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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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01 // sly villain – diluc .

note !! the first part out of two chapters (completed). a rewrite and copied from one of my first Tumblr fics, Sly Villain. (very cringe) Part 1 is more of a brainrot, part 2 is a fic.

contains !! she/her reader, fic + brainrot format, very messy, villainous reader, soft obsessive themes, mild violence, rated mature but otherwise sfw. very much inspired by that diluc cutscene where he interrogated an abyss mage by burning.

synopsis !! Imagine sneaking around Mondstadt as a Fatui Agent and getting caught by the Darknight Hero. He demands to know what you're planning or any sort of information, and you perfectly act the part of a scared underling who's only following orders. You can't help it, you're at the bottom of the Fatui food chain, you’re a disposable puppet. This is what you tell him in tears as he hesitantly lets you go. It's weeks later when you shake his hand, introducing yourself as the 12th Harbinger.

It was simple, really.

After La Signora’s parting, her previous roles were divided amongst the Harbingers; and despite her rather. . . domineering personality, she was a competent businesswoman who dealt with all the diplomatic affairs under her jurisdiction.

One of them being Mondstadt.

In all honesty, you would’ve chosen Sumeru. You heard about that little outlander, desperately looking for their sibling and ruining the plans of your coworkers. How you imagined what it would be like to finally meet such an interesting figure in your grey, bleak life.

Before you could even offer to take on Sumeru, that darned Dottore had grabbed the papers and convinced Pierro he was most suited for the job, leaving you to that plain ol’ windy nation – leaving you desperate for a source of entertainment now that your opportunity to meet the traveler was taken.

You skimmed through the records you were provided as your carriage rode down to the last stop before the city: Springvale. Previous notes of Signora, mixed with official and unofficial reports by the Fatui stationed there. You add in your own thoughts by the end of each report.

Jean Gunnhildr – Acting Grand Master, KoF. Daughter of the Gunnhildr Clan. Sister to Barbara Pegg. Anemo user. Boring. Goody two shoes.

Eula Lawrence – Reconnaissance Captain, KoF. Daughter of the Lawrence Clan. Cryo User. Useful? Can be turned against Mond?

Kaeya Alberich – Cavalry Captain, KoF. Previously fostered by the noble Ragnvindr Clan. Cryo User. Familiar. Under Pierro's sight. Why though?

The list was long and extensive -a testament to Signora’s eye for detail- but to you, it just meant more useless things. You could care less about anyone’s life story. Flipping through the pages, your eyes settled on one empty page.

Or, an almost empty page.

Darknight Hero – Pyro User. Vigilante. Wears all black + mask. Sabotaged the following missions*. Sabotaged the following stations and camps** (SEE BELOW).

You've always been the careful type, wanting to know the layout of every city you've stepped foot in. The aspect of being at a disadvantage simply because it's not your home base bothered you. And this? This was an opportunity to feed your boredom. Perhaps you'd find something worthwhile.

Mondstadt was serene at night; the stroll to the city from Springvale was almost enjoyable had you not been so excited to sneak into the city in a cicin mage uniform! You didn't attempt to hide your suspicious actions — no, you wanted to get caught. Not that you were confident he'd be patrolling; somehow, you just knew the rumored hero would be around.

And you were right! The minute you attempted to approach an unsuspecting teenager staying up way past their bedtime, you were kicked back into an alley. Movement so efficient and silent, you were almost shocked. A masked man with flaming red hair pushes you up against the wall, his tight grip on your wrist rapidly heating to the point it might leave burns.

‘Is this a pyro vision?’

He stares you down with a glare, eyes prettier than any ruby or agnidus agate you own. You almost smirk as excitement builds up in your stomach.

“What's your purpose here? Don't you dare tell me it's for diplomacy. This area is off-bounds for the Fatui.” He spat. The way he says Fatui with so much hatred has your back shivering in delight.

“I- I was only wandering around!” You stutter as you weakly tug at his vice grip.

“What were you planning to do with that teenager?” He pushes your body back again, the back of your head hitting the concrete wall.

“I- was going to ask for directions!”

“Don't lie to me. You've been lurking around the area. You're not lost.” You felt him losing patience as your wrist burns slightly. It hurts enough to make you whimper, but you can't help the internal joy upon your discovery: the darknight hero isn't just a random civilian doing vigilante work — no, he's a vision user with enough experience to interrogate and stalk a Fatui agent.

“L-like I said, I needed directions! Please let me go!”

“I can burn more than just your wrist if you keep this up.” Tears welled up in your eyes as you made an obvious sob. You feel the heat in your wrist diminishing.

‘So he's a sympathetic anti-hero? How cute,’ You thought to yourself.

“I-I’m just an agent under the 12th Harbinger! I was ordered to scout the area in p-preparation for her arrival. That's all I was told, I swear!”

“What do you mean that's all you know?” He says with a low growl, before he can continue you start to ramble, perfecting the reaction of a scared little agent.

“This e-envoy trip is my first big assignment, please! I’m at the bottom of-of the Fatui hierarchy, I-I just followed orders.” The masked vigilante stares at you for a few seconds longer, eyes narrowing in suspicion. As Diluc, he's starting to feel like the villain in the way he's threatening a vulnerable newbie but his gut was telling him that something was terribly wrong here. it's not easy to fool the overly careful darknight.

Pride swelled in you the moment he roughly releases his grip. There was a moment of silence as you bring your wrist to your chest, whimpering while you observe the slight burns that might leave a mark for a few months.

“I suggest you think twice about your career choice,” He says, looking back at you. You nod quickly, unsure if he feels remorse or sympathy but the fact that he walks away without another word implies that he wasn't planning on taking the conversation any further.

The minute you arrived in the hotel that fateful night, you immediately ordered your agents to find out the identity of Mondstadt’s darknight hero. Each day, they would tell you they failed. Each day, you'd punish them for their failures. To your agents, they saw it as the beginning of an obsession: this was only supported by the fact that you'd caress the burn mark on your wrist so sweetly.

It was your impatience that caused you to use your vision in order to figure out the darknight’s identity. Imagine your delight when you found out it was Mondstadt’s very own bachelor and tycoon, whom you'll be meeting in a few days.

It was your long-awaited moment. Your underling opened the carriage door. Your heart started beating loudly– Not out of nervousness — no, it was the pure excitement of meeting such an interesting figure that can quench your boredom with life.

You walked up the stairs to the Favonius headquarters, seeing the Acting Grandmaster putting on a polite smile, the famous librarian right next to her, and — him.

Diluc Ragnvindr stood with the aura you expected of a nobleman. He didn't sport a polite smile or a welcoming atmosphere, yet he was beautiful and you craved for him. You greeted the ladies first with a small bow, exchanging quick pleasantries and introducing yourself as the 12th Harbinger before turning to the redhead.

He raises his hand — whether it was in an effort to kiss the back of your knuckles or to shake your hand, you'll never know — Instead he pauses when he sees the hand you place on his. Burn mark in full view where the imprints of his fingers never quite faded. You smile at him, the object of your obsession.

“I don't believe this is the first time we met, Lord Ragnvindr.”

masterlist 02 || original ch. 01 || ch. 02 (end) || part 1 is more of a brainrot, but part 2 is a fic

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#diluc #diluc x reader #kaeya #fatui reader #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin diluc #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x you #fatui #genshin fanfic

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1dkl0l · 7 months

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The Fear Of Being Seen/My Own Presence

I’m scrolling through TikTok and video after video pops up: If you’re not doing this, you’re ruining your life. Another one: If people aren’t leaving a conversation obsessed with you, you’re doing it wrong. Misinformation is rampant. My life as a stay at home girlfriend. If you scroll past this you’re a terrible person. How to glow-up, how to get off your phone, how to start loving yourself, how to save Palestine. Scrolling through it I know the algorithm serves me as much as I serve it. The moment you create an account and start scrolling, it's like a newborn baby in your arms. Watching, reacting, learning from all your behavior and movements and storing it away so you keep coming back to hold it in your hands. My feed, the videos I see are dictated by my input. So then why do I feel so terrible by the end of it? It’s like a magnifying glass for all of my deepest insecurities and pointless beefs with myself. My hip dips, my double chin, my not-dainty-or-coquette-at-all feet, my needs, my empty purse and heavy eye bags, my less than streamlined-optimized, un-picturesque life. I stop and stare at the beautiful girls on the screen, probably lip-syncing to crystal castles or deftones. Wishing I was them, wishing I could look away and never see anyone as perfect again. I could never be an exhibitionist but on my phone, I turn into a voyeur. I want to be them and at the same time I hate them, hate them for their beauty and their endless praise, their instant friends and doe gaze. You can’t say things like this outloud though, because it reveals to others something within yourself they’d rather turn away from, in themselves, and also in you. Like a pothole they sidestep in the road to not fall down on, a muddy reflection in the lake. I know I’m an angry person, is the thing. For all the times people have told me, “You’re so sweet.” I thank god they can’t taste how bitter the inside of my mouth is. I think we have to be this way though, and everyone has things about themselves which they’ll go to great lengths to hide. In a world full of shame and secrets, most of us would rather die than feel exposed. But the internet is full of exposure, and reeks of shame in every corner, and we learn from the treatment we witness others receive. For those of us who grew up isolated and cut off from their peers, the internet may have seemed like a safe-haven to hide. You could be anonymous, you could be a loser in real life but a god on tumblr or insane on 4chan or whatever your prerogative was. Especially growing up in an abusive household, the internet was an escape. I could lock myself in my room and go on my laptop or phone to disappear from the scene in front of me or inside me. I found more empathy and understanding from strangers than my own father. But now I wonder how much it has distorted my view of the world and others, and I resent the fact that it raised me more than my parents ever did. How many of us turned to our phones so we wouldn’t have to look at our parents faces? Yesterday I was watching a video on youtube and the narrator said how mothers and daughters are uniquely connected because of the way a mother and daughters amygdala are connected. Mothers and daughters have a unique ability to feel one another's pain. I was in the car with my mom once and she reached over to smooth out the crease between my furrowed brows. “Stop, my mother always did that,” She said, “I would wonder what she was thinking about. You do it too.” And sometimes I look in the mirror and I don’t know who I feel more, myself, my mothers finger on my forehead, or the internet. I want to look away from her, to look away from my mother, to reject her as her own mother rejected her, to cut off her fingers from my forehead. But I keep staring at the mirror, I can’t look away from the girl, I can’t turn from my own mother. I can’t take my eyes off of her. How to start loving yourself.

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rockislandadultreads · 11 months

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Read-Alike Friday: The Clockmaker's Daughter by Kate Morton

The Clockmaker's Daughter by Kate Morton

My real name, no one remembers. The truth about that summer, no one else knows.

In the summer of 1862, a group of young artists led by the passionate and talented Edward Radcliffe descends upon Birchwood Manor on the banks of the Upper Thames. Their plan: to spend a secluded summer month in a haze of inspiration and creativity. But by the time their stay is over, one woman has been shot dead while another has disappeared; a priceless heirloom is missing; and Edward Radcliffe's life is in ruins.

Over one hundred and fifty years later, Elodie Winslow, a young archivist in London, uncovers a leather satchel containing two seemingly unrelated items: a sepia photograph of an arresting-looking woman in Victorian clothing, and an artist's sketchbook containing the drawing of a twin-gabled house on the bend of a river.

Why does Birchwood Manor feel so familiar to Elodie? And who is the beautiful woman in the photograph? Will she ever give up her secrets?

Told by multiple voices across time, The Clockmaker's Daughter is a story of murder, mystery and thievery, of art, love and loss. And flowing through its pages like a river, is the voice of a woman who stands outside time, whose name has been forgotten by history, but who has watched it all unfold: Birdie Bell, the clockmaker's daughter.

That Summer by Lauren Willig

2009: When Julia Conley hears that she has inherited a house outside London from an unknown great-aunt, she assumes it's a joke. She hasn't been back to England since the car crash that killed her mother when she was six, an event she remembers only in her nightmares. But when she arrives at Herne Hill to sort through the house—with the help of her cousin Natasha and sexy antiques dealer Nicholas—bits of memory start coming back. And then she discovers a pre-Raphaelite painting, hidden behind the false back of an old wardrobe, and a window onto the house's shrouded history begins to open...

1849: Imogen Grantham has spent nearly a decade trapped in a loveless marriage to a much older man, Arthur. The one bright spot in her life is her step-daughter, Evie, a high-spirited sixteen year old who is the closest thing to a child Imogen hopes to have. But everything changes when three young painters come to see Arthur's collection of medieval artifacts, including Gavin Thorne, a quiet man with the unsettling ability to read Imogen better than anyone ever has. When Arthur hires Gavin to paint her portrait, none of them can guess what the hands of fate have set in motion.

From modern-day England to the early days of the Preraphaelite movement, Lauren Willig's That Summer takes readers on an un-put-downable journey through a mysterious old house, a hidden love affair, and one woman's search for the truth about her past—and herself.

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi

Once upon a time, a man who believed in fairy tales married a beautiful, mysterious woman named Indigo Maxwell-Casteñada. He was a scholar of myths. She was heiress to a fortune. They exchanged gifts and stories and believed they would live happily ever after—and in exchange for her love, Indigo extracted a promise: that her bridegroom would never pry into her past.

But when Indigo learns that her estranged aunt is dying and the couple is forced to return to her childhood home, the House of Dreams, the bridegroom will soon find himself unable to resist. For within the crumbling manor’s extravagant rooms and musty halls, there lurks the shadow of another girl: Azure, Indigo’s dearest childhood friend who suddenly disappeared. As the house slowly reveals his wife’s secrets, the bridegroom will be forced to choose between reality and fantasy, even if doing so threatens to destroy their marriage . . . or their lives.

Combining the lush, haunting atmosphere of Mexican Gothic with the dreamy enchantment of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride is a spellbinding and darkly romantic page-turner about love and lies, secrets and betrayal, and the stories we tell ourselves to survive.

Atonement by Ian McEwan

On the hottest day of the summer of 1935, thirteen-year-old Briony Tallis sees her sister Cecilia strip off her clothes and plunge into the fountain in the garden of their country house. Watching her is Robbie Turner, son of the Tallis’s cleaning lady, whose education has been subsidized by Cecilia’s and Briony’s father, and who, like Cecilia, has recently come down from Cambridge. By day's end, their lives will be changed – irrevocably. Robbie and Cecilia will have crossed a boundary they had not imagined at its start. And Briony will have witnessed mysteries, seen an unspeakable word, and committed a crime for which she will spend the rest of her life trying to atone…

Brilliant and utterly enthralling in its depiction of love and war and class and childhood and England, Atonement is a profound – and profoundly moving – exploration of shame and forgiveness, of atonement and of the possibility of absolution.

Love & Treasure by Ayelet Waldman

A fugitive train loaded with the plunder of a doomed people. A dazzling jewelled pendant in the form of a stylized peacock. And three men - an American infantry captain in World War II, an Israeli-born dealer in art stolen by the Nazis, and a pioneering psychiatrist in fin-de-siècle Budapest - who find their carefully-wrought lives turned upside-down by three fierce women, each locked in a struggle against her own history and the history of our times. And at the centre of Love and Treasure, nested like a photograph hidden in a locket, a mystery: where does the worth of a people and its treasures truly lie? What is the value of a gift, when giver and recipient have been lost - of a love offering when the beloved is no more?

In an intricately constructed narrative that is by turns funny and tragic, thrilling and harrowing, with all the expertise and narrative drive that readers have come to expect from her work, Waldman traces the unlikely journey, from 1914 Budapest to post-war Salzburg to present-day New York, of the peacock pendant whose significance changes - token of friendship, love-offering, unlucky talisman with the changes of fortune undergone by her characters as they find themselves caught up in the ebb and flow of modern European history.

#historical fiction #fiction #fiction books #mystery #readalikes #kate morton #reading recommendations #reading recs #book recommendations #book recs #library books #tbr #tbrpile #to read #booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog

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scholars-of-nym · 9 months

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Grave

Setoto had been quite absent-minded lately. Alka Zolka fiddled with his battle-axe and practiced his movements with a frown - he should ask her, he thought to himself.

Setoto was sitting at a safe distance on a half-collapsed stone bench. Even now, when she’s usually studying the Nymian books Surito was able to dig up, she was simply staring off into space.

“Hrm…” Alka made up his mind. He sheathed his axe and walked over to Setoto, who blinked and looked up to him. He could see in her eyes she was still somewhere far away - even her smile, usually bright and wonderfull, was a little sad.

As she saw him approach, Setoto closed the book she wasn’t reading. “Ah, Alka! Have you finished your movements already?”

Alka nodded. “Yes, but more importantly -” he sat down next to her. “What’s wrong?”

Setoto blinked. “Oh, it’s - it’s nothing, I just…” She looked down, struggling to find words.

“Setoto,” Alka said gently. “I know that something’s on your mind. Please, share your burden with me.”

Setoto was quiet for a little while, avoiding Alka’s gaze. “Tomorrow’s my father’s birthday.” she whispered.

“Oh… I’m sorry…”

Setoto sighed. “I mean… I miss him, a lot, and I am glad that I have something to remember him by… but I can’t - he never got to have a burial…” Setoto put her head in her hands, her shoulders shaking. “I never got to say goodbye…”

Alka put his arm over her shoulders to comfort her. “I’m sorry, Setoto. That must be so hard.”

Without thinking, Setoto leaned a little closer to him. “I wish i could do something for him. I know I can’t bring him home - it’s far too late for that.”

Alka pondered it over, his brow furrowed. “What about a memorial stone? I know we can’t bury him, but… we can place it somewhere nice, and…”

Setoto nodded slowly, smiling through her tears. “Yes… I do think that would be nice.”

Alka smiled softly. “Good. Let’s pick one out, I’m sure there’s a suitable one around here… do you know how to chisel? I know someone who can teach you…”

Setoto nodded again. “Yes… let’s begin.”

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Along the shores of Bronze Lake, up on the cliffs, there’s a small patch where Nymeia lilies grow in the wild. It has a clear view of the palace and the little village that sprang up around it. A few young trees gave a scattering of shade in the midday sun.

In the midst of it all, a white marble stone foraged from the ruins of Nym, of the house, the home where Setoto and her father once lived. It was cut to shape, as smoothly as a novice could. The lettering may be shaky and unsteady, but there was no doubt that it was written with love.

Here lies the memory of my father, who gave his life in search of a cure for me, his daughter. An accomplished Scholar and a wonderful father, I will be forever grateful and filled with love for you. I pray you have found your rest.

“Thank you, Alka.” Setoto said quietly. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Alka smiled softly. “Anything for you.”

Setoto smiled, holding a large, white feathered quill. “He loved these, I never saw him without one. As soon as he’d gotten an idea, or wanted to note something he didn’t want to forget, he’s whip it out and write it down with it. Often he’d put it in his hat - even after he’d just used it, ink and all.” She chuckled. “It stained terribly, the workers at the washeries were always quite unhappy.”

She placed it at the base of the stone. “It feels good to remember.” she said, absent-mindedly. “It hurts, but… it’s nice, to share his memory.”

Alka nodded. “I’m sure he’d be proud of you.” He put a hand on her shoulder.

She looked up, wiping away a few new tears. “I’d like to be alone now, for a bit.”

“Of course.” He smiled gently. “I’ll stay here for the night. You can always find me if you wish for company.”

Setoto smiled back. “Thank you, Alka.”

As he retreated, Setoto looked back at the stone, and she sat down amidst the lilies. “I love you, father, and I miss you terribly. I wish you could see me - at last, I am myself again!” She sniffled. “I hope you like this spot - Alka found it, originally. I think you’d like him - he’s so very passionate and gallant, and he’s been a great help in my studies.”

She looked out over the lake, feeling the breeze on her face - something she dearly missed while she was a tonberry. She crouched closer to the stone and put her hand on it. “I’ll always remember you, and I’ll visit you regularly. I promise.”

The stone was starting to become warm in the sunlight, and she smiled through her tears.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv #ffxivwrite #setoto #alka zolka #big sad

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fvkmallory · 2 years

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(—) ★ spotted!! MALLORY WELLS on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 29 year old looks like LILY JAMES , but i don’t really see it. while the ACTRESS is known for being PERSONABLE my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be NAIVE i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song WOULD THAT I BY HOZIER { she/her - cisfemale} - penned by SOPHIE, 26, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER

mallory was famous before she even really knew what the word meant. her mother was an a-list actress who was a little too good at ruining marriages and mallory was a product of that. her mother may have been out of the running for roles for a while when her kids were born but mallory was a house hold name already and when she was cast as the baby of the full house clan her life course was forever cemented.

mallory grew for the first eight years of her life knowing nothing other than filming and the spot light, interviews as young as four, she was the shinning apple of her mothers eye, her ticket to staying in hollywood and it didn’t matter if mallory wanted to play. she would work. mallory played her part and took on the role of doting daughter until her father realised just who she was when mallory was turning 11 having just wrapped up two home alone films. declaring that she needed time to be a kid her dad put a ban on mallory appearing in anything for the next 6 years, at least until she had finished her high school education. he was important enough to make it happen too and moving in with her dad at 11 gave mallory the breather she so desperately needed.

at 17, a year ahead of where she should have been thanks to private tutoring mallory asked her dad if she was allowed to go back to work, her mom wasn’t around much, back to working her own sorrows away and he was still busy being a star himself. she wanted to work too. she’d been allowed to grow up and it was her choice now. with her fathers grace she began to audition again quickly landing herself a role and she felt like it was a breath of fresh air again. it took her a while but she began to land the bigger gigs, the jobs with people like jackson blackwell that was enough to make her blush.

in 2013, the course of her acting really took a turn when she was first nominated for her first oscar and she knew, without a doubt that stepping back into the lime light was right for her. for five more years she worked, building a reputation of her own, her name separated from her mothers and her fathers alike, her relationship with both of her parents still there, just different and a little less reliant.

the real turning point in her life though, happened in 2018. she should have realised he would be no good for her, he was older, he was directing the film she was shooting, he would keep her up, after filming drinks lasting hours as he told her all about his messy divorce, his wives wrong doings, he sold her the sun and painted her as the moon, the only thing keeping him going. two weeks after they had finished filming, she called him to say that she was pregnant and he told her that he would destroy her career if she ever told anyone whom her unborn child belonged too. with that, mallory decided she would do it alone, she had her family, she had felicity and jackson, she didn’t need him and 7 months later she gave birth to her beautiful baby hadley at the start of 2019.

it took her some convincing but she returned to the world reprising her role in charlies angles and found she was no less of a bad ass as a mother as she was before. even the whispers and the wondering was nothing that she hadn’t dealt with before. besides, it wasn’t like she didn’t get to watch hadleys father suffered when jackson figured out who had left her in the situation she was in, her ex had connections but it turned out her bestfriend had more.

now she’s a bad ass single momma who continues to take hollywood by storm. you’ll find her at womens rights protests, civil rights movements and anything that makes her feel like she’s kicking ass and showing her daughter what it means to be a woman.

FILMOGRAPHY

full house as michelle tanner || 1994 - 2001

forest gump as young jenny || 2001

miracle on 34th street as susan walker || 2002

jurrasic park as lex murphy || 2003

home alone & home alone 2 as a mcallister sibling || 2002 - 2004

st trinians as chelsea || 2010 & 2012

the wedding singer as julia sullivan || 2011 fting jackson blackwell

chalet girl as georgia || 2012

black swan as nina sayers || 2013 ( oscar nominated for best actress. )

50 first dates as lucy whitemore || 2013 fting jackson blackwell

crazy stupid love as hannah || 2014

he’s just not that into you as mary || 2014

cinderella as cinderella || 2015

me before you as louisa clark || 2016

charlie’s angels as dylan saunders || 2016 & 2019

tomb raider as lara croft || 2018

holidate as salone benson || 2022

blended as lauren reynolds || 2021 fting jackson blackwell

the holiday as amanda woods || 2021

the 355 as mace || 2022

ghosted as sadie || post-production 2023

ticket to paradise as lily || pre-production 2023

#intro.

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musingsofabookworm1 · 6 months

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My Last Five Reads

Christmas break was short this year. We went to school the entire week prior to Christmas and returned on the day after New Year's (my birthday). Due to not being able to visit my parents for Thanksgiving, we spent a few days of the break up there. So I did not get as much reading done as I usually do. But I did read!

The Firekeeper's Daughter by Angeline Boulley: This one's been on my list for awhile, and a friend was kind enough to let me borrow it and its sequel. I'm glad she did as I don't know when I would've finally picked it up! The title character is Daunis. Daunis is eighteen, biracial, and lives in Sault St. Marie, Michigan. (Fellow Yoopers, there is a lot of regional diction and more that you'll relate to in this book) She has a hard time fitting in in town and on the rez due to being biracial, but she is tight with her family. Her father passed away years ago, her uncle passed recently, and her grandmother is dealing with medical problems. All this is keeping Daunis at home instead of fulfilling her college dreams. But something good crops up: Jamie. He's a new hockey player in the area. Daunis plays hockey as well. Things are looking up until Daunis witnesses a murder. And that's where I will end this so as not to ruin the excitement when it appears! I think that whole hockey-player romance is what made me keep passing up this book. That was bad judgement in my part. This book really gets rolling the second half. Lots of good mystery, good dialog, and good relationships emerge. 4 strong stars!

Warrior Girl Unearthed by Angeline Boulley: The sequel to the previous book takes place a few years down the road and follows Daunis' niece: Perry. Perry is looking forward to being done with the school year and on to summer until she gets into a car accident with Daunis' Jeep forcing her to work throughout the summer to pay for the repairs. Her job leads her to learning about an ancient ancestor: Warrior Girl. Her story and the whereabouts of her bones change Perry and the summer she thought she'd have. I think I may have actually liked this one more than Firekeeper. I loved the character of Perry. She was very "real" and stuck to who she was despite the situation. Read Firekeeper first, then move on to this one! You won't be disappointed. 4 stars

Silence for the Dead by Simone St. James: I had this one on hold for a really long time. Ebook and hard copy. The ebook came in first. This one takes place in 1919 England in a mansion-turned-mental-hospital for British soldiers. Protagonist Kitty has had a rough life full of abuse and disappointment. She overhears her roommate and friends talking of their nursing jobs and positions at Portis House (aforementioned hospital). No one stays employed there long. Kitty is desperate and feels it worth a shot to lie about her job history and apply. She's hired. She realizes early on that something isn't right at Portis House. The patients are all sharing the same nightmare. Kitty teams up with a top-secret patient to find out what is exactly is going on. But who can she really trust? She will find out as things unfold in the way St. James' works usually do. Although, this was my least favorite of her work that I've read. A little drawn out and slow moving to begin. 3 stars.

The First Lades by Marie Benedict and Victoria Christopher Murray: This is a novel of friendship between Eleanor Roosevelt and Mary McLeod Bethune. I didn't know much about Roosevelt, honestly, and only knew Bethune was one of the founders of Bethune-Cookman college. The former is the daughter of slaves who became an activist for civil rights long before the movement. And obviously, Roosevelt is FDR's wife. This is an unlikely friendship due the difference in race. and even when with the First Lady, Bethune was unable to enter or sit in certain places. The chapters alternate between the women, a different author writing each character. However, their voices did not sound different. I sometimes even had to go back and ensure that I was reading the narrator I thought I was. But, they were two educated women, so maybe "sounding" the same worked out after all. It's always uplifting and inspiriting to read about women who do things for the greater good. 4 stars despite the narration and some slow-moving portions.

My Darling Daughter by Jennifer McMahon: I had this one on hold since October, and it came in the morning we left for my parents'. After we left. So it is my first full book of the new year. And I read the whole thing yesterday. I needed something that moved at a good clip! Allison lives in Vermont with her husband and two daughters. She wrote a children's book about their dog that was a huge bestseller, and now the pressure is on to write a follow-up. But life intervenes when her mother is stricken with pancreatic cancer and wishes to live out her final days with Allison. However, her mother was an abusive drunk during her childhood. Allison's brother completely removed their mother from his life, and Allison isn't far behind communicating with her very little. Though she goes back and forth about what to do, she allows her mother to move in. A hospital bed is delivered, and a nurse is set up for palliative care. Soon after her mother arrives....mysterious...things start happening. Is her mother behind it? She certainly doesn't act like it in front of others, but when they're alone, she's the same mother Ali has always known. Fast, great dialog-to-prose ratio, and a little twisty. 5 stars!

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hvneybxns · 6 months

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(—) ★ spotted!! MALLORY WELLS on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 30 year old looks like GRETA ONIEOGOU but i don’t really see it. while the ACTRESS is known for being PERSONABLE my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be NAIVE i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song EVERY KIND OF WAY BY H.E.R { she/her - cisfemale}

#mallory wells | intro

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sukirichi · 3 years

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omg sorry im the anon who picked too many spices i’m so sorry 😭😭 so let me try again: wine for yuuta, ingredient 53, and spice 8 10 11?

good for you

People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true.

meal order: wine + 53 (bad boy good girl au) + 8, 10 (dumbification, begging kink)

warnings: nsfw content, fingering, dumbification, begging kink, slight voyeurism, slight corruption kink, bad boy! yuuta, unedited fic

note: soooo anon...i hope you like this, this is my first yuta fic and i was really nervous i was gonna mess this up, sheesh, hope you like it and thank you for the request! have some wine~

masterlist !

You were so good for him – it made sense you were his favorite.

The moment you felt his cold fingers graze under your shirt, fingers lightly tugging at the clasps of your bra as a promise of what was to come next, you shuddered from his touch. You leaned back to his body, your hand clutching his that was gripping your thigh.

“Yuta,” you bit your lip to hold back a moan, his expert hands sliding down your inner thighs to brush over your clothed cunt, teasing you to no end. “We-we shouldn’t.”

“And why not?” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine, and you gasped as his fingers tugged your panties away. He’d barely even touched you, yet you were soaking wet for him already. Two of his fingers slipped past your folds easily and you clamped down as he scissored you, finally releasing your bra and easing it off your shoulders. “They won’t know. We’re just studying, remember?”

Your relationship with Yuta was complicated, to say the least. Last month, your homeroom teacher assigned you to tutor him, and your eyes widened because the last person you expected to see was the notorious Okkotsu Yuta who barely attended school, preferring to live life in his own way.

He looked scary then; dark circles hanging heavily under amused eyes, slicked back hair that shone under the sunlight, and a half-sneer as an excuse for a smile.

He terrified you, until he didn’t. Contrary to what people said about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, you never thought that way about Yuta. And he knew this too; he took advantage of your unconditional kindness, basking in your shy, soft touches and stuttering during study sessions whenever he stared at you a little longer than you expected.

You were so fucking cute he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He blamed you for it, really. He wouldn’t have been this addicted to the quiet, timid girl who followed rules and apologized way too much than necessary if you weren’t such a good girl for him.

But you were so cute, so curious and innocent that Yuta, being the more responsible and experienced one between the both of you, just had to give in to your pleas. Soon, your shy touches became eager ones, grinding on his thigh with your hands tugging at his collar while you begged for a kiss. You were so pretty too, always so ready and wanting for him, but oh, everything was different when you begged.

If he thought you were pretty before, it was nothing compared to when you begged.

Innocent eyes gazing up at him under thick lashes, small hands wrapped around the thick base of his cock, your pretty red lips begging to taste him – you were at your prettiest when you were begging for him, and how could he deny you?

It was because you were so good for him that he Yuta wasn’t selfish when it came to pleasing you, his cock hardening when your head fell back on his shoulders, lips open as wantons flooded through your lips. “Shh,” he chuckled with a kiss to your lips, his fingers pumping in and out of you until you were dripping down on his palm, the sopping sounds of your pussy nearly embarrassing. “You don’t want to be loud, baby, your parents will hear you.”

At the possibility of getting caught, your eyes widened, and you slapped your palm over your mouth to hide your sinful moans. Yuta’s eyes darkened as you trembled in his arms, trying so hard to be a good girl and keep your reputation, but the way you grinded down onto his fingers told a different story.

“Y-Yuta,” you cried out, reaching up to capture his lips in a kiss. He swallowed your moans while his other hand gripped your thighs tighter, your ass barely grazing his painful erection. “I need more, please, will you-will you-?”

“What do you want, baby? I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”

Yuta smirked when you whimpered in his hold, your hips pumping up and down as you rode his fingers. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You knew he could give you more, and Yuta would gladly do anything for you as long as you said it.

The sight of you cumming all over his fingers, tits perked from under your shirt yet still looking so innocent from your shirt skirt – he could cum in his pants just watching you. But he held it all in, fully aware that you wanted him inside you, though your shyness still remained. Ironic, really, since Yuta had already lost count of the times he had to stuff your panties down your mouth as he dragged you to the nearest empty classroom, making you cum either just on his tongue or cock alone.

He figured he’d have ruined you by now, but you were just so good, such an innocent, pretty little thing that the mere mention of his dick had you flustered.

“Yuta, I can’t – you-you know what I mean,” you palmed him through his pants. Yuta hissed at how you pulled his cock out free from his confines, the warmth of your hand wrapping around his cock, the tip already flushed and red.

He gripped your wrist and pulled you towards him, resting your ass just above his cock. A dark look crossed his face when he saw you inhale sharply as he rubbed his tip all over your lips, your pink panties tugged all the way to the side, the material loosely clinging onto the fat of your flesh.

“Is this what you want,” he teased, hands placed on a tight grip of your hips as he slowly sank you down his length. He reveled at how you slowly lost yourself, thighs quaking, and it was just only the tip. “Do you deserve it, baby? Have you been a good girl for me that you think you deserve to feel good?”

“Yes, yes, of course!”

Your eyes were focused on the remaining length of his cock that wasn’t buried in you, and you were so needy, so fucking wet and horny that you wiggled your hips, a slight whine echoing from the room when Yuta only tightened his hips on you as a warning. “Don’t move,” he growled lowly, and like the good girl you were, you complied, bottom lip jutted out. “You don’t get to sit on my lap when you don’t beg hard enough for it, baby.”

“But, oh,” you tried to say, your words cut off when Yuta suddenly gripped your ass down all the way down his length in one go, your ass flat on his thighs.

Both of you groaned at the feeling of him buried deep inside you; you could feel him pulsing inside your heat already. Unsatisfied with your silence, Yuta slapped your ass, forcing you to look at him.

He was perfectly content with you cockwarming him; he could jack himself off later, but he knew you couldn’t satisfy yourself – not when your needy little cunt always wanted to be stuffed full with his dick.

“My parents are downstairs,” you tried to reason, though your actions betrayed your words as you dug your nails on his shoulders, eyes closed from the pleasure. Yuta gave small, slow thrusts, the movement just enough to scrape at your walls, almost as if to mock you that you could’ve had an orgasm by now if you just complied. “I-if they hear, they’re going to get mad, and they’ll find out that—”

“They’re going to find out what?” he thrusted his hips into yours sharply until your skirt was bunched all over your ass, his hands rough and hungry while he kept you in place. Your moans filled the room, and Yuta gripped one of your legs to press on your sides, thigh-high socks teasing and plumping up the flesh of your legs. “That their sweet, innocent daughter isn’t such a good girl after all? Look at you, walking around in school wearing that. You’re always begging to be fucked, baby.”

You didn’t deny him because his words were true, and soon Yuta had you choking in your own breath. He wanted to make you beg, to go down on your knees just to show him you deserved it, but you clenched down on him so hard that he lost himself too.

Yuta pulled you in for a heated kiss, his strong hands wrapping your legs around his waist before dropping you both down on the bed.

He didn’t bother pulling his shirt off, only jumping out of his slacks before he found home in between your legs. Yuta chuckled at how fucked out you were before him, teeth deep into one of your stuffed toys while he kept fucking into you.

He fell forward, hands planted beside your head, his dick scraping against the warm walls of your pussy.

You were close; he could feel it. Yuta picked up his pace and started littering lovemarks on your neck, somewhere people could see his markings and to claim you as his good girl.

You were such a good girl for him, letting him pump himself into you in a rough pace until you could no longer hold back your moans. “Yuta, Yuta, god, you-you feel so good, right there, oh,” you were a mess on his cock, drool collecting from your pillow and tongue lolled out.

He found you so pretty, so gorgeous and so good; screaming his name like that even as your parents called out to ask if you were fine just because you knew he liked it when you said his name while you were stuffed with his cock.

“Come on, baby,” he gripped your waist this time, not slowing down for a moment as his thrusts grew sloppy. Yuta’s dick twitched and pulsed harder inside you when your walls hugged him tightly, sucking him in too deep that he was hitting your most sensitive spots. “You’re close, aren’t you? You want to cum on my cock? Beg for it, come on.”

“Yuta, Yuta, please please please, want to cum on your cock, want you to fill me up,” your back arched when he hit your g-spot, your vision turning white for a moment. “Fuck, fuck, Yuta, fuck me good – please, I want you, there, please!”

His dick only further hardened upon hearing such dirty words fall from your pretty lips. You were begging so good for him, following his orders and making him feel good with your pretty pussy – how could he deny you? People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true.

He kept fucking into you until you were creaming onto his cock, his name falling like a prayer on your wet mouth, losing all your sanity and comprehension when he spills inside you, your cum dripping down your ass.

Yuta chuckled before leaning down to kiss his pretty girl, so good for him, but what they didn’t know was that the bad boy was just as good for you, and he never failed to make you feel good.

They called him a bad boy, labeled him all sorts of things, warned you so much of the dangers he brought.

Everyone was just simply unaware how he good he was for you.

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roscgcld · 3 years

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RYOMEN SUKUNA || my little flower

anime: jujutsu kaisen

characters: ryomen sukuna

pronouns: she/her

notes: historical!sukuna x reader, slightly sexual (no smexy time involved lol - maybe another day ;)), quite fluffy towards the end

also - I’ve been reading so many sukuna hcs and imagines of him when he’s in his prime or during the historical era - so like excuse me as I politely simp for the man that is ryomen sukuna >< thank you

references: https://www.japanese-wiki-corpus.org/literature/Ryomen-sukuna.html

Sukuna leans back into the futon with a tired sigh, two of his arms folded behind his head while the other two held you against him securely. His ruby red eyes glanced away from the ceiling to look down at the woman curled up in his embrace, sleeping peacefully against him whilst her own soft arms were wrapped around his muscular torso. He admired your peaceful features at first, but soon his eyes started to travel down your delicate neck and cleavage, your soft skin marked by dark splotches where he had marked you up for the world to see.

Just the sight of the hickeys and bite marks caused Sukuna to smirk once more, the feeling of pride traveling through him at the sight of the hickeys, both new and old, marring your skin. It was a sight he would never get bored of seeing, since it was a constant reminder to you that you were his and no one else’s.

Many would question just how did this happen - how did a simple human manage to ‘tame’ the infamous Sukuna - the King of Curses, who spreads chaos and bloodshed in his wake? How did you, a mere human woman who looked far too kind hearted and warm, ended up with such a fearsome man?

Well, how this came to be was actually a cute story.

You grew up in a small village in Hida province, where many cities treated Sukuna as their patron deity. He was what people would call quite a cold ruler - one who would not hesitate to bring terror and bloodshed down on a town that had angered him. But at the same time, he was quite the generous man as well. He protects the people of the Hida and Mino Provinces, and many towns had florish and grow under his careful guidance.

Your town was one of the may towns that worshipped the Cursed Spirit, preparing offerings on special celebrations and always paying your respects whenever you go up to the ichinomiya on the weekends with your parents. It was because of one of these special celebrations that drew Sukusa to you.

It was one of the many days where offerings were given to him by townspeople, in hopes that they will still continue to get some form of protection from the unknown. He was their patron deity, after all. Even though many times he does all the things he does for his own benefit, it was nice to know that there are some who are gullible enough to think he does it for them. But he it’s one to complain - many of the offerings are things he does not mind indulging in. The best crops from the harvest, women for his ever growing harem, beautifully crafted weapons and clothes are the few he can keep in mind

Many times, he does not care to go through the offerings himself - Uraume goes through all of them and then gives him a general overview of everything. However, as he was walking past one of the neat piles of offerings, a particular garment box caught his eye; causing him to pause before he unwraps it curiously.

Sitting inside the carefully wrapped package was a beautiful dark blue kinomo made of the finest silk, the fabric so smooth that it almost felt like water slipping through his fingers. Packed along with the kinomo was a beautifully crafted haori, a simple yet beautiful crane woven into the haori in white, the details done so carefully that when worn, the crane moves with the shifting of the fabric. The packet also came with a matching hakama made from the luxurious fabric, and a beautiful kaku obi made from navy blue, white and silver carefully weaved together into in a beautiful talent.

It was because of the level of craftsman ship that had Sukuna curious - who was the mastermind of something so beautiful?

He had went to the town where the garment was from and after some digging about, discovered about you. A daughter to a family of tailors, you were quite well known for your talents in embroidery and your mastery of the loom. Having gotten such talents, you crafted many beautiful pieces, and one of them was gifted to Sukuna himself recently.

When he first saw you, he was struck by your beauty; how you had such a warm smile no matter who you were referring to. How your movements were graceful yet swift, your needle and threat embroidering the most beautiful depections of animals and flowers without a single mistake. How your voice was so sweet and calming that he can physically feel the tension from his body starting to unwind ever so slightly. If he could, he’d love to listen to your voice forever - which was what he intended to do.

The first time you two met was actually in the dead of the night; you had stayed up later then usual, carefully embroidering a water lily onto a long fabric for a personal tapestry you wanted to hang in your room. A candle was burning by your work table, casting the engawa of your home in a soft but comforting glow; enough for you to do your work without straining too much. You were so fucsed on your work that you didn’t notice how the flames of your candle started to flicker in the glass holder; even though there was the air was still. Your eyes didn’t trail up from your tapestry even as a large figure quietly entered the hallway you were in; only pausing when you felt a huge presence looming over you.

Your bright eyes flickered upwards and met with four pairs of ruby red ones staring right back at you; all four of them shining in amusement. “You are quite oblivious, little one.” Sukuna hummed out with a soft grin, to which you just gave him a confused look as you tilted your head ever so slightly. “How did you get into my house?” You asked quietly, not even acknowledging how the man before you looked very different from what you’re used to; from the four muscular arms sprouting out from underneath the dark blue haori, the very same one that you had made for him. to the extra pair of eyes he sported on his face. Or how the top of his head was clearly brushing against the simple weed roofing of your family home.

“Is that really the first thing you’re going to ask, little one?”

From that day onwards, things definitely went a lot smoother then Sukuna could have imagined. At first the lack of reaction from you confused him, but he found it quite amusing nonetheless. Even after finding out that he was the same deity that you had heard stories of since you were in diapers, you acted no differently around him. You still talked and laughed with him like he was any other human. which for some reason made his heart feel warm and fuzzy. It makes him want to gather you up in his arms, protecting you from the horrors of the world.

The two of you will continue to meet up in the night like secret lovers; many nights he’d just lean against one of the pillars of your family home, with you perched in his lap as you work on different projects every night; talking about things that happen that day, or the funny stories that the townsfolk would share with you whenever they drop by to mend and purchase clothes, or when they dropped off freshly dyed fabrics. During a few of these nights Sukuna had suggested if you can help him mend a few of his kimonos, which you agreed to without hesitation. Some days you’d ever create new kimonos for him as well, which he would wear quite proudly.

Soon these innocent nights of talking and laughter, him watching you do your work under the moonlight, to having you gasping and crying out for him as he took you over and over again in his grand bedroom; watching quite gleefully as he corrupted your innocence, ruining you for any other man. Ever since the first night you two shared in his bed, he knew that there was no turning back - there was no one else for him but you.

And there was no way he was going to let some puny human even try to get in between the both of you.

With that he whisked you away from the somewhat mundane and boring life in your town, making you his entire world. He showered you with the finest gifts and opened the more human side of him to you; one that he thought he had lost the moment he had decided to go down the path he did. But you pulled these emotions out from him with ease, making him realise that he can chase all the power he want till the end of time and that will never satisfy him completely.

All he needed was you, and everything feels right in the world.

“I’ve lost you again, haven’t I?”

Sukuna’s eyes snapped towards the direction of your sleepy voice, watching how you gave him the most beautiful yet sleepy smile as you carefully shifted your body so it was pressed against his. He marveled how your naked bodies clicked together seamlessly, even with the clear size difference between the two of you. “You will always have my attention, flower.”

The sound of the simple nickname cause a small smile tug against the corner of your lips, remembering how that nickname came about. You have always love studying flowers, since you enjoyed embroidering different sorts of flora and fauna onto different tapestries that now adorned the walls of the home you two share. You had once told him about your love of flowers, and because of that, you had came home one day to the courtyard in your shared home turned into your private garden; with flowers from all across the country planted at every nook and cranny.

When you had asked Sukuna about it, he just shrugs and gave you an indulge smile - as if asking were you really shocked by his gift to you. When he realised just how deep your love for nature was, he had started to call you ‘his flower’, and the name has stuck since then. “What a sweet talker.”

A chuckle rumbled deep within his chest as one of his hands found purchase along your back, starting to massage what he was sure were your sore muscles; watching in satisfaction as you melted more into his chest. “Only for you.” He admitted quietly, to which you just gave him a loving smile as you rest your cheek against his chest once more; a soft finger started to trace along the tattoos on his skin. This action caused him to relax further into the futon, sighing softly in content. “Sukuna? Can we take a bath?”

“I’m lazy.” Sukuna stated with a soft groan as he glanced down at you once more, only to be met by the soft pout that you just know gets him to give in. This caused him to scowl as he cupped your face in one of his hands, gently squishing your cheeks between his fingers as he pushes himself up into a seated position. “You little minx.” He growls playfully whilst you just gave him a teasing smile, straddling his lap with your legs on either side of his whilst one of your hands wrapped around his wrist; causing him to loosen his grip on you whilst letting out a loud sigh. “How annoying.”

His arms suddenly wrapped around you before he got up from the comfort of the warm futon, causing you to giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Let’s go, flower.” He sighs dramatically before he walked you both to the bathroom, causing you to perk up before you lean over to press a loving kiss against his cheek; ignoring his soft eyeroll at your act of affection. As if he didn’t enjoy it whenever you do so. “I love you.”

“Of course you do.” He teases before he started to walk you two towards the bathroom, one of his hands skimming down to the small of your pack where a beautiful black tattoo rested against your soft skin; a tattoo that looks similar to the black lines that adorned his own skin. “You’re mine, after all.” He stated simply, causing you to roll your eyes at him playfully as he carefully sat you down on the wooden steps leading to the opening of the ofuro; watching as Sukuna started to prepare the bath for the both of you. “Wouldn’t it kill for you to just be a little nicer to me?”

Your teasing tone clearly didn’t win any points with him, who narrowed his eyes at you and before you know it you were suddenly pinned down against the wooden steps. A soft giggle left your lips at the narrowed eyes that stared back at you, causing Sukuna to scowl softly at your reaction. “Now you’re just asking for it, flower.” He growled before diving down to meet your lips in a passionate kiss; not being able to mask his smile at the sound of your soft laughter just as you wrapped your arms around him once more.

"My little flower..”

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Denied - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff, Crack, slice of life

Summary: Bakugou taught Eri how to swear....Y/N found out.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

For the past 2 weeks, Mr. Aizawa had been having staff meetings back to back and as a result, you and Bakugou have been babysitting Eri. Or more so, you have been babysitting Eri but Bakugou being your boyfriend, he’s usually around. Don’t worry though, like the good boyfriend he is, he usually helps.

Over time, Eri has grown very fond of you and Katsuki. Matter of fact, she loved you both so much, the second she found out you two were dating, she ended up calling you “Mom” and “Dad.” It was adorable, really, and the entire class saw the 3 of you as a little family. Bakugou couldn’t fight the blush that grew on his face everytime Eri called him “Dad” but he got used to it. Now, the two of you even refer to her as your daughter.

Now being around the little girl so much, she has grown to copy some of your behavior and traits. For example, she takes after your love for dance and singing. She’s also learned to play with makeup after watching you apply it so many times. With Bakugou, she’s learned how to defend herself more and be a little more confident. Sadly, she is exposed to his vulgar mouth and attitude and therefore picks up on that a lot. And once you found out, hell broke loose.

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It was a casual Saturday at the dorms. Some students went home for the weekend while a lot happened to stay behind. Visiting the dorms was sweet little Eri and you were currently having a little play date with her in the common area. Usually, Bakugou would be there with you and her but he’s having his bro time with the boys of the Bakusquad. Understandable. Just means more Eri for you.

Eri was currently drawing a little doodle on some scrap paper while you snacked on apple slices and played on your phone. The white haired girl was filling in her yellow sun when she accidentally split the paper.

“Shit.” She cussed. She didn’t cry at the ruined drawing but she did sigh in disappointment before grabbing a fresh piece of paper.

You on the other hand choked on your fruit slice once your heard the word come out of her mouth. You didn’t bother asking her where she learned the new word. You already knew.

“Eri, sweetie. Stay here for a sec’ okay? I’m gonna go find Dad and talk to him for a bit.” You said with a smile as you got up from your seat on the couch.

“Dad? Ouu, can I go too? I wanna see Dad.” She said with excitement. You smiled at her cute behaviour and ran your fingers through her hair.

“Sorry love, but Dad is in trouble right now. He doesn’t deserve to see his precious little Eri.” You said. She laughed and nodded her head before going back to her drawing. You walked away and once you were out of sight, you dropped your smile and a pair of angry eyes along with a scowl formed on your face. “Oh, Daddy is in so much trouble.”

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Bakugou was currently in his dorm room with Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari. They were all going at it with each other on Mario Kart until Bakugou’s spidey senses started kicking in.

“Do you guys feel that?” He asked, stopping his movements on the controller. He looked towards the door and he could hear faint footsteps coming towards them.

“What’re you talking about bro?” Kirishima asked as he stopped his game to look at his friend. Kaminari did the same and grew nervous at the frantic look on Bakugou’s face.

“Woah! What’s with that look?” Kaminari asked the shaking man. Bakugou was trembling as he had an idea of who was coming.

“I’m gonna die,” the ash blonde whispered out but still remained loud enough for his friends to hear.

“B-Bakugou! What’s going on?!” Sero asked as he stood up.

“S-Somethings coming!” Bakugou shouted in fear. His friends watched as the bravest guy in the world stood in fear and trembled as he carefully watched the door. Loud footsteps could be heard coming closer and closer and so naturally out of fear, the 3 hid behind the blonde who owned the room.

“What is?!” Kirishima asked.

“Something lethal!” Bakugou replied in fear as he took a step back. The footsteps got louder and louder causing the friends to freak out even more.

“What is coming?! BAKUGOU, WHAT IS COMING?!” Kaminari shouted in fear.

“The devil herself..” The footsteps got louder, got closer, until eventually..they stopped. The 4 friends watched the door until it was busted open to reveal and angry Y/N. “My girlfriend....EXCEPT SHE’S PISSED!”

“KATSUKI BAKUGOU!” You screamed at the trembling blonde who was in front of his cowering friends.

“Wait, wait, wait!” The blonde shouted with his hands up. “....Can I get a head start?”

“Denied.” You bluntly said.

“Figures. RUN!” Bakugou said to his friends. With the dorm room being so small, the 4 friends had nowhere to go. In a bold move, they ran to the exit that you were currently standing in and pushed you out of the way, breaking free from your sight.

“Pathetic.” You said and slanted your eyes at the friends as they ran down the hall. You followed after them and chased them all around the dormitory. From the 4th floor, to the 3rd, to the staircase, to the 1st floor (avoiding Eri), and back up to the 2nd.

The friends all ran together in a group, thinking there would be safety in numbers. They ran together for a good amount of time before a realization came to Kaminari.

“Wait a minute! She’s not after us! She’s pissed at Bakugou!” The electric blonde said while running.

“So, what? Do we ditch him?” Sero asked while they all continued to run.

“Yes!” Kaminari said. The wanted blonde looked to the other blonde in anger.

“What?! You idiots can’t just abandon me!” He said. Kaminari was going to respond until they heard a voice behind them.

“Katsuki!” You screamed. The friends turned around as they continued to run and saw you right on their tail.

“AHHHH!!!!” They all screamed.

“Sorry man! We like living!” Kirishima said.

“Well so do I!” The blonde replied. His best friend just shrugged his shoulders before answering.

“SCATTER!” He said to the other 2 and Bakugou’s 3 friends all went separate ways. Just like they planned, you ignored them and followed your boyfriend’s trail.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! FU-“

“SHUT UP KATSUKI!” You said before jumping onto him and tacking him to the ground. You pinned your boyfriend to the floor and he didn’t even open his eyes to look at you.

“ImSorryForEverythingIDidISwearI’llFindAWayToMakeItUpToYouTeddyBear,YouAreTheLoveOfMyLifeAndYou’reSoBeautifulAndILoveTheOutfitYou’reWearing,YouLookBeautifulInEverythingPrincess,I’mSorryIBrokeYourGivenchySunglassesAndBlamedItOnDunceFaceI’llBuyYouNewOnes,ISwear!ILoveYou!” He blurted out with his head facing the other way to ‘dodge’ your attack he assumed you were going to throw.

You sighed and rolled your eyes before getting off of Bakugou and helping him stand to his feet. “Okay, first of all, thank you for the compliments and I love you too baby,” you said and pecked his cheek. “Second, the reason why I’m so mad is because Eri learned a new word today. She fucked up the paper she was drawing on, and cussed. I wonder where she picked that up from..Katsuki.”

Your boyfriend only laughed nervously while shrugging and you sighed some more while throwing your head back. “Okay look, I would punish you, but I’m too tired from all that running and I’m pretty sure all the adrenaline and fear you were feeling before is punishment enough.”

The blonde nodded his head quickly like a puppy trying to agree.

“Just, don’t do it again Suki. Please? At least try to restrain yourself around Eri.” You said. Bakugou nodded again and you huffed before opening your arms up for him. He smiled and quickly took the offering. He held you in his embrace and peppered your face in quick kisses.

“Thank you!” He replied with gratitude. You smiled at him and took his hand to lead him to the common rooms. He happily followed and took a seat on the couch with you, where Eri finally noticed his presence.

“Mom! Dad! You’re back!” Your “daughter” said as she jumped the two of you on the couch. Bakugou pulled her into his lap so you could all be together.

“Listen kid, there’s gonna be a few words that’ll occasionally slip out of my mouth from time to time and it’s important for you to not say them. Okay?” Bakugou said to the little girl.

“Okay! But what are the words?” She asked him. Bakugou just chuckled and placed a hand on her head before speaking.

“We’ll speak about that next time, for now just get back to playing.” He said.

“Okay!” Was all she said before jumping off his lap and going back to her crayons. You scooted closer to Katsuki and squeezed his hand that you were still holding. This grabbed his attention and he turned and placed a quick kiss on your lips before throwing his arm around your shoulder. You leaned into his touch and you both cuddled up on the couch. Some time passed and you both talked, watched Eri, and played around with her until you two cuddled up again and you turned to ask him a question.

“So...about my Givenchy Sunglasses,” you questioned him. Bakugou froze up in fear again before releasing a nervous chuckle.

“Hehe...”

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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The adventure continues

Bruce Banner x daughter! reader

Summary: It’s been about two weeks since you’ve been on Sakaar. You and Loki have been kissing the Grandmasters ass in order to stay in his favor. That’s when you see a familiar face.

A/n: Hello! So I finally found the energy to write this chapter lol sorry it took so long. Also, I’m not too sure how to spell Sakaar, soo if there are different spellings please ignore that

You sigh as you sit next to Loki. It’s been about two weeks since you came to this planet. You haven’t even begun looking for your father. No, instead you and Loki have been running around kissing the Grandmasters ass.

You found the man amusing, his chaotic energy was entertaining to say the least. But he had an air of danger to him. You tried to make sure to stay on his good side. Loki seemed to have the same idea as well.

You and Loki have become significantly closer during your stay here. You never thought that you’d be so close to the God that tried to take over your planet, but here you were. Since your talk in the tailor's room, Loki has become increasingly overprotective over you. He was constantly by your side, glaring at anyone who dared to come up to you. Now as annoying as that sounds, he has gotten you out of some sticky situations.

For example, there was this one time this alien tried to kidnap you, claiming that as a terran, you’d make him rich. Well before he was able to step even a foot away, Loki was there and almost ripped his arm off. The only thing that stopped him was the Grandmaster. He assured you and Loki that the kidnapper would be taken care of by his “Champion”. Whatever that meant.

That was another thing you tried to avoid on this planet. The Grandmaster’s fights. Something about the idea of sometimes innocent beings being forced to fight for others entertainment was wrong to you. And while to the rest of the population it was the norm, you just couldn’t stand the thought of watching these people slaughter each other.

Other than these few incidents, you and Loki have fit in pretty nicely. Loki was at ease with this crowd, charmingly talking to them and winning them over with his silver tongue. And you have made a name for yourself as well. You were known as one of the best storytellers in Sakaar. Of course, you usually told plots of the movies, plays, and books you memorized from Earth. But what they didn’t know won’t hurt them. But unlike Loki, you were getting restless. You wanted to find your father and go home. You miss Tony and Pepper, the way they were so sweet to each other, and the way Steve would ruffle your hair in the kitchen after his work outs. You wondered of they were worried about you as you have been missing for two weeks now.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice a familiar face who was strapped down in a chair. However, you did notice when Loki went tense next to you. Looking up at him you raised an eyebrow, silently asking if he was okay.

“I’m fine”, he said quickly, “Darling, it seems as if the Grandmaster will be inviting us to watch the newest competition, perhaps you’d want to make yourself scarce before he comes.”

You smile, appreciating the warning and stood up excusing yourself. You thought you heard someone call for Loki, but brushed it off as he was very popular among this crowd. You made your way to your room, desperate for some peace and quiet.

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Loki lets out a relieved sigh, knowing that if you saw Thor in that chair, you would have made a rash decision and ruin all the plans you both had made.

He stands up, excusing himself from the small group that formed around him. He rushes to Thor, shushing him.

“What?!” ,Thor asks confused on why Loki was shushing him.

“You’re alive?”, Loki says, in a hushed tone. Thor looks up at him as much as he could, the chair restricting his movements.

“Of course I’m alive!”, He shouts quietly

“What are you doing here?”

“What to you mean what am I doing here?!” ,Thor says exasperatedly, “ I’m stuck in this stupid chair! Where’s your chair?”

“I didn’t get a chair”

“Then get me out of this one!”

“I can’t”

The two brothers were so caught up in their silent bickering, they didn’t notice the Grandmaster appear right next to them.

“What are you whispering about?”

The two jumped apart.

“Time works differently around these parts.”, He says, “Anywhere else I would be like millions of years old but here in Sakaar I’m like...”

He trails off, leaving an awkward silence. He smiles and glances at Loki as if he was waiting for him to say something. Loki laughs nervously, looking from Thor to the Grandmaster. Thor looked in between the two totally confused on what was happening.

Seeing he wasn’t going to get an answer, the Grandmaster continued,

“ In any case, you know this uh, um”, he turns to Thor, “ You call yourself the ‘Lord of Thunder?”

“God of Thunder” ,Thor corrects, he gestures at Loki, “Tell him”

“I have never seen this man in my life.”

“He’s my brother!” ,Thor shouts getting frustrated.

“Adopted.”

The Grandmaster looks at Loki, “ Is he any kind of fighter?”

“You take this thing out of my neck and you’ll find out.”

The Grandmaster laughs in amusement, as if Thor told him a joke instead of threating him.

“Hey Sparkles, here’s the deal, anyone who defeats my champion shall win their freedom.”

As the Grandmaster and Thor had their conversation, Loki’s mind was racing. He had a plan. A plan to overthrow the Grandmaster and (reluctantly) help you find your father, even though he doesn’t know who your father is. He already adjusted the plan when you arrived, and now Thor. He has to keep both you and him in the Grandmasters favor.

He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he hears Thor call his name once more. He turns to see him being carted away on the chair he was bound to. He smiles at the Grandmaster and excuses himself, forcing himself to mingle once more and not rush off to find you. After a while, he manages to sneak away from the crowds and go back to his room. He finds the room where all the gladiators are being held and makes a clone, stepping into the prison. He sees Thor, saying a prayer for Odin as they were not able to give him a proper burial. He joins in, seeing Thor tense up at his voice.

“It hurts doesn’t it...being told you are one thing only to find out that it was a lie.”

Then Thor turned and sat indignantly, refusing to acknowledge Loki.

“I couldn’t jeopardize our position with the Grandmaster. It took time for us to win his trust. He’s a lunatic, but he can be amenable.”

ping. Thor throws another pebble at Loki. Loki sighs, knowing that it was going to be useless talking to him at the moment.

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You sat in your room, listening to music on your phone. You may not have any cell service, but surprisingly, this planet has great Wi-Fi.

You’re writing in a journal you found in the bag Strange gave you. Ever since that first day you arrived at Sakaar, you have been journaling your experiences, thoughts, and feelings in this journal. You also have been writing down methods you could use to find your dad.

You were so lost in the music and your writings that you didn’t notice Loki walk into your room. He saw that you weren’t paying attention and decided to scare you.

He crept quietly, making sure to make no sudden movements that would catch your eye. But before he could actually scare you, you spoke up.

“Don’t even think about it Loki.”

“How did you know it was me?” ,He asked, surprised at your reflexes.

“I can smell your hair gel from outside the door.” You say, rolling over to look at him and removing your earbuds. You laugh at the offended look on his face.

You both chuckle and then Loki’s face turns serious.

“Y/n, we have a problem.”

At those words, your heart begins to race. You worry that the Grandmaster has lost trust in the both of you, or he has become suspicious of you both.

“What’s wrong?”, You ask, chewing on your lip in anxiety.

“It seems that Thor has found his way on Sakaar.”

You breath a sigh if relief, “ Oh, is that it? That’s fine, we can just get him on board and adjust out plan--”

“No, we can’t.”, Loki interrupts.

You squint in confusion, “Why not?”

“It seems that the oaf has gotten himself captured and forced into the gladiator fights.”

You gasp and quickly stand up, “We have to help him! He could be killed!”

“Calm down”, Loki says, resting his hands on your shoulders, “ Thor is far stronger than you believe. He will be able to handle himself. What we need to do for now is to keep our heads, and stick to the plan.”

“Stick to the plan?! Loki, we can’t just leave Thor on his own!”

Loki sighs, “ It’ll be better in the long run. If the Grandmaster suspects mutiny, we can both be killed or forced to fight as well.”

You stay silent, taking in the words that Loki is telling you.

“Alright.” ,You agree, disappointed you couldn’t do anything to help Thor.

“That’s a good girl.” Loki says, patting your head. He turns to walk out of the room, “ Come along, we mustn’t give the Grandmaster any suspicions.”

You roll your eyes, hiding your phone and journal in your bag. Following Loki down the hallways, you sigh. You miss home. You miss your dad, And you feel completely useless.

“Darling”, Loki whispers, “Now, I know you don’t like the idea...but perhaps you should make an appearance at the fights”

Your eyes widen at the suggestion, but before you speak Loki continues.

“ I won’t force you, but just know that the Grandmaster is incredibly proud of his champion, and you seeing it would be more points toward you.”

You nod. You’d have to go eventually. Might as well get it over with.

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You and Loki arrive to the arena late. You didn’t miss much except for the opening act. You hear the roaring of the large crowd, thirsty for blood and carnage. It churns your stomach.

Then the Grandmaster appears in hologram. You don’t really pay attention, you just force yourself to relax. You know that if Thor is fighting then he’ll be okay. But the thought of watching a friend murder another living being that is most likely innocent makes bile rise in your throat.

You’ve never been a person who likes violence. Violence meant that you and your dad had to move again, violence meant that you would be left alone.

Despite this, Tony made sure that you knew how to defend yourself if you had to. You trained with Natasha at first but...it didn’t go so well. So you started training with Steve and Bucky. You learned quickly but hardly ever used your training. Mainly for stress relief or a good work out.

But here on Sakaar, you had to be on guard all the time. It was exhausting. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like if Loki wasn’t here. Surely without him you would be dead.

You zone back in, hearing the Grandmaster introduce the first contender.

“Ladies and gentlemen...I give you...Lord of Thunder. Watch out for his fingers, they sparkle.”

To your surprise, Thor walks out from his waiting area, the crowd booing as he enters. He was wearing different armor and most noticeably, his hair was cut. He had red markings going down the side of his face.

“Jeez, now I remember why I had a small crush on him back in the day” you mutter to yourself. Loki looks at you in disgust and disappointment. You avoid his gaze, looking intensely at the arena.

“Okay! Lets get ready to welcome this guy”

The crowd cheers, getting excited for the next contender. The grandmaster rubs his hands together.

“Here he comes”

a boom goes off and green smoke fills the air. The crowd applauds and cheers as they burst.

“He is a creature. What can we say about him",

Rumbling shakes the ground as the arena is lifted. Your chest fills with anxiety, this champion must be big if they have to lift the arena. You turn to Loki, seeing his face light up with a mix of emotions.

“Well hes unique. There’s none like him”

The rumbling continues as the area is still being lifted.

“I feel a very special connection to him.”

You see Thor prepare to fight, putting on a helmet. Concern fills your heart and the audiences cheers fill your ears.

“Hes undefeated.”

Loki’s words fill your head. Reminding you that Thor is a god. He’ll be okay.

“He’s reigning”

You settle down, trying to reign in your anxiety.

“He’s the defending.”

Loki looks at you and smiles, brushing a curl out of your face and patting your cheek. You instantly feel better, knowing that someone is there for you.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you”

“This guy really knows how to build suspense.” You whisper to Loki, who snorts into the drink he has. You both quiet down as the champions doors finally start to open.

“Your Incredible...”

A roar fills the arena. A roar that makes your blood grow cold and your breath stop.

“HULK”

And there, bursting out of his holding area, was the Hulk. Dressed in gladiator armor, holding an axe and club in both hands. The crowd goes wild, cheering loudly at the sight of their champion.

Your father, who has been missing for four years, was the Grandmasters champion.

“I have to get off this planet.” Loki says, pale at the memory of what the Hulk is capable of. He pulls you up from the couch, you lax with the shock, an rushes to leave.

“Hey, hey, hey where are you two going.” The Grandmaster intercepts the two of you guiding you both back to the seats.

“Is she okay? She looks like she’s about to be sick” The grandmaster says, scooting away from you like you were contagious. Loki looks at you in concern and asks if you are okay.

But you could barely hear him. You didn’t hear anything. You were just focused on the arena. Finally seeing the man who you were looking for.

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Can I stay with you?

(A/N): This is based on this, this and this post. I really hope you are ready for the feels, because they are there and they are heavy-

Summary: Following the events of Emily's death, how will Spencer and his daughter cope with it?

Warnings: Angst and lots of it, mentions of drug use, contemplations of drug use, mentions of needles, we also got some bittersweet fluff

Wordcount: 2.5k

✨Masterlist✨ _______________________________

A hospital is not a place where a child should be, Spencer knows that much. But he picked (Y/N) up on his way for two reasons:

The first one being the simple occurence that the babysitter is not able to keep her any longer, because she has classes in the next morning. The second one is selfish and the father knows that, but he needs her presence, the comfort she brings to him.

“Daddy”, the child breaks the silence in the waiting room, “Is Auntie Emily going to be ok?” She sits in his lap reading a book before looking up at him. Her eyes hold something he wishes to never see again: Fear. The fear of losing someone she loves dearly.

“I hope, Baby. But let’s not forget one important fact: Your Auntie Emily is one of the strongest women I know.” Spencer gives her a kiss on the top of her head and cuddles her closer to him, seeing (Y/N)’s eyes dropping. The rest of the team watches the interaction with aching hearts.

The girl is asleep for half an hour when JJ enters the room. Everybody gets up crowding her. Spencer is careful to not disturb his daughter as he moves her head to his shoulder and hooks his arm under her legs.

“She never made it off the table.” These words echo in the genius’ mind, seemingly being the only things he can think about. “I-I never had the chance to say goodbye.” JJ hugs him, trying to give some sort of comfort. In this process (Y/N) wakes up. As soon as she spots her father’s tears, she knows not to ask a question. Instead she loops her arms around his neck.

“It’s fine. It’s gonna be alright, Daddy”, the toddler recalls the words he says to her whenever she is upset in hopes to cheer him up.

The next couple days are hard on the whole team. They try to grieve together, especially while the funeral takes place. (Y/N) notices that the color black is fitting, since her Auntie really liked to wear it. She likes that they do the same to pay their respects that way.

“Auntie Penny, is she watching?” The blonde woman carries her while the casket is walked down the aisle. Since her death, (Y/N) doesn’t dare to say Emily’s name. She thinks if she avoids it, she is going to inflict less pain when she is talked about.

“Of course. Emily is in heaven and watches this beautiful beautiful ceremony we hold for her. So wipe that frown off and put on that smile she loved so much. Alright?” Confusing to her, the adults want (Y/N) to smile all the time. But they are frowning and crying more often than not.

“Can she hear us? Because I want to say I love her. I forgot to say it the last time I saw her.” Trying to distract herself from seeing the casket lowering into the grave, the girl plays with Penlope’s hair. She in turn has to fight tears back. Only now she realizes the impact the whole thing has on her.

“I’m sure she does. What about when the majority is gone, we go to her grave and talk to Emily? Do we have a deal?” (Y/N) nods.

As soon as the ceremony is over, Spencer takes his daughter, cradling her close to him. As if she senses his sadness, the girl is petting his back in a comforting way. He squeezes her closer to him, leaving her not much room to breathe.

“Daddy, I wanna talk to her. I need to get down.” (Y/N) wiggles in his grasp after she whispers this into his ear. Reluctantly Spencer lets her down and she toddles over to the freshly made grave. A little plastic card sticks out of the grass in place of a headstone.

The adults try to give her as much space as possible, they have to let grieve on her own.

“Hey, Auntie Emily. I-I wanted to say I love you, and I forgot to tell you this the last time so I say it a second time. I love you. And I miss you. I think Daddy misses you too. He is sad since you are gone. I’m too. I think it’s because we miss you. But I hope you like Heaven. Maybe you see my Mommy. When you do, can you say I love her?

“I’ll try to see you soon, Auntie. Goodbye!” (Y/N) goes back to her father and makes grabby hands towards him. Gladly Spencer picks her up again, putting a kiss on her head. “Wanna go home, Daddy.” The child mumbles, exhausted by all the stress and emotions from the day.

The father is relieved to have an excuse to skip the meal with the team. He is scared that the evening at the little restaurant is clouded by sadness and angst. Spencer doesn’t need that right now, a nice sit in with his daughter sounds way better.

After saying their goodbyes the little family sits in the car on their way to the apartment. As soon as Spencer starts the car, (Y/N) is fast asleep. He looks at her through the rear view mirror, happy to see her at peace. It gives the father time to sort through his own thoughts. Since Emily’s death (Y/N) tries to be around him constantly, which he is thankful for, because she keeps the darkness away.

Her last hours play again and again before his eyes. The different ways he could have stopped all of this. Why didn’t he say more when she began biting her nails? When she said “Laura Reynolds is dead”? Maybe all of this is his fault?

His forearm begins to itch. Exactly where Tobias Hankel injected the needle same as he did several times. Maybe, maybe it would make everything better? Just this one tim-

“Daddy? When are we home?” The small voice cuts off his train of thought. Spencer needs a few seconds to clear his mind. Did he really think that? Taking dilaudid while the reason he fought his addiction literally sits right behind him? “Just a few minutes, Sweetheart. Do you want to go to bed after dinner?”

As if she knows that the father can’t be left alone in this state, (Y/N) answers: “No, I wanna watch a movie with you. Can we watch Alvin and the chipmunks? I love Simon so much!” This places a smile on his face, the excitement in her eyes scare his dark thoughts away. “Sure, Peanut. We can watch whatever you want.”

It's the fourth evening in a row that the girl sleeps in her father’s bed. She either falls asleep there or climbs next to him in the middle of the night, so he figures he lets her sleep there right away.

“Good night, Sweetheart”, he tells her as they lay down. Even though it’s quite early for Spencer to go to bed it’s (Y/N)’s time. “Good night, Daddy”, she tells him while snuggling closer, “I love you. Soooooo much.”

The young doctor decides to take the next few days off from work in order to work through the events. The first one he spends coloring in books with her the whole day. While she works on her own books gifted by various members of the BAU, Spencer has his own extra made for adults. He can’t deny the soothing effect it has on him. The repeating moves calms the storm of thoughts inside his head.

The next day the two of them sit the whole day on the small couch in the living room, (Y/N) on his lap, and read. Sometimes they read for themselves, others the father reads outloud from his own or (Y/N) from her own. It’s kind of therapeutic to hear his child doing something he enjoyed his whole life.

“Daddy, do you think she feels lonely in heaven? There is nobody she knows, she has to wait for us to follow her, doesn’t she?” Not prepared for such a deep question, Spencer is caught off guard.

He clears his throat before answering. “Uh, Auntie Emily isn’t that lonely up there, you know. You can’t remember him, but Uncle Gideon, a friend from work and someone I looked up to, is there. He surely greeted her with open arms, happy to see her. And your Mommy is also there, she certainly asked lots of questions about you.” “A-are you sure? I told her to say Mommy ‘I love you’ when she sees her.” (Y/N) looks up to her father with big eyes.

He is not sure if he is lying right now to her, but he sees that his daughter needs the reassurance. “Yes, I’m sure.” To lighten the mood he begins to tickle her, which ends in a tickle fight which in turn ends in tiring the girl out and falling asleep while watching a Disney movie.

The next day is by far the worst since it all happened. Both (Y/N) and Spencer haven’t slept much due to nightmares from both sides (him comforting her as she tears him from his own), which results in a grumpy toddler and a non stop coffee drinking adult.

“Sweetheart, you need to put that shirt on. Auntie JJ is expecting us in ten minutes. Please, stop fighting me”, he begs, but she continues to cry. As Spencer tries for a third time to put it on her (Y/N) throws herself to the other side of the bed.

“I don’t want that, Daddy!” She finally gets out through her sobs. Spencer halts in his movements. “Why? That’s your favorite, Baby.” While (Y/N) begins to cry louder, he leaves the clothing article on the bed and gathers her in his arm, rocking her back and forth additionally to whispering sweet reassurances in her ear.

“She gave it to me. I don’t wanna make it dirty or ruin it”, the toddler says between shaky breaths. For what feels like the trillionth time, the young agent’s heart breaks over this statement. He has a bigger vocabulary than the average English speaking person, but at this moment Spencer is at a loss of words.

“Sweetheart, I apologize for not acknowledging this right away. I’ll get another shirt out for you, ok? Thank you so much for telling and helping me.” Just a few minutes later the little family is on their way to the next metro stop. It’s then that Spencer realizes his day won’t be any easier.

“(Y/N) you can sit in the seat next to me like you always do. Why do you have to sit in my lap today?” Normally he isn’t someone who denies his child physical contact, but the seating chart has a logical purpose. Being on a train with a child means you have some kind of luggage with you, which leads to occupying a four seats compartment. In order to prevent somebody taking the seat next to him, Spencer places his daughter there. It’s a win win situation for everybody, really.

Unfortunately for him (Y/N) is extra clingy today and won’t stop crawling onto his lap. With a sigh he accepts his defeat and tries not to think about the amount of germs that fly around.

Another problem that torments the father: Over the last few days his cravings grew. Especially today the feeling, the need, for another shot and another high is undeniable for him. As if sensing this (Y/N) sticks by his side throughout the whole time, keeping his mind off of the drug that changes him.

While they are at the Jareau’s and Lamontagne’s household, his daughter refuses to play with Henry. “I wanna stay with you”, she murmurs into his shoulder. Again Spencer accepts his defeat and sits down on the couch next to his best friend.

“Sweetheart, you need to let me go. I have to go to the bathroom, you can’t come with me.” This is followed by a tsunami of tears. While JJ tries to console her, he slips out of the room discreetly.

Due to (Y/N)’s current grumpiness and Spencer’s fatigue they quickly call it a night, even though he could use some more comfort from his friends.

“Good night, Sweetheart. Sleep tight and dream nice. I love you”, he says after tucking his child in and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Night night, Daddy. I love you, too”, her small voice echoes back to him and makes him smile softly.

Spencer finds his way back to the living room and sits down with a book in his lap. As expected he doesn’t get much reading done, too distracted by his own thoughts. The events of the night of his colleague’s, his friend’s, death replay themselves over and over again.

What if he made his conclusions faster? He is supposed to be the smart one, the one the team relies on for making important connections. But he failed once so who knows what happens when he fails again? Next time it could be the whole team dying. He could die. He would leave (Y/N) alone with the team gone. His mother isn’t capable of caring for her and his father doesn’t even know she exists. She will go into foster care, into a home with too many kids. She will be looked over, too small to be seen. Her potential will go to waste and she will never achieve anything she is capable of. And all that because he hasn’t made a conclusion fast enough.

Spencer’s scars on his forearm itch worse than ever. One shot. Only one shot to make the thoughts go away. To make the guilt go away, the bad feelings. He needs it. He needs to cure himself from the symptoms of being a human.

Before the young doctor even registers what he is doing he already put his jacket on and looks for his wallet when a voice startles him.

“Daddy, i can't sleep. Can I stay with you again?” (Y/N) stands in the doorway, clutching her stuffed animal and her blanket, shielding her eyes from the light, oblivious to what her father was about to do.

“Oh Darling, of course. Do you want me to read to you? Or we drink hot chocolate and watch a movie?” He suggests, ready to distract himself from anything that’s going on in his mind. A few minutes later his daughter cuddles into his side while watching once again Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Spencer is just happy to have his light in his life all the time and is ready to tackle any task to keep her there, may it be once again the weekly visits for anonymous narcotics or time off from work to process the events together in therapy.

Taglist:

All works:

@agentshortstacc

Criminal Minds:

@averyhotchner @mggsprettygirl

Spencer Reid x child!reader:

@ilovetaquitosmmmm

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x daughter!reader #spencer reid x child!reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #x daughter!reader #x child!reader

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simplee-dreaming · 3 years

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I Was Acting!

A/N: Okay so this was kinda rushed because stuff kept happening but I still hope it's good!

Word count: 1846

Summary: Tom Hiddleston discovers the reader is ticklish.

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“Great acting today guys. Let’s all get home and rest before another fantastic day tomorrow!” said the director.

You, amongst everyone else, packed up your stuff and headed back to the hotel you were staying at during filming.

You were working on a new movie, about a single father and his teenage daughter conquering real life problems as a team of two. It was a really sweet film and so far you’d had a great couple of weeks on set with the cast and crew. Tom Hiddleston was playing your father and you still couldn’t get over the excitement whenever you saw him walking around the set. You almost fainted when you met him for the first time at the read through.

You decided to get an early night and rest well before another long, but exciting, day of filming tomorrow.

The morning finally arrived and you completed your morning routine before heading off to the set. Tom was already there when you arrived, unsurprisingly.

“Good morning darling, sleep well?” He asked.

“I did indeed. You?”

“Very much so. Would you like a tea?”

“Yeah sure! Only if you’re making it though,” you winked at him. He walked into the kitchen and appeared a few minutes later with a lovely hot cup of tea to give to you.

“There’s my favourite stars! How are we feeling today?” said the director, approaching you both.

“Ready to roll!” replied Tom, you nodded.

“Awesome! Now, one of the scenes we’re filming today, as you know, is the one of just you two at home where Martin - uh, yourself, Tom - is comforting Harriet - of course, you, Y/N - after she breaks down about being bullied at school. You’re both aware of this scene happening today I assume?”

You both nodded and murmured agreement.

“Okay good. Well, it’s the first scene we’re going to film today but I’ve been speaking with the producer and we both agreed that we could add something to the scene to really show the special connection between their father/daughter relationship,” he said.

“Go on..” Tom replied.

“Would you two be comfortable with filming a little tickle scene?”

You blushed.

“See, our thought process was that after Harriet confides in Martin about her bullying, he could cheer her up by tickling her a bit - really showing the bond between them. We’ve added a couple of lines to the script which are here. Don’t worry if you forget or improvise, we have plenty of shooting time today. Would you be okay with that?”

“Absolutely fine with me! Y/N?” Tom replied.

“Hm? Oh yeah, um, yeah that’s fine,” you said, trying to act cool.

“Perfect!” The director said, handing you both a piece of paper with the new lines on. He gave you both a smile and walked off.

“Well then, better get practising,” Tom said.

“It’s only one new line each, hardly needs to be practised,” you laughed.

“I wasn’t talking about the script,” Tom said. He turned to you and winked before walking off. Your heart jumped.

The time had come for you and Tom to film that scene. You both got into position as the lights and cameras were adjusted appropriately.

“And, action!” The director called.

“I was thinking of just making an omelette for dinner. Nothing special but might be nice,” said Tom.

“Mhm,” you murmured.

“Did you just want ham and cheese? Or something more adventurous?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you repeated.

“And what was that an answer to?” he asked.

“What?” you said, looking up from your prop phone.

“I asked if you just wanted a ham and cheese omelette or something more,” Tom said.

“Oh, yeah, that’ll be fine,” you replied, looking back at your prop phone.

“What’s wrong? You don’t seem yourself tonight,” Tom said.

“I’m fine,” you replied, not looking up.

“No you’re not. What’s wrong?” He asked, taking a seat next to you.

“It’s just...just some girls at school. They’re not exactly the nicest,” you sighed, hanging your head.

“Is it the same girls as last term?” he asked. You nodded.

“Oh Harriet, why didn’t you say something?”

“Because I thought I could handle it,” you replied. He sighed and put an arm around you.

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna contact the rest of the PTA tonight and see the headteacher tomorrow. These girls are on file from the last time they bullied you so it won’t take much to make sure they’re punished. I’m sure the other parents on the PTA will have something against them too. Does that sound good?” he said. You nodded again.

“Good. But right now I gotta make sure my little girl is happy,”

“I’m not little anymore, Dad,” you replied.

“You are to me. Now come on, where’s that smile?” he asked. You continued to hang your head. He moved his hand down and gave your side a squeeze. You yelped, not expecting him to tickle you at that moment. He looked at you, a mischievous look in his eye. He squeezed your side again, making you yelp louder and twist away from him.

“Nohoho!” You giggled.

“My little girl is still just as ticklish,” he teased. You fell backwards into the sofa when he started clawing at your tummy.

“AHAHAHA NO!” You cried. He laughed with you, clearly surprised at your reaction.

“I’m just cheering you up!” He said, squeezing your sides again. You latched your hands onto his wrists to try and pull him off you.

“NO PLEHEHEASE!” You yelled, trying so hard not to scream “Tom” and ruin the scene.

“And cut!” the director shouted. Tom instantly stopped and helped you sit up on the sofa.

“That was the perfect take guys! Alright, break for 30 then back for the next scene. Nice job Y/N and Tom,” the director said, applauding you both. The rest of the crew disbanded to go on break. You and Tom were still sat on the set sofa. He looked at you.

“So…” he said, smiling.

“So?” you asked.

“So, how long were you gonna hide this from me?” He asked.

“Hide what?...” you replied.

“You know what,” he said, grinning at you. He poked your side and you yelped.

“Tom...no…” you said, panicked.

“You’re really ticklish Y/N, I can’t just ignore that,” he said. The smirk on his face gave you butterflies.

“No I’m not, I was just acting,” you said, faking confidence. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t believe you. He slid across the sofa towards you and the sudden movement made you panic. You leapt up from the sofa and fled.

“Oh no you don’t!” He yelled, running after you. You looked back and screamed when you saw him chasing you.

You ran round the corner and headed towards the back of the set. You turned another corner and found yourself at a dead end. You slowly turned around and found Tom standing behind you, an evil grin on his face.

“No...Tom...please…” you begged, holding your hands up in front of you.

“Well, well, well. Look what you got yourself into. A very ticklish girl, trapped. No escape,” he teased, wiggling his fingers by his sides. You took a deep breath and let the adrenaline take over. You ran towards him and tried to dodge him, thinking you could get past and escape. He was too quick for you and grabbed you by the waist, spinning you round in the air before lying you on the floor. He knelt down and straddled your waist.

“TOM WAIT!” You screamed. He let out an evil laugh before squeezing your sides again.

“Acting eh?” He teased, smiling at you as you shrieked beneath him.

“I AHAHAM AHAHACTING!” You shrieked. He moved his hands up and scratched at your ribs.

“Who-oh-oa!” He said, giggling at your reaction when he started tickling your ribs. “Bad spot?” He asked.

“NOHOHOHO!” You screamed. You grabbed his biceps as he continued to scratch and squeeze your ribs. He finally stopped and grabbed your arms, pinning them above your head.

“Ah ah ah,” he mocked telling you off. “Now then, where else are you ticklish?” He asked.

“N-nowhere…” you blatantly lied. He looked at you, eyebrow raised.

“Tell me or I’ll have to find out for myself,” he said, a teasing tone in his voice.

You stayed silent.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he gave you a sly wink and let go of your arms to shove his hands in your armpits. You slammed your arms down to your sides and shrieked louder than ever.

“My, my. Is this a bad spot?” He asked.

“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!”

“No? Are you sure? It seems pretty ticklish to me,” he said with a puzzled look on his face. He picked up the pace of his wiggling fingers and you threw your head back in ticklish agony.

“Does this tickle?” He asked.

“NOHOHO!”

“Hm,” Tom bent down and nuzzled his beard into your neck. You twisted your head to the side but he had already buried his face into the crook of your neck. Without warning, he blew a big raspberry whilst still tickling under your arms. You screamed.

“FUHUHU-AHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Did that tickle?”

“NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Damn. Okay,” he said. He shuffled himself down a little bit, his hands leaving your armpits to scribble over your ribs again. He thought for a moment before lifting up your top with his nose.

“TOHOHOHOHOM DOHOHON’T YOHOHOU DAHAHARE!” You shrieked, knowing full well what he was planning.

He grinned at you and winked before lowering his head. Your screams turned desperate after he blew raspberry after raspberry up and down your tummy. The worst one was when he blew a raspberry just under your belly button and nuzzled his beard into your tummy. It was torture.

He kept blowing raspberries on your sensitive tummy, his beard tickling you as he did so. His hands switched between tickling your ribs and your sides. You finally gave in and fell into a silent laughter, weak from the tickles. He lifted his head after one more nuzzled raspberry and ceased his attack.

“Still acting?” He asked, chuckling.

“Shut….up... “ you panted.

“Answer the question,” he said, dragging one set of nails down your tummy.

“Ohohokay, I was acting!” You giggled, swiping at his hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were this ticklish?” He asked.

“Because I knew you’d do that,” you replied.

“You say that, yet not once did you actually ask me to stop,” he said. You went silent.

“Did you want me to stop?” He asked. You blushed. You brought your hands up to hide your face and he awed at you.

“Hm, 15 minutes till we’re due back. I think round two,” he declared. He quickly grabbed your arms, before you could protest, and pinned them to your chest before bending down and blowing more raspberries on your sensitive tummy.

You were both laughing so much that you lost track of time and were 10 minutes late back to set. But you made sure to get Tom back after filming...

#tickle fic #ler!tom hiddleston #lee!reader

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sunshineseung · 3 years

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Journal Finale

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 4.9k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!jeongin, milf!reader x dilf!changbin, threesome, blowjob (giving), unprotected PIV (missionary position), breeding/impregnation/pregnancy [end of threesome], protected anal (receiving), more unannounced voyeurism, arguing :(, kissing/making out, nipple play (giving), blowjob (giving) the squeakuel, cum swallowing, slight pussyjob, unprotected PIV (cowgirl position), use of handcuffs, creampie, your usual praise and mild degradation here and there, and the ending :) enjoy~

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“Jeongin, get over here.” Changbin readied himself at your entrance while Jeongin stumbled over to Changbin. “You’re gonna fuck her pretty face while I take this pussy, got it?”

“Yes, sir!” Jeongin jumped at the command and walked to the top of the bed, running the head of his cock between your lips before you smiled and took him into your mouth. His dick hit the back of your throat as Changbin filled you up, his thick cock making you whine loudly onto Jeongin. “Ah~ mommy!”

“Such a good mouth, huh?” Changbin’s hips are relentlessly thrusting into your sopping cunt while Jeongin desperately bucks into your mouth. “Tight little cunt, too.”

As much as Jeongin wants to say “yeah, I know,” he holds back to keep the peace. Jeongin watching you get fucked while sucking his cock is going to make him cum so much faster than usual, he can already feel it. You just look so gorgeous with your tits bouncing on your chest as you get pounded by Changbin and the drool running down your face from Jeongin’s cock.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy up with my cum. Get you pregnant with my kids.” Changbin groans loudly as his cock rams into you, brushing perfectly against your g-spot. You swear you can see stars when he starts playing with your clit, egging you on even more. “Fuck, you wish this was you, don’t you, Jeongin?”

“Huh?” Jeongin peeks his head up, slowing his pace in your mouth so he can edge himself (and not look like a baby for cumming so soon).

“You wish you were knocking Y/n up, don’t you?” Changbin smiles, staring Jeongin dead in the eyes as he pounds your pussy like he owns it. “Y/n’s gonna be all mine soon enough. Once she has my kids, you’ll be out of the picture.”

“No! Please!” Jeongin’s cock slips out of your mouth, the younger going to push away your other lover. “You can’t take her!”

“You’re too late, Jeongin.” You and Changbin laugh as Jeongin looks down, your belly already bloated as if you’re pregnant. Suddenly, Jeongin feels miles away from the bed, Changbin fucking you from a distance across an indescribable void. He tries to run, but you just keep getting farther. He hears your voice: “Wake up, Jeongin! Wake up!”

🍓🍀🍯.

“Ah~ oh my god…”

“You like that, baby? Tell me you like it.”

“Y-yes Changbin, so good.”

Jeongin slowly opens his eyes, rubbing them before looking at his surroundings. He’s still in the closet… what? Jeongin looks out the crack in the closet door and as if he couldn’t already hear, Changbin’s pounding you from the back. The lighting of the room is hardly bright enough to see the action, but he certainly hears every skin slap, moan, and bed creak.

“Fuck, your ass is so tight,” Changbin groans hardly over a whisper, the deep growl in his tone making you shiver. His hands gripped your hips tight enough to control your movements, keeping your ass still while he rammed his fat cock into your tight ass, the lube making everything sound extra wet and lewd.

You dropped your hands to your sides and let your face fall into the bed, turning your head to the side so you could still breathe. The vision of Changbin’s dimly lit body with sweat dripping down his sculpted chest made your cunt throb, as if he hadn’t just been balls deep inside that hole minutes earlier, the used condom still on the floor next to your bed.

Without warning, you feel Changbin release inside of your ass, his cum being caught in the condom as his pelvis stops thrusting for his body to rest. He moans loudly, your name somewhere in the mix of expletives as he comes down from his second high of the night. You both feel worn out, bodies exhausted from two consecutive rounds of sex.

Being the gentleman he is, Changbin pulls out slowly and pulls off the condom, picking up the other one from the floor to throw them both into the trash can. As you go to the bathroom, Changbin sits on the edge of your bed and waits for you to return.

Jeongin’s sweating bullets in the closet. He feels so disgusting for peeping like this, although this was one of his secret fantasies not too long ago. He also can’t help but feel the slightest bit jealous… okay, maybe really jealous. He backs himself into the back of your closet and puts his head into his knees, curling into a ball not to cry but just to pretend he’s anywhere else.

“Hey, this was fun, but I should get going.” Changbin puts his wrinkled clothes back on as you get out your own pajamas. “I’d be down for a second date.”

“If you’re paying, I’m down for anything.” You both laugh as you take him out to the front door to say goodbye. After a short kiss, he goes out to his car and drives into the fog of the night. Satisfied, you hobble back to your bedroom, pleasantly unaware of the laughable mess going on at your destination.

Jeongin’s face down on your bedroom floor after tripping on the way out of the closet. You hear a loud thud, so you quick check on your daughters, but nothing’s out of the ordinary. Turning the corner into your bedroom, Jeongin’s on the other side of the door, a weak attempt to hide from you.

Of course, when you close the door, you immediately see Jeongin. You jump back and clutch your chest, beyond confused as to why Jeongin’s in your bedroom right now, half naked and shaking like a scared pup.

“Jeongin, what the fuck?!” He’s never heard you so loudly angry since you were on the phone with Minho. Every word gets caught in Jeongin’s throat as he tries to explain why he’s creeping in your bedroom. “I should call the police right now...”

“No! Wait!” Somehow, he’s out of breath without even saying anything. “I can explain.”

“Then go ahead, Jeongin. I’d love to hear your reasoning for snooping around in my room right after... wait, how long have you-“

“I wanted to surprise you, but you brought home someone else, so I just... hid in your closet while you, ya know, did that.” Your jaw hangs open because you’re just unable to believe what you just heard.

“I told you to leave, and yet you felt the need to stay, but not just stay, to hide in my closet and watch me have sex?” You’re tempted to go absolutely feral and beat the shit out of Jeongin, but being the classy lady you obviously are, you hold back. “Give me one good reason why I should let you off the hook for this.”

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t just leave. Besides, I... I fell asleep.” Jeongin hangs his head, his hands tightened into fists at his sides.

“You fell asleep?” You’re shocked the little pervert managed to doze off while you were getting the life fucked out of you. “Was the sex really that boring to watch?”

“Nonono! It’s not that! I was just tired... I guess.” Jeongin looks out of your bedroom window and sees his own bedroom, his safety. God how he wishes he were there right now. “I’m sorry! Can we just pretend this didn’t happen?”

“Pre-... Yang Jeongin, this isn’t something we can just brush under the rug!” You pace back into your room, putting your hands to your head to alleviate the sudden stress. You were too focused on what you’re going to say next that you didn’t hear Jeongin’s ‘well we could try’ remark. “This is a breech of privacy!”

“And fucking another guy behind my back is a breech of trust!”

The self control it took you to not wack this boy upside the head was immeasurable. At this rate, you had as much patience as a silent monk.

“I thought I was your only man. How many other guys have you been fucking, huh?” Jeongin thought he had finally gotten you on his side, he really did. He thought he put the jealousy behind him, but now he was heated, but not as heated as you. Oh, not nearly as heated as you.

“I don’t have feelings for you, Jeongin.” You put your foot down. You just stared at the boy, crossing your arms to firmly stand your ground. “This partnership isn’t exclusive. I can fuck whoever I want. I thought I made that clear.”

Jeongin’s shattered. Destroyed. Ruined. Synonyms he can’t think of for right now. You said what he already knew, but he didn’t want to hear it come from your mouth. As explosive as this relationship was, he knew it would eventually blow, just not like this, and definitely not this soon.

“Get out of my house. I want to go to bed.” You turn around, unable to face Jeongin for your own sake. “We can talk about this tomorrow.”

When the going gets tough, Yang Jeongin runs the other way. Whenever he stands up for himself, he’s punished for it. All he can do is run. He can’t keep running away.

Jeongin gets dressed in his clothes from earlier and leaves without a word, only a sullen look on his exhausted face. Walking into his own home, no one is there to greet him so late at night. Everyone in his family is asleep, or more likely jarred awake from the random slamming of doors from their lovely Jeongin.

Looking across the way to your bedroom window, the lights are off and the curtain is shut. You’ve likely gone to bed by now after this restful and simultaneously stressful day. Jeongin’s heart aches, but he’s glad you’re getting some rest. He knows how hard it can be recovering from anal.

🍓🍰🐤🍀💐🍯

As usual, your babysitter arrives at 5pm sharp to watch your kids while you go to work. You wave him a sour goodbye before leaving him with your kids. For once, you’re actually worried if your kids are okay. You’ve always trusted Jeongin with your easygoing daughters, but you can’t trust him anymore. Not after that.

Upon getting home, you see your two daughters running around pretending to be knights and a tired Jeongin laying on your couch being the slain dragon of course. “Welcome home! Sorry, they wouldn’t go to bed.”

“Well, at least you tried.” You put your purse down before wrangling your kids and hustling them into bed, but not before promising to play castles with them in the morning for your day off. “G’night.”

“Goodnight, mommy!” No way was Yang Jeongin going to ruin that word for you.

“So, how was work?” As you walk back into the living room, Jeongin is acting as cool and proper as possible to keep your anger level at a low.

“Let’s talk.” Damnit, the one thing Jeongin wanted to avoid. “Why did you stay last night after I told you to go home?”

“I... I wanted to play.” His cutsie submissive voice is sweet, but very much unwelcomed right now. “I missed you!”

“Cut the shit, Jeongin. I know I should have told you about Changbin, but sneaking around my house is unacceptable.” There you go again, scolding him like a child. Even though he was totally in the wrong here, he couldn’t help but feel bitter from you treating him like a kid. Some things never change. “And you decided to just stay?”

“What the hell else was I supposed to do? You and your man were blocking all the exits!” As right as he is, you refuse to admit defeat so easily. “And I wanted to join in... a little.”

“If Changbin knew you were in that closet, he would have tossed you out of the window. Consider yourself lucky.” You sigh, tossing yourself onto the couch next to Jeongin. “I don’t want to end our relationship like this, but-“

“End? What?” Jeongin’s doe eyes are wide as he jumps up and stares at you, weak in the knees just from the thought of leaving you. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“It’s not just this incident.” You take his hands in yours, rubbing your thumbs over the backs of his hands to comfort him. “This relationship was never meant to go far. We both know that.” Just because you both knew it doesn’t mean Jeongin wanted to accept it. “You deserve better than your old neighbor, and I need to move on to be happy. You deserve a real girlfriend, and my kids deserve a real dad.”

“I can be a great father!” Oh, he’s so desperate. You’ve never seen him so tearful. Your heart stings just seeing him like this. With your hands still intertwined with his, you pull him onto your lap. “Where is all this coming from? You just said the other day that you loved me.”

“I do love you, but not like this.” You can’t look him in the eyes right now. It’ll hurt too much for you both. “We’re just sex partners. That’s all this was ever going to be. Do you honestly think I’d let you become the father of my children?”

That dream. That god damned dream. The images of Changbin and you from his dream are all he sees. Your words sting like knives but they go in one ear and out the other; felt, but not heard.

“Please don’t leave me.” Jeongin can’t hold it anymore. He starts to cry, falling into your shoulder to hide his shame. You just pat his back, clutching him to your body. You didn’t expect him to get this emotional. With how your last breakup went, the crying was your job. “I love you.”

“I know,” you say, giving him plenty of time to calm down. His eyes begin to dry, but his chest is heavy. He feels like the world is collapsing around him. “All of this because I couldn’t mind my business and keep out of your journal.”

Your attempt to lighten the mood does get a chuckles out of Jeongin, but it’s followed by a pause in his breathing and a loud sigh. He backs away from your hug, wiping his cheeks and finally looking you in the eyes. It was now you realized that you haven’t made eye contact with him since you started this conversation.

“Can we do it one more time?” Aaaaaand there goes the eye contact. You fumble over your words, mind jumbled from the unexpected proposition. “And if fucking you vanilla didn’t keep you around, can I be your little boy again?”

The light in his eyes is flickering back. His skin feels warm again. Jeongin’s coming back to you. As much as you want to say no, you couldn’t possibly turn down one last time with your favorite boy. “Of course, baby. One more time.”

“I want to break the bed.” Jeongin hops up, pulling you up by your hands before you can even process what’s going on. You’re tired, he’s tired, but you both want this. This is for the both of you. “Ruin me, mommy.”

"A little demanding, aren’t we?” You turn to lock your bedroom door shut as Jeongin sits on the edge of the bed, eager for whatever you’re willing to give him. After turning down the lights, you push Jeongin back on the bed, his legs still hanging over the edge. Although your body was still recovering from the night before, you’re ready to, as Jeongin so kindly put it, break the bed.

You set yourself up on Jeongin’s lap, both of you still clothed, and gently grind down onto his crotch. He’s hard as ever, whining as you roll your hips over him. You bite down on your lip to hold your moans, although your partner doesn’t care how much noise he makes. Jeongin’s sure that if he gets too loud, you’ll shut him up.

“You’re so pretty underneath me, baby.” You lean down to put your hands in his hair, combing through his short hair to cup his cheeks with both of your hands. “Can I tell you something?”

“Anything,” Jeongin huffs.

“As much as I yell at you, I do want you to know that I enjoy my time with you,” you say with sincerity dripping from your tone. You kiss his lips sweetly, quickly turning the kiss into a heated mess of tongues. His cheeks are warm against your palms. He feels so small, so precious. All yours. When the kiss breaks, you look each other in the eyes for a moment, his eyes sparkling with innocence despite the circumstances. “My lovely little boy.”

Before Jeongin can speak, you dive in for another make out session, this time the kisses leading down from his pretty lips to his defined jawline. As much as you’d love to leave hickeys, you don’t want him to have a reminder of you for the coming days. Your hands rest on his chest over his shirt as you move down to his neck, hearing him whimper and whine above you.

Your hands slowly move his shirt up to his collarbones, exposing his chest for you to see. When you move down to his chest to play with his nipples, Jeongin throws his head back from the sensation. Your fingers twist his nipple while your mouth keeps busy on the other, sucking at the perk bud. His mind was entirely black, his only thought being how good everything feels. Pulling away from his spit-coated chest, you look down at him like he’s prey. Seeing the look in your eyes, he can feel his dick twitch in his pants.

“You’re so sexy, mommy.” His voice is light and sweet, his submissive persona finally taking him over. “Need to be inside you.”

“So impatient, tsk.” You stand up from his body and pull him up by his wrists. “Take your clothes off, baby. I can’t touch you if you’re clothed.”

Compliantly, Jeongin quickly strips his body of his clothes, taking his pants and underwear down in one motion after yanking his shirt over his head. Behind him, you’re doing the same, getting naked so the fun can really begin.

“Aw, so hard for me already.” You walk up to Jeongin and take his cock in your hand, stroking it while maintaining eye contact with him. His little lip bite makes him look so endearing. “You want me to suck you off, sweetheart?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Then beg for it.” You remove your hand from his length and step back, staring at him with your arms folded over your chest. He whines loudly before pouting out his bottom lip.

“Please suck me off, ma’am. Wanna cum down your throat...” his eyes wander to your chest before darting back up to your lips where you hold a hint of a smirk. “Please?”

“What my boy wants, he gets.” You smile as his eyes light up. “Back on the bed, boy. Let mommy take care of you.”

Jeongin hops onto the bed, spreading his legs flat for you to get between. You lay on your stomach between his legs, hands immediately going to stroke his cock and play with his balls. He stares down at you, eyes glued to your face as you stare at the head of his cock. He’s already dripping. So pathetic.

Before taking him fully into your mouth, you run your tongue along the underside of his cock, flicking your tongue against his tip. He bucks his hips up before you wrap your lips around him, bobbing your head around his tip as your hand stays hard at work on his shaft. Jeongin closes his eyes and moans a little too loud for your liking, but your mouth is too busy to scold him.

“Fuck, so nice,” Jeongin whimpers between heavy breaths. He jerks his head back as his toes curl, the pleasure from your mouth becoming too hot to handle. Hollowing out your cheeks, you’re prepared for Jeongin to cum fast. If he’s really frustrated enough to spy on you, then he isn’t lasting long with your mouth on his cock. “M-mommy...”

You pop your mouth off of him, “yes, doll?”

“Please swallow my cum, okay?” Jeongin looks so angelic with the dim light bouncing off of his sweaty skin. “I’m so close.”

Without a word, you get back to business, swirling your tongue around his cock like it’s a lollipop. You can feel him throb in your grip, and his balls start to tense. For one last effort, you remove your hand that was jerking him and take him down your throat, feeling yourself nearly gag from his length.

The sensation becomes too much, and Jeongin cums down your throat, bucking his hips into your mouth while drool escapes the corners of your mouth. Carefully, you pull your head off of him, not dripping too much out of your mouth. Jeongin watches your face with a dazed expression as you swallow his load just as he asked.

“You taste so good every time, pretty boy.” You wipe your mouth of any excess runoff while Jeongin catches his breath, laying with all his limbs extended. “My turn now, isn’t it?”

“Do whatever you want to me.” Jeongin sits up on his elbows, finally able to look at you with his mind fully present. “I’m all yours.”

“You wanted to break the bed, right?” You straddle his hips, cock starting to harden again as he feels you rub his cock through your folds. “Let’s make that a goal, shall we?”

“Oh my god, please.” Jeongin holds your hips and presses his cock up against you, thrusting through the folds of your cunt.

“Hands to yourself, baby.” You take his wrists and hold his hands above his head. “Unless you need some help restraining them.”

“Oh mommy, please handcuff me!” He’s too excited about this. Still, you reach over into your bedside drawer and pull out a pair of leather cuffs, wrapping them through the bed frame before retraining his wrists.

“Much better.” You kiss his lips before leaning back up to ride him. Now that’s he hard again, you raise your hips from his to line his cock with your entrance. “I’m not stopping unless you say something, got it?”

“Yes ma’am!” Jeongin can hardly wait to be inside you again.

You slowly lower yourself down onto his cock, letting him stretch you out and fill you up with his length. Your moans are deep and grand, while Jeongin pathetically whines like a bitch in heat. You love it. “Mmm, good boy, Innie. Such a good boy.”

Your praises make him stutter in his whimpers something vaguely resembling a “thank you”. You’ll take what you can get, surprised he can think of anything when he’s this far into his headspace.

You start to ride him, your hips lifting and lowering on his cock. The continuous clenches of your cunt around his dick makes him throb, his chest raising and lowering with every deep breath. His tip runs into your cunt as his shaft drifts against your walls. You feel so full, so good, so fucking good. The only thought on your brain is Jeongin’s cock.

When you speed up your strokes, the bed starts squeaking louder and louder. Between your shared moans and the suggestive bodily noises, you couldn’t be any louder unless you wanted to scare your children awake. Still, you didn’t get this house so well soundproofed for nothing, although that was admittedly Minho’s idea.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Jeongin.” Dropping the pet names for a moment, you let your body go as you feel your orgasm start to near. One of your hands goes down to your clit while your other holds you up, planting firmly next to Jeongin’s head. Your tits are practically in his face, and he can’t help but take a peek. “You think you can cum again for me, baby?”

“Of course, yes! Please let me cum.” Jeongin struggles against the restraints, totally forgetting they’re even there, in an attempt to wrap his arms around you. His hips buck up into you as you slowly stop your motions and let him fuck you. Hitting your g-spot so effortlessly, you tighten around him as your orgasm washes over you.

While listening to you curse through your orgasm, Jeongin relentlessly pounds into you from underneath, jutting his hips up just enough to make you lose your mind. With your cunt convulsing around his dick, Jeongin can’t hold it in anymore. As you come down, he cums up into you, fucking his release into you for as long as he can before his legs go weak and he stops, you gently lowing into him before falling into his chest, kissing the nearest skin to your lips.

Suddenly, the room feels gloomy. You both know the goodbye is coming. Neither of you are ready. Being the mature on, you stretch your arms from around him and sit up, ending this sensual moment.

“Alright, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You lift yourself off of him, holding your legs together to keep the mess from dripping down your legs. “There’s tissues next to you if you want to clean up.”

Jeongin soberly takes a tissue and cleans off the mess between his legs, wishing this wasn’t the last time he’d have to clean himself up in your bed. One last time, he turns to his side and sniffs your pillow, an oddly nostalgic feeling washing over his senses. He’ll miss this.

You come out of the bathroom with a robe around you. Jeongin’s still lying on the bed collecting his thoughts. You look at each other. His smile is so pure. He’s happy just to see you.

“Thank you for everything, Jeongin.” You walk over to where he lays and kiss him on his forehead. His cheeks flush pink, but he stops smiling. He knows what’s coming. “You should go.”

“Does this mean I’m also fired?” You nod at his question, and now Jeongin’s double disappointed. “Did you enjoy tonight?”

“As much as I could.” You look around at the clothes scattered on the ground before picking up Jeongin’s underwear and handing them to him. “You should head home. It’s late.”

Jeongin takes his underwear out of your hand, and now he’s red with embarrassment. He gets dressed as you walk back to the living room to get his bookbag so he can walk out as easily as possible.

“Bye, Jeongin. I’ll see you around I guess.” This is so much more awkward than you intended. You’re waving goodbye as he walks down your driveway, but he isn’t even looking at you. When he turns back to his house, you see him wave his entire arm towards you.

“Bye Ms. L/n! Thank you!” His yell is so cute. You can’t help but smile before walking back into your house to finally go to bed.

Walking into his silent house, Jeongin runs up to his room to finally be at peace. He tosses his bag towards his bed before sitting against his door with his head in his hands. He isn’t crying (he already did that). He’s decompressing. That’s what he’s calling it, anyway.

Looking at his desk, that’s where it sits. That fucking journal. The thing that got him into this mess. The omen that’s been haunting him since that night. Jeongin can hardly look at the black and white marbled pattern. As nice as he thought his writing was in that book, he can’t have it anymore. The clusterfuck that his journal represented was too much to handle. It’s time to move on.

🍓🍀🍯.

Jeongin: Hey sorry it’s late can I use your fire pit tomorrow night?

Seungmin: Wtf why?

Jeongin: Long story. I just need to burn something.

Seungmin: Should I invite the others?

Jeongin: Sure let’s make it a party

Seungmin: I expect a full explanation tomorrow, alright?

Seungmin: I don’t just light up the fire pit for anyone.

Jeongin: Thank you

Seungmin: Anything for you bro :)

Jeongin: omg don’t call me bro you’ve been hanging with Felix too much

Seungmin: Is it really that obvious?

Seungmin: Damn 😔

🍓🍰🐤🍀💐🍯

“Do it! Do it!” Jeongin’s friends were chanting behind him, eager to see the youngest burn his notebook. Jeongin looked down one last time at the journal before tossing it into the open flame and watching the fire burn higher and brighter. He steps back into Felix who holds him by his waist, pulling him into a back hug.

“Fuck yeah!” Jisung raises his beer in the air and turns up the music with his phone. Hyunjin and Jisung go dance on the patio while Seungmin tends to the fire. “Woo! Jeongin’s free!”

“I’m proud of you, Jeongin.” Felix turns him around, bringing him into a regular front hug. “I don’t know the whole story, but I’m glad you moved passed whatever was getting you down, man.”

“I’m not over it yet, but this sure did help.” Jeongin looks back at the fire before faintly smiling. “Let’s go drink.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice!” The Aussie in Felix is eager to grab a beer like the rest and loosen up, Jeongin joining his hand in the cooler. Seungmin smiles as he looks over his friends, all smiling and singing to a song from 2009. “Min, ya joining?”

“I’d rather not burn my house down. I can sing from over here.” They all cheer before continuing to sing their childhood classic.

For the first time in forever, Jeongin’s thinking of something other than you. He’s happy. Let him be happy.

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A weekend without Kara.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader.

Word count: 3300.

“AHHH!” You yell standing up in one movement, looking at the portal opening in front of you, right in the middle of your living room. “Holy shit.” You put your hand on your chest and watch the Flash coming out of the portal.

“Oh, hi Superkid!” He smiles at you and you give him a thumbs up, after the first scare. “Is Supergirl home?”

“MOMMA! Uncle Barry is here to drag you to another reality so you two can fight some…” You look at him raising an eyebrow.

“World-consuming alien.” He answers and you agree with your head.

“Some nonsense alien.” You yell again and you hear Kara agreeing from her bedroom, saying she’ll be right down.

“How did you know?” Barry asks, looking at you throwing yourself back on the couch.

“Please. Like you would just show up here to say she looks pretty on her dress or something.” He agrees with his head. You’re right.

“Hey, wanna race while she doesn’t come?” Barry smiles and you stand up again.

“Yeah, I’ve been training a lot. I think I can beat you now.” You walk to the front door and open it.

“One time around the block and here is the finish line?” He asks and you shake your head agreeing. You both get in position for the run. “Ready? Go!” Barry becomes a flash in your eyes, and stops next to you a second later. He looks at you standing by the door, furrowing his brows. “Wait! How are you here already? I’m pretty sure I just broke the sound barrier.”

“Well, I told you I could beat you.” You walk back into the house, and Kara appears all dressed as Supergirl.

“Kid, I’ll be gone for a while. Please text your mom to come stay with you.” Kara asks and you agree with your head, but you don’t move. She points at your phone in your pocket. “Now, come on. I want to see you typing.”

“Fine.” You grab the phone and pretend to send an audio message. “Hey guys, I’ll be alone for the weekend! Party at my house! Bring a beer keg!”

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” Kara is unamused while Barry laughs extremely loud next to her. She shoots him a disapproving look.

“Sorry. She’s hilarious.” Barry shrugs defensively and you smile.

You: Momma is going to another reality. World-consuming alien. The Flash. Probably another bunch of weird stuff.

Mom: OK! Do you want to meet me at the hotel, or should I go home?

You: Home, please.

Mom: Ok baby, see you there after work.

You show your texts to Kara, who shakes her head agreeing. Then looks at Barry next to her, giving him a nod.

“Ok.” He fumbles with the portal control, almost dropping it, then presses the button to open it. “Good to see you Superkid! Next time don’t let me race alone!” He winks at you and you smile.

“Guess you are smart.” You do finger guns at him and he goes into the portal. Kara walks towards you and kisses your forehead.

“Please, be good. If you need anything at all, call your aunt Alex. Be nice to your mom. If there’s an emergency and you need to save National City, please be careful.” She adds another kiss to your forehead. “I love you, little one.”

“I love you, mommy. Be careful out there.” You smile and she agrees, before walking into the portal and disappearing right after.

You look around the empty house and the clock on the kitchen wall. You’re not throwing a party, obviously, but what’s stopping you from having your girlfriend over? You text her, and it doesn’t take long until she’s at your door.

You have everything prepared when she arrives, and you both settle in the living room to watch a movie. She has her arms wrapped around you the entire time and you feel happy and bubbly about the whole situation.

“Hey.” She whispers on your jaw, and gives you a sweet kiss there. “I don’t want to ruin the moment, but can we talk about what happened today at school?”

You forage your brain trying to remember what happened, but nothing comes. You look at her with furrowed brows to show your confusion.

“What that girl said to you?” Maya adds when she realizes you have no idea what she is talking about. “Babe, you can’t possibly have forgotten about it.” She opens a little more distance between you two, shaking her head in denial. “She told you to kill yourself.”

“Oh! Ah! Yes!” You stand up, a little uncomfortable, collecting the empty popcorn containers, and soda cans. “That’s just, you know-”

“That’s just heinous it’s what that is.” She stands up again. “How can you not have told her to go fuck herself or something?”

“Oh no, babe. That’s not-” You turn your back to her, so she won’t see your face completely red. “Why would I do that? I can’t drop to her level.”

“Oh my God, are you serious?” Maya’s voice comes a little louder. You know she’s not fighting you, and that she’s not upset with you, but with the situation. Your heart still starts pounding in your chest, either way. “She told you that you should die because you have Luthor in your name. How can you put up with that and not say a word?”

She walks towards you, taking everything you’re holding out of your hands and putting in the nearest surface. She cups your face and smiles at you.

“I get that you’re the nicest person in the universe, but I can’t stomach the way they treat you in that school. And I don’t like that you put your head down for them.” She kisses your cheek lightly. “If you’re not going to fight them, I will.”

“I just don’t think it’s worth it. It’s not like they’ll ever stop.” You shrug, looking into her eyes. She sighs. “Besides, I’m used to it.”

“Babe, that’s even more upsetting.” Maya puts her head on your collarbone. “What do your moms say about it?”

“Oh no. No.” You step a little further away from her, shaking your head. “They can’t know about the things they say. It would be very distressing.”

You hear a noise in the kitchen and you don’t even have to use your x-ray vision to know that Lena is home, making noises so you notice her there.

“Lena is here.” You say, and Maya holds your hand, when you two walk to the kitchen. “Hey mom.”

“Oh hey-” Lena raises her head from the grocery bags. “Girls.”

“Hello, Mrs. Luthor.” Maya answers and turns her face to you. “Walk me out?”

“Yeah.” Lena waves a quick goodbye at Maya, and you take her outside, closing the door for a little goodbye kiss without Lena being able to see it. “I’ll see you Monday.”

“Ok. Please, text goodnight.” Maya adds before turning on her heels and leaving your house.

You go back inside, and look at Lena putting the food she bought on the fridge. You help her, without saying a word.

“Please tell me you’re eating healthy.” Lena asks, knowing the answer by the things on the fridge. You shrug.

“Maybe you should come back home and make me.” You open a smile and she chuckles, holding your chin and looking at you lovingly.

“Funny.” Lena kisses your cheek and you hug her, laying your head on her shoulder. She strokes your back gently, and you sigh.

“I miss you here.”

Lena doesn’t answer. You know she misses you too by the way she’s holding you tight, and by the way her heart is beating. You know she’s hurt with Kara, and you wish there was something you could do about it.

“So.” Lena lets go of you, cleans one tear on her face, and looks at the things she didn’t put away. “You start on the salad, and I’ll start on the chicken.”

“Sounds good.” You two fall into a natural and comfortable silence while cooking together. It’s twice as fast without Kara around, but half as fun.

After you two finish cooking, she puts the food on the table, while you finish setting it up.

“You know I don’t have super hearing.” Lena says, while filling her glass with wine. You sit and wait for her to come closer. “But, when I got home, I heard you and Maya talking, and it sounded like you two were fighting.”

“Oh, no, we weren’t.” You deny with your head, and serve yourself. Lena finally comes back with her wine. She sits, crossing her legs, reclining on the chair and looking at you from the other side of the table.

“I know. I’ve heard.” She says and you look up to her, realizing what that means. “Baby-”

“Mom, I got it, ok? You don’t have to worry about it.” You sigh, putting food on your mouth, and giving her a thumbs up, because it’s delicious. “Let’s not ruin this perfect dinner with this conversation.”

“I’m sorry, babygirl. I think we should ruin dinner.” Lena says and you sigh. “What they do to you it’s not right. No one is supposed to hear the things you do, because of your stupid name. God, sometimes I regret giving it to you in the first place.”

“Mom.”

“No, I-I do. I should’ve known better. It’s too big of a burden to carry, and you are the opposite of what this name stands for.” Lena’s eyes are filled with tears and you bite your lip. “I actually thought people would forget about Lex. But he keeps coming back and dragging our names through the mud, all the time.”

You know she’s mad at Lex for mind controlling you still, so you let her vent. She’s been keeping this feeling bottle up for more than a week now, not having Kara to talk about it.

“And you, the sweetest, nicest person on the planet, keep paying for it.” Her tears fall, and your heart squeezes in your chest. You hate seeing her like that. “I wish you had nothing to do with this sick, rotten family.”

“But then I would have nothing to do with you.” You get up from your chair, rounding the table and going to her. “And you are the best thing in my life.” You smile. “And momma, of course.”

“Baby.” She cups your face with one hand, and smiles through the tears. “You are the best thing in my life. I love you so much.”

“Listen. You are right. I shouldn’t have to endure all the hate speeches, and all the teasing, but kids are stupid. I don’t think that half of them actually hate me because of my name, I think they hate me because it’s fun.” Lena raises her eyebrow at that. “It’s fun to laugh at the school genius, at least that’s what I see in every teen movie.”

Lena gives a little laugh and kisses your cheek.

“You’re amazing. Are you sure you’re just sixteen?” She asks and you shrug.

“You tell me.” You round the table again, going to your place. “You’re the one who made me in a lab.”

The dinner goes smoothly after that. The food is incredible and you know it’s only been a little more than a week, but you missed her food anyway. Lena’s presence feels right, like it always did. And you just wish she could stay more than just the weekend.

You two hang out a lot. It feels stupid when you think it hasn’t been that long since she left home, why were you missing her so much? Why were you missing her telling you to clean up your room, and help her with dinner?

After the conversation she overheard between you and Maya, she became Maya’s number one fan. It’s hilarious, and you didn’t see it coming. But every time you say Maya’s name, she just opens the biggest smile and it’s awesome.

You don’t want this weekend to end.

But it’s Sunday night, and your heart feels heavy even though Lena is still right next to you on the couch, talking about some experience that went wrong in the lab, and that one of the interns got so scared he’ll be blamed for it, he almost puked.

“Poor kid.” Lena adds, in the end, and you agree with your head.

“But you forgave him, right?” You ask and she agrees. “Then why can’t you forgive momma?”

“Baby, that’s not-”

“Mom, I don’t know what happened but, well, you once told me that we’re Luthor-Danvers, and that means that we might get upset, but we know how to recognize our mistakes and apologize.” You raise an eyebrow at her.

“I wish it was that simple.” Lena sighs, and you hug her.

“It could, if you two just stopped overcomplicating stuff and just talked.” Lena doesn’t answer. She kisses your forehead, and falls silent for the rest of the night, looking too lost in her thoughts.

When Kara comes back from another reality is really late at night. You and Lena are comfortable on the couch watching a cooking show, when the portal opens again in the middle of the living room.

“Lena!” Kara looks so surprised as if she didn’t make you text your mom in front of her to make sure Lena would come to keep you company.

“Oh, hi.” Lena stands up, fidgeting her fingers, nervously. You roll your eyes thinking this is very pathetic. Just make-up already! “Well, great! You’re home. I suppose other realities are saved?” Kara shakes her head, agreeing. Eyes looking at Lena’s hands, then focusing back at her eyes. “Then I should get going.”

“NO!” Kara says a little louder than she planned to, reaching out to Lena, but not really touching her arm. Damn, it was so close. “It’s late.” She guesses by looking at the sky. “You should stay. It’s-It’s your house.”

Lena raises an eyebrow, and they stare at each other for a few seconds. Do they even know you’re there or have them forgotten completely about your existence?

“You take the bedroom and I’ll sleep on the couch.” Kara points at it, and sees you sitting there. “Or with the kid.” Oh, so they know you’re there.

“I don’t know…” Lena bites her lips, and you open your eyes at Kara, encouraging her.

“Please. It makes no sense for you to leave. It’s late, and even if it wasn’t-just-yeah-please.” Kara is always so articulate. But still, somehow, that makes Lena agree with her head and she decides to stay. You smile to yourself, and whisper a ‘thank you’ when she sits back on the couch, and Kara goes to take a shower.

When you hear that Kara has finished getting ready, you go to your room, so you can leave them alone to see if they finally talk. They don’t. Seriously, what are you going to do about this?

“Hey.” Kara knocks on your door then puts her head inside. “Will you absolutely hate it if I sleep here tonight?”

“C’mere.” You open your arms, and Kara smiles, walking into your arms, and laying in bed with you. “How were things in the other dimension?”

“Hard. Maybe I’m getting too old for this.” Kara says making you laugh in response, and soon she adds. “Don’t you dare saying I’m 70.”

“But you are.” You say and she sticks her tongue out at you, and flop back on her belly next to you.

“How were things here?”

“Great. It’s really good having mom home.” You watch her expression when you say that. She hums in agreement, but doesn’t say anything. “So, are you going to apologize or what?”

“Why do you assume it was my fault?” Kara furrows her brows, and you ease her crinkle with your thumb.

“I don’t. I have no idea whose fault it is. Or even if it’s a matter of culpability, at all. All I know is that, it doesn’t matter.” You stroke her back gently. “You love her, she loves you. You guys have been through so much, and you have never ever given up on her.”

“I’m not giving up now, either.”

“Well, then do something about it.” You say and Kara breathes deep. You raise your eyebrow at her. “Now! Do something now!”

“Ok, yeah.” She stands up and goes to the door. Before she leaves, she comes back and kisses your forehead. “You’re the best kid in the entire universe. You know that, right?”

“Yeah. Now, go.”

It would be a lot easier if your power had just gotten out of control again, and you could blame your eavesdropping on this, but that's not the case. What is happening is that your heart is so heavy on your chest. You know they keep saying it was not your fault, but if this is true why is your guilt practically consuming you? So, you need to know.

“Hey.” You hear a knock on the door, and Kara’s voice right after.

“Oh, Kara. Do you need to grab something?” Lena’s voice comes a little surprised.

“No, I-Lena, I’m really sorry.” Kara breathes out, like she was holding the apology for days, which is probably true. “Of course, I believe you, and I don’t think there’s a world you would ever hurt her, but I got really scared. I saw the look on her face, and she kept calling me mommy, and I caved.”

So, it was your fault! Holy shit you knew it! Lena’s voice comes an entire minute later, which almost makes you faint in anticipation. Come on Lena, come on. You can do it.

“I’m sorry too.” OH, THANK RAO. “You were right, there were other ways, and she was in pain. But don’t think for a second I wasn’t scared too.”

“I know. I know you were. I know you ARE.” Kara says, and you lower your glasses to see if they’re hugging, and they’re still not. Goddammit Kara, do something! “It doesn’t matter how many times the world gets in danger and our existence is threatened. Every time she is the one in danger, I-It’s-”

“Yeah.” Lena’s face drops and you watch Kara coming closer. Reaching out with one hand. Fingers ghosting over Lena’s arm. Your heart is stuck on your throat the entire time, and it feels like it’s going to explode in anticipation. Go, momma, please.

But Kara doesn’t go to Lena.

It’s Lena who goes to her.

Lena hugs Kara’s waist tight and sobs on her t-shirt. You hear Kara’s heart skipping a beat, and a breath of relief leaving her mouth.

“We’re ok.” Kara kisses the top of Lena’s head, wrapping her arms around her head, pressing her further into her chest. “She’s ok. We-We’ll figure this out, love.”

Lena’s heart beats a lot faster and she looks up, gazing into Kara’s eyes. They don’t have to say the words, so you know what they’re thinking. But they do it anyway.

“I love you, Lena.” Kara smiles, kissing Lena’s head again, and it’s time for Lena’s heart to skip a beat. “Always have, always will. In a hundred lifetimes, in any alternative reality, in every world. I love you.”

“I love you, honey.”

You stop listening, because now it’s way too private and it seems like things are better. And since Kara doesn’t come back to your bedroom, you’re right to assume things are better than they were before. But your heart only truly eases, when Monday comes and Lena comes back home after work. That’s when you can finally breathe.

Notes:

@itzyourgirlnat prompted a week without Kara and I LOVED IT!

Also Kara and Lena are back together, so the angst is over, ooof! What a long ride!

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