#/ i'm sorry my mood has been so messy lately but !!! i think this will be the last bump for a while

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do you believe me now? | 8

it's the morning after. spencer reid suspects you’re left with some doubts after losing your virginity to him. he has to figure out why—which is hard when you're keeping secrets.

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this series is 18+ warnings/tags: fem!reader, blood related to losing virginity (dramatized for the drama duh), super vague allusions to the BAU being hungover, mild blasphemy if anyone even cares, pondering god bc am I really a fanfic writer if I don’t get a little religious w it, emily AND hotch are here and nobody knows why pls don't pay attention to that bc we are imagining like season 11/12 spencer and I'm inconsistent w who is unit chief in this series apparently, spencer slut lore, spencer emotional wounds lore, Spencer is a traumatic situationship survivor a/n: DADDYS HOMEEEEE (me and dybmn not spencer) anyway missed these little guys and am happy to be writing for them again!! idk what my upload schedule will becoming back to this but pls lmk what u think of this part, I have no idea how you will respond but I'm being brave and ily

Friday morning Spencer comes into the office fifteen minutes late (he tried his best), in yesterday’s suit (everything in his go-bag had been too wrinkled), hair messy (no doubt from your fingers), coffee cold (he’s exhausted) and overall, in an excellent mood.

The rest of the team isn’t faring quite as well—Spencer gathers they stayed at the bar celebrating Derek’s birthday a lot later than he had. It shows through sallow skin and dark circles and the grimaces he receives on the way to his desk that are probably supposed to approximate good morning’s. 

Honestly, he doesn’t mind the dull mood—he doesn’t need the teasing and the prying questions that would be sure to come if his co-workers were at peak performance and were able to put together his unusually perky demeanor and disheveled appearance. At least Prentiss doesn’t appear to be paying him any mind. She’s always the one who can read him like an open book and has no shame in doing so aloud. Echoes from years of, ‘so who was the lucky girl, last night, Reid?’ Still ring through his mind and it’s like he can feel her finger prodding at his side. 

The Emily of it all makes him smile, though the rest of the memory leaves a metal tang in his mouth. Back in those days, there were sometimes a lot of girls, but even then he was consciously aware he wasn’t necessarily doing something he enjoyed. He spent a lot of time, actually, staring at his bedroom ceiling, psychoanalyzing himself. Repetition compulsion. The insatiable desire to repeat or reenact emotionally painful experiences. Maybe he thought if he could teach himself to subsist off of emotionless hookups, he could in some way heal from his experience with Elle. Though, he’s hesitant to think of it now as healing—it’s not like he didn’t know what he was doing when a few nights after she said I don’t feel the same I’m sorry he opened up his front door for her. It’s not like he didn’t know what he was doing every time after that. So, maybe heal isn’t the right word, when one doesn’t have the right to be injured. Or when the injuries are, in a manner of speaking, self-inflicted. At the very least he could tell himself that this time around, meaningless sex was a choice he was making for himself. Spencer hates when things just happen to him. 

But you—you’re different. You were a complete surprise. At first, a cute and unexpected complication. After a few painful and short-lived attempts at real relationships, Spencer decided he was simply not to be trusted with emotional intimacy of any kind, including that which inevitably develops from physical intimacy, and would resign himself to a life of celibacy. He tried not to like you, but you were just so damn likable. Magnetic, to use a trite and perfectly honest turn of phrase. All that to say: he doesn’t regret you at all. There is no filter of putrid shame or anguish over his memories of last night. 

Just you. Perfect. Starlit. Glowing softly around the edges like you’re not even real. 

I love you I love you I love you. A hymn with no melody. You, always reminding him exactly why he is decidedly not a man of faith. At least, not in the typical sense of the word. 

How God became the idol and not Mary is lost on him. That’s why, Spencer supposes, tapping an eraser on his desk, marriage and sex were forbidden for so many ecclesiastics. After all, if they knew what it was to love a woman, specifically to love you, he doubts they’d feel like spending much time in the pulpit. Love. Humans had that long before they had any gods. It’s primeval. It’s the most natural manifestation of devotion and worship. It will always have come first. Isn’t it a better kind of religion when a man realizes he can kneel in front of a woman rather than an altar?

A heavy hand falling on his shoulder jolts him from his theological musings—which are in all practicality useless. What’s that saying about blasphemous thinking on the FBI’s dime? Right. There isn’t one. 

“I’m scared to ask,” Morgan says as Spencer jumps slightly in his chair. 

“What?” He mumbles, looking up from the document he’d only sort of been reading.

Morgan just looks at him, strong brows furrowed and a ditch between them, angles his head and glances to the side as if Spencer is missing the obvious. He almost follows Derek’s eye-line. When that doesn’t work, Derek just says your name. Like your status is somehow in question. 

“Did you two work things out, or not? It looked pretty bad when you guys were leaving last night.”

People often misunderstand an eidetic memory. It’s not like things can’t slip his mind—Spencer can actually be quite forgetful. It’s made worse by the fact that last night at the bar feels like months ago. For a moment, he has no idea what Derek is referring to. 

“Oh. Oh! Right, we—right. Yeah, we, uh—we worked it out.” Before Derek has a chance to read his face, no doubt as incriminating as his fumbled speech and an ill-timed throat clearing, he turns back to his paperwork. “Thanks for keeping an eye on her at the bar. I appreciate that.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and Spencer’s lips twist as he can feel the incoming inappropriate comment. 

“Is that the same suit you were wearing last night?” Morgan quips, his wide grin audible. Spencer can practically hear the cartoon gleam of his friend’s bleached teeth. 

“No.”

“You dog.” Derek is still smiling as he claps Spencer’s shoulder again. “What did you say to her that worked so well?”

Spencer clears his throat again and tries to look extremely involved in logging onto his computer, speaking quickly as if he’s beyond disinterested and can’t wait for the exchange to be over. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m actually trying to work so if you wouldn’t mind going back to your desk that would be great.” 

“Uh-huh. I’ll let you work. But I see you, pretty boy.”

Spencer tries not to blush like a teenager as he refuses to look up. 

Naturally the rest of the day is a slow descent into dread and madness as all those good feelings with which Spencer had started his morning begin to harden into something much worse, chilled by your lack of response to the text he sent you earlier. Which was essentially a rehashing of the note he left on your bedside table. 

Maybe it was too much. It should’ve been one or the other, but not both. He’s overwhelmed you. 

Okay, so maybe this is what religion is for. A last ditch effort when you can’t talk to your girlfriend so you have to try talking to God. 

But Spencer knows you, and he knows something is wrong. You wouldn’t just ice him out so blatantly if everything was okay. He catches himself glancing up toward Hotch’s window to see if the blinds are drawn, and considers faking an illness to get out of work early and go check on you. But he powers through the remaining hour and a half that he is obligated to stay at work, he bounces a pencil between his fingers, drums at his desk, and gets nothing else done. As soon as 4:59 rolls around, he’s out. 

Spencer can hear shuffling on the other side of your door as he stands in the hallway. A pot clatters. The walls hum with the rush of water through the pipes to your sink. He knocks, relieved that you’re okay and at the same time struggling with that weight on his chest—something cold that leans over his shoulders and whispers into his ear—so she just didn’t want to talk to you. 

Suddenly all sound from inside your unit ceases. For a few long seconds, Spencer’s confusion only grows exponentially. 

“Who is it?” You finally call, voice wavering. Also odd. Usually you just open the door. 

“Um… Spencer?”

“As in my boyfriend Spencer?”

He frowns, bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly as he tries to decipher your sudden paranoia. “I hope so?”

The click and jingle of several locks precipitates your much-anticipated reveal. 

“Come in,” you say breathlessly, more harried than usual and not giving him the tender greeting he’s selfishly become accustomed to—barely even giving him a second to look at you. But he steps inside, watching on in concern as you do up every single lock—the one on the knob, the deadbolt, even the chain. Is this really all because of his little comment last night about anyone being able to get in? He certainly hopes not. He didn’t mean to terrify you. 

When you finally turn, he takes stock of your appearance. Big hoodie, pajama pants patterned in little hearts. Hair pulled back hastily. Your skin is sort of dull where you normally glow. But you’re beautiful, like always. It always aches just a little bit to look at you. Spencer’s always been like that. Going breathless at a particularly good piece of art or pretty girl. Like yourself. Mostly you. 

You quickly turn to hurry back into the kitchen. “I was trying to make dinner, I—”

“Hold on,” he interrupts, stopping you with a hand on your stomach that is so non-demanding it’s really mostly a suggestion. He tries to clear his head, though you make it hard. “You didn’t talk to me all day. Not that you have to, but… I was worried.”

You glance at the floor and mumble, “I lost my phone,” with so much embarrassment he believes you’re telling the truth. “Did you, um—did you text me?”

Insecurity. Spencer knows well what it looks like on you. He softens. You weren’t ignoring him—but you’d been left in a vulnerable state without any ability to contact him or anyone. That couldn’t have been comfortable. 

“Of course I did.” He pauses to observe you. Still anxious. Still prepared to run at any second. Something, and he’s not sure what, did a number on you today. Maybe it’s sheer exhaustion, maybe it was the anxiety of not having your phone. But he has to figure out what it is so he can undo it. “What? What’s wrong?”

He watches your breathing pause—watches your eyes gloss over with tears and a frown contort your features. Oh, god. He’s done something terribly wrong. It’s been thirty seconds and he’s done something wrong. 

“Can we sit down? I don’t feel very good.”

“Yeah. Yeah, we can. Whatever you need.”

You cast a baleful look at him and now he has to wonder what that means. Spencer sets his bag on a pulled out dining chair and follows you to the couch where you settle on opposite sides—you’re curled up in the far corner, hugging a pillow to your chest with your legs folded in front of you. Spencer’s heart is beating fast. He doesn’t know what’s going on with you and he can’t figure it out just by looking and you don’t seem eager to tell him. 

He’s exhausted all his typical ways of collecting information, and now he’s at a loss. 

Eventually, the anxiety comes bubbling up. 

“Please talk to me,” he pleads. And you do. Almost instantly, like he stepped on some sort of landmine. 

“I know it’s my own fault for not having my phone on me and not being able to see your texts, but it really sucks that I had to find out from my creepy neighbor that you snuck out in the middle of the night without saying goodbye.”

The whiplash is so strong it’s almost a broken neck. Spencer reels, frowning deeply as he tries to process your impromptu speech, the sudden confrontation. What creepy neighbor?

“I… didn’t. I went to grab my stuff from the car around one, but I came right back. I left at 7:30. You don’t remember me saying goodbye?”

Your brow furrows, and your eyes dart over the design on the rug like you’re watching memories go by. He sees it in your eyes when you recall some hazy image of him holding your face, kissing your cheek more times than was necessary and whispering sweet things against your lips before he had to go. You shrink into the couch, clearly struggling under the combined weight of relief and embarrassment. 

“I forgot. I thought… he said…”

A moment passes and it’s clear you’ve abandoned the sentence. Spencer is concerned about this shadowy male figure who put malicious untruths into your head. He slides his hand under yours and twines your fingers together. Finally, finally you meet his gaze. 

“Someone made you believe I left without saying goodbye.”

And he almost wishes you weren’t looking at him as more tears pool before falling down your cheeks. You nod, and don’t make a sound. 

“No, honey. I didn’t do that. I’m sorry that’s what you’ve been thinking all day.”

“I was worried that you… or that I wasn’t…”

His chest aches. You’d woken up alone, no recollection of his goodbye, and without the comfort of even a text. 

“You didn’t see my note?”

The way you look at him then is heartbreaking. Eyes wide and wet and sad, lip trembling. 

“You left a note?”

Murphy’s Law. Anything that can go wrong, will. 

It must’ve fallen off the bedside table, or maybe he just hadn’t positioned it obviously enough. 

A lost phone, a missed note, and not even a memory of his departure. While none of these things are verifiably Spencer’s fault, he feels so, so guilty. 

“I did,” Spencer says gently, scooting closer and pulling you into him, head pressed to his shoulder as you try not to cry, and he rubs your back slowly. 

Your sulky words are muffled by his shirt. “I didn’t see it. What did it say?”

“A lot of very nice things about you,” he whispers. Spencer thought maybe he could get away with giving you all the sincere compliments you can’t accept face to face through a note you could read while he wasn’t around. That way you couldn’t refute them or stop him. It was a good plan. 

He feels the sigh of relief leaving your body against his neck. 

“I didn’t know.”

“I know. I’m sorry. That’s not… I should’ve just stayed. This is my fault.”

You keep your cheek pressed to his shoulder as you speak. 

“It’s not. You have a job. A really important job. You can’t just call out whenever I want you around.”

Logically he knows you’re right, but he doesn’t always think logically around you. 

“I could’ve made it work. I could’ve come in late, or the team could’ve called me if there was a case, which there wasn’t—”

“Spencer, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.”

He pulls back slightly, frowning at your tone. You do look relieved, much less plagued than you’d been when he arrived minutes ago, but something heavy still weighs you down. The burden of it darkens your eyes and dulls your expression. When he cups your cheek, you glance up at him, and then away once more. 

He speaks softly. “Is that all you wanted to tell me?” 

Again he earns a moment of your eye contact, but it’s fleeting. He watches the words spin around your head as you try to figure out what to do with them—and then choose to remain silent. 

There is in fact something you’re keeping from him. 

Spencer hates to use work tactics on you, but he doesn’t speak either, hoping that you’ll feel compelled to fill the silence with the truth. Knowing how you’re not entirely comfortable with quiet. 

And you try, lips parting and the sound delayed as you wrestle with something you clearly don’t know how to talk about. 

“I… my neighbor,” you say, frowning like you don’t quite know why you’re speaking. “The one who told me he saw you leaving in the middle of the night. He also—he said…”

Spencer brushes hair away from your cheek with a thumb, stroking the high point in gentle passes as your words taper off. Now that he’s thinking about it, he did encounter a man in a dumpy robe standing in the courtyard and smoking a cigarette when he left you tangled in sheets and dozing contentedly to get his bag from the car. In fact, they rode back up to your floor in the elevator in mostly awkward silence. Spencer was sure his outfit told a story—shirt untucked and hastily buttoned only partway, no belt, shoes barely tied, duffel slung over his shoulder—he wasn’t really expecting to run into anyone at such an hour, to be honest, but he hadn’t particularly cared what this man thought of him, so it didn’t cross his mind again.

Now he remembers. 

Long night, huh? I remember those days. 

It was an inappropriate comment, but given his job he’s used to ignoring those. Mostly his mind had been preoccupied with the idea of returning to you, who gave him such a warm and sleepy welcome when he climbed carefully back into your arms several minutes later that it was like he’d never known anyone else at all. 

Now he resents that he hadn’t said anything, he hates the idea that you spoke to this man and he said something to upset you and Spencer wasn’t there. Usually he tries not a judge a book by its cover (metaphorically, of course) but he’s been around enough bad men to know when he’s looking at one. Last night he hadn’t even been cognizant enough to realize they got off on the same floor. 

“What did he say, angel?” Spencer whispers, incapable of being anything but soft with you at the moment. Even though he senses something a lot like a tide of preemptive anger rising in his chest, painted over with layers of anxiety and guilt. He should’ve found a way to stay with you this morning. 

You sniffle and let your head fall again, forehead resting against his collar. Instinctively his hand slides to the back of your neck and even at the awkward angle he finds a way to press his lips to yours hair. “Can we talk about it later? I don’t feel good.”

If it’s making you this uncomfortable, Spencer really wants to know what passed between you and this neighbor. In fact, he’d be willing to bet a lot of your strange behavior this evening stems from something that occurred which you don’t feel comfortable telling him yet. But he manages to bite back anymore questions. He doesn’t want to make you feel interrogated. 

“Yeah, you mentioned that,” he says eventually, kindly, hand tracing down the length of your back and up again. “Why don’t you feel good?”

He doesn’t miss the way you reach up to discreetly wipe your cheek. But he won’t make you talk about anything you don’t want to talk about until you’re ready, and it seems like you’re already having a rough day. Which is not what he wanted. This is so far from what he wanted for you. He’s cursing himself for how he handled this whole situation. 

“Um, I just… I don’t know. I feel… bad. I’m sorry I’m being so weird.”

“You’re not being weird, honey. You had a hard day. You’re having a normal reaction to an abnormal set of circumstances.”

You sit up, sniffing and wiping your tears like you can just make the whole thing go away. 

“No, I am. I am. It’s all okay now, right? So I don’t know why I feel like this. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He watches helplessly. “Nothing is wrong with you. We’ve… it’s been a big couple of days. Mostly good, but I think you’re probably really tired. Emotionally and physically.” 

You bury your face in your hands and nod silently. He still feels like he’s shooting in the dark, but you’re not entirely comforted yet, and it’s killing him. 

“Whatever you’re feeling is okay. If this is… about last night, or this morning, or something entirely different—regardless of what it’s about, you’re not going to be… in trouble with me if you’re having complicated feelings. And you can talk to me. But it doesn’t have to be right now. We don’t have to figure it out all at once, okay?”

You press the heels of your palms into your eyes, and for a moment, his words sink into silence. When you do raise your head, nodding, the evidence of your discomfort is all over your face—reddened eyes, cheeks polished with wiped tears. But you take a deep breath and try to project whatever it is you think he wants to see. 

The back of your hand is soft under his thumb as he sweeps it, as if he could draw forth more information that way. People speak when they’re ready.

“Is there anything I can do?” He tries, all ramped brow and soft spoken. 

You’re looking at where he’s tracing swirls on your hand as you swallow and blink the last of your tears away. 

“Um… you can say no, but—do you think it would be okay for you to maybe stay again tonight?”

Spencer sucks in a breath, painfully aware that he’s about to let you down. 

“I… I haven’t been home in a week. I’ve been wearing this suit for two days straight and I don’t think I would want to share a bed with me again until I shower.” He watches you wilt and lifts a hand to stroke your hair. “But I do want to spend time with you… do you maybe want to come stay with me instead? No pressure—”

“Okay. Yes. Is that okay?”

Spencer’s brow knits. You seem even more enthused about the idea of going to his apartment, like now that the opportunity has presented itself you can’t wait to get out. Maybe you have some sort of black mold problem. 

“Of course. Do you wanna grab a few things and then we can go?”

“Um—I also haven’t showered today. Do you mind waiting?”

“Sure. Or you could use mine. With supervision, this time.”

Spencer is attempting to make a joke about your unplanned (and unmoderated) stay at his apartment last week after he left—but looking at your face now he’s wondering if he touched a nerve. 

“Like… one at a time? Or…”

He thought maybe you’d be more comfortable around him after last night—and it’s not like he hadn’t seen you naked before then, either.

“Do you wanna do it one at a time?” He asks gently. 

There’s this sparkly sort of longing in your eyes that he’s seen before, but you tamp it down like always. You’re so cautious. About everything. Even the things you’re curious about. It’s sweet and a little sad. 

“I’ve never… showered with anyone.”

The corner of Spencer’s mouth twitches as he pushes hair over your shoulder. “I know. You don’t have to. We could save like 100 gallons of water depending on how long your showers typically last, but—”

“Spencer—”

“Sorry, sorry—I didn’t—I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not trying to pressure you. You absolutely can take your own shower. You can go first so you get the hot water.”

“No,” you laugh, and it’s like a sparkling cloud of gold has settled around you, fractals bouncing off the shine of your cheeks and eyes—the sound of your laughter, the look of it, is such beautiful relief he can’t believe how good it feels, but it fades from you quickly. “It sounds… I think I want to, I just… I don’t wanna, like… do… anything.”

For a split second your veiled language mystifies him and then he realizes what you’re trying to say without saying. Something has changed since yesterday, when you brazenly referred to it as fucking, and today, when you can’t even say sex. He’s gotten as far as it being something your creepy neighbor said. Maybe. He needs to know what. 

But that’s not the topic at hand. 

“We don’t have to. I didn’t mean to imply that we would do anything like that. I don’t expect anything from you.”

You swallow. 

“Okay. I wasn’t sure.”

About what?

He says your name. No response. 

“Can you look at me, please?”

It takes you a moment, and your head raises like you might need some oil in your hinges, but eventually you manage. Spencer hopes the way he’s rubbing your leg is comforting. 

“You know I’m never, ever going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, right?”

To his horror, your answer isn’t an immediate and resounding yes. Instead you look back down and cover his hand with your own, fiddling nervously with his fingers. 

Eventually, you reply, “Yeah… I know. I just thought… I’m not sure. Maybe it’s supposed to be different now.”

“It doesn’t have to be. Nothing has to be different. We’re still doing everything on your schedule, okay? And as for the next few days, at least—I think it might be a good idea to take sex off the table altogether.”

Your eyes narrow and you hesitate. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want you worrying about it. And I don’t think it would feel good for you right now. I think there are things we need to talk about, but… we’ve probably tried enough for a while, hm?”

You give him a shy nod and hum your agreement. For a moment he lets his hand linger on your leg and then pulls it back. 

“Okay. Do you want my help packing a bag, or should I wait out here?”

“You can wait. It should only take a minute.” You pause, halfway up to look pensive. “Um, Spencer—do you think it would be okay if maybe I… if I stayed tonight and tomorrow? I just—I wanna get out of here, for a bit.”

He frowns but doesn’t hesitate. “Of course. Can I ask why?”

“It’s just… suffocating sometimes,” you call as you turn and hurry down the hallway to the bedroom. “Feels like my neighbors are on top of me, like they’re… breathing down my neck, half the time.”

Sure, bigger apartments exist—but it’s not like you’re in a studio. And you’ve never mentioned feeling that way before. That bad feeling is starting to come back—like you’re not telling him something he needs to know. But is it worse to let you deal with it yourself until you’re ready to talk or to force it from you?

A few minutes later you return, a duffel of your own over your shoulder and full to bursting. 

“So I’m an idiot. My phone was literally in the pocket of my jeans on the floor.” You drop the bag as you bend down by the door to pull on your favorite slippers. “Oh—I think I forgot my charger, can you grab it? It’s by my bed.”

Spencer of course obliges, and is secretly pleased to be in your room again, in the light this time, so he can see better. It’s sweet. The pictures on the walls, the plants and the knickknacks and the sticky notes scrawled with messy reminders on every surface and the sweater hanging over the back of a chair—the one you’d been wearing at the cafe all those months ago—it all feels so you. He wonders why the two of you don’t spend more time here. 

He lets himself linger for only a minute before remembering his task, but as he reaches down to unplug your charger, whatever dopey smile he’d been wearing evaporates. The sheets have been stripped from your bed, and he can see why—there’s a striking stain of dried blood, and several surrounding dots, soaked into the mattress. Not much, but enough to make him feel horrendously guilty. He cringes, imagining what it must’ve been like to wake up all alone to nothing but your own blood. Poor girl. Of course he’d noticed some, last night when he was doing his best at cleaning you up, but it had been dark, and he was exhausted, and he hadn’t done enough. 

“Where’d your sheets go, baby?” He asks once back by the front door with his own bag on his shoulder, setting a gentle hand on your lower back and holding out your charger for you. You jump slightly, and he makes circles on your back, wishing there was something he could do to settle you. 

“Oh! They—they got ruined. I threw them out. It’s fine. I have others.”

So you didn’t have enough energy this morning to walk a few feet to your shower, but stripping your bed, getting dressed, and walking down to the trash chute at the end of the hall had been top of your priority list. 

You swallow as he undoes the locks and holds the door open for you, and pretend like you’re not doing surveillance to either side as you stand in the hallway, locking your door again like you can’t get out of here fast enough. 

Spencer casts a sidelong glance at you and wonders if you’re intentionally avoiding eye contact. He tries not to think like a profiler. He tries not to assign meaning to your actions, but he can’t help it. He can’t not notice. 

He can’t not worry. 

And he can’t not wonder what you’re not telling him. 

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part nine

[lara4eclipze]

›› there must be a good reason that you're gone

sypnosis -» we don't talk anymore like we used to do , what was all of it for?

beware -» angst , nasty break up , going against girl code(?) , twice mentioned, lara x reader mentioned

talks -» for my anon 🫢!! hi missed you soo much

taglist (open) : @nyssalvr @ohmyhaely @vrtualstar @jellaaa @c-yerim

you don't know where you went wrong — did you give too little love? did you not give her enough attention? yet as much as you asked yourself nothing came up nothing answered you

moments that lingered in your mind made it seem like you were the problem yet you never were , sophia has never been loyal as much as you tried to make it seem like , she's always behind your back talking to a new woman

you only reached your breaking point when she started forgetting important dates such as your birthday, your anniversary and the day you both made it official

"now the maknae! hello y/n , the question for you is , have you ever broken up with someone and how did it go" the interviewer asks as he approached you

"이 질문에 대답할 수 있나요? (can we answer this)" nayeon asks looking behind the cameras towards their manager who just nods

"ohh , well uhm I have had one and it really was a bit messy , yet I think that was a very good lesson for me" you answer recalling everything that happened during that night , "우리 막내가 다 컸네요! (our maknae is all grown up)" jihyo says giggling as the rest say all their memories when you first debuted

"that sums it up, again twice everyone!" the host says before you and your group bid goodbye , " one in a million! we are twice!" the group says "우리 새 노래를 들어주세요 Strategy! (please listen to our new song strategy)" momo says before the cameras cut

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

after the program you secretly went out to meet your now girlfriend lara , after the break up you didn't really know what to do but good thing she was there and from that point forward you both started dating

"hi love!" you said hugging lara as she ran up to you to hug you as well , "I missed you! , anyways let's go?" lara asks leading you inside the kats dorm

inside the dorm you were greeted by manon who was sitting down watching some tiktoks "hey" you greet

finally making it to lara's room she sits you down on her bed as she takes a seat on your lap, "so you miss me?" you ask cocky about her missing you , "obviously miss y/n" she replied

just before both your lips touch the door opens with sophia oblivious that you were here , "lara have you seen my- oh sorry" she says looking at the scene before her you and lara just being lovey dovey , suddenly the whole mood changed lara was now on the bed next to you sensing the unease , as sophia exits you two let out a heavy sigh

"baby I feel guilty, I mean she's my friend and I date her ex?" lara admits you look at the frown on her lips you held her face with your hands making her look at you "baby I understand , but know that she did something I probably won't forgive her for"

"ill never do that to you" lara says

"I hope not , that's the exact words sophia said" you chuckle remembering the countless lies she told you

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it was late yet you couldn't sleep so you left lara on the bed to get some water , at the kitchen was her , sophia

"hey" she greets , you took note of how she was still wearing the bracelet you gave her for your first monthsary

"hello , just need some water" you replied awkwardly , you get to the fridge and take out lara's water bottle and drink out of it

you were walking back by this point , but you hear sophia mutter something , "I'm sorry , could you maybe give me a second chance?"

"no soph , I'm tired plus me and lara are together , I've never felt any better with anyone else" you replied trying your best not to look at her , and just continue walking

"how is that okay? — we break up and you get with my friend? , how fucked up is that?" she reasons as you hear her sniffle

"soph , you cannot be talking about what's fucked up when you cheated on me , fuck I'm not gonna have this conversation again, goodnight" you replied mad at her audacity to get upset over you picking lara , yet you didn't mention that instead going inside the girls room

"babe? — where'd you go?" lara asks in a groggy voice as she opens her eyes , you're so glad you chose the woman who knows how to treat you

"just drank some water love" you replied trying not to sound like you just finished crying , you both lay down with her in the crook of your neck as she hums a gentle tune

"I love you so much" you whisper as you place a kiss on her head

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

Knights honour

Knight Natasha X fem peasant reader

Warnings: swearing. There is a make out scene that I would consider heavy but knowing you smut readers it may be on the lower level. Idk. Natasha pining for a woman she can't have. Natasha pining for a different woman than y/n. Y/n is a bit neive. Shitty Princess

A/n: sorry this has such a late release I originally wrote it at 3 am and then came back realised it was shit and rewrote it. Chapter five of arranged marriage is nearly done just editing it. Now buckle up cos we got some Cinderella shit to get through.

Natasha thoughts

Y/n thoughts

Natasha speech

Y/n speech

Princess speech (not that she matters)

Natasha had been a knight for five years. She'd been training to be a knight for as long as she could remember. Natasha was brought up around the princess. Mainly so Natasha wouldn't hate the princess when she inevitably received the throne. But it was clear that Natasha was born to be a knight. Not because of the training or because that's all she knew. But because she was a natural even as a child.

Natasha's reputation exceeded her. Kingdoms knew of her loyalty and dedication to the now Queen. And none of it was false either. Natasha was a natural with a sword. To the point she trained with both hands just to give herself a challenge. Not that that lasted long. But nevertheless it worked out. No assassin had made it to the queen when Natasha was in the job. To the point where Natasha was assigned to be the princesses personal knight. Though Natasha had suspicions that was always the goal due to the whole childhood spent together bit.

And Natasha loved her job. She loved the sword fights and training. She loved walking the cobbled streets of the palace gardens when the princess went for walks. Though not for the garden. Natasha's feelings for the princess weren't obvious but they were there. They were there when Natasha went out of her way to give the princess flowers every morning. They were there when Natasha used up all her spare time with the princess. Even when she didn't have to.

But when the princess finally introduced her boyfriend Natasha was... Devastated to say the least. She had thought it was obvious that she was interested in the princess. But then again Natasha knew the princess would always have to marry a man. She had hoped... Natasha didn't know what she had hoped. She wasn't in the mood to hope anymore. All Natasha knew was the princess. So when she was out of reach Natasha was.. lost.

Natasha pov

"damn it. I let my emotions get the better of me again. Get a grip Natasha. You knew this was coming. She's a princess. She wouldn't love you."

I silently cursed myself out as i walk along the streets of the town square. Bards played by the fountain. People seeking wares and goods were surrounding me. Just my luck to go for a walk on market day.

"damn it Natasha. You can't even get the dates right. This is why she doesn't love you."

I keep up the self deprecating thoughts. They didn't help but I need to yell at someone and I didn't know anyone other than the princess. And I was not going to yell at royalty. I hold my head up as I glance around the market. It is busy today. Not unusual but not normal either. That's until I spot a crowd around a voice selling breads and pastries.

"what's up over here. There's nothing that exciting about bread. It's literally just wheat."

I think to myself as I walk over. Pushing through the crowd only to stop dead in my tracks. I nearly choke as I see her. She's absolutely gorgeous. A woman in an apron with a messy bun and y/h/c and clear bright y/e/c. I never thought I'd see a woman more beautiful than the princess. But apparently I'm very very wrong. I catch the woman's eyes for a moment and she smiles at me. And gods that smile. If I could I would capture it and put it in a painting for me to see every day. I understand the crowd now.

"get a grip Natasha you can't drool all over the first pretty woman you see just because you got heartbroken."

I snap out of my trance and swiftly move away. Going as far as I can. Eventually I find a hidden alley where I shouldn't be disturbed and I lean against it to catch my breath and comprehend what I saw. She was magnificent. A masterpiece. No painter in the world could capture her beauty in its proper form. Why am I so frazzled by this woman. I don't even know her. I bury my hands in my face. I need a better grip on my emotions if that's how I react to every woman I see now.

Y/n pov

"I wonder why she's in such a hurry? Perhaps she forgot something or is sick.. should I check on her?"

I wonder to myself as I watch the red head flee my stall. She went red in the face and suddenly bolted. Perhaps she is ill. I frown slightly as I watch her go. Was it me? All I did was smile. I turn my attention back to my current customers. I can't linger on a fleeing sick woman. But I feel bad nevertheless.

It's cleared up by my stall. My sister has come to take over.

"I should check in on that woman from before. If she is sick she may need help."

I think to myself as I walk through the crowded market. Things have been busy this year. A good thing but it means we are running out of supplies. Mama will have to find more suppliers. I wander the cobbled streets for a bit. Looking at stalls and sellers. A lot of fake jewellery being sold this year. A ball is coming I'm pretty sure. Open to all.

"how nice of the royal family. It's been a while since I've dressed up."

I think as I pass by another jewellery stall. Eventually I see her. The woman who ran red in the face. She seems ok now. Was it me? I hope not. I walk over and gently tap the woman's shoulder. Waiting for her to turn and face me before speaking.

"hey are you ok? You ran from my stall rather red in the face. I just wanted to check you aren't sick."

I ask the woman calmly. I smile gently at her just in case she gets frightened that I sought her out. I hope I don't come across as a creep.

Natasha pov

I feel a tap on my shoulder suddenly. Not something I'm used to. I turn around and there stands the woman from before. A light smile on her lips and a gentle expression. I think I may die. Especially as she speaks. Her voice is as sweet as honey and as smooth as the finest silks.

"oh you've gone red again. Are you ok!?"

The woman asks yet again as she steps back. Grabbing a handkerchief and handing it to me. I pause realising I must have blushed. Then again who wouldn't. I can see men staring at her. Yet the woman either doesn't notice or doesn't care. I pause before hesitantly responding.

"it's ok. I go red in the face sometimes. It's... A medical condition. Nothing is wrong."

I respond carefully. The woman doesn't seem to know what blush is. Then again she doesn't seem to know a lot of things. Or she's just concerned. I can see a bit of relief on the woman's face as I reassure her. I feel a bit bad for lying but seeing the woman less worried makes me feel better.

"well that's a relief. I thought it was me or something."

The woman chuckles. And once again I'm gobsmacked. If I thought her smile was beautiful her laugh is heavenly. If I could I would bottle up the sound and get drunk on it every damn night. Then the woman smiles again and turns to leave. I don't want her to. I want her to stay and talk to me. But I have no reason to want this.

"wait. There's a ball upcoming for everyone. Go with me?"

Perhaps it was pure determination to see her again or pure stupidity that made me ask the woman this question. Fuck I don't even know her name. I don't care. I have - no need to see this woman again. She turns to me and tilts her head in a curious manner. I may swoon right here and now. She then smiles with a glint in her eyes and now I am swooning.

"sure. I'm y/n. I'll be near the food court."

The woman responds. Not even asking my name before she leaves. Vanishing into the crowd. Y/m was her name.

"I will hold the name close and dear to me. Even if this goes nowhere."

I think to myself. I turn and return to the castle. I have plans to make and a princess to guard. Realising this now I have come to the conclusion that for the first time in my life I wasn't thinking about the princess. But instead this mystery woman.

The night of the ball

Y/n pov

I stand near the food court eating whatever I can. None of it tastes as good as the stuff mama makes. But then again I have an acquired taste for her food.

"this is good. People everywhere, rich and poor. The royals are up in their pedestals as per normal. An enjoyable evening indeed."

I think to myself as I survey my surroundings. Though I am missing my partner. That woman from the market. Who I now know is Natasha romanoff. The princesses personal guard. Who knew she of all people would ask me out. Not that I'm not pretty. I am. I can tell by all the heads I turn as I walk through the streets. And then I see her. She's in a tux. A good one too. I can see her glancing around for me. And our eyes meet.

"hmm she finally spotted me. Took her a minute. I said I'd be by the food court."

I muse to myself as Natasha approaches. I smile as Natasha comes over. Her own smile is small but present. I never knew she could smile. It's... Nice. Suddenly I feel my own face pull Natasha's condition.

"you found me."

I tease gently. Munching on a quiche. These are brilliant. Still not as good as Mama's though. I'm still biased.

"the food court's placing was moved last minute."

Natasha responds. Gently leaning over me to grab an apple tart. But I don't focus on that. I'm focused on how this is a clear ploy to make me attracted to her. And be damned if it isn't working.

"oh? You work here to know?"

I ask. Still playing the innocent woman from the street. But Natasha just grins. If I wasn't attracted to her before I am now. Fuck is she hot.

"don't play dumb miss y/n. I know you're faking. I asked about you around the streets. Caught a few of your friends."

Natasha responds. Standing beside me. She's so close. I can feel her body heat. It's nice. Especially since I wore this stupidly cold dress. It looks thick but it's not.

"stalker."

I tease back rolling my eyes. I lean against Natasha. I can feel her stiffen before she relaxes and slips a hand around my waist. This feels nice.

"it's not stalking. It's.. doing a background check. I'm a knight. It's mandatory to know if who I'm seeing is trustworthy."

Natasha responds. I roll my eyes. Smiling as I look up at Natasha. She's about a foot taller than me. Yet she's the same age as me. Curious. Not that I care or it matters.

"don't be defensive I'm kidding."

I respond with a laugh. I glance at the dancers on the ball room floor. I am always jealous of how people can move like water. As if they don't truly belong on this plane and simply walk through it like mist.

Natasha pov

I can see y/n eyeing the dance floor. I pause before taking her hand and stepping out before her. Smiling sincerely this time. I bow before her and kiss y/n's knuckles.

"may I have this dance?"

I ask raising an eyebrow. I can see y/n mirroring the look and then huffing as she realises what I did. She chuckles and nods. I stand up and grasp her waist. Taking y/n out into the ball room floor to dance with the others.

As if I couldn't get more attracted to this woman she does this. Y/n is like a damn natural dancer. Moving smoother than some professionals I've seen at plays. I smile as I hold y/n. How on earth I managed to snag her I don't know. But I'm grateful. I am certainly spending more time with y/n.

I eventually glance up at the princess as the royal dance begins and the woman I crushed over for years steps into her boyfriend's arms. Yet I'm not mad or upset. My heart isn't aching. And as I glance back at y/n who is also watching the princess I realise I don't need the princess. Not when I already have one in my arms. I turn back to the royal dance. But as it goes on I realise the princess is staring at me. Me and y/n. She looks mad almost. Y/n frowns slightly.

"is she watching us?"

Y/n asks gently. Pulling herself into me. I frown slightly but nod slowly. This isn't normal. The princess never spared me a second glance like I did. Why is she upset about me with another woman.

"it seems like she is."

I respond under my breath. I hold y/n just a bit tighter until the dance finishes and me and y/n can continue our own dance

It's only a few moments later that I feel a tug on my arm and y/n tense up. I balance behind me and there is a furious princess. I frown and step away.

"I'll be back in a second y/n"

I speak to the woman I was just dancing with gently. The princess then silently grabs me and yanks me to the edge of the ball. She seems so angry.

"why is she so pissed. I did nothing wrong. Doesn't she have her own boyfriend to deal with?"

I think to myself as we both finally stop walking. I glance down at the princess about to speak before she interrupts me

"what are you doing dancing with some peasant!"

The princess snaps at me. I'm taken aback. Why would the princess be upset by that. She's never looked down on her subjects before. I step away from her.

"hey calm down. She's just my partner to the ball. There's nothing else."

I respond. Lying through my teeth. I definitely feel more. But I won't tell the princess that considering how much she seems to be upset at the prospect of me knowing any one other than her.

"does that matter! You shouldn't be with her at all! You're meant to love me!"

The princess snaps back again. I freeze. I'm... Meant to love her!? What cruel trick is this. Did the princess just want me to love her so she could have someone longing for her endlessly!?

"I'm sorry what!?"

I scowl stepping forward. I can't harm the princess. But gods do I want to. She can't make me love her. And right now I don't feel any love for the princess. And she knows it by the way her face has dropped and she's sputtering.

"forget it. Leave me alone."

I speak coldly as I return to y/n. Ignoring the small wait I hear the princess call out after me. I won't wait for someone who toyed with my emotions for years. Y/n seems concerned when I return but she doesn't ask questions which I'm grateful for. We continue our dance. The princess returns bitterly to her boyfriend and the night continues.

Y/n pov

It's been an hour since the dance. Natasha hasn't been in the best mood since the whole deal with the princess. And I honestly don't blame her. I don't know what happened but Natasha seems hurt.

"do you wanna talk about it?"

I ask gently as me and Natasha walk through the woods out the back of the castle. Natasha tenses but sighs and runs a hand through her fiery red locks. I want to do the same but now is not the time.

"she was toying with me for years. I crushed on her and she knew.. but just let me. Didn't tell me she was straight. Just let me believe I had a chance. Then she got a boyfriend and I was upset but still in love.. but now I found you and I'm moving in she's upset. She wanted me to keep longing for her so she could feel wanted."

Natasha speaks bitterly. I can understand why she's upset. No woman deserves to have her emotions played. And the princess did Natasha dirty. Trying to deny her happiness.

"she sounds entitled and a bit like an ass."

I respond smiling gently. Natasha cracks a small smile at that. A small one but it falls quickly. She sighs again. I should start counting how many times she does that.

"two sighs thus far."

"she is an entitled ass. I just didn't see it because I was blind."

Natasha responds. She looks away and I take her chin and make Natasha look at me. We have only known each other for a fleeting moment at the market. A small conversation after the market and this ball. I feel like Cinderella all of a sudden. But I get on my tip toes and I kiss Natasha.

Natasha is shocked at first. But she melts quickly and gods this is the best kiss I've ever had. Natasha bites my bottom lip demanding entrance and I give it immediately. Her tongue invades my mouth and before I know it I'm against a tree as Natasha fights against my corset. Her mouth attached to mine.

Natasha pov

I help y/n redress gently. Her hair is a mess. I love it. Her hand is in my own hair. I don't understand her fascination with it but I don't mind. I gently begin helping y/n out the woods and back towards the castle so we can catch a carriage back to the village. I'll take y/n home before going back to the palace.

"you signed sixteen times."

Y/n says softly. She's drowsy. So am I to be fair. We both need to bathe and be proper but the woods aren't a good place to do that.

"what?"

I respond chuckling slightly. Raising an eyebrow as I watch y/n lean against me. My arm around her waist. Her hand in my other.

"I decided to count how many times you sighed. And you sighed sixteen times."

Y/n responds smiling at me. I think I may like y/ns tired smile more than her normal one. She's too perfect It's insane.

"I would ask why but I think we are both too tired to question things."

I shoot back. Helping y/n into a carriage. I follow. Letting y/n pretty much fall asleep on-top of me. I smile as I watch her. Y/n drowsily gives the driver directions before promptly falling asleep. I smile and thread my fingers through her hair.

The ride is swift. Y/n lives almost in the heart of the town. Her home is attached to a bakery. I carry y/n inside since she's still mostly asleep. Her sister is dead asleep on the couch. I assume she tried to stay awake to greet y/n but oh well. We had fun at least. I take y/n down to the bathroom and run a warm bath. Undressing y/n as she groggily wakes and tries to help. I stop her and finish the job myself. Slipping y/n's body into the water. I undressing myself and slipping in with her.

After the bath I get us both out and dressed in fresh clothes. Best hope y/n's sister isn't too attached to her cotton button up and pants. I lay y/n on what I assume is her bed. Its the only vacant one and it had her clothes in the basket nearby. I'm about to leave myself before y/n grabs my arm.

"stay... Please.."

She mumbles. I crumble immediately and slip into bed with her. Y/n crawls over and into my arms. I wrap my arms around her and just hold y/n. Tonight has been the best I could've imagined. Other than the hiccup with the princess but y/n made up even more for that.

After that Natasha went to the queen and got herself reassigned to the army. Rising swiftly to general. Much to the princesses dismay. Not that Natasha cared. It wasn't her concern for the princess anymore. Natasha was fine with that. And her new position led to many benefits. Including a better horse. And a better more free schedule. One Natasha enjoyed greatly. For more reasons than one.

Natasha began properly courting y/n aswell. Causing the bakery to blow up because the general was often behind the counter watching her girlfriend covered in flour do her job. And she got free pastries and bread so a win win for Natasha. She got to watch her hot gf and got free food.

The end

[weird-is-life]

hii, I love your works and I thought about making a request.

Last year for Halloween I dressed up as a Shadowhunter, but I was upset because no one recognized my costume. So I thought about Spencer Reid overhearing Reader explaining their costume to the others and noticing how she's a bit upset about that. So he makes as much research as he can before he goes to Reader to talk about their costume and how perfect it is for Halloween, even if at first not everyone would notice that

Thank you so much for reading this, I send you lots of love <33

Ty for the request and ty so much loving my work🥹🥹hope this is okay and I'm so freaking sorry, I wrote it so late🥺warnings: fluff, mentions of drinks, fem!reader(but can be read as gn!reader), (0.6k)

You know, it was a big mistake to come to the Bau's Halloween party dressed like that, the minute you step a foot into the room.

You greet almost everybody you know there and their confused faces tell you everything you need to know.

You look stupid.

You didn't realise, when you were picking out your costume, that it's not very popular, like at all. None of your colleagues recognise it, not even when you try to explain it.

Honestly, it breaks your heart a bit. Because you've spent quite some time finding things for it and then making it. So yeah, it hurts, that nobody has a clue what you're dressed as.

And the disappointment definitely shows on you. The initial radiating smile is reduced to a small, forced smile just for the sake of being 'happy' at a party.

And Spencer, one of your better friends from work, notices your mood change. The sad scowl would be kind of hard to miss.

He doesn't like seeing you upset like that and also he thinks you look really great in the costume. So he tries to inconspicuously listen to your conversation with someone to find out what your costume is.

He eventually hears you explain it and when he does, he takes his phone out of his pocket and types in the name.

He reads as much as he can find and as quickly as he can, the reading part is obviously no problem for him. It takes him only 10 minutes to learn everything he needs to talk to you about your costume.

He walks over to you, " hi, I love your costume. You look incredible. How did you manage to make it so identical?"

Your eyes go a little wider at his words at first, but then your whole face lights up.

"Y-you...you recognise it?" you ask sheepishly. You would never thing, not even in your wildest dreams, that Spencer could know what you were dressed as.

"Of course, of course I know. How could I not? You are obviously...." he says the name of your character and impossibly, your smile grows even bigger.

"I-I love your costume, too. You look awesome," he's dressed as a well-known scientist and he rocks it. No everybody could pull the white, messy hair, but he manages it perfectly.

His cheeks go a bit pink at your compliment," Thank you, Penelope helped me choose it, because I couldn't decide, which scientist should I go as from all of the greatest thinkers of the world."

"Well, she choose well," you smile at him, truly smile at him. It feels like it's your first true smile at this party.

Spencer smiles back at you and opens his mouth to say something, but hesitates.

"Yes?" You encourage him with a soft smile.

"Do you want to go get a drink with me?" he gestures at the bar behind him, eyes hopeful. He's been trying to get the courage to ask you out for a drink and this seems like a perfect opportunity.

"Dr. Reid are you trying to get me drunk?" you tease him cheekily.

His eyes go very wide," of course not, I would never. I just...-" he starts, freaked out. But when he sees you  smile, he relaxes," oh, you were kidding."

"Yes, Spencer. I'm sorry," you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing," I'd love to get a drink with you, though."

"Really?" Spencer asks.

"Yeah, c'mon," you take his hand in yours and start dragging him towards the bar, already asking him questions about how he knows the TV series/ film your costume is from.

[fatuismooches]

Hii Smooches

I've been feeling burnt out a lot lately and thought about comfort from some of harbingers

Like, Dottore's segments all stop their work to comfort you. They bring you food, water and things that they think can make you happier. Original, not knowing about how you're feeling, gets annoyed, but quickly warms up after learning the reason. Also, if your bad mood was caused by someone.. Let's just say you won't be seeing them again

Pantalone's love language is obviously gift giving, so that's what he'd do. But don't think he'll try to just buy your happiness. Pantalone let's you lay on his knees and will listen to whatever you're dealing with right now and you'll chat, while he gently strokes your hair. He has a very calming voice, you might even fall asleep while listening to it. Or he'll order his servants to run a hot bath (I completely support anon who said Pantalone enjoys non-sexual nudity)

Sandrone may look like she doesn't care about anything, aside from her work, but she does. I think she's not very good with emotions or comfort, but Sandrone tries her best to help you and her automatons will gladly help her do that

Ah, Arlecchino, Arlecchino... Her first reaction to you feeling down would asking who was the reason (and if it was indeed a person, then, well, it's pretty much the same as Dottore's). I think she's also not the best at comfort, but also tries her best. Arlie might take you to Heart of Hearth, thinking playing with kids there will help ease your worries or take you to theatre

Ajax cooks your favorite dishes and entertains you with water animals. He seems very touchy-feely, so he won't let you go from his grasp until you feel better

My thoughts are messy and my brain refuses to think properly. No thoughts, only comfort from villains who are soft for one (1) person

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Hi 👾 anon! I'm so sorry you're feeling burnt out, it's really a horrible feeling :( Please make sure to take time to do something fun and comforting and rest too! I hope you feel better soon. And thank you for this comfort... it made me feel better too.

The clones would be telepathically communicating with each other, telling each other what to bring and what to do for you 😭 Do they normally get annoyed by the loud thoughts of others? Yes. But do they care right now? No, because your comfort is their top priority right now. Rarely do the segments see you like this, and they have literally never comforted someone before so... they will be running around themselves trying to figure out what is the best way to comfort you because they have no clue. It's kind of funny because they're dropping stuff in front of you with no explanation in hopes that you'll feel better... Primettore would be annoyed like you said at first, and then he'd ask you why you didn't come to him when you were feeling this way. He would let you sit in his lap as he stroked your hair, allowing you to rant about your problems if you felt comfortable. And yea, if it so happens to be someone... looks like Dottore's next test subject has been found!

Ah Pantalone... he knows gifts and money can make one happy, but you deserve far more than that. You deserve all of him, and all of him he shall give to you, if that makes you happy. Literally everything about him is so comforting... his scent, warmth, touch, voice... you will feel even a bit better by the end of it because of the sheer amount of attention he gives you. Just let him into your worries, he will take his beloved's troubles very seriously. If you don't feel up to taking care of yourself, he will make sure you're well pampered, whether that's taking a bath with you, helping you dress, brushing your hair, and etc.(Pantalone non-sexual nudity REALLLLLL, he's kissing all over your body fr)

Sandrone... this will be a hurdle for her, one she's slowly overcoming though because she really does love you. She's mostly around her robots and Automatons, and they don't really have feelings or emotions... and she herself neglects her emotions so this is new territory for her. She doesn't exactly know how one goes about comforting another, but she bases it on what you do for her. How you try to pull her away from her work when she's clearly tired, how you bring her water and snacks, how you hold her and let her rant about how incompetent her co-workers are... naturally, she doesn't do this as good as you, but she's trying. And her Automatons would definitely carry you two as she takes you for a breath of fresh air.

As you said, Arlie isn't adept with comforting either, her way of helping is more getting to the root of the problem and then solving it for you. Then you won't be as stressed. And she will try her best to help you, and if it's a person... the Knave is the right person! She's not good with words, she's very to the point and won't sugarcoat things, so that's not her expertise... Arlecchino's more action-oriented and will do things for you instead, despite her very busy schedule. (Baby Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet moment) She'll take you to the theater with the best seats and let you hold her hand the whole time :(

If you want physical affection for comfort, Childe's your guy. He will not let you go normally, but when you're like this it just amplifies much more (as long as you're comfortable) Ajax will always have a hand on you - shoulder, chest, thigh, your own hand, etc, as a means of comforting you. That he's here for you, and you're not alone. While he's cooking your comfort foods he will definitely talk the whole time if you don't feel up to it right now... the water fishies get me every time 😭 he's so flipping cute he won't stop until he gets you to smile

[ravenkinnie]

what do u think ab act 2? fav moments and least fav?

I just finished and let me say first. warwicks faceeeee I took an edible and by the time the show got to warwick I was losing my mind. my fav moments were training montage with ambessa and caitlyn, every time caitlyn was on the screen she is so beautiful idc idc, caitlyn and vi beating each other up and vi spitting in her face and i think then there was a cute lil moment that i did like, and jinx with silcos jacket. my least favs are the fucking hugs with warwick, the two goofy moomin ass montages with vi and jinx and their family and the kid, and the way jinx and warwick calling jinx his daughter I'm sorry I can't I'm cackling just remembering

*let me say it here i was always the believer that caitlyn fucks, that she gets pussy and I win. I wish maddie wasn't such a downgrade from her previous concubines but it is what it is.

*I feel like they are trying to use both mel and caitlyn to humanise ambessa but we have so little screentime with both of them that it's just not working

*I think they struggle with tone sometimes because the warsaw ghetto ass look of zaun is so serious but then some of the humour is so goofy but not in an elevating the mood way but in detached way, it's just mcu ass clunky writing. we achieved peace in zaun with one act of nonviolence and sevikas speech be actual and factual. idk I guess you could say it's because of the threat from piltover but I'm not buying this

*I wish they had more space to flesh out ambessa and caitlyn but the pieces that are there are so juicy. they just don't have enough screen time together and we have to fill in the gaps a lot. one thing I know for sure is they should be scissoring like crazy rn. seeing less ambessa and caitlyn feels detrimental to both of their characters but also that training montageee I hope ambessa gets her pregnant

*jinxs writing is so messy idk idk. her saying silco shouldn't have died kind of cracked me like GIRL WHO DID THAT that was literally you. I didn't mind the dejected and aimless route but also thus show chooses to focus on the weirdest things like idk what the fuck the goal is here

*I think they are still trying to do this cycle of violence thing but the way we only have caitlyn as a fascist dictator who's actually in zaun going through shit is just not working, like the violence has a clear source here

*god the kid is such a waste of screentime, I hope jayce did end her shit acc. everything being done with jinx could have been better if it was without the kid like they are establishing what's already been established but worse. I just understand the idea but not the choices for execution so far. they very clearly used the kid just to have a quick latch between s1 jinx amd s2 jinx by connecting the two and giving her a vague reason to care about zaun because the fucking kid does but it's so lazyyy

*piltover continues to have the worst security on the planet like I just don't believe a prison should be this easy to break into. fucking arkham asylum has tighter security and people escape that shit weekly

*if stillwater has that lil over the water tram why the fuck was caitlyn on a dingy in s1

*Warwick vs jinx fight got me a lil I can't lie yeah it was beyond corny but vander being the thing that brings them back together and jinxs willingness to blow herself up are both so juicy. I am someone who cries at EVERY greys anatomy episode tho so don't trust my judgement

*I yearn for caitlyns dungeons for sure idk about yalll but I felt that line. I'm gonna get cancelled for this joke but caitlyns fuhrer look has got to be some rightwing propaganda for lesbians she looks so fucking good. the way she's obsessing over jinx I'm losing my mind, my caitjinx fics have been getting kudos lately and I was like oh bitch this ship is rising. however caitlyn is lowkey not seeing heaven like I think at the nuremberg trials she would be hanged

*cocktail molotov is better than heavy is the crown I said it and I'll say it again

*the way black women's accomplishments are never acknowledged because mel should be prime bisexual headcanon real estate for fandom like shes got a hunk, a sickly victorian twink, a furry transfem conspirator, and a close female companion like what is not to enjoy here

*the whole subplot with singed is like. in separation I could enjoy it but when it was introduced I was just look not another fucking plot that doesn't connect to anything yet

*however after a line of complaints JINX WITH SILCOS JACKET FUCK OFFFFFF THAT GOT MEEE

*that flashback was pointless and should have been cut but not fucking jinxs mother saying all this shit about what a decision naming a kid is and then naming her powder. this is proof it was a conscious act of sabotage

*end of episode 5 with the hug broke my goofometer I'm sorry if you cried I can't treat this show seriously right now I was like this better be purgatory or jinx is off her fucking rocker just completely gone up there and she's hallucinating this. I think I'm in minority about this but i don't really care my love for bad media has depths you wouldn't understand

*and also again I cry at every greys anatomy episode like I'm not a snob trust I was giggling

*it was to be said jayce is hot now in that jaimie lannister covered in horse piss and in chains way. unexpected development

*the way they are patching vi and jinx up and setting up what is obviously jinxs redemption arc is kind of really bad and goofy but it's not like I don't like redemption arcs I just need to ruminate on why I think it's just not working. I think it's killing me that caitlyns storyline is actual fascism and then vi and jinx are reconnecting while trying to cure their werewolf dad with the help of steampunk jesus. it's very adventure time this way and I was right that caitlyn IS princess bubblegum in the sense that they are both fascists sjsjjsjsk

*every time we switch gears I'm just like oh my god another fucking storyline I forgot was also here, like everything will always go back to the fact that they have way too many storylines

*domestic abuse caitvi eats. I'm sorry they are everything, I think this season is fanservice for a very specific type of a lesbian and I'm exactly that type

*warwick calling jinx his daughter was too much like actually delete the file. this power of friendship ass writing I can't, I'm fucking cackling

*if I was caitlyn I would actually become more fascist now like if I saw jinxs life get better after she killed my fucking mum and I ruined mime so I'm down a parent, her fucking dad comes back to life and she reunites with her sister and becomes a teen mom???? this is bullshit jayce pls do blow up this fucking place!!!!

*I truly cannot tell you what the thesis of this show is anymore things just kind of happen

*we cannot make killing vander the only inciting event in runeterras history like history cannot be repeating 1:1 this much, it's gotta be dressed in slightly different decorations

*overall I think we gotta say those last 3 episodes cannot be good

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Parts Of The Truth

Chapter Eight

Warnings: 18+, foul language, maybe some misspelling, infidelity, angst, family issues, discussions of pregnancy and abortion, honestly can't think of anything else lmk.

Padme, placed the phone back in her purse, nervously playing with the hem of her dress, she smiled at the couple across the table. Old friends from Anakin's college days.

"He's on his way, lost track of time with work," she excuses her husband's lateness.

"Oh, so he hasn't changed at all," Owen laughs.

His wife leans into him, "I'd hope he has, from what I remember he was quite a ladies man."

Padme laughs awkwardly, sucking in as much air as her lungs can take and breathing out again, "maybe we should order drinks." She beckons the waiter.

Fifteen minutes later Anakin finally arrives, kissing Padme's cheek and greeting his friends. She smiles when he sits next to her, his hand on her leg. Her face falls when she smells it; when she smells her, the smell of fresh roses and ocean breeze, a combination that could make anyone happy made her sick. Her mind tuned out the voices around her, the music playing in the restaurant, the laughter of their friends just background noise as her eyes zero in on his appearance, noticing every detail, the small wrinkles in his suit, the way he smelled, the way his hair was a little messy. Her breathing got heavy and she felt her heart beating in her ears. She stood up suddenly drawing attention from the trio around her. "Uh, sorry, I just- I need to use the bathroom," she excuses herself.

He looks up at her, "What's the matter love?" He asks his eyes soft. She shook her head, smiling.

"Maybe I should've stayed light on the margaritas, I'll be back." She walks away from the table and further into the bistro where the bathroom was.

Locking the door, she tried to calm herself down, gripping the sink, he felt her tears fall, she tried to compose herself, she lets out a small sob. Lately she'd been crying a lot; every time he came home smelling like roses, like the freshness of the ocean, every time he came home with his suit wrinkled or his hair disheveled claiming he was just stressed at work and got a bit comfortable, every time he'd reject her because he wasn't in the mood, every time he'd yell at her for pushing the idea of adoption or every time he didn't come home and didn't call to say where he was or if he was okay.

She dried her tears, reaching for her phone in her purse, finding your number.

You groan, reaching for your phone on the coffee table, pausing your show, you couldn't sleep so you decided to melt your brain with whatever garbage was trending, and the interruption was highly unwelcomed. Your mood lightened when you realized it was Padme.

"Padme hey" you smile as of she could see you over the phone, your mood dampens when you hear her voice, she sounded so sad.

"Hey, I just- I don't know why I called I don't know what's wrong with me I just needed to talk."

"okay, okay what's the matter"

"We're- we're at a restaurant right now, and and he was late and I just knew I just knew that he was with her and when he hugged me I could smell her and I just don't know if I can do this anymore" she cries.

You swallow the lump in your throat, if hell exists you were definitely leading the line there. "Padme I'm so sorry." It's all you could ever say.

"I feel so stupid," you can hear her sniffles "Ugh men don't you just wanna punch 'em right in their stupid perfect faces." She chuckles humorlessly.

"Well I know that feeling," you snicker.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted it's just nice to chat you know, I don't mean to burden you but you're like the only friend I have that gives a shit."

Your stomach twists into knots, "You don't burden me Padme."

You can almost hear her smile and you know it's sad, "thanks, alright well, I'm gonna splash some water on my fav and get back out there. Tell Darcy I say good night." She hangs up.

You put the phone down, running a hand over your face.

"You are so fucked up," Grace laughs.

You look at her warily, an annoyed expression on your face. "Grace."

"Relax, I got your back, secret's safe with me." She drags her fingers over her lips like a zip.

The next few weeks were nothing short of horrible, you now remembered why you and Grace never got along. She was constantly on your back about Anakin, walking around the house like she owned it, telling Darcy things she shouldn't know. You were going insane. Your mother was smart to ship her to you instead of dealing with her difficult personality on her own.

On top of all that you were sick; throwing up, constantly nauseous type of sick.

"Maybe you're pregnant" Ahsoka says, hands under her chin as she stared at you with raised brows.

You scoff, you hadn't even considered that. "Don't even joke."

She shrugs, "I'm just saying, this is exactly how you were when Darcy was cooking."

"I'm not pregnant okay, that's- actually not crazy" you shake your head, "fuck"

"is how you ended up here" Ahsoka quipped.

You chuckled, "that's pretty good."

She was about to respond when she's interrupted.

"Y/n." Padme approaches you, swiftly. Ahsoka's brows raised, you had told her of your new friendship, she thought you were stupid for that of course she was right.

"I thought I'd find you here, it's five soon, I thought we could do drinks" Padme turns to Ahsoka, "you're welcome to join."

Ahsoka smiles, "I would love to."

Padme claps, "Great, I could use the strongest...whatever they've got."

You sat at the bar with Padme and Ahsoka, shaking your head as Ahsoka took in all Padme's relationship drama. "I don't know, it's not like I've caught him right, but I know that he's cheating." Padme shakes her head, sipping her drink, "I can smell her on him as soon as he walks through the door." She turns to you, "Hey why aren't you drinking, we should get you a drink," she looks for the bartender. Her words were already slurred and you could tell she was tipsy.

"oh she can't drink" Ahsoka says.

Padme looks between you two, "well why the hell not" her eyes scan your face and then soften when she realizes, "oh, you're pregnant, honey that's amazing, congratulations."

You put your hand up, "well I'm not sure, I haven't taken a test."

Padme smiles, "oh, oh well then we're gonna buy one and do it right now!"

Ahsoka, who was also tipsy, nods along enthusiastically. "I LOVE THAT IDEA," she yells in your faces. Padme claps and calls over the bartender to pay the bill.

That's how you ended here, sitting in the stall of a drug store bathroom, peeing on a stick while Ahsoka and Padme laid on the floor peeping up at you.

"You guys are so weird"

"We love you" Padme says and you feel sick again.

You pick your cuticles waiting for the five minutes to be up, longest wait of your life. When the timer on your phone rings, Padme picks up the stick, staring at you excitedly, almost like she was the one pregnant.

"It's positive!"

You hit your head against the wall.

Padme frowns, "Oh come on this good right? Darcy will have another sibling, you'll have another baby- unless..."

You shake your head, "I can't keep it."

Ahsoka pouts, hugging you, letting your tears wet her sleeve. "Hey hey it's okay, that's your decision."

Padme sighs, in her mind she couldn't understand why someone wouldn't want to keep a baby, but that's because she struggled so much to even keep a pregnancy, she pushes her own feelings aside.

You hold your head in your hands, "I don't know what I'm doing." You confess. "I can't have another baby, what am I even thinking"

Ahsoka rubs your back, Padme looks in thought, "what about the father? He can support you, whoever he is. I don't mean to pry."

You shake your head, "he's-it's complicated." You almost out yourself. "He's travelling for work, his career is at it's peak, we just can't afford to have another baby." You cover up. Ahsoka is silent, she knew; of course she did, you always tell her everything.

Padme nods, taking your hand, "Well you have us, whatever you decide we'll be right here with you" she smiles, god you hate yourself. "Also if you decide not to keep it, at least you won't have to rip your vagina all over again, that's good right." It makes you laugh.

"Yeah that's something."

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“Where have you been?!”

“I was at SFIT.” You admit, tossing your bag on the neatly tidied bed. Your roommate, Sakura, snorts.

“What, the nerd school?” 

“Hey, they’re pretty chill,” You defend, throwing a quick frown over your shoulder. “Besides, one of them asked me to come in for an interview tomorrow at nine for a new job!” 

“New job?? Don’t tell me…Did you get fired for real this time?” Sakura sits up as her jaw drops, sliding off the beanbag next to you and landing on the floor. “What about rent?”

“Don’t worry, I got enough for this month and the next.” You assure her, pulling out the tips Noah generously gave you. 

“How’d you even go from being fired to having an interview at a cafe just from SFIT? Because if it’s for the cafe there, their coffee is barely adequate.” Sakura sticks her tongue out in disgust. 

“Some guy named Tadashi Hamada has an aunt. He even brought his little brother along — Hiro. He’s a prodigy, I think, but get this: he’s the same age as us!” Your lips tug up into a smile, recalling how he had geeked out about meeting Robert Callaghan earlier, protesting to Tadashi that he needed to enroll in SFIT.

“Oh no. I know that smile. Is he cute?” Sakura sits on the edge of your bed, and you scoff, pulling out some pastries from the cafe in your bag and handing it to her. She takes them with a happy hum. “He’s cute then?”

“He’s…alright, I guess. I don’t know, I’m not looking for anything right now,” You admit, sitting next to her with a weary sigh.

“Right,” She hums through a mouthful of Danish, “Your parents and all. But you know what they say: There’re lots of fish in the ocean, and maybe this ‘Hiro’ guy might end up as your new crush.” 

“Shut up,” You laugh, shoving her off your shoulder, which she leans on, “And don’t get crumbs on my bed.” 

“Yes, mom!” She calls out as she walks out of your room, shutting the door behind her. You shake your head with a chuckle, quickly getting ready for bed. You glance at the clock, excited about the interview, and doze off to sleep.

— — — — — 

“-terview? Y/n! You’re gonna be late!”

You blink your eyes, your vision blurry as you mumble an incoherent sentence. You place your pillow over your head, not ready to leave the comfort of your bed. Sakura sighs. Time for the extreme method.

The silence continues for the next few moments, and you sigh in relief, starting to fall back into your usual deep slumber.

Then the clanging starts.

“Wake up!! You’re gonna be late!!!! We’re going to starve if you don’t land that interview!” Sakura shouts, walking back into the bedroom with a pan in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, banging them against each other like a gong.

You groan loudly, wriggling back down into your duvet to escape the loud disturbance that threatens to continue. But she moves even closer until it’s right next to you.

“I’m up, I’m up!” You finally protest with a loud grumble, sitting upright as messy strands of hair fall around your face. You muster all the strength you have in you to shoot her a glare, and she shrugs, dropping the pan and wooden spoon onto your bed and leaving.

Sometimes you wondered if you had made a horrible decision in choosing her as your roommate.

You reluctantly leave the warmth of your safe haven, the chilly air of SanFransokyo’s seven a.m. weather greeting your bare legs. You shiver, quickly grabbing a change of clothes and getting ready.

“If you don’t get that job, I’ll laugh at you!” As you prepare to leave, Sakura shouts from the kitchen, and you roll your eyes in mild amusement. You’re biting down on a piece of bread in your mouth, keeping it from falling to the ground as you wear your shoes.

You shut the door, munching on the bread, sling your bag across your shoulders, and letting it rest on your hip. The journey to the cafe is peaceful, your earbuds blasting some hype music to get your mood up before you meet the cafe owner.

You reach minutes before nine, almost getting lost from the confusing directions a quick internet search provided. You reach out for the cafe’s door with a hesitant hand, heart thrumming in your chest as you take a deep breath.

You swing the door open, heading inside. As you walk in, the pleasant scent of freshly baked muffins and ground coffee greets you. You inhale deeply, a warm smile on your lips as you breathe it in.

“Hello, I’m looking for Tadashi Hamada’s aunt?” You ask the woman behind the counter. She’s wearing an apron, so you figure she must be working here.

“Oh! You must be Y/n. I’m Cass, but you can call me Aunt Cass.” She greets you warmly, stepping out from behind the counter. Her eyes shine with a welcoming gleam, and you immediately feel at ease around her. 

You find yourself smiling back, following her to an empty table where she sits. You sit opposite her and place your bag on your lap.

“Hi, Aunt Cass. Tadashi actually offered me an interview with you to work here. I’m interested in working as a barista and have some experience from my previous job.” You explain, and she nods.

“Tadashi showed me a few pictures of your coffee, and the latte art looks amazing! Tell you what, how about we do a quick test run?” You follow her behind the counter, the familiar sight of the espresso machine making your shoulders relax.

If the space behind the counter were a castle, you’d be its lord.

You crack your knuckles, stretching your arms above your head with a confident grin. “What would you like to drink?” You ask, turning to look at Aunt Cass, who’s surprised by your sudden confidence.

Her stunned expression melts into an easy grin, hand propped on her hip as she thinks of a beverage. “A flat white.”

You nod, grabbing a mug and a metal jug for the milk. You ready the ground coffee, using a wire whisk to stir through the tiny grains before tempering it with just the right amount of force. You slot it into the espresso machine, starting it with a happy hum.

Grabbing some full-fat milk, you pour it into the metal jug and place it under the steamer. The milk begins to froth with a loud hiss, and you hold it for a few moments until the texture is just right. 

Grabbing the mug with the fully extracted espresso from the ground coffee, you position your hand above it and tilt the cup. Then, you start to pour the milk in slow circles, letting it fill the mug until it’s almost at the brim before beginning to move your wrist and creating an intricate heart with the foam.

You’re so at ease, moving to place the mug in front of Aunt Cass with a relaxed smile. “Flat White for Aunt Cass?”

She picks it up with a chuckle, tucking her auburn hair behind her ear before taking a sip. Your confidence slowly morphs into nervousness, fidgeting with your hands and glancing at the espresso machine unsurely. 

Was it bad? Did you put in too much milk? Was it too cold?

“It’s good!” Your tense shoulders relax, and the tightness in your chest releases with a snap, looking up with a hopeful gaze.

“I guess it’s fortunate that you walked in. I was getting a little overworked myself,” She chuckles, holding her hand to shake yours, “Welcome to the Lucky Cat Cafe. Are you alright with starting today?” 

You grin, holding her hand and giving it a firm shake. “Is there a uniform?”

She briefs you on the shift timings and pay and invites you for dinner, which you eagerly accept. 

“Great! Tonight’s dinner is hot, spicy wings that’ll melt your face right off!” She laughs with a goofy smile, and you giggle at her bright smile. “You’ve met the boys, right?” 

You nod, recalling the events of last night with a grin. “They can be such troublemakers sometimes, so if they cause any trouble for you, you be sure to let me know, okay?”

“I will,” You reassure her, and you see her visibly relax, smiling at you fondly. She places a hand on your hair, gently rubbing it before heading upstairs for your apron. You wait patiently, hearing the thud of multiple footsteps running down the stairs.

You stand up, about to greet Cass once more, when you come face to face with the two Hamada brothers. Hiro’s baffled, looking at you with a confused gaze while Tadashi grins. “Hey, kiddo, how’d the interview go?” 

“It went great. Thanks for giving me this chance Tadashi,” You smile gratefully.

“Wait, interview? You work here now?” Hiro speaks up, and your nod makes him scoff. “Sure, like a fourteen-year-old knows how to work the huge espresso machine.”

You frown, and Tadashi gives him a noogie, sending you an apologetic glance. “What’s so unbelievable about me knowing how to make good coffee?” You fold your arms, practically challenging him with a glare.

Hiro shrugs, ignoring the way Tadashi glances between the both of you with a wince. “Oh yeah? Make me some then.” He gestures to the counter, and you walk behind it with a huff, throwing your hair up in a quick ponytail before starting on one of the best drinks you’ve ever made. 

Hiro eyes your furrowed brows and walks over, leaning on the counter. “How’d you even get fired anyway?” He asks curiously. You pause, giving him a quick glance before deciding to humour his question.

“I threw coffee at someone.” Your answer simply, and he chokes. 

“You what??” He splutters, Tadashi having gone back upstairs to grab something else.

You shrug. “She threw it at me first.”

“Dang.” He’s speechless for a moment, but another question occurs to him. “Wait, then why were you at SFIT anyway?”

“Fred brought me there. He stops by my old workplace to buy a cup of coffee every now and then. He’s the one that introduced me to everyone and asked Tadashi to let me have an interview here.” You explain with a fond smile.

“Cool, but it still doesn’t explain why you don’t go to school. I mean, I graduated early, but you? You should be in class or something.” 

You’re steaming the milk, and you’re lucky he doesn’t see your eyes roll at his subtle brag. “Well, unfortunately, because I’m not a prodigy, I didn’t graduate early. But it’s the holidays right now, so I’m trying to find work to keep my rent afloat and support my journalism.”

“Journalism?” He questions. You nod. 

“Yeah, I’m in a journalism club for my school, but a lot of work we do isn’t exactly…supported by the school. Plus, I have to pay the electrical bills for all my research.”

“Have I read any articles of yours then?”

You pause briefly, thinking hard, before you shrug nonchalantly, “I doubt it. The school paper is usually just circulated in the school, not outside.”

“So, you’re not a real journalist then.”

“And you’re not a real scientist.” You shoot back without thinking. 

“I am!” Hiro protests, and you’re ready to groan at how you once again spoke without thinking.

“Look, kid-”

“We’re the same age.”

“Just because I didn’t graduate early or whatever doesn’t mean you can comment on my hobbies and life. Besides, we barely know each other.” You turn back to the mug before you, picking it up and doing some sloppy latte art before placing it in front of Hiro.

He stares down at the deformed cat you drew for him.

“That’s you,” You add an unnecessary explanation, incredibly amused by how his eyes widen indignantly. But he glances back up at you with an aloof gaze, picking it up.

Hiro sips the hot coffee, eyes widening slightly when he registers how good it tastes. “So? How is it?” You ask with your arms crossed as you lean against the counter smugly. He coughs, wiping his lips with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“It’s acceptable, I guess,” He hums with a smirk, taking another tiny sip. You roll your eyes playfully, already starting on another order. 

“Sure, Hamada. Enjoy your coffee.”

“Yeah, yeah” He walks off to the stairs that lead to the living area above, and you watch his back gradually disappear from your sight with a laugh and a shake of your head. You’re startled, however, when you hear an intrigued hum from beside you. You flinch, doing a double take, when you notice the tall male beside you with wide eyes.

When did he get here??

Tadashi watches you with a knowing smile, and you clear your throat, looking back down at the coffee in your hands and continuing to work. However, he doesn’t say a word, continuing to watch you with that smile that's slowly becoming irritating. You try to shake it off, but it’s as if a heavy weight settles on your shoulders.

“Can I help you with something?” You plaster a fake smile onto your lips, setting down the small metal jug to heat up milk for a latte.

He hums. “Nothing,” And walks off right after.

Your jaw drops, bewildered by his response. 

Boys are weird.

You try to brush it off, focusing on the orders that are steadily beginning to pile up. You make each one quickly, ensuring the quality doesn’t suffer as Aunt Cass focuses on clearing tables and the cash register.

The day goes by in a flash, and you’re already mopping the floors when the last customer leaves, the door closing with a quick chime. 

“Great work today!” Aunt Cass beams, handing you a glass of water which you accept thankfully. You gulp it down, the cool liquid incredibly refreshing after the dinner rush from earlier. 

You had eaten lunch earlier with Tadashi, the younger Hamada nowhere to be found. (And thank goodness for that.) Tadashi had mentioned that he was preparing for an exhibition to enter SFIT, and you chose not to pursue that topic. Instead, you had asked him about Baymax, and he answered all your questions effortlessly, lighting up as you asked more in-depth questions.

“Let’s head upstairs for dinner. It’ll be ready in a jiffy, so you can make yourself at home first.” Aunt Cass says warmly, leading you up the stairs and instructing you to take off your shoes before stepping onto the welcome mat. 

You place your shoes to the side, toes wiggling in your socks before you also take them off. She hands you a pair of house slippers that you accept gratefully, slipping them on and stepping into the living room. 

It’s relatively large and comfortable enough for a family of three. You sit on the couch, and Aunt Cass turns on the television, handing you the remote and telling you to pick whatever channel you want. 

“Hey, kiddo,” Tadashi greets you, sitting down. The couch sinks slightly from the sudden added weight, and you lean back with an easygoing grin. 

“Hey. Where’s the prodigy?” You ask.

“He’s still stuck upstairs, thinking of what to make.” He hums. “Sorry about him earlier, though. He’s usually not this much of a jerk unless he feels comfortable around someone.”

“That’s okay. I don’t think before speaking either, so I might be a little…mean? In my response.” Tadashi chuckles at your confession, grinning widely. 

“Don’t worry about it. He needs to be put down a peg or two sometimes.” 

“Y/n! Tadashi! Hiro! Dinner’s ready!” Aunt Cass calls from the kitchen.

“Coming!” You hear Hiro faintly shout back from upstairs before you hear a thud. Your brows crease, shooting a worried glance at Tadashi, who just shrugs.

You glance at the doorway, almost laughing, when a grumpy Hiro walks in with a hand massaging the side of his head.

“You again? What’re you doing here??” He points an accusatory finger at you, and you ignore him, choosing to sit down and thank Aunt Cass for dinner. He grumbles something as he sits down.

"Fake journalist," Hiro coughs under his breath, yelping when Tadashi not-so-subtly kicks his leg under the table. 

He shoots a glare at his brother. Aunt Cass is about to scold her nephew, but you interrupt her with another cough. 

"Fake scientist," You cough out with a smirk, Aunt Cass stunned by your sudden comeback. 

Hiro sits back in his seat, his brow raised. "Touche."

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chapter fifteen

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Paige's pov:

After that night when I told Azzi everything that had happened, Azzi has been on a mission to keep me busy. It's been tiring, but I'm also grateful she cares enough to do that. Thankfully she hasn't told the other girls yet.

Azzi is trying to get me to go kayaking with her today, and I have nothing better to do so I guess i'm going. I throw on my swimsuit and grab my bag before dragging myself out of my dorm. I look behind me before I shut the door to yell a goodbye to Aubrey.

I turn around and head toward the exit when I hear a familiar voice. The soft voice that I used to listen to everyday was coming from around the corner up ahead of me. I stop, frozen in fear, wondering what I'm supposed to do in this situation. She definitely doesn't want to see me, and I don't know if I'm ready to see her, let alone talk to her.

Unfortunately my thinking is interrupted by a gasp that came from Evelyn. My first instinct is to sprint back to my dorm, but I can't move from my spot on the floor. I try to think of something to say, but what do I say to her? Uh sorry I kissed you I was just joking??? Thankfully she speaks before I can get anything stupid out of my mouth

"Hey, Paige," She says softly.

Not knowing what else to say, I just say "Hey," back. But then I quickly decide to add, "What are you doing here?" looking back at her.

Looking nervous, she says "Well I'm staying with Ashlynn right now because I kinda broke up with Blake." She looks down at her shoes as she finishes.

I let out a surprised gasp because I never believed she was ever going to break up with him. "I'm so happy for you Evelyn, and if you're ok with it I think we should catch up sometime." I say deciding to just go for it.

"Yeah, that'd be nice Paige! Are you free tomorrow?" She says looking surprisingly happy.

"Yeah!" I say with a smile now on my face.

We agree to text later about the details of our plans and we part ways. When I look down at my phone I realize I'm late to meeting with Azzi and have a few missed calls from her. Oops.

Blake's POV:

These past few days have been a bit of a blur, so I'm glad I'm finally going home to relax a bit. Surprisingly, I'm kind of excited to see Evelyn, I mean it has been quite a while since I saw her last. She just better not be annoying, I'm not in the mood to lose it right now.

I walk up the steps to our apartment and wonder why she wanted me to come home. She usually doesn't care what I do, but whatever, she probably just missed me or something.

I throw open the door and yell that I'm home, but after taking off my shoes I look around for Evelyn. Our normally messy apartment is unusually clean, so Eve is probably just asleep after cleaning I guess.

I walk to our bedroom, to check if she's in there. But instead seeing her asleep on the bed, I see the closet wide open with all of her clothes missing. What? I make my way to the bathroom and again see all her things missing?

Confused, I walk back to the kitchen, this time seeing a small piece of paper on the countertop. When I look closer, I realize it’s a note.

Blake, I've loved you since freshman year here at Uconn, and I think some part of me always will love you.

Some part?? What is she trying to say?

Our relationship was amazing, but it has become unfathomably toxic and damaging.

The more I read, the angrier I get. What does she mean our relations ship was amazing? Are we not still in one?? And toxic, how is loving each other toxic, I mean I know I get mad sometimes but it’s not that serious.

I can't continue on like this, and our love is no longer enough to keep us together.

What. She didn’t even want to tell me in person? She can’t just make this decision for us, this is a two person relationship.

I'm sorry, but I have to leave and I hope you understand.

            

Love,

         Your Eve

I slam my hand down on the countertop. She wants me to understand? How am I supposed to understand when she is acting like such a bitch? If she wants to break up so badly, why would she call herself ‘My Eve’?

I’m angrier than ever. I need to find her.

Evelyn's pov:

Thankfully, my exchange with Paige wasn’t as awkward as I had imagined it would be. I hope she understands why I had to leave that night. I’d love to start hanging out with her again, I mean she’s just so fun, and I’m starting to miss her. Since it’s been a few hours, I decide to text her about our plans for tomorrow.

Paige

Hey, so what time did

you want to meet up tomorrow?

I was thinking around

2:30 if that’s good for you

Yeah that works! Wanna

meet at the coffee shop

so we can grab some?

Yeah! that would be

fun, see you tomorrow

See you tomorrow!

Wow, that was pretty easy, I feel like it always takes forever to make plans with my friends.

Soon Ashlynn comes home and I decide it’s time to debrief her on everything that happened between Paige and I.

I start by telling her how she slept over after I got back from the hospital and we went to beach later, but stayed later than everyone else. I told her about how after she drove me back, she kissed me and I kinda freaked out and ran out of the car.

“WHAT? Why didn’t you tell me this when it happened, and why did you run off?” She intensely questions.

“Well I ran off because I had so many things holding me back like my parents and Blake, but I’m sorry I didn’t tell you soon I was trying to process it myself. But Paige and I are good now I think, I mean we’re hanging out tomorrow.” I reply sheepishly.

“Well you two seem good for each other and I think you should go for it.” She says while shrugging.

Her reply shocks me and my wide open mouth showcases that, but before I get the chance to say something, there’s a knock at the door.

—

i think we all know who it is

[miramizar]

Like always, I'll wash them away

Summary: Kyungsoo wakes up early the morning after Junmyeon's homecoming party and prepares to enjoy the solitude for a bit.

Then he realises he's not alone.

Genre/Category: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Characters/Ship: D.O, Suho; KyungMyeon

Word count: 700

Crossposted on AO3

AN: I think I was working on this one a little after Junmyeon's return since it almost happened on Kyungmyeon day and everything? Which was some time ago hahah but better late than never, and there needs to be more KyungMyeon content on here so why not contribute with what I have (aka overly fluffy stuff adhfbhfb) (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

It smells like spring.  

Kyungsoo nearly gasps as the thought hits him, and he decides on leaving the window open before he exits his former dorm room. The stillness he finds tells him that he’s the first one to get up, and he feels the corners of his lips turn upward - early mornings had become precious to him back when he and the other members used to live here, and even now he feels excited about being alone during the first hours of the day.

He makes himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen and goes to enjoy it in the living room. However, noticing a messy mop of black hair by the sofa has him halting in the middle of a step.

“Good morning, Kyungsoo.” The fact that he’s been recognised doesn’t surprise him, but the tone of the voice does; it belongs to Junmyeon, who has finally come home and was happy to the point of being annoying as they celebrated yesterday. Now, though, he sounds sad and tired and Kyungsoo doesn’t like that one bit.

“Good morning. You’re up early.” 

Junmyeon shrugs, not seeming to care that the blanket that’s wrapped around his shoulders falls down as he does so. “Sehun hogged the covers and I didn’t have the heart to nag about it, so I moved here… I guess I only have myself to blame.”

“Yeah, that sofa hasn’t turned any softer during your leave.”

“It definitely hasn’t.”

The casual banter flows easily and it lightens the mood - but it's not enough to make Kyungsoo stop worrying. “I’m sorry your homecoming party ended up like this.”

“No, I promise it's fine, I had fun and seeing you all again was great. I'll just take a nap later.”

It’s rare to see their leader this distressed, and the few times it happens it’s usually in front of Kyungsoo. At first he’d thought nothing much of it, but deep down Kyungsoo always liked being the one Junmyeon confided in, and as he gives said man's neck an intense stare he falls back into old routines, wondering if there’s anything he can do to help.

“Do you have a schedule today?”

The sudden question startles Junmyeon, then he nods. “I’m going to talk to the board about my new album, so I guess I have to go soon…”

Silence falls upon them, growing heavier by the second, until Kyungsoo exchanges his coffee for two stiff shoulders. He digs deep with all the strength he can muster, causing a sigh to escape Junmyeon’s lips.

“You don’t have to-“

“I want to.” And Junmyeon accepts his gesture, just like he always does in the end. Kyungsoo is grateful at first, but soon realises that it isn’t enough and so he goes around the sofa to properly face Junmyeon for the first time since he returned. He shakes his head in mock disappointment.

“This won’t do.” He carefully draws Junmyeon’s fringe away from his eyes before pressing a soft kiss to his brow, peppering his forehead with them until the wrinkles disappear and finishing it off by bringing their lips together. The smile he sees adorning his beloved's face as he draws back fills him with pride.

“Better?”

Junmyeon eyes turns into crescents and part of Kyungsoo wants to cry because seeing them again after two years still feels unreal. “Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I'm just tired and feeling a bit empty after coming back, it’ll go away eventually. Besides, don’t you have a schedule too?”

Kyungsoo straightens and reaches for his phone to check the time, but a hand snakes around his neck and gently pulls him into an embrace.

“Thank you,” Junmyeon whispers against his shoulder. “For everything. I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Kyungsoo whispers back, sitting down so he can return the embrace. “More than you’ll ever know. But we’re both back now, so we won’t have to any more.”

And so; early mornings spent alone may be one of Kyungsoo’s favourite things, but they never stood a chance against the ones where Junmyeon is there to share them with him, and knowing that there'll be more of those from now on has his heart soaring.

[emmaintherealityworld]

ELDARYA A NEW ERA EPISODE 18: CDC LANCE (SPOIL)

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening my little otters, welcome to a new post of Eldarya: A New Era. I'm late, I know ! But I was not in the mood lately to write my thoughts about it. Maybe, because it's almost the end. And deep inside, it breaks my heart because I grew up with Eldarya. But now, I'm ready so here we go ! And it will be short for once ! The wedding was soooo fucking emotional. I cried so many times. So beautiful for the chaos that will come. The first illustration was very cute with everyone dancing with all the CDC. But I knew it was too good to be true. That something was coming, and I was almost surprised by Erika's father army coming and bringing fire. What the actual fuck ? What if one of them, killed or hurt Erika ? How can the father would think that killing faeries is the key ? It was very stupid. Why the villains in this game are so stupid ? At least Lance as Ashkore in TO was way more badass than them ! Then the scene with Erika confronting him, almost in the way to kill him. It was very deep, and extreme. But thank god, Lance stopped her. Explaining her, how it would never be the best way to end this, by killing him and make her feel better. I just thought that it would of been better to know how he deals with his past a long time before. But the most hurtful and heartbreaking scene, (before or after) Valkyon's death is Feng Zifu's death...I was so chocked. I needed a break when they announced it. Because Feng Zifu's was like a father/grandfather for her. And I was so scared that Karenn has been shot. For the interrogation between Erika, Matthieu and Charles it was a little bit messy about the reason why Charles wanted to "save" Erika by firing everything that was moving. It is their fault if Eldarya will dissapear. Because they used too much portals to go in there. It's like they blaming their existence... The Council came, Erika revealed to everyone what she saw by The Oracle (I don't know how it's called in English, sorry...) and I was suprised that no one in the entire eighteen episodes, people didn't know that Ophelia was the Oracle. I mean since a couple of times Erika had visions and told about them and saying that she saw a little girl but it's just now when everything would end that they finally understood that she's the Oracle. Then, the preparation of the exil brings no time to everyone. And we learned that the forest was gone, replaced by a big flaw. The end is coming... That's is for this episode. I hope you liked it. Don't hesitate to write also what you think about this episode on the comments. I'll see you guys soon, for the next episode ! See ya ! <3

[masonshine]

Hi Kao!!! I see the Infamous brainrot has you too haha :) Can you tell us more about Salomé? She looks so very cool 🥰 Hope you're doing well!!!

Hello PD! I'm doing good, thank you 💕 Hope you're doing great as well!!

LOL yeah, there's no escaping the Infamous obsession. I played it sometime late April and i haven't been able to think of anything else since lol It's already shaping up to be one of my favourite IFs.

Ahh thank you so much, you're too kind 🥰 Kinda struggled to decide how i wanted Salomé to be and what i wanted for her but i'm satisfied so far with what i came up with. Tho some things are still subject to change and others are in progress.

So sorry in advance because this got long and also for my messy rambling!

Salomé Jackson is her real name, which she also uses as her stage name. I know i want a middle name for her but i still haven't found the perfect one. Her mother is latina with middle eastern roots and her father white american (french and irish origins).

Salomé is the frontwoman of Fatal Flaw. She is an avid reader and was always interested in Greek Mythology so that's the reason she (and Seven) chose that as a name. Plus it just sounded cool lol

Fatal Flaw's an alternative rock band, think The Neighborhood, Willow Smith, Arctic Monkeys, Beabadoobee, L'Arc-en-ciel (a japanese rock band) type of songs. I have not come up with their album or most popular song names yet, although i have some lyrics written down.

Even tho she's really into it because she loves music and singing, she also enjoys being loved and recognized (she's... love starved thanks to her parents, so the celebrity life kinda gives her the love she longs for) and she's working hard to make a name for her band.

Seven is her ex and she's absolutely not over him. The fight and the breakup impacted her BADLY. That was like such a turnpoint in her life. Seven really was her everything; she loved him so much and thought he was her forever, so him not being around anymore completely turned her life upside down. It also increased her abandonment issues which were already there thanks to her parents again, and as such she's become more wary of hurting ppl she loves and actually started trying harder to please everyone, specifically her band members which she considers family.

That's one of the reasons she's been trying her hardest not to make the band about herself, and actually let the others get their shine too. Also one of the reasons she chose to share the bus with Soft Violence, for Rowan's sake (the other reason being her somehow still wanting to be in Seven's vicinity even tho that would do nothing but hurt her). I don't wanna call her a ppl pleaser per se but...

Salomé also has a crush on her role model Griffin Reign. It's just an innocent (for now) crush one might get on their fav celebrity. Absolutely no worries of it becoming smth more, not at all. It would be wrong... and well, she just could never like him that way (lies).

Salomé smokes, drinks and does drugs. I wouldn't say she's addicted to any of the three but her using depends on her mood. It did increase after her breakup with Seven (tho she only got into drugs after it) but she's been trying to pace herself lately with her participation in BOTB. She needs to be responsible about it and doesn't wanna screw things up for her band.

So this is basically it? Maybe i forgot smth important? Anyway if you wanna know anything, don't hesitate to ask 😊

[thomabrainrot]

Teach me how to cook, please?

Thoma has always stayed loyal to the Kamisato Family. Always prioritizing them at any time of the day.

But there were still days where Thoma would feel a little bit rebellious. On days where he knew he wasn't too busy, he would go to a little house just right outside Inazuma City. S

He would knock lightly on the door before hearing a voice saying

"Come in, Thoma!"

She didn't need to turn or take a peak behind her, the housekeeper had his own special knock that Y/N already knew it was him immediately.

Without tearing her eyes from the canvas, Y/N continues to paint in detail with different colors. Thoma sits wordlessly beside her, trying his best not to make a single sound as to not break her concentration.

Being one of Inazuma's prominent painters, Y/N has stayed focus on her brush strokes. Thoma doesn't mind, he understands how people have certain moods where they're concentrated and absolutely nothing could break it. Instead, he takes this time to observe her. Hair a little bit messy, tied in a loose ponytail while splotches of paint decorated her arms, hands and apron. It was nothing out of the ordinary, though Thoma's house keeping instinct gave him the urge to clean up, he respected that artists' just work in different ways.

It hasn't been long until Y/N huffs and stands from her seat, taking a few steps back she looks at the painting in different angle before clapping her hands together. Thoma knew that it meant she was satisfied, at least for today.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Thoma. What brings you here today?" Y/N cleans her hands with a rag cloth.

"Nothing. I had some free time before returning to the estate" That was a lie. Thoma basically rushed all his errands today just to see you, even if it's for a little bit. That was all he needed, he was satisfied.

"Well, I'm feeling kind of famished. I haven't really eaten much lately..." Y/N gestured to the bowls of cup noodles on her sink.

Thoma gasps and springs up from his seat "You should always eat your meals!"

"I mean.. Other than not having the time.. I just really don't know how to cook other things..." Y/N shyly rubs the back of her neck

"You could've told me! I would love to cook for you" Thoma exclaims

"N-no! I couldn't possibly take up your time. Your busy as you are.. but maybe you can teach me? So I can cook on my own?"

"Hmm.. That sounds like a good idea" Thoma then proceeds to open her cabinets and sees that she has enough decent ingredients to actually make egg fried rice. He prepares it diligently on the table before explaining to her what she needs to do.

"Plus, I would really need to learn how to cook for my future spouse.." Y/N jokes suddenly

But the dear housekeeper was too surprised at the thought. The thought of Y/N marrying.

"You don't need to.." he says in a serious voice

"Oh come on! We all know a woman's way to a man's heart is his stomach. No one will ever want to marry me if I can't cook.."

"I would"

"Huh?"

"I said.. T-that's not true. There are a lot of men who could cook for the family now!"

"Like you?" Y/N teases him

"Y-yeah. I could cook an entire feast!" Thoma boasts as his ears blush

"Well I'd envy them. Whoever you marry and cook for in the future would be so lucky.." Y/N giggles to herself and sigh "So lucky.."

As Y/N gets lost in her thoughts, she accidentally cuts her finger while chopping some onions. Thoma immediately drops everything and comes to her aid.

"S-sorry.. I'm so clumsy, aren't I? Can't even chop onions.. I-I'll probably just die single haha"

"Don't say that!" Thoma immediately puts a band aid over her cut "You're a great woman! Any guy would be lucky to have you. They'd be foolish to not want you!"

"Y-you think so?"

"I know so!"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh "You're always so kind Thoma. But it's fine, I'm fine with just being with myself and eating ramen for the rest of my life!"

"No!"

"Eh?"

"I wouldn't let that happen to you. I'd cook for you. Everyday. You won't even need to chop anything. I'd do everything for you" Thoma says as his emerald eyes shine in seriousness.

"T-Thoma are you.. are you-"

"I'll become your spouse so you won't need to worry at all!"

A silence falls between you two and Thoma suddenly steps back and covers his mouth as soon as he realizes what he said. While you were like a red gaping fish with your mouth hanging open.

"Ah.. ahaha.. haha" Y/N awkwardly laughs "That's a funny joke Thoma"

The housekeeper pouts and approach Y/N "I'm not joking.. I would marry you. I would want to be the luckiest guy to receive your love. I would want nothing else"

Y/N couldn't hold back anymore and stands up on her tiptoes to give Thoma a kiss on the lips. Thoma doesn't let this chance slip as his hands grasp her waist and the back of her neck to kiss her better. There was instant fireworks as they kissed each other lovingly.

When they part, both of their lips were swollen as they catch their breath.

"Maybe we could.. date first before marrying?"

Thoma couldn't help but chuckle "Of course. But just know that I already have plans for our marriage already"

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hello everyone! I'm Tsuki, a new writer for Thoma!

I love my husband / malewife dearly. To the point that I have to write scenarios / imagines because I have read almost everything here and in ao3 xD

please do not hesitate to send me an ask for requests (though i cant promise i cant write everything immediately) or just send me a message so we can bond over our malewife!

[auraravenora77]

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six

Alycia Leveau "Lilithia"

Masterlist

Summary: A pregnant Verena has been dreaming and dealing with nerves about the upcoming weeks of the baby's arrival. The early arrival has gone awry as well as a new chapter of her life as a mom.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1, 982

AN: Hello! It's my first prologue for the ongoing series before Alycia's transformation into Lilithia reincarnate. I like to sincerely apologize if this is short, messy or all over the place. Please let me know if you want to be in the taglist. I want to know what are your thoughts on it and enjoy reading this while you can!

Prologue

Verena's POV

19 years ago

A clawed hand was the last thing Verena had witnessed before she woke up alert and shook from the nightmares. Sitting upright, she took the moment by noticing the familiarity of her surroundings. The tension slowly leaves her shoulders as she rubs the back of her neck. Walking around the house seemed like a perfect idea for her. It would clear her mind and brighten the mood! Without alerting her husband, she moved silently out of the bed and went downstairs to grab a drink of water.

The kitchen usually eases her sour mood than most rooms in the house. She sat there with a drink in hand, her thoughts jumbled over the nightmares that repeat itself every night. Lost in thought and haunted by the nightmares, the image replayed in her head about the older demonic woman that had the same features of Verena and her husband. The eye color of pitch darkness was the only difference of the features. It seemed so real, but there was a possibility it could be the stress threatening to take over.

She shook off the horrifying nightmarish thoughts and focused on the now. In the early early trimester of discovering the pregnancy, the doctor did advise her about everything throughout the late stages of pregnancy, including one reason.

Nerves could be the main reason for her nightmares that plagued her mind. Ever since finding out about this new chapter of their lives, she has had the most horrifying fear of an early premature birth or a miscarriage. As the day of delivery nears in the upcoming few weeks, so did the whirlwind of emotions. Maybe it would be a perfect time to visit –

"Are you having nightmares again?"

A familiar voice abruptly interrupted Verena's thoughts as she almost jumped out of her seat. Turning around to see an apologetic expression from her endearing husband, it led him rushing to her side and console her with an embrace. Sweet words whispered in her ear as she felt immense relief washing over her. His hand rested on her swollen baby bump for some assurance. 

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you and the baby," Sebastian spoke softly and calmly. He raised his eyes to exchange contact with hers. "Are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine! You just startled me, that's all.." She honestly answered, chuckled softly. Her hand reached to caress his face so she could put him at ease. "As for your question earlier, yes I'm having those nightmares again.."

"We can make a phone call first thing in the morning tomorrow. Your doctor wouldn't mind helping –"

"No!" Verena interrupted him without even thinking. She exhaled and gave him a much calmer response, "It's alright! Everything will be fine with me and our baby. The nightmares will go away in no time.."

"Are you sure?" A curious Sebastian questioned her with his voice resonated with deep concern and wonder. "I could still do that if you change your mind.."

"Yes I am certain!" Verena reassured with a confirmation, her face broke out into a full smile as best as she could. It could manage to convince him even further. She resumed speaking in a lighthearted tone, "You should head upstairs to bed. I will be there with you after finishing this water.."

He hesitated for a moment to think things through. In the back of her mind, she hoped it would convince him enough to leave. It wasn't until his concerned demeanor changed to a much calmer one. The only response was a simple, "Alright.."

After a few moments later, it convinced him well enough to head upstairs and return to their bedroom. As soon as soft footsteps receded, a smile slipped from her face. A sense of loneliness almost returned to her side like a great friend. However, she glanced down to return her attention to her baby bump. She makes everything ought to be perfect with her and the baby. That was nothing but a promise!

Heading upstairs to the bedroom, the sight of this soft bed and silk sheets tempt her with more sleep. Exhaustion took over as soon as her head hit the soft pillows. Several minutes later, she drifted back to some more sleep alongside her husband. Thankfully, she slept throughout the night without any horrifying nightmares coming back around.

The Next Day

Hospitals meant many important things for people. As for the married couple Sebastian and Verena Flynn? They arrived with the baby's expected presence in the maternity ward of the hospital. It all started with a good and delicious morning breakfast. Verena offers to help out with almost everything despite being very pregnant. It extremely worries Sebastian for what she does because it might strain her but her reassurance calms him a bit. In the next hour of relaxing and movie watching, something occurred to her.

Hearing an unusual sound coming from her, he craned his neck to check up on his wife. A haunted look crossed her face. His eyes trailed down onto something more noticeable. A large puddle of water spilled out onto the water. As the growing realization dawned, he went pale. The look of immense surprise means one and one thing only: the early arrival of their newborn daughter. Her expected arrival was supposed to come late next month. In an urgent state of concern, he rushed her to the nearest hospital without any delays.

"Help! I need a doctor for my pregnant wife. She's currently in early labor.." Sebastian announced in a state of calmness despite the urgent situation involving the baby. That shout alerted a team of doctors who were obliged to assist a distressed Verena. Everything else was nothing but a chaotic blur.

Being in labor became more and more traumatic for them. After observing everything with her, It took the team of doctors to announce an emergency C-section. A nervous feeling came over her when the risks and outcomes might occur during that procedure. Doctors instantly took time and patience to bring the baby out. Simply how momentarily weak and drained Verena was, she seemed unaware of the chaos ensuing in the room between the doctors and a frantic Sebastian. Everything became blurry before she faded out of consciousness.

Verena woke up to the feeling of his fingers skimming along her skin, carefully checking my bandages as she lay in the familiar hospital room bed, full of tubes and heavy medicine that kept the pain away. A surprised expression formed on her face when she felt a sleepy Sebastian pressed against her in the spacious bed, one long arm draped closely over her waist as he rested his head on the crook of her neck. The stiff stir woke him up as it took him a few minutes to begin explaining everything about the events during the chaotic childbirth.

Worry etch on their faces as they await for the doctors to return with their baby. The amount of waiting felt like hours instead of minutes. It wasn't until doctors finally arrived in the room as they rolled down a familiar machine. The bright smile slowly fell from Verena's face. Their newborn was safely inside the Respirator ventilator, being hooked up to many devices including an Endotracheal Tube. A certain machine sounded weak beeps each and every second. It left them more than highly concerned.

"I want to say congratulations to you both on the birth of your child but I'm afraid to tell you some bad news. She has developed a rare but severe illness called Bronchopulmonary Dysplasia," said the doctor who informed them with the most horrible news. "She might not make it through the night if the lungs are extremely damaged and left untreated. We will place her in the NICU for safety measures later. If she does live, oxygen therapy is the greatest option before the lungs get damaged. For now, I can give you privacy to accompany the newborn to pray for her. I'll be right back to fetch the paperwork and medication!"

As the doctor leaves the room, an extremely shocked Verena and Sebastian recover quickly by clasping their hands and beginning to pray for the newborn. Positive thoughts remained in her head in the midst of the prayers. All she ever wanted was a healthy child held in her arms. She had dreamt it for the longest. Everything will get better for the married couple when this huge bump in the road passes miraculously. A sudden sound disrupted the silence in the midst of their prayers. The downhearted married couple heard shoes clack against the marble floor outside the room. It grew closer and closer until the sound stopped. Believing it was nothing but a nurse walking past, they continued to pray. A silent moment passed before her husband took immediate realization of the doctor's unexpected yet quick return.

"I thought you said we need some time alone.." Sebastian said, his voice was husky with sadness.

"I apologize for the early disruption, but I have returned with the paperwork and medication. It is nothing too painful for your baby, I assure you. It is just a simple procedure that will make her lungs healthier and stronger," The doctor informed them while managing to check the vitals. A look of satisfaction filled his features before he faced them with a question. "Do you accept this life-changing offer?"

"We accept.." Verena and Sebastian answered in unison as hope bubbled within them. They had to make that quick decision in order for their daughter to be completely healthy for the future.

"Very well! Let's get this started so my team and I will handle the rest." The doctor handed Sebastian an ordinary clipboard of a singular paper form and pen that was strangely shaped like a small scythe. Verena leaned forward to join him in assisting her husband. Within minutes, they thoroughly read the entire paperwork and scribble their signature on it.

Now that decision was successfully done, the doctor made the move to inject medication into the IV tube. In the next few minutes, the heart rate machine normally beeps. The sudden sound of the baby cries blessed their ears. She gasped in a stunning surprise at the sight. They gathered round with tears of joy and gratitude, scarcely daring to believe their eyes. What in the heavens was even in that medicine?

"Thank you so much! I don't know how you did it but I appreciate –" She cut herself off, returning her attention back to the doctor as jaw went slack. Her heart leapt to her throat. As a puzzled Sebastian followed her gaze, when he displayed a similar reaction as she did.

What stood on the doctor's place wasn't actually himself anymore. He was wearing a black hooded robe, covering everything except his face. This demonic man creature grew immensely larger than a regular man's actual size. He lowered himself to their level and gazed into her eyes. A cold demeanor retained upon him as everything about him didn't even look human, from the eye color to the sharp bone structure.

"I'll be seeing you in eighteen years from now. Spend precious time with her before I claim yours as an exchange.." threatened the ruthless stranger. His voice sounded guttural, the rasp of a demonic creature while drenched in a velvety undertone.

"Wait!" Verena weakly shouted, attempting to reach forward to stop him. What's holding her back was the exhaustion from the pushing of childbirth.

Sebastian springs into action just by spreading his arms to guard her. The stranger eyed the crying baby with an expression of annoyance before disappearing in an explosion of obsidian. It vanished within minutes before the actual doctor came in. Confused, then alarmed, crossed his face as he called for his team to assist with the newborn child. What in the world has Verena done?

[botheringlevi]

My compliment was stupid or yours? I think yours was sweet either way, and I'm glad you already know that. Mhm, I meant the stories I've been reading would just dampen the mood.

While I enjoy our conversations the last thing I want to do is annoy you or add more to your plate, so I try to keep it kinda short and sweet, I'm sorry if it ever gets too long.

Also, I wouldn't say I'm an optimist, I just try to look for the sunshine in things, and I disagree with that a little bit, there are good things out there you just have to find them I suppose.

I also agree with you, I bitch a lot about my situations to get everything off my chest then I try to find a way to fix it.

Words are a good way to show people how you feel about them, so in a way they are, but there are other ways to show people how you feel about them without talking I suppose.

*She squeezes his hand looking at him, taking the moment to admire him*

Human nature can be a tricky thing, but if you ever want someone to talk to about it or show you, I'm always here. Everyone is different though so it varies but to me, the basic needs are shared by everyone.

No plans? I find that really hard to believe, you are Captain Levi after all, very important and needed by a lot of people. I don't want to keep you from anything and the book.....isn't something you would be interested in, and it's a topic we've discussed before. Erotica.

If you still wanna hear about it, just let me know and I can tell you about it. I'm about halfway done or more, I'm slowly reading it but so far, so good. It's giving me ideas.

I know you leaned in and kissed first, but I hope my returning it wasn't too over the top, you look a bit taken back and the blood has rushed to your cheeks. It's super cute and I love teasing you.

Again, I hope you have a wonderful day and evening, I might enjoy a cup of tea and a bubble bath I think tonight for some self-care. Do you do any of that?

[Previous ask]

Mine, obviously. And, you're not hard to read. Unlike those books, it seems.

He enjoys talking to her, and doesn’t understand why she would assume she annoys him… He wonders with a touch of guilt if he implied that somehow.

*Flat look* Lately, your messages haven’t been short. You’ve never heard me complaining.

I don't think that... *Cagey look* I'm normally the type of person you have to keep your guard up around. But—

No. On second thought, forget it.

…

Optimism or not, it’s an admirable belief. Disagree with me. Either way, bitching about circumstances is a healthy ritual.

He concedes. Any way is a way… Words can be messy; people can say anything. Action is guaranteed. That's the way I see it.

*Hand is taken. Relaxes*

I doubt even most humans understand human nature. They just live by it. There’d be much to discuss, even though I’m not... that entirely.

He doubts that the basics apply to himself, as an Ackerman…

Being needed is one thing. Being needed for duty is another. True, HQ is filling up again. *Thinks deeply* It's looking like a warm January, so. All this peace and relaxation will be over with soon.

*Flat look, cheeks pink* And here I thought you meant gore or something. Not a fan of horror, either, but that’s obviously not what you meant.

*Quietly, genuinely* It's fine.

His treacherous cheeks warm. Tch.

He has never heard of 'self-care'.

*Odd look* What’s so special about drinking tea and bathing?

[lachalaine]

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