you questions about your nomination, your clothes, and your feelings for the night. One by one, you replied to her questions with honesty, until you heard the crowd going crazy and turned around to see who was on the carpet that caused all that panic.

Your smile disappeared. You felt out of place and time as you watched your ex-boyfriend walking on the red carpet. Your eyes were fixed on him, the voice of the interviewer fading in the background.

This man treated you like shit for more than three years with the peek being a video that was spread all across the internet of him making out with a random girl at a club.

From the moment he entered your life to the moment he exited, he only left ruins.

You were a very closed and private person. Acting for you was nothing more than a job. Unlike other celebrities, you weren't willing to sacrifice your private life at the altar of money and fame. Your job was your job and your personal life was your personal life. You had drawn a very distinctive line between the two of them since the beginning of your career, not letting anyone interfere or mix things up. You were serious with your job. It wasn't a hunt for popularity or for feeding your ego, it was your job.

The fact that you didn't have any public social media or you never overshared anything about your private life was a big topic of discussion, especially during interviews. Your secrecy was working both as a temptation for people to uncover who you really were, and at the same time as a weapon to protect yourself, your loved ones and live your life peacefully.

You were Hollywood's mystery, a question mark, and you had no intention of turning into a comma.

All until you met him, Paolo Scotti.

He was a new director doing mostly short films in the beginning, inspired by the French New Wave, chasing a place in the world of fame. Some film critics were calling his work pretentious, and others thought he was a genius.

But you didn't give any attention to the critics. You had fallen madly in love. From the moment you exchanged your first words, you loved him. He was smart and creative and he had so much passion for what he was doing.

You starred in most of his filmography. People considered you his muse. And even though he was your boyfriend, no one had ever said anything about him favoring you, because you were truly brilliant at your work. In fact, most people were saying that you were the only reason the movies were good in the first place. And that was the truth. You were his ticket to success.

At first, he was laughing with you and responded with something like « Of course, my muse is the person I fell in love with. » Or when they were asking him « Why do you always pick Y/N in your films? », he would reply: « I need to love the people I film, that's why I always take Y/N L/N. »

But later, when he got the Palme d'Or and he became famous, his behavior behind the scenes started to change.

He became harsher to you and to the other actors as well. He was being cruel, yelling at you, torturing you by performing the same scenes over and over, only for him to finally choose your second or even first take.

And you were trapped in a weird place, where you had to agree and accept everything in fear of losing him. But the closer you got, the more difficult it became to detach from him. You had rejected very good opportunities just because he gave you ridiculously long speeches about how they were going to ruin your career. You didn't work with Greta Gerwig because Little Women was « a film for children. » You didn't work with Denis Villeneuve because Dune was an action movie and "you'll never be able to detach from your character." You didn't work with many great names that wanted specifically you for their roles.

And you never complained to him. You trusted him because you loved him and you thought he wanted the best for you.

You started to get suspicious of this behavior after another film opportunity.

Luca Guadagnino wanted you for his leading role in a new film, starring alongside Timothée Chalamet. You had worked with Luca in the past and of course, you knew Timothée Chalamet from his previous works but you had never collaborated with him.

Luca, one of the most notable directors, was offering you the leading role without even an audition because he wanted you. There was nothing that would make you refuse. You loved Luca and you kept in touch with him after a film you had worked on together in the past. He was like your mentor or father, since he was the one that introduced you to the industry when you were only fourteen years old. He saw something in you that didn't want to waste it. Till then, he was giving you advice and had openly announced his disapproval of the roles you were rejecting.

When your manager called to inform you about Luca's new movie, the first thing you did, before calling your parents, before calling your friends, before calling Luca himself, was to call him. Not only wasn't he happy, but he also insisted that you refuse the role because it would destroy your career.

« Believe me Y/N the last thing you need is a romance movie, » he said. You tried to explain to him that it wasn't just a romantic film, but he was so stubborn and wouldn't listen to you. He kept insisting that he was right.

Even the way that he was speaking was possessive. He would raise his voice like some kind of politician and he would keep talking loud and clear no matter what you were saying, completely ignoring your voice, causing you to just stop.

You had a long discussion about this because you appreciated him as an artist and of course, wanted his opinion. But hearing everything he had to say and actually listening to his words just made you feel uncomfortable around him. He wasn't protective. He didn't care about your career. He was controlling and selfish.

Nevertheless, you accepted the role and that was one of the best decisions you had ever made. The energy on set was incredible and never before did you have so much fun while making a film.

The main reason for that was Timothée. You had heard from other actors about the energy he brought and you were lucky enough to witness yourself.

Thinking all this while being nominated for a leading role, made you feel so stupid for ever falling in love with him. He was trying to manipulate you from the beginning of your relationship. You had lost so many opportunities because of him.

And not only had you lost a big part of your career, but you had also lost your dignity. He cheated on you because he was mad that he couldn't have you fully.

« Excuse me, what was the question? », you turned back to the woman with a flustered look on your face. You smiled apologetically at her.

« Are you excited to see anybody win? », she asked you.

« Oh, em... Timmy obviously, » you said your lips slowly curling up.

« Of course, Timothée, he's nominated as well, congratulations to him. »

« I really hope he wins... Honestly, I'd be happier for him to win than I'd be for myself. » The interviewer smiled warmly.

« Is there anyone else you have your hopes up for? »

« No, not really, » you replied truthfully. « I don't have a particular person in mind. »

« Not even Paolo Scotti? » The question found you unprepared. Your lips slightly separated not really sure how to respond. The interviewer was smiling with that fake enthusiasm, but you could tell she must've felt really proud for asking a question like that and making you speechless.

« What are you talking about? », a loud joyful voice rang to your ear as an arm wrapped around your waist and a pair of wet lips touched your cheek. You grinned immediately because without even looking at who it was you already knew by his scent alone.

« Oh my God, hi! », you smiled and hugged him, looking up at his eyes that though they appeared tired, had a radiant brightness spreading out of them, as if they were blue, green, brown galaxies all mixed together.

He lightly leaned his head brown curls falling on top of your forehead as his ticklish hot breath moved to your ear.

« I thought you weren't coming, » he whispered for only you to hear. Your smile grew even brighter at the sound of his voice. You leaned your head to his ear.

« It was mandatory, » you said making him chuckle. Your faces were only centimeters apart, so close that your noses even touched. « Besides, I wanted to be here for you, » you locked eyes for a moment. He lightly clenched his jaw to stop his grin from growing even bigger and then looked away with pinkish cheeks.

« Hello! », the reporter said. « You look amazing tonight, Timothée! »

« Thank you, thank you, » he said.

« How do you find Y/N tonight? » Tim rubbed his face with his hands and glanced once at you before replying.

« That's not even a question, » he smiled. « Beautiful as always. » Your jaw clenched to prevent yourself from smiling.

« She is beautiful, » the interviewer agreed. « And do you think she's going to win tonight? »

« She's already a winner for me, but it'd be fucking awesome if she won a statue. » You laughed at his words and he smiled down at you. « I know Mrs. L/N wants it for the living room. » You lightly shook your head before he waved to the camera. « Love you, Mrs. L/n! »

« Love you mom, » you chuckled back.

« Well, good luck to both of you, I'm crossing my fingers! »

« Thank you, » you and Timmy mumbled before walking away. He playfully pushed your shoulder with his and smiled warmly. You laughed and shook your head questionably. You slowly walked to the Theater.

Timothée was Timothée.

While filming, you had connected with him from the moment you first looked at each other. He was hypnotizing and charming. Whenever he was looking at you, he made you unconsciously smile only because his eyes met yours, and whenever he was speaking, you couldn't help but hang from every word of his and stare at the way his lips and his hands were moving. He must have noticed once, because he chuckled and looked away leaving red marks on his cheeks.

But you didn't just like Timothée and his energy. You like yourself when you were with him.

Luca had noticed your chemistry and how magnetic you were for one another. After shooting the very first scene of you together, he knew that something didn't feel right. So, he decided to do something he had never done before, he let you shoot the movie just like Godard, without a script. You and Timothée were both skeptical and anxious, but Luca insisted. And of course, he was right because you ended up both being nominated.

Everything was coming off so naturally, your reactions were so genuine, that at some point you attached to your roles -- or your roles attached to you, and it didn't feel like the cameras existed or you were shooting a film anymore.

The film was just you two being yourselves. That attachment to your roles caused a few problems on set, for example, sometimes you forgot you were surrounded by cameras and accidentally called the other by their real name. At times like these, Timothée was turning red like a tomato and you were losing your words, but in the end, none of you laughed, you were just looking awkwardly away. This was happening so often, that it had turned into an inside joke that the two of you didn't find funny at all.

« Man, I haven't seen you in like... », Tim furrowed his brows thinking. « I don't know how long but it's definitely more than a month. »

« Yeah, sorry about that, » you murmured looking away from him.

« No, no, I didn't say that to get an apology, » he rushed to add and stopped walking. He towered over you taking your hand and rubbing your palm. « I was just worried, you know? You didn't reply to my calls, to my texts... I-I was scared you did something stupid. » You pressed your lips while shaking a little your head. « But I called your mom and she said you were back home. I was going to come- » You raised your brows in surprise. You were living on different continents, there was no way he was getting on a plane for so many hours just to check on you. Only a liar or a madman could think like that. In Timothee's case, it was neither of those two, just a third thing he was keeping for himself. He saw your look and continued. « I was truly going to come but I figured you needed some time. »

« I just needed some time alone, » you said.

« It's just that I missed you so much, » Timothée said. A smile slowly grew on your lips and then you wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him down into a hug. You could hear the sound of his lips curling up.

« I missed you too, » you said to his ear.

« I can't believe I didn't see you for a month because of that douchebag, » you felt him shaking his head. You breathed out heavily. Timothée was so right. You were missing so many things because of him. He had destroyed everything and he still did even when he wasn't with you.

You pulled away from each other hearing someone calling his name. It was his manager motioning his arm to follow him.

« I have to go, » Timothée said. « I'll find you when I finish whatever I have to do, okay? »

« Okay, don't worry, Tim, » you grinned at him.

« See you in a bit, Y/N, » he smiled back at you waving his hand.

You decided to go inside the Theater, find Luca and the rest of the crew. But the moment you entered you felt a hand pulling back your shoulder, causing you to stumble at the force it used. You frowned as you turned around only to face your ex.

« What the fuck? », you yell-whispered not wanting to get caught by cameras.

« I need to talk to you, » he said in a pleading tone.

« I don't think we have anything to talk about, » you replied.

« We most certainly do, » he left a small laugh as if what he was saying was so obvious to you.

« Paolo, I don't want to have anything to do with you, » you said firmly.

« Look, Y/N, I really don't want to fight, I just want to apologize. »

« Apologize for what exactly? », you asked patiently wrapping your arms around your waist. He ran a hand through his hair and breathed out.

« For everything, » Paolo looked you in the eyes. You were so mad at him for having the nerve to look you in the eyes after he cheated on you and everything he did.

« For everything, » you repeated his words in a mocking tone. You weren't going to let him ruin your day. « I'm leaving, I can't even look at you. »

« Of course, go back to your new French boyfriend, Chalamet, » he scoffed.

« Oh, » you smiled almost laughed. « Now I get it. You don't want to apologize, you just got jealous of Timothée. »

« I didn't get jealous, » he said. You raised your brows giving him a 'really' look as he breathed out. « Look, I know was an asshole, but... »

« But what, Paolo? », you asked. You gulped feeling your eyes hot and ready to tear. « I loved you, » you said pressing your lips tightly to hold yourself and not cry. « I loved you so so much, but you treated me like shit! I trusted you, I listened to you, I put up with your insults, your anger, your ego, your stubbornness, all that because I loved you and nothing else mattered to me. »

« Babe, » he touched your hand.

« No, » you sniffed and shook your head. « Call babe the girl you cheated on me. »

« I'm so sorry for everything, » he spoke. « I truly am. Please, let's try again... »

« I-no, » you shook your head again looking away. From far away you noticed Timothée coming in your direction and lightly smiled taking courage. « This, won't happen again, » you pointed between you two and left.

Paolo's eyes followed you as Timothée gave you a warm smile opening the door for you to get inside the Theater. He noticed the smile you had as you whispered something in his ear and jealousy overtook him. You were his and no one else's. His eyes stung Timothée's, who glared back at him. He was determined to win you back.

Together you walked inside finding your place with Luca, who immediately hugged you tightly while telling you how much he missed you and so did the rest of the team.

« What did you say? », Timothée leaned to ask you.

« Nothing, » you pressed your lips. « He just got jealous and now he wants to get back together. » Timothée gulped and sat better in his seat.

« Why did he get jealous? », he asked.

« He thinks we are together, Tim, » you explained. His eyes widened for a moment but then he smiled as the lights slowly went down.

« Y/N? », he leaned to your ear. You looked at him. « Do you want to make him pay? » You didn't speak but then bobbed your head.

« Yes, » you said without hesitation.

« Then, show him that you moved on. »

« What do you mean? », you asked.

« We could pretend to be together for the rest of the night. Show him that he doesn't own you anymore. »

« And you own me? »

« Or you own me? », he said back. You smiled and you heard his lips forming a smile.

« Fuck, » you said. Timothée didn't speak waiting for your response. « Let's fucking do this. »

[cantdothis-nomore]

Raven, Cyborg, Beast Boy and Robin with a reader who is afraid of the dark

EEEEE thank you for the request I've been waiting for some for a little bit and I love teen titans so I enjoyed writing this, thank you for the request and I hope you request more!

Raven

She'd probably find it quite funny at first tbh because of her LITERALLY being a demon and darkness is literally her lmao

She would make sure that her room was as lit as possible when you were in there as not to freak you out

She'd make sure to always carry a torch or something to produce light with her at all times incase a fight went on into the night or just incase they were out late at night and it got really dark

She wouldn't invalidate your phobia, yes she would find it a bit funny considering herself but she would try and find ways for you to get round it and get more comfortable with being in the dark

She'd make sure that any rooms you and her went into had a light on to make you feel safe

She wouldn't force you to be in the dark and face your fear but would try and find why your scared and find a good method of getting the fear out of you

She'd be really kind about it and would probably beat up anyone who mocked you for your fear because she didn't want you to feel that she wasn't someone that you could trust when she was

Raven would try her best to understand your fear and look at it from your point of view

Overall she'd be really sweet and kind and try and help you as much as she could <3

Cyborg

Mans u got yourself a twin bro

This man is PETRIFIED of the dark in the series on Netflix

He wouldn't be able to do much but if it got dark you and him would basically just cling to each other and hope for the best 💀

If you be screaming, he do be screaming too

As he's literally like 75% robot he'd obviously have a light on him 24/7

When it got dark you and him would both huddle around it and stay there until a light was turned on

After finding out that you were afraid of the dark he didn't feel as though his fear was invalid as much anymore because someone else had it too so it wasn't much of a big deal

When it got dark or the power cut out he'd be using you as his shield while you're trying to use him as yours lol

Neither of you are much help to each other you're more of a nuisance by making each others fear get worse from just being around each other

Again if the power cut out you'd both probably be saying really positive things to each other whilst knowing you were only saying it for yourselves 💀

The titans would be sick of you two being together within a minute of you both screeching if something moved or even looked like it moved

Beast Boy

He'd find it quite funny at first actually

You and his best friend being scared of the dark was comical to him

He'd support you and try and show you that the dark wasn't actually that bad but you weren't having any of it lmao

He'd randomly switch of lights while you were in that room to try and catch you off guard and see if that method helped for getting you over your fear

News flash, it didn't.

If there was any sort of power outage you'd be stuck to him like glue for the entirety of it scared out your mind bro

You and cyborg would be besties

He would search up on Google how to get people over their fear of the dark to help you and try each of them out at different times each of which ended up with him basically getting slapped in either the face or kicked straight into his side depending on how badly he scared you

You knew he meant well it just wasn't working

Like raven, beast boy would try and get to the bottom of what made you scared of the dark and try and use that to get you over your fear almost

He'd give up after a little while because that fear of yours was not budging for the life of him and you had assured him that it had been with you your whole life so would be quite hard to get rid of anyways

He only means well 🥺

Robin

This is going to be hella short

Mans straight up would laugh

He wouldn't understand for the life of him why you were scared of the dark and wouldn't feed into the fear either

Yes he'd hug you and make you feel safe when it got really dark because he does actually have a heart you know

But he wouldn't talk to you about it because out of everyone he's the only one that realises that it's pretty much useless

He wouldn't invalidate the fear but he wouldn't do anything about it either because there isn't anything he can do apart from let you deal with it and hope for the best

He would try his best and comfort you but when it came to sorting the fear out you were on your own there

[yelenasdiary]

i have a request after how cute the last different kind of love on shot was. reader is trying to put dylan into preschool, but it’s very expensive because all preschools (at least in usa) are private. reader is struggling to afford putting him in preschool but he really wants to go and make friends. reader is hesitant to ask natasha as she doesn’t want her charity, but natasha obviously sees reader is struggling and helps pay for dylan to go. bonus points if maybe reader was nervous to go to a parent - teacher conference at said preschool (as a first time parent) and auntie nat goes with us as emotional support. thank u sm!!

Drabble - Pre-School

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Single Mom! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Putting Dylan into pre-school came with stresses of its own.

Comfort | Mentions of Stress & Finical Issues | 0.7K |  

Notes: Been a while since we visited this AU!! I hope you enjoy this!

Different Kind of Love Masterlist

"Agh!" you sighed to yourself unaware that Natasha had just entered your office. "What's up?" Natasha smiled softly as she slumped down into the chair across from your desk with a coffee in her hand. "I'm just trying to enrol Dylan into pre-school but all the ones that are close by are private and of course, so damn expensive!" you explained as you ran your fingers through your hair. 

"All of them?" Natasha frowned slightly before taking a sip of her coffee. 

"Well, there is a couple that aren't, but they don't really seem like a perfect fit for him. Also, he wasn't a fan of them because the playground wasn't big enough" you playfully rolled your eyes, "he's so excited to start and make new friends. I took him shopping the other day to pick out his lunchbox and backpack and I'm positive he slept with the backpack still on his back that night" you looked at Natasha. 

Natasha placed her mug on your desk and looked at you as if you could read her mind, "Let me pay for his admission" she offered, once again like money was not an issue for her. Well, it wasn't but still. "Nat, thank you but I can't ask you to do that. I'm just going to have maybe do some over time?" You raised a brow in the hopes your boss would be okay with the idea. 

"You're being silly, Y/n. You already have enough on your plate and Dylan needs his mom at home after a long day, so no. You can't just do some extra overtime" She leant forward towards you, "you're too proud to ask for help. I've seen you stressing over this for a few weeks, and I knew you wouldn't ask me so I'm just going to gift it to you" she adds. 

She was right, you were too proud to ever ask for help. It's always just been you and Dylan, and you've been able to make it work but now that Dylan is at an age where he needs to be around children his own age and not just a couple of hours a day at the park. He needs this and you knew even with the extra overtime, it wouldn't be enough to cover life's expenses.

"Now you're overthinking it" Natasha spoke, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

"Are you sure? I will pay you back every cent!" you replied, causing Natasha to chuckle, "You're not paying me back. It's a gift" she reminded you and just like that, there was no point arguing with her. "Thank you so much" you smiled softly although you couldn't help the feeling of guilt, taking money from your boss to help pay for your child's pre-school. 

"Email me that pre-school you want to send him too and I'll take care of it, okay?" Natasha smiled before taking another sip of her coffee.

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In four short days, Dylan would be starting his first day at pre-school. To say he was excited was an understatement. Your big, brave boy couldn't stop talking about all the fun things he was he excited to do, all the new friends he would make and most importantly, bringing home all his artwork for you. Of course, he didn't see how nervous you were to see him grow up and take his big step into a new chapter, but Natasha did.

"He's going to be fine. It's Dylan, the kid could make friends with squirrels if you let him" Natasha handed you a glass of wine as she sat on the sofa beside you. "I just thought I would have a little more time with him, he starts pre-school now and the next thing I know he'll be off to college" you looked to your best friend with sad eyes, "I'm not ready to let him grow up so fast, not yet" you added before taking a light sip of your wine. 

"I'm not a mother but you have to be okay with this, you have done such an amazing job raising him and now it's time to let him explore the world in his own way, he's not leaving you and he knows that you will always be there for him" Natasha assures you of your worries as a mother, every mother's worries. "When's the parent teacher meeting?" she asked.  

"Tomorrow at 9am, I'll be a little late to work" you replied. 

"We. We will be a little late to work, I'm coming. If that's okay of course. Can't let you cry in front of his new friends" Natasha replied with a chuckle before sipping her wine. Playfully you slapped her shoulder and took another sip of your wine, "Thank you, again" you smiled.

Taglist: @marvelogic | @randomnessbecausewhynot | @blackwidow-3 | @lilsmeaux | @mmmmokdok | @wandanats-goodgirl | @toouncreativeforausername | @agent99galanzo | @marvelwomen-simp | @its-just-geek | @fxckmiup | @loneliestafterparty | @pikachooo3 | @monaekelis | 

[coqvttes]

i hit 1k followers today and i just want to say thank you so so much, everyone. all the moots i’ve met on here are absolutely amazing and so so kind! i love every single one of them to bits and all the anons in my inbox are sweethearts too. thank you for making this a positive space for me so far. i really appreciate everyone and i’m so happy that people enjoy what i write and what i post, i can truly be myself on here. i truly love you all and i appreciate every single one of you. xx

i want to say special thank yous to some of my lovely mooties. (≧◡≦)づ ♡

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[hazyhae]

friends 😭😭😭😭 i was so out of it i didnt even realize but thank you so so much i really cannot believe ive reached 1k (ofc it would be +69) 🥲 THANK YOU SO MUCH

bear with me if this is a little longhfhdjdbs but ive always been a reader of fics for as long as i could remember and im so overwhelmed with the positive reception my fics have gotten since i started writing here, i really did not expect it ☹️ i am very fortunate to be surrounded by weed friendly people and live/have grown up in a very weed friendly place, and its helped me tie that in with my other favorite thing (kpop). i wasnt sure how being a stoner specific content account would be and by no means am i the most knowledgeable about the substance or creative writing but it’s really been a fun hobby and outlet for me to develop and let my imagination do its thing.

i also say this a lot but i rlly have met so many sweet and talented people here!! thank u to my moots and followers who have supported me since i was a little reader account and just starting out and thank you to everyone who comes and stops by ☺️💗

not sure if itll happen and forgive me if it doesnt BUT though i dont think i can do anything rn due to my personal life id love to do a some kind of special in the future to celebrate !! no promises but hoping i can 🫶🫶🫶

thank you again !!! hugs n kisses 🫂🫂🫂

[tasteofgummies]

hi! i understand that it can be uncomfortable for u but if u don't mind can i ask the headcanons of p3 guys with dystrophic fem s/o? it would be cool if you also will make an nsfw part

i really enjoy your writing!!!🥺

Thank you so much!! It's not uncomfortable at all, don't worry! I tried to make this post very vague, as the experiences of people with dystrophy can be different, but as always, you can message me if you want me to change anything, enjoy (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Stardust Crusaders w/ a dystrophic!fem! S/O 🌸

Cw: nsfw content ahead

Jotaro Kujo

>He'd be careful with you regardless, but I think it would take some reassurance for him to express his love physically. But again, he isn't really the most affectionate, so what's the difference?

>He knows that you can handle yourself, so he is thoughtful without actually doing anything for you

>If you require any mobility aid, the Speedwagon foundation is ready to create only the finest technology for you

>If you ever feel insecure of anything regarding your disability, Jotaro is there to hold you, he may not be good with words, but he'll try to voice his feelings in order to reassure you that there isn't a single thing he would change about you

>Carries painkillers and muscle relaxers with him in case you ever need them

>Understands that sometimes the pain can be too much to even want to interact, but he will still be there in case you need anything, you don't need to talk, you can do parallel play

>Is very gentle with you, and tries to make you do as little effort as possible during your intimate times

>Eats you out with de-vo-tion 🙏

>He's inexperienced, but it's definitely a pleasurable time

>And if you ask for, you can have Star Platinum doing it, he's got that godly precision for all your good spots

>Lets you choose the position you'd like so it's always comfortable

>Wants to take care of you but you'd end up sore regardless

>His pace is slow and deep

>6/10 aftercare, he isn't awful, but he needs some practice

Noriaki Kakyoin

>He's much more open about physical affection, as he trusts you'll tell him if he hurts you

>Enjoys "house dates" that's basically you two scrolling through your phones and showing each other those cheesy cat pictures that couples share, and you clearly don't have to move around much for that

>I headcanons he suffers from migraines, so he can relate to the pain and sometimes limits on your daily life

>Offers acts of service to help you in days that are harder, so don't worry about grocery shopping or taking out the trash while he's there

>He isn't as scared to hurt you while being intimate as others are

>He's a tease, but also a gentleman, he'd like you needy and worked up from his touch so you ask him to please you

>And how can he deny you?

>Maybe gets a bit too carried away with the overstimulation and leaves you aching

>But he'll take care of you dw

>Breakfast in bed after he wrecked you kind of romantic<3

Muhammad Avdol

>Soothes your aches with natural essential oils and massages

>Tries to smooth out the ground of his farm so you can walk on it if you use any mobility aid

>He doesn't let you get insecure ever, he's a happy wife, happy life man™

>He's really supportive and thoughtful of whatever you need

>Avdol is perfect for everything tbh

>May be a bit overprotective though, is nor that he doesn't trust you, but he know how damaging is the pressure to be "functional" rather than to live a full, happy life (damn capitalism)

>He's such a spoiling sweet lover

>He'll make sure you are comfortable, and if you need to switch positions, take a break, stop, or anything, you just have to say your safe word

>He can get rougher, but he's more slow and sensual type of man

>11/10 aftercare

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

>He's so sweet, but he sometimes forgets his strength, so warn him please

>Another one that will literally worship the ground you step on

>Insecurity? We don't know her in this house

>A huge simp

>I feel like (if you don't already use one) will heavily encourage you to use a mobility aid, he doesn't think you need to force yourself, and you shouldn't feel bad for trying to make your life easier

>"It's okay to take up space, chéri

>Or you can just let him carry you and kiss the top of your head the whole day<3

>Like Avdol, he's very passionate, he makes love, he doesn't fuck

>Soooo many praises

>Knows he's big, so takes some time prepping you, it may even look like he's teasing you, but he just doesn't want to hurt you

>Your legs may end up just a bit sore, but he won't leave you as bad as the others

>He also has a voyeurism kink, so just watching you touch yourself is enough

Joseph Joestar

>"You know the Speedwagon foundati-" shut up Joseph, you can't use your nepo baby privilege to try to find a cure for it 💀

>No, but fr, he gets you all the best of everything, the best physicians, the best technology, the best specialist, just anything that can help you

>Respects you, and knows that you can handle yourself, but is also in his nature to spoil you

>He's very understanding, but sometimes you have to explain to him that pain is a part of your life, and him dating you means that he's gonna see you in pain sometimes

>He's there to gently stroke your hair and sing you praises

>Horny jail? This one scaped

>You have to tell him your legs get sore if he just pushes you against a wall and starts to get at it

>He'll be a good boy and get you to a nice comfortable bed

>And when I say nice, I mean, top tier mattress and silky sheets

>Loves when you ride him

>When he gets horny he forgets that you may need breaks, so you have to stay firm and be clear to him

>Of course won't react badly, he just gets too excited

>He's really good with his fingers, but that robotic hand has more than one perk

>Goes for quickies, usually, but always makes sure to examine you and massage your sore muscles, he also uses hamon to help you

Merli Anne [platonic]

>Anne's a bit of a pushover, but she just wants to protect you!

>You're a big sister to her, and she wants to prove to you what a useful person she can be, specially to you

>Tries to help the aches by giving you a soup recipe or something like that

>She thinks you're so strong and cool

[innocent-cat]

Bbg, can you do a Jealous Tsukishima x Reader plzzz? Ily bbg /p

Never watched Haikyuu in my life. Read up on him, so be warned, i will NOT have the most accurate character of him down in this oneshot. So, with the fact that my knowledge of Tsukishima and Haikyuu are very frail, please excuse any errors, or poor use of character's behavior, or general plot. Making this js for u babes fr xx (lyt)

(I also have no clue how volleyball works. LOSER!!!!)

Jealous!Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Warnings - Reader calling someone a 'whore', uncomfortable advancements/situations, harassment to reader, entitled man,

"My loser is the best loser.", Tsukishima x Reader

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Your boyfriend of a few months, was currently playing volleyball for your collective high school, Karasuno. You didn't quite understand why it was so tense on the court, but you chose to cheer him on regardless whenever he had a game.

Being known as the person who just happens to be dating Tsuki, his team mates often poke fun at him to you. It's funny most of the time, but it gets weird having a group of people try to follow you around because you're dating their friend. Although, if he's not with you, hes with them, so you always know where to look when in doubt. How kind of them. To what you knew, he one of the blockers of the team. He told you often about how much his team needs him. You, of course, feed into this energy.

"Yeahh go get em' tiger.. you're so important!"

He always cracks a smile at your strange form of cheering, and appreciates it. Although he found it strange, he felt he should play better for you. Weird right? Trying to impress lil' ol' you.. Tonight was a night unlike any other game night, he was within his position and supporting his team with planned blocks. You couldn't tell which team was winning, but you tried your best to stay positive about it. which- meant- very, VERY, incomprehensible cheering. Mumbling, shouting, or just smiling, in hopes of some how, you sent the right message. "Ohh wow nice shot.."

You sounded a lot like a mother cheering for her kid. It was definitely working. (You hoped.)

Growing tired and confused, you eventually space out and leave yourself to your own thoughts. You have no clue whats going on, so you just imagine what ever you feel like. A cow spinning? A rockstar chicken? Your doll who you had left in time out before you left for falling and scaring you? Okay maybe not them. You felt bad for not returning them to the window you pretended they liked so much before you left. Oh no. What if it's lonely? It's probably lonely. Cold, shut out, shunned.. SHAMED, in time out.. Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel the weight beside you shift. Assuming it was Tsukishima, you turned to the weight with a smile, before jumping at the realization it wasn't your monotone'd boyfriend. "Hey! Couldn't help but notice you were sitting here all alone and sad looking.. Don't worry, I'm here to accompany you now. totally like a prince in shiny armor." Baffled, you stare at the teen who had approached you and sat next to you so confidently. You had to admit, you were impressed with how he wasn't embarrassed. You did think he was weird though. "Oh. Thanks?" You shrugged off his enthusiasm and tried to be as nice as you could force yourself to be. Tolerating him was already hard enough now that you're tired, confused, and bewildered at the sudden company. "Do you even really get this sport? You've been totally out of here the entire game." He poked at you. Confused, you look him up and down, taking in his description to ask Tsukishima about him later. What a weirdo. "Yea. My boyfriend is the nerdy blocker up there with the real thick rimmed glasses." You pointed him out, smiling softly. When the teen beside you noticed him, you let your finger fall, and your hands link back together in your lap. Within that moment, The ball quickly advanced to the front of the enemy's net, and they spiked it. Tsukishima tried to block it but- It smacked him. Square in the face. You stifled a small laugh as you watched the now stunned blocker look around hoping for someone to sympathize with him. He looks towards you like a child telling a parent they had just thrown up. Your face breaks out into a wide, humorous smile. His stance, his face, and his slightly pushed down glasses, all was a likely embarrassing moment for him, but all the funnier to you.

Covering your mouth with your hand, you snicker and giggle as you look back at the shocked volleyball player. You watch his eyes travel to the left of you, where the teen who started small talk sat beside you. His eyebrow raised, and obviously smacked back into reality with envy, he scowls at the boy beside you. From far away, you don't notice the facial change he shows.

The whistle blows, and the game starts anew. He turns back, and your small interaction comes to an end. He fixes his glasses, pushing the rim back onto the tip of his nose ridge, and gets back into his position. "Soo.. your boyfriend.. kinda sucks. At volleyball, I mean." The slightly taller boy curts, referring to the fact your boyfriend just got totally bodied by a ball. That probably hurt. A lot. You giggle. "Not all the time, but I also can't tell. I just kinda hope." "You know.. I play baseball.. It's a lot easier to understand than any game of volleyball. Lot cooler too. Lot cooler to date a baseball player over a beach game made professional player." You pause, face contorting at his words. What a man whore. Flirting with someone when he's aware they have a boyfriend? Steep. Real steep. Also, again, really weird. You look towards the boy, raise an eyebrow, and wait for him to lead on what he was saying. You wanted to see how long he'd drag his little 'You should totally ditch your lame, geeky, loser of a boyfriend because I play baseball.' game. Waiting for a response, you decide he's taking too long to click that you want him to talk back. You collect your things to stand, and like a mutt begging you to stay, he grabs your wrist. "Wow wow wow- Where you going there? You haven't even heard me out!"

"What is there to hear out? you're asking me to out right ditch my boyfriend because you play baseball and I don't even know your name." You scoffed, ready to make another statement before he tugs you back down, however, this time, instead of on a bench, he tugs you onto his lap.

"Would you- Get off of me?" You seethed, struggling against his arms, he snakes himself around your waist and under your popliteal (A/N, the popliteal is basically your knee armpit). Oblivious to the bell of the game ending, you keep fighting against him, clambering, and caught up like a spider's web. You hear the distant sound of shoes squeaking against the polished gym floors, advancing towards you, with the speed of just over a power walk. Looking over to the approaching sound, you look directly at none other than who is likely about to be your actual knight in shining armor. It did bug you how the guy got the saying wrong. Again, what a weirdo. "Do you mind? Did you always get your way as a kid or something? Put them down. You look genuinely pathetic." Tsukishima looks down at the odd teenager, towering above him. "Oh- is this- your boyfriend? Why didn't you tell me yo-" He's cut off with an uppercut from your now loose hand, to his jaw. Releasing you, he rubs his jaw, muttering curses and how 'you were ugly anyway' and 'You're lucky I even looked at you' Grabbing your bag, Tsukishima kicks him in the side, watching the man curl over clutching his side like a defeated pill bug. Scoffing, you turn to Tsukishima who is still shooting a lour face at the frustratingly idiotic oaf. Patting his shoulder, you guide yourself off the benches, hovering over railing as to not trip. You notice the lack of his presence, and turn to see he's still cursing at the man, scolding, and kneeling, like a parent to a child who broke a VERY expensive vase. "Tsuki. C'mon. We most literally don't have all day. Don't bother with him, he's just some moron. Getting under your skin lets him win." He gives the man one more apparently satisfying kick, before turning to accompany you. You follow him to the lockers, waiting outside to respect the team's privacy. After around 10 minutes of clicking and texting friends on your phone, you see a four eyed monster walk out of the lockers. Black hoodie, a brown flannel, and tan cargos. "No hello? Not even from the love of my life?" You call towards him, walking by him, and poking the side of his ribcage waiting for a response. "Right right, whatever. Hey." He smiled softly at you, his eyes telling a different story. "You okay? something up?" You interrogate, snaking your arm around his, and fitting hands like a puzzle piece. He huffs, thumb rubbing the back of your hand, continuing to walk, watching the stars. He walked you back to your apartment, every day after school and after games. If you recall, it was 'Something he just has to do for you', and ever since he's always done it. Even when either of you were upset at each other. You looked up at the stars with him, breathing in the cool, clean, night air. As you guys paced, you tripped. He tightened his hold on you, and pulled you back up. 'Thanks.' You muttered, unsure of what to say in the rough and awkward environment. "That guy. Who was flirting with you? That really bothered me during the game. I think I was too focused on you ditching me for him that I lost focus." There was a short pause, in between it you let out an understanding hum, and rubbed circles into the back of his hand via thumb. "..Did you.. say anything? To him?" He looks to the right, avoiding your gaze, seemingly embarrassed to even ask. "Yeah. First thing I said to him other than 'oh' was that you were my boyfriend. Real weird guy. Really weird looking guy too. Jaw too chiseled, too built, and I never even talked to him before. Don't even know the guys name." Tsuikishima let out a sigh of relief, tensity visually leaving his muscles. "I knew that." The two of you both laughed, enjoying the clear environment now comfortable to breathe in again.

"Uhm. Did you win?" You sheepishly look towards him, smiling. "It was totally rigged. I was the best player there."

"Glorifying yourself again, Tsuki?" "Nah. I'm definitely a huge carry for the team." He restates, letting out a snicker after hearing your laugh, self aware of how much he relies on his team-mates.

(P.S, please leave more requests for me. I'm desperate for prompts.)

[marveloussimp]

You Are In Love

Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Summary: music is how you express yourself and show your love. There is something magical about how songs were able to translate everything you're feeling. For you making playlists was a way to express yourself, your feelings, and your affection towards others but better than being the one sending it was being the one on the receiving end, that truly meant the world to you.

Warning: none, it’s supposed to be fluff. First writing in a very long time

A/N: This is my first time writing Y/N fics and a long time since I wrote something, plus English is not my first language so please be kind. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it, and any feedback is welcome, just #Treat people with kindness

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There is something peaceful and enjoyable about making playlists that vibe with someone's feelings, for you making playlists was a love language, it was your way to show affection towards someone. 

If one of your friends is about to complete another round around the sun then they can be sure that a new playlist will be sent their way to enjoy this new milestone, or if someone is feeling a little blue then behold ‘cause you have the right amount of songs put together to lift their spirit. 

It doesn’t matter the occasion or situation you just happen to have the right collection of songs to share. But even better than making playlists for others was receiving playlists or just a simple song recommendation, and that truly meant the world to you.

That was basically one of the culprits of your long-term friendship with Wanda. I mean you guys have known each other since ever, but growing up and discovering new things can almost always lead to friends growing apart and sometimes being sent on the route to go from best friends forever to acquittances. 

Although, for the pair of you that was not the case and very much impossible to happen to, your love for music and the willingness to take time to make the best curation of songs for someone was something that she found endearing about you.

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wands

ok, I have a very energetic (?)

recommendation for you

and here it goes

Friendships (Lost My Love) by Pascal Letoublon, Leony

You

gonna list it right now

brb

wands

so?

its good, right??

You

girl… chill

trust the  process

I need time to assimilate the song

wands

you’re annoying…

You

and you still love me 😘 

ok, here goes my review…

the beat is on point, is catchy I think I know the sample used 

but anyways, very nice song 

for sure something to consider adding to my senior prom playlist 

Thank you very much, m’lady

wands

senior prom playlist?

who u r going to prom with?

You

yeah and no one

is more like songs that I would play at the party y’know

wands

you would play…

like as a DJ?

I thought Natasha had asked you…

You

maybe ??

Only if Principal Harkness allowed me but

that is pretty much impossible so…

why would she do that? 

I think she’s going with Carol or Maria

maybe both ??? anyways  

wands

y’know you are always together

I was under the impression that 

something must be going on between u 2

You

jealous much, Maximoff?

wands

🙄 more like annoyed

I mean we have a deal, right?

You

yep, u r my date

but only if you don’t get asked by anyone, right?  

even though I believe you gonna be asked by someone  

wands

correct.

why would you think that?

trying to bribe someone to ask me so you don’t have to go to the dance ?? 

You keep staring at Wanda’s last message without knowing what to answer. Bribe someone to ask her to a school dance? You would never. As a matter of fact, you knew there was a queue of boys trying to ask her, but none had a positive response. Why that? You would only hope it was because she didn’t want to go with some random boy that she barely supports. But secretly you hoped that it was because she really likes you, not only as her best friend.

You

G’nite, wands 

wands

don’t run from the question

I expect an answer by tomorrow

g’nite jukebox

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“When are you gonna tell her?” you heard as soon as she joined you on the bleachers as you were waiting for Wanda to finish her cheerleader practice — you didn’t even need to rise your head to acknowledge her presence — You knew that every one of your friends could tell by now how you felt for Wanda, it was just a matter of time for her to also get the hint. 

“Probably never,” you said still completely focused on the book in your hands. “She is my best friend since ever, it's not like I’m willing to risk a lifetime of friendship with something so vulnerable as those feelings that are only one-sided” 

Natasha was silent at your side and you could feel her staring at you so you looked back at her “You're so smart yet so dense that I cannot comprehend how that brain of yours works most of the time” and as you dismissed her statement she keeps saying “Wanda absolutely adores you. And no, is not because you are her best friend. I mean c’mon, don’t you see how she looks at you, or how she hugs you longer than normal?”

“Nat, you’re seeing things where there’s nothing. We’ve known each other since diapers, and she is a very affectionate person, of course, she is gonna hug me longer… I’m her best friend, that’s normal between us.”

“If you say so. Just don’t come crying to me when she decides that she had waited enough for you to never make a move” with that Natasha left you alone with your thoughts and a book long forgotten. Looking at the field where the practice was happening you saw her. Crowded place or not your eyes will only see her. 

It was already past 10 pm on a Saturday, right on the weekend before the start of the second year of high school and per usual you were in your bedroom with headphones and a book in hand when she texted you.

wands

I feel like having a matcha latte

what would you like to drink?

You

maybe a chai latte

why do you ask?

wands

what do you think about going for a drive?

we can get Starbucks 

You

u driving?

wands

yep, meet me outside in 5.

You

yes boss

“It was a nice reading while it lasted. I’m coming back for you” I said pointing to your book while grabbing your belongings. Downstairs you quickly looked for your parents, finding only your brother watching cartoons “Hey kiddo, tell the parents that I’m going for a quick drive with Wanda, ok?” And your only answer was only a thumbs up.

As you stepped outside you saw your mom watering the plants “Going out at this time?” Giving her a cheeky grin you answered “Yeah, no worries. Wanda wants to grab a coffee, we will be quick I promise”

“Well, ok then. Be careful you two” your mom said in farewell as you walked to the house in front of yours — the Maximoffs lived in the house in front of yours since you can remember, and both families were friends since then — “Mom said hi” Wanda greeted you as soon as you stepped foot in the porch, and together you started to walk to her car.

“Piet is at home?” You asked entering the vehicle.

“Surprisingly, yes. I think he’s playing something, why?”

“Nothing, just wondering how you are in possession of the car on a Saturday night. Is he grounded?”

“Not that I am aware of. You ask too many questions about my brother” to that Wanda looked suspiciously at you. 

With a chuckle, you answered her “Chill Wands. I’m just curious, plus your brother is also my friend, I was just wondering, that’s all.” 

You went to the not-so-closest Starbucks and then to some almost empty parking lot to drink and talk about everything and nothing at all. With one of your playlists playing in the background, the driving back home was calm, slow even, just a few comments here and there to fill the silence — a silence that was comfortable for the both of you — looking to the girl driving at your side, just appreciating her profile at the lights reflecting on the chain in her neck, the silly jokes, the nose scrunchy, the head tilt, the memories of growing up together, the late at night outings to stargazing and talk. At that moment you could hear it in the silence, feel it on the way home, and see it with the lights out. You Are In Love. True Love.

“Y/N? Hey, earth to Y/N” focusing back you saw her looking funnily at you.

“What?” Was all you could ask after reliving the most beautiful and terrifying memory of yours.

“Just checking if you are still with us. You’ve been looking straight to nowhere” she said with a laugh. “What has got you so pensive?” 

“Nothing much, just reflecting on the book” was your quick answer trying to avoid interrogation that you could not confidently answer. Clearing your throat you proceed “You good to go? I’m starving” 

“Yeah, wanna grab something on the way home?” Your behavior although adorable sometimes drives her insane. Lately, she has noticed how you would avoid being totally open to her, which got her wondering if perhaps she had done something wrong, or if you had figured out that she liked you more than just a friend — her truest fear was if her feelings were one-sided — had she read it all wrong?

“Shawarma? I feel like having one. What about you?” was your question giving her your signature smile that showed the dimples that she so much loved. “Sounds good to me”.

Looking into her shining emerald eyes like you were trying to look at her soul you said “Good, I… I-hmm” it was like the air had vanished from your lungs. Has she been this close all the time? Was all you could think at the moment. You probably going insane thinking you saw her look down at your lips. “You?”

Blinking quickly to clear your mind and turning the other side to grab your backpack and re-organize your thought you tried to speak again “I have a song that I wanna show to you, not sure if you already know this one but I just discovered it and well I loved it.”

You missed the disappointing face that she gave to you once you move far from her so fast, but as soon as you mentioned a song she was already smiling like a fool to you. “Really? Well let’s get going then so you can put it in the car and we can listen to it together.

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“You never answered my question” Wanda looked at you with an arched eyebrow and head slightly tilted to the right — you had to admit while that was hot was also intimidating and you secretly loved it — “What question?” You answered with another question feigning innocence while starting the car and heading to get the food you both craved. 

“You are insufferable sometimes… From the text that I sent you before you headed to bed and completely ignored me” she gave you a pointed look. 

“Ooh, yeah that one hmm… well you know me, I would never bribe people and hear me out, there is no necessity for me to do so ‘cause I know, for sure like 75% accuracy, that there is a queue of guys and girls at school who want to ask you out…” 

“75% accuracy? Ok, I’ll accept that… But, I’m not interested at all” she answered the last part more to herself than for your ears, but you heard anyway. You were starting to wonder if there was a chance for you, maybe you aren’t so delusional after all — Natasha might be right too — “I just don’t think I wanna go with any of them. I just wanna spend this last memory of high school with you. I think…” Wanda continues to say looking at you.

You then turn to look at her and she is just there looking at you like you hang up the moon and stars. — Is that the look Natasha was talking about? — So you inquire her to keep talking “You think…”.

“I think it should be our night to remember” she says with a shy smile.

“It will be” is all you say next.

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“What’s the song you wanted to show me?” Wanda asked you as soon as you left the restaurant and walked to the car.

“Ooh yeah, the song… completely forgot, my bad. I’ll put it for us to list driving home” You had truly forgotten about the song on the way to the restaurant.

The previous conversation was going on a loop inside your brain and at that point, you’re wondering if that was the best opportunity to try and be a little direct/indirect about your feelings. — if she gets it, good. If not, that's ok. There is no hurry with this — “It showed up this morning while I was working on a playlist, I believe it is called More Than Friend by Edie Brickell" You said putting the song to play and started driving your way home.

Wanda was quiet, listening to the song very attentively, she had put the song to play again for a third time, and that got you wondering if she might have gotten the message. You would give a quick look at hear at every phrase of the song, your heart pounding in your ears had you worried that she could hear it too. 

You stopped the car at the driveway of your house and turned to look at her. But she was already looking at you, this look was different, enigmatic, you couldn’t tell what she was feeling or thinking at the moment. That terrified you to no end, for the first time ever you were getting uncomfortable in her presence. 

“What do you think?” Your voice was low, it showed that you were nervous.

“You really have a way with your songs… It’s nice, I like it but…” She was calm, collected, and thoughtful in her next words. “This sounds like you’re flirting with me…”

That’s it, it is now or never. “… I have been trying to do that for a while now” I sincerely say. On the inside you were freaking out, hoping to not mess up everything with this little confession. On the outside, you tried to muster up your best smile, to show her you’re been sincere in your confession, that it is not a joke.

Looking into your eyes, she smiled, the one smile that was only meant for you “I’ve always liked you”. You couldn’t hold the happiness you were feeling, your eyes shining with adoration for the girl you grow up with and in a low tone asked her “Since when?” To which she purposely said, “Since forever”. 

Leaning in, so carefully. Breathing and not breathing at all. Hearts beating, she is so close, you are so close. Then in a flash, her lips were on yours. Her hands tightened around your neck, and you ran one up her waist, trying to be as close as possible inside your car. Her mouth opened, lips parted, and you were never one to leave an opportunity unexplored. 

Every part of you wanted to wrap around her and make this a special kiss. Her hands were in your hair, pulling you even closer. The music re-started again and a few cars passed in the street. You squeezed her waist and broke apart. Panting with your pulse pounding in your veins, You look into her eyes. She looked back. You both smiled like idiots. And to her delight, you asked.

“Will you give me the honor to be my date at the prom?”

[hwaitham]

hi hi! ship your moots with characters they normally don't ship themselves with?

okaiii ! :3 i luv all mi muts but i only shipped those who interacted wif dis post , where i asked whoever wntd a ship to like ﾉ comment on it . . 'm srrie if u missed it , but i am sure dere will be so many moar opportunities for cocopup to play matchmaker in d future so pls look forward to it 🐾 ! !

@richdesire ❤︎ okkotsu yuta ⌒ yuta deserves da sweetest , most friendly n' excitable little puppy of a girlfriend n' dat comes in da form of jay ‎٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و he gets all blushie whenever you do something cute dat you don't realize [ which is a lot of d time heh ] n' just really likes having you close by his side ! keeps his arm draped over your shoulder or occasionally gives you head pats since he loves having his hands on u ! !

@pastelle-rabbit ❤︎ kirishima ikuya ⌒ dis is da cutest cat boyfie x puppy girlfie combo ever ! ! i think ikuya would love you so , so very much amira . . gets teary-eyed thinking about how lucky he is to have someone so generous n' kind n' positive , someone who will stay by his side no matter what ! he hugs you so close at night n' always like having your hand in his , n' maybe he's just da slightest bit possessive over you . . ;3

@thevebleneffect ❤︎ cyno ⌒ bugsy n' cyno make such a fun couple ! ! he always makes you laugh , whether it be through his silly puns or just with his demeanour . all the other matra notice him smiling more often n' generally being less intimidating n' scary to approach , n' it is all thanks to you ! ! he massages oil into your hair just as you massage oil into his , take showers together n' wash it all off C:

@h4wkz ❤︎ kaedehara kazuha ⌒ jennie , we haven't been mutuals for very long , but you are nothing short of sweet n' supportive , and you deserve a man who can match dat ! ! kazuha will take such amazing care of you ; take you on sunset meadow walks n' writes so many haikus about you , kisses you like it's da first time every time !

@getoluver ❤︎ suehiro tecchou ⌒ dis is d ' fabulously dressed ' girlfie x ' always taking pictures of her ' boyfie couple to mi . tecchou is so loyal n' will always be at your side , angie ! ! really soft n' caring towards you , although when he tries to cook for you you may need to be in da kitchen with him . . ‎(╥﹏╥) but he always tries his best n' nothing makes him smile wider than whenever he gets to make you smile !

@kentoangel ❤︎ kita shinsuke ⌒ roma , you deserves a love so tender , pure , sweet . . an eternal honeymoon love ! one dat i think kita can give you so earnestly , spilling his heart into your palms :3 it is an added bonus dat he is such a family man ; oooo could you imagine how cute you would be with their children ? 'm thinking two twin daughters n' a baby boy , on a house atop a hill overlooking da sea . . . a married life so quaint and beautiful ! !

@soumies ❤︎ oikawa tooru ⌒ eeee such a playful n' adorable couple ! tooru will always keep you entertained , n' knows just how to take you mind off da bad things whenever you're having a bad day . there's nothing some smores made over da stovetop + taking a shower together + cuddles n' kisses can't cure ‎◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

@nagumoan ❤︎ dan heng ⌒ such a calm n' chill couple , everyone loves you two together (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) ! dan heng loves to stroke your hair while you lay your head in his lap n' da two of you are reading , loves when you play with his hair while he listens to your new music . overall it's just such a sweet n' healthy relationship !

@mydiluc ❤︎ ryuguuji ken ⌒ da perfect daddy for graybun :3 ! ! he'll take da best care of you — protect you n' love you like it's da last thing he'll do . definitely likes to have you sit on his lap whenever it's possible n' rest his chin on your shoulder , lean into your neck n' leave little kisses there to make you giggle ! waaah he's just da bestest for gray !

@lunargrapejuice ❤︎ kamisato ayato ⌒ oooo luna n' ayato would make such an elegant couple ! he spoils you with so many gifts — da finest silks n' most extravagant of sweet treats , n' eeeee ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა loves putting your jewelry on for you n' also taking it off for you . . wink wonk . . . ehe he just adores to treat you like da precious little princess of his dat you are !

@ushiwhacka ❤︎ sawamura daichi ⌒ rika please i think daichi is so pawfect for u :3 ! ! he's so caring n' protective n' spoils you with how much he does for you [ like cutting onions for ur dinner hehe ! ] i think he has a bit of a penchant to baby you , but you love it when he does , so it is a win for da both of you ! !

@tetzoro ❤︎ gojo satoru ⌒ da prettiest girl needs da prettiest boy on her arm of course ! ! but in all seriousness , dis is d it couple . da supa sweet girlfie and her boyfie who she softens around his edges . . . i think satoru would absolutely melt at how kind n' welcoming you are with everyone , n' definitely calls you an angel because of it (∩´͈ ᵕ `͈∩ ྀི)

@saintshiba ❤︎ ushijima wakatoshi ⌒ i think dis sweet n' stoic hunk of a man would be absolutely smitten with you vlynnie . is always talking about you to his team , is always thinking about you whenever he's walking past da market n' spots your fave food , or some trinkets he thinks you'd like :3 he may not be all dat chatty , but he's always looking out for u , n' loves you sooooo much ! !

@suashii ❤︎ mitsuya takashi ⌒ suasua , just thinking about you n' tsuya together makes me all giddy ! ! da two of you are such a chill couple , da couple dat everyone adores ! i cn so see library study dates , you reviewing material for your midterms n' fashion student tsuya making sketches for his designs :3 you're his biggest muse n' he always makes u try on his clothes ! ! !

@maggiosluvr ❤︎ zhongli ⌒ seokie n' zhongli . . beautiful , beautiful couple ໒꒰ྀི ᵒ̴̶̷ ᵕ ก̀ ꒱ྀི১ like two glaze lillies swaying side by side together in da wind , two trees whose branches reach out n' brush over da others . . . a love so deeply rooted into da earth n' transcends lifetimes . a love full of romantic prose on pages dat you share with each other , brewing tea n' watching missus moon from da window as you curl up into his arms n' drift off . . .

@bunicate ❤︎ thoma ⌒ da sweetest bunnie deserves da bestest owner :3 thoma can never say no to you , you are his biggest vice ! ! always indulges your cute little pleas n' spoils you silly . is babying you n' cooing at you as soon as you get all teary eyed , da last thing he want to do to you is make you upset :C ! ! you've got him wrapped around your finger babie !

[iceunhie]

HAPPY NEW YEAR (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ !

i honestly didn't know i would get this far in this blog and i sure most definitely did NOT expect to be able to make so many people's days with my works. to my followers, thank you so so so much for supporting every post of mine and for taking the time to read the silly little writings i post ever since i started this blog at ( 08/22/2023 ) for your kind words, funny reblogs and overall general love for all my works. it truly does mean alot to me. to all my anons who have went ham in my inbox, you all brighten up my day, even though i take so long to respond 😭 to my mutuals, i've met so many cool people here and tumblr has become such a place of comfort for me because of you all. i wish everyone a happy new year and also a toast to more memories and experiences with you all. m.notes ⊂⁠(⁠´⁠･⁠◡⁠･⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° -> to all the moots i haven't mentioned, please know that i hold you all so highly and will fight for u all with my life, have a wonderful and amazing new year!!!

🎆 MESSAGES FOR YOU !

for my anons : calc, printsessa, ⚡ anon, delivery anon, all nameless anons -> YOU GUYSSSSS (gn) you are all so sweet, thank u so so much for leaving brainrots and funny ass concepts to the table about anything at all!! please do interact with me more sometime, i may not express it well but i truly do appreciate everyone of you.

@i23kazu // @yinyinggie -> you have been such a driving force in curating my entire Tumblr experience to be safe, happy, and always so loving. your positivity and endless kindness have been a huge impact on me and clearly, a lot of people as well! you have always made the genshinblr experience for me so amazing because you take the time to make events and creating the two servers i hold so close to my heart; you're always such a ray of sunshine, and you garner admiration and exude comfort.

to me, you are lucent — bright, dazzling and always so amicable. it is a huge joy talking to you and getting to know you, happy 2024 to u yinggie!

@vennnnn-diagram -> VEN MY VEN 🥺 sobs,,,, you're such a fun person to be around! thank you for recommending sm scara stuff and being able to be one of my fav people and THE scara stan fr. a notif from you never fails to brighten my day, and thank you for being one of my first moots and friends on the astronetwork.

i would write more about you but then i would probably go over the text limit so HAHAHAH erm. you are the spontaneous burst of fireworks in the night sky, often fleeting, but your presence burns bright in my mind nonetheless. may 2024 treat you with all the happiness and kindness you deserve.

@meidnightrain -> meisha. you are. you are the fizziness of sparkling wine, able to keep me up my toes with your energy and overall vibes. you silly alhaitham hater now kisser /aff it's always such a wonderful experience talking to you!! your personality does a whole 180 most of the time, which brings so many giggles and laughs to my face whenever we talk in the server.

your writing is nothing if not a warm hug that makes you feel homey and comfortable, and i honestly didn't expect myself to be on your wavelength so well!! there's no doubt you're one of the lights that paved the way for me in some of my more difficult moments. ily, and may you have a blessed 2024.

@faesther -> miss es!!!! essie!!! esther!!! you are just someone i absolutely respect; the way you hold yourself and your grounding nature, it makes me feel stable and your presence is vv soothing to me. THE xiao general alatus conquerer of demons lover and spouse. you're also one whose humor is often out of pocket, but is a welcome addition to any conversations.

i love talking to you and just how considerate you are to everyone in the server, yet your beliefs and the way you can firmly be who you are - calm and collected as well as assured, we love a queen who knows what she wants hehe happy 2024 to u miss es!

@realkavehgf -> i am going to gnaw on you. /j ofc but shin! oh shin you're such an authentic and yet complex human being who i've come to be endeared with in more ways than one. whatever anyone says about you and whenever you need someone to talk to, my dms are always open with welcoming arms. iykyk but you're very red coded skskdjdjfj thank you for the weird conversations and the endless spew of kaveh gifs HAHA, this year i hope to make even more memories with you (⁠⊃⁠｡⁠•́⁠‿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)⁠⊃ ILY U KAVEH SNIFFER /silly

@heiayen -> mx heia how do you do? *tips imaginary tophat to you* heia you r just a ball of chaos and a treat to be around aaahhh ur writing and your brain. i love love love rambling about the fantasy au with you, about the mafia au and many more!! hope we get more interactions next year heia, and have a happy new year.

@so2uv -> JUN???!!!!!! i JUST saw ur moot appreciation post and first of all. I SHOULD SAY THE SAME FOR U??? ur writing is so giggling and feet kicking inducing and ur literally so funny ha u alpha wolf 🫵 AND YES u may psychoanalyze me and my crippling wanderer hyperfixation. our interactions may be short but ur def one of the moots i can't forget. let 2024 be the start of more interactions and conversations, sol 🫂

@ryuryuryuyurboat -> rolls eyes..... ayato kisser 🤨 /j /j happy happy new year to you miss yukari!! u r so fun to be with istg i remember that one funny stunt we pulled when we disguised as anon and,,,, yk what that was so no more elaboration. u r my accomplice in chaos and fellow brainrot enjoyer, and i always love how you're so sweet, kind, wonderful, and so so easy to be around???? genuinely love whenever u pop up in my notifs. ily yuyu may you red panda ur way through this year and have a 🥮 too!!

@ywalara -> I AM IN TEARS. yona. YONAAAAAAA (insert ueueue copypaste) we just recently became moots and ur writing is so, so pretty??? it's calming, and your layout + general vibe and it's always so cool talking with u omg,,,, hope we get to talk more in the future and I'm returning the sentiment too; may your creative endeavors prosper and flourish this 2024.

@snobwaffles -> THE server cyno. ur art is so nommable, ur GIFs always make me crack up, and the way your humor literally makes its way to the conversation so naturally that i don't feel intimidated talking to you!!!!!! ahhh you're also one of the first moots i got on genshinblr and GOSH am i thankful u are. it's always so fun to be around you, snob and you're such a vibrant and a person with a huge and considerate heart. ur character analyses??? UR THEORIES??? snob is genshin impact. u are hyv's employee real jk jk (unless 😦) happy new year to you snob!

@ansy-tea -> fellow kababayan 🤧 we haven't talked much as of late but i still remember when we used to talk about dottore alot in the network server HAHAHAH i hope things go well for you and i hope to see more of you this 2024! ily ansy 🫶🫶

@kiochisato -> THE SILLY /POS aahhhh one of my moots from the editing community!! UR SO TALENTED AND LIKE?????? Everything U make is so so pretty i am going to sob so bad rn ackkk kio ur also super fun to interact with! thank u for bringing me up when i once had quite the huge doubts about my writing, and you've helped me a lot of times even though you may not have noticed haha,,,,

i live seeing ur reblogs and you going on about ur day being the most loveable, silliest, most amazing human being ever!!!! happy new year to you and may many more interactions shall we experience in the future.

@kizakiss -> hello bunso!!! happy new year to you (kahit delayed na HAHAHA) seriously rin, thank you so so much for every little reblog you have on my fics like?????? ur so sweet ur so cute ugh u cutie fr fr, ur comments on my fics always leave me weak and flustered bc they're so sincere........ from the heart, and you're always so bubbly that a smile will always find its way to my face whenever we talk in the server ;;;; maligayang 2024 sa iyo bunso! have fun, make new memories and keep being who you are because you are a beautiful, admirable and awesome human being.

so so many more people to tag but @chichikoi, @yrbladie, @staretes. @adiluv, @ph-xntasy, // @yuelliiii, @rainswept, @dumbificat, @kazumist, @mondaymelon @cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme, @lemonarcade, @ainescribe + zee, penpen, boo, ek, orion, shiro, eun, bell and everyone else in the all the servers i'm in. happy new year to you all and know that appreciate and care deeply for everyone of you.

sincerely and from the heart, mhie 💗

[inkpot909]

Can I get a Spike x raeder

The reader was kind with Spike and all but he didn't need a kid adult like in his team so he was always treating them like..idk "whatever" "ok." "Just leave me alone" and so on

But one day the reader gets in the way of a criminal taking the bullet for Spike and they say "thanks goodness you're ok" while bleeding out and Spike regrets it,he doesn't want them to go away,so he apologizes,saying that he needed them taht he would stop teasing them or treating them bad

They get together in the end :)

U can add as much angst as u want

A/n: Thank you thank you so much for the fun request! I feel awful for not being able to finish it for a while; getting caught up in personal matters. I appreciate the support and truly hope it was worth the wait. Have a lovely day; as well as all others reading. <3

Warning(s): Swearing; brief mentions of blood/canon-typical violence; light angst.

This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go. 

It’s a dreadful thought lingering in the back of Spike Spiegel’s mind. Instead of pulling him away from them, fully in the present where he should be, a ricocheting gunshot nearly grazing across his shoulder only hammers the point home. 

It seems that’s the route most bounties have gone down as of late. Realistically, he knows he shouldn’t even pretend to be surprised anymore. And usually, high-stakes entice him. But tonight was supposed to- no, it had to be different for safety’s sake. That much so was made very apparent.

What was originally meant to be a sneaky, difficult yet rewarding job, has mutated into a public gunfight taking place within a famously high-class bar. Having tracked the bounty to this location, things quickly went array upon the realization that most of the security in the building is in the palm of their hand. The bounty himself has presumably slipped away in the commotion, letting others take care of the dirty work for him.

The messiness of the situation has forced Spike and you both into a corner, desperately having to duck for cover. If it weren’t so tense- bullets flying in the air seemingly at every turn -Spike would almost laugh. It’s delightful (if not, a tad bit macabre) to see the place be wrecked to hell in a contextless vaccum. A handful of bodies are scattered across marble flooring along with broken tables and seats. By now, most innocent bystanders are either in hiding or found a way to flee the scene. Blood pouring onto the floor from bodies or light droplets from those still standing contrast heavily with a monochrome color scheme. It’s the kind of joint Spiegel usually wouldn’t ever think to step foot in; mingling with rich types isn’t exactly his cup of tea. On the flip side, maybe the owner at least has hope of being able to repair the mess themselves (a vain hope; as both him and you will most likely have to pay for property damage regardless of the owners funds).

Finding an opening to do so, Spike whirls his body around while swiftly reloading his revolver. Sticking his head up from behind the bar, he barely has enough time to understand the positions of those firing.

Just a few yards away from him on his left, you keep yourself hidden behind a table turned onto its side. Spike ducks below the bar once more, cursing underneath his breath. Blood is trickling down your right leg, clear signs of an injury. From what, exactly, eludes him for the time being.

The dark look on your face is unwavering, however. In fact, you’ve maintained a serious exterior for almost the entire night. It’s enough to put a hindrance on Spike’s breathing, albeit briefly. Such an intense presence doesn’t suit you at all. 

You momentarily pull your attention from the action across the room, sensing someone’s eyes on you. Sure enough, you meet Spike’s gaze immediately. Nodding to one another, a beat comes and goes before the two of you move in tandem. Raising your guns, you both rise up quick enough to fire a shot or two. 

This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go. 

Crouching down, Spike stares at his feet. Despite holding his head low, his eyes give the impression that he’s looking at something far away. His lips press together in a thin line, letting out a long sigh. Jet’s going to have our heads for this, he expects.

Despite your cool front, you’d been as reckless and clumsy as ever (Spike’s words not yours). He had half a mind to blame you for the shootout, but even he has to admit he knows better than that. Although you fired the first shot, he might as well have done so himself via his own thick headedness. Just as Spike predicted would happen earlier the same day, you ended up hurt. However, he’d done just about everything his older companion told him not to, and here you are suffering the consequences along with him.

...

“Isn’t the whole point of this bounty to be discreet?” Spike muses, arms crossed. His expression is soured, and shoulders stiffened in defense. Sprawled out against the Bebop’s couch, he’s sat himself opposite of Jet. Well aware of how uncomfortably upright the yellow furniture is, his vegged out form is working to drive home a point more than anything else. 

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Jet replies, voice gruff and short. 

The younger man scoffs, raising his arms and gesturing to his right wildly. “Then why the hell-...” Spike pauses, rubbing his temple, “Then why… do you think I need to bring along Y/n? Surely it’d be better if I-”

“Because they work swiftly and are the most likely to keep you from inflicting your usual brand of collateral damage. I’d say they’ll do well to keep you from messing this up well enough.” Jet cuts him off casually. 

“What? So they’re my babysitter? You know how they are- they’ll just get in the way.”

Jet bites back, “Spike, I swear this’ll go smoothly if you just accept their help. Don’t you dare think of going off on your own. The bounty’s got connections and has reportedly been on high alert since the price on his head increased. We don’t have all the details, but there’s enough to know it could get ugly. You’ll be kicking the bucket if you don’t get your head screwed on straight.”

“We both know the chance of that happening,” Spike huffs.

“Yeah, right… less likely than you admitting to yourself the real reason you get so high-strung about Y/n.” 

The fluffy-haired man raises an eyebrow.

“It’s because you like them, but saying so must not be in vogue nowadays, so you tell yourself it’s just because they’re childish- or whatever made up reason it is this week.”

“They are childish.” 

“And you aren’t?” Jet questions, “I’d think refusing to follow a well-informed decision just to avoid who you’re going to be working with is pretty immature.” 

Silence follows, the moment thick with thought. 

Making a face, Spike abruptly kicks his leg forward and smacks his foot against the side of Jet’s cute coffee table. He doesn’t even open his eyes at the booming, metallic sound. “As if a bright green racer with a goddamn flower plastered on the side of it won’t make us stick out everywhere we go!” Spike exclaims, clearly still hung up on Jet’s previous statement or sending him an implicit warning to shut his mouth.

“I’m sorry, but how many repairs have you needed on that obnoxiously red racer of yours in the past month!?” Jet snapped, finally looking his crewmate in the eye. “Y/n and you are the best choice for this sort of job. You’re going with them; end of story. The sooner you get the bounty the sooner you can come home sulking about it.”

Not twenty minutes later, Spike found himself begrudgingly walking next to you heading towards the Bebop’s garage. You maintain a youthful spring to your step, while he practically drags his feet on the floor following you. 

“Hurry up, slow poke!” you jest, stopping in front of the garage door. Turning towards him, you tap your foot repeatedly as if you’re being forced to wait for him. 

“Maybe you should start practicing blending into the shadows for when we land,” he suggests, moving past you, “You know… being unnoticeable.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you giggle, “You’d miss out on what you like the most about me!” 

Sneering, he responds non-committedly, “Yeah… sure.”

“Oh, don’t deny it, Spiegel.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You huff, a playful edge to your tone, “C’mon… at least admit I’m more fun than Faye; that can’t possibly be difficult to voice out loud.”

“I’m not admitting shit,” he suddenly snaps, “I just want to get this done; I could really use that reward- so let’s go.”

Frowning, your gaze hesitates on his person as he turns on his heel and shuffles away. He moves with hasty steps towards his precious racer for extra measure.

Your shoulders fall, but his back is turned to you. And even if it wasn't, you are certain by now that it wouldn’t make a difference. The wall he’s built between the two of you is sturdy and unmoving, but hell if you haven’t tried your hand time and time again at tearing it down.

But unknown to you, his thoughts haven’t moved his attention away.

Select bounty missions notwithstanding, nothing ever seemed to truly wipe the smile from your face. Even then, most times you can keep a playful edge to your actions and attitude. Spike Spiegel hates that. It’s hypocritical, considering his own behavior at times, but logic is (apparently) irrelevant. Nothing ever seems to get to you either, and that’s the most frustrating. Nothing he ever says or does gets to you. From the tiniest comment to the very reasons behind Jet's latest stream of lectures- he hardly has witnessed you bat an eyelid at it all.

It’s not that he necessarily dislikes you as a whole, but something angry inside him bubbles over around you. Still fresh in the bounty hunter world, your attitude just appears… too naïve. The feeling you fill him with is foreign, and why someone ‘so simple’ can get his mind racing is beyond him. Within the dim lighting the Bebop offers, barely reaching the inside of his racer, Spike has long been so sure you’d never find common footing he doesn’t even consider it an assumption anymore. 

...

Amidst his thoughts, the two of you manage to shave the number of shooters down by a considerable amount. 

Still eager to be done with the case (even if it means coming back empty handed at this rate), Spike takes the opportunity to fully rush away from behind the bar completely. Taking a dive, he shoots another individual just before tumbling to the floor. As he rolls himself over to find complete cover once more, he loudly lets out a curse after a loud gunshot fires in the air. 

“Spike!?” you squeak, whipping around to see the man on the floor cradling his foot. Both his hands are clasped around his shoe, knuckles turning ghost white from applied pressure. Your eyes widen, dropping your adopted expression. “Are you alright!?” you shout. 

“Less worry; more shooting!” he barks, wincing at a shot of pain trailing violently up his leg. 

Not needing to be told twice, you focus your efforts back on the task at hand. He hears three distinct gunshots from your side of the room. Two thuds come from the far end his back is facing, a sound he recognizes as clothed bodies hitting the floor. To Spike’s relief, deafening sounds of guns firing comes to a complete halt. 

You drop to the floor as well, buttocks making harsh contact with marble. Turning just your head this time, you meet Spike’s gaze once more. Not a second passes before the two of you share an exhausted laugh. Your tone is light and thankful, his is booming and pushing through fierceness beginning to fade. 

“As best as we can… we’re keeping this from getting back to Jet or Faye,” Spike mumbles, leaning his head back after calming himself down. 

Smiling warmly, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and move your attention. Your eyes scan the back of the bar, squinting slightly. The walls are littered with bullet holes, and you’ve no doubt the amount of which are near impossible for one person to count alone. A shady figure lingers in a bathrooms door frame, and at least two tables in the back are snapped in half-

Wait… 

Realistically, the figure in the distance moves fast. To you, the gut reaction is so quick hindsight allows you to fool yourself into believing you had even a moment to think about your actions. To understand what exactly it was you’re doing. To process all that transpires within the next couple of seconds. 

But that isn’t really the case. You merely registered the shadowed individual’s frame, and the reflective light bouncing off the pistol in their hand. It was all you needed to act, diving to the side so quickly that ‘desperate’ wouldn’t be enough to describe the action. 

A shout erupts from behind you, frantic and unfathomably angry. More sounds of gunshots fill the air; curse words and other profanities fill any available space. You can distinctly make out Spike’s voice, and one more that’s unknown to you. It’s very deep and masculine, though, from what you can understand.

You attempt to roll your body over, but a sharp pain just below your collarbone and near your shoulder keeps you from doing so. Vision blurs at random, and you can scarcely make out your companion (roommate?) standing in front of you. When exactly did he get there? 

Your eyes flutter open and shut. 

You feel someone kneeing you in the side, and your eyes snap open to observe Spike bending down beside you. Slowly but surely, your vision stabilizes. When did he…? Is the mysterious shooter still around? You attempt to move again, but this time the pain you feel is so prominent you cry out and screw your eyelids shut. 

“Oi oi oi…” you hear Spike’s voice call. “Don’t strain yourself, dummy,” he tells you, having absolutely no bite behind his words. At least, none you could make out. Still, you're inclined to wonder if it’s still just your own shock over getting shot making you misunderstand. 

“Bounty got away…” he huffed, gently sitting you up against a fallen table. Giving you an apologetic look, he rips the side of your top open. You put up no fight, watching him wrap your bullet wound with whatever makeshift materials he’s found lying around. 

“Was that who was standing in the back?” you ask, voice kept low. 

“Yeah,” he replies, “ I thought the coward hightailed it and ran… but I guess he wanted the last laugh. Erm- tried to at least. He ended up running anyway.” 

“Him and this ‘team’ if his will probably persue us, then,” you sigh, “Now we have to hunt him down before he gets us…” Pausing, you take a minute to mull over your words. “I’m really sorry. This is all my-“

“Don’t,” he cuts you off calmly, gesturing to your injuries. “Not when you’re like this.”

Smiling despite yourself, he stops his movements at the display. Ignoring the shock on his face, you ask, “What? You worried about me?” 

Spike hesitates, physically moving his chest away from you. “Don’t be absurd,” he scoffs, speaking unconvincingly. He continues, wrapping around the wound once more before stopping himself yet again. His frown deepens, adding, “And stop smiling like that.” 

“Why?”

“Because you were just shot!” he snaps, “And nearly slipped out of consciousness!” 

“Ah…” heat rushes to your face, “So you were worried…” 

“I-… yes, fine, okay?” his head falls, giving in.

You snort, “That sounded painful.” 

“Tonight’s been stressful; you haven't been acting like yourself all night. Even on a job… it’s not like you to get so serious. What was with you?”

You shrug sheepishly, avoiding his gaze. “Thought you’d like it better that way.”

“It freaked me out, why would-“

Spike halted his words. He knew exactly why, but the night has been a long string of his own mistakes so it’s been tough keeping up. And here’s the biggest one yet, coming straight towards him holding a steel chair: How he treats you. More specifically, how he spoke to you earlier. How indifferent, borderline annoyed, he always acts. It’s true, he’s long been trying to figure out how to press your buttons. But all at once it’s clear that it does get to you. Now that it’s showing, even just a small bit, his wall between you two starts to crumble.

“Couldn’t let anything happen to you either…” you mumble when he doesn’t continue, “Jet was telling me how easily the job could be slipped up. I was a bit intimidated… and when you spoke to me earlier I guess I just accepted that it would be a little out of my league. This was my first real ‘big gig’ after all… and I couldn’t accept the idea of disappointing you.”

Nodding, he finished up the last of tending to the wound for the time being. Regardless, his hand lingers on your shoulder supportively. “I’m… sorry I’ve been hard on you. This lifestyle’s really roughened me out; guess I should be glad it hasn’t gotten to you yet,” he mutters, adding a quick, “You did good.”

The moment it slips from his mouth, he is taken aback. He means that too, but that’s the part that surprises him. Then again, you’d surprised him yourself.

A grin flashes across your face. Sweet and genuine, without a sting of pain. Spike’s heart feels heavy with just a simple glance. It’s like the first time he ever saw you, back when he was keen to notice a glowing aura you possessed. He’d describe it as a pure beauty, if he could have swallowed his pride. However, it’s the added context of knowing who you really are that keeps his attention on you this time around.

“You think I have hope of becoming a ‘real’ bounty hunter like you someday?” you ask, referencing a conversation you’ve shared once before. 

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, sweetheart,” he replies, a tiny smile appearing on his face. 

Sharing a breathily laugh, the two of you soon sit and stare at one another in silence. Outside, people are shouting and police sirens are flaring. Yet his diligent ogling isn’t hindered in the slightest. 

“What about respect…?” you test the waters, voice quiet and careful, “You think I’ve at least earned that?”

Smirking, Spike’s head slowly moves from your shoulder to the back of your head. His own leaning down crookedly in correlation, speaking now in a low whisper, “Don’t be modest… you’ve earned more than that.” 

In one swift motion, his lips press against yours in a surprisingly soft kiss. Even as people began to pile into the building, police enforcements leading the way, the two of you stayed glued to one another. A news crew even caught a glimpse of the display of affection, only adding to outside confusion. 

Breaking away from the kiss, you giggle against his lips, “We’re on TV.”

“Give ‘em a show, then, yeah?” he smirks, leaning closer and planting another kiss on your lips. 

At home, within the Bebop’s common area, Jet plops down in his favorite seat with Ein at his side. The man nearly falls out of his chair upon turning on his television.