#And I'll admit it I don't know if that would've been possible on the count of being respectful because the writers on this show would have

[junipers-archive]

Power-Outage

Word Count: 1.2k

Includes: fluff, fluff, fluff spencer x reader when a power-outage occurs and spencer being spencer and being adorably the perfect boyfriend

Dark. It is dark and you're alone and its honestly embarrassing how quickly you pick up your phone to call your boyfriend. I mean...who's still scared of the dark? What're you 5?

It's two in the morning and you shouldn't be calling, really. You've only been dating for a few weeks, but he's Spencer, he's technically been your best friend for 4 years, 3 months, 2 days. and...about 18 hours, but who's counting? You convince yourself you just need to hear his voice, his sweet, safe, angelic-

"H-hello?"his voice breaks from that of someone just woken up at an ungodly hour by his co-dependent girlfriend who so happened to have accidentally hit the call button while she was second-guessing herself.

Maybe he'll hang up? Maybe you can convince him you butt-called him in the middle of the night tomorrow at work? Or maybe-

"Y/n baby I'm really gonna need you to respond before i drive over there." he sounds calm, not at all agitated, not at all like someone woken up at 2 in the morning, he sounds...like Spencer

"Hi..." You exhale into the mic with relief. You should say something, really say something, apologize, yes that's what you'll do "I'm sorry I shouldn't have called, god I'm so idiotic...I just-well the power just went out and its 2 in the morning and I really should get some sleep but-"

You're cut off by the jingling of keys on the other line.

"Spence you still there?"

"I'm on my way." Was that a car door?

"On your wayy..." It takes you second, or it takes your un-caffienated and sleep deprived brain a second to realize he means he's coming over to your house. Your home. Where you live.

And yes you're bestfriends with him and you've had sleepovers before but that was when you were ready. That was when you had cleaned.

"No! Spencer No! That is completely unessecary! I'm fine! I just wanted someone to talk to and I thought-"

The engine of his car starts. You can hear him trying to repress the laugh that graces your ears every time he knows something you're trying to hide from his genius mind.

"I'm already pulling out of the drive-way, forget about it. Plus I know you're afraid of dark."

Maybe he'll turn around if you just- "Spencer. I am not afraid of the dark. That is childish and obsurd and I mean im not a little kid anymore! You can just go home, go to bed and forget this ever happened"

There's a silence on the other end, besides the hum of the car, absolute silence.

Until, "Do you still have the candle I got your for Christmas?"

Of course. Of course Dr. Spencer freakin Reid wouldn't believe you. I mean he knows you better than anyone. What were you thinking?

"Yea spence. Yea I have the candle"

He hums in response and you can practically hear him grinning on the other end.

You admit defeat.

"Can you at least bring over some marshmallows? I'm all out from our last movie night." You would honestly rather have him over as soon as possible if it weren't for your hideous room and the pile of "i'll get to it" in the living room haunting your mind. This will at least buy you time.

But again he's dr. reid. "I've already got some from my stash, jumbo and small and snowmen shaped. And of course hot chocolate!"

He's perfect. He's everything and more you could've asked for.

And yet. ANd yet. At this very moment you'd like to strangle him. And not that impersonal type of cowardly strangle like really just-

"Don't be embarrassed baby. I've already seen your room at its worst. I'll be there in ten, turn on the candle and read your books for now."

You hear him knock on the door a few minutes later, as to not disturb the neighbors. Because of course, he's Spencer and would've thought about that too.

You run with the only flashlight you have to the front door, and you're greeted by a ruffled, grinning and ever-charming Spencer with his satchel stuffed with god knows what and wearing his periodic table of elements pjs.

You mirror his grin almost immediately, albeit sheepishly and look down to hide your own embarrassment...only to find him wearing the pink bunny slippers he'd stolen from your house only a few days ago.

With that all or any ego-preservation skills were out the window. He was here already...right?

You let him in, still staring down at your shoes as he leads you two straight for the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets to find the ingredients and kitchenware as if he'd lived there his whole life.

You take a seat at the kitchen's island stool, and watch him work.

This should be embarrassing. I mean it is. It is!

That is, until he hands you a steaming cup of hot chocolate with little snowman marshmallows dissolving on top and smiling like he hasn't just driven 8 miles with these ingredients to make you happy because you called him.

You called him at 2 in the morning.

And with that the unease floods back. And you're hiding your face in your hands and mumbling something incoherent.

This is when he finally speaks. "So...you wanna build a fort?"

You rub your eyes and look up at him. "i-i'm sorry?"

"We should build a fort." He's assertive in this, something at another time you would've found very hot, but at this moment it concerns you. Because to any other person what you've just done would be unacceptable.

"You...want to...build a fort?"

"I find it helps, I mean...at least when I was younger my mom and dad, they used to help me build forts when the power went out. To distract me if anything. It was kind of the only time I remember them getting along."He chuckles and looks down bashfully.

And now all you can think of is building a fort with the beautiful boy in front of you.

"Yea, yea i'd really love it if we built a fort."

And you do, you build a fort with what now you deem as you're future husband. Lighting the other candle he brought you on the counter that fills the air with your favorite scent and finding battery power camping lamps in your closet to light up the room.

He tells you stories about the kinds of forts he used to build and to the best of both your abilities you try to recreate his favorite.

By around 5:30 in the morning the sun is rising and you're both past out in the center of the monstrosity you two created while high on a sugar rush provided by the hot chocolate and one two many marshmallow snowmen consumed.

But you'll remember this for the rest of your life you think. You'll remember Spencer for the rest of your life. Because no one, no one would understand how to make you forget your biggest fear like he did.

While surrounded by darkness all you could see was him.

He was your light.

He was your light, and for as long as he'd have you, you'd be his too.

[bijoumikhawal]

"If Winn wasnt a blatant allegory for the causes and effects of evangelical power" okay I agree that's what the writers did with her, but my friend- does that make any g-ddamn sense? Any sense at all? Do leaders in the Christian American Evangelical community get put in prison for being Evangelical (because Kai Winn WAS)?

[bi-bard]

If I Could Leave, I Would've Already Left - Luca Imagine [The Bear]

Title: If I Could Leave, I Would've Already Left

Pairing: Luca X Reader

Based On: Paul Revere

Word Count: 1,413 words

Warning(s): mention of breakdown/mental health issues

Summary: When Luca left for Copenhagen, he didn't mean to leave (Y/n) completely on their own. After years of not talking, he finally finds that nerve to reconnect with them, deciding to invite them out to visit. At first, all seems well, but something is clearly off... Luca just has to get (Y/n) to admit that.

Author's Note: I changed who this story was going to be about so I could give y'all this. Don't say that I don't do anything for you.

NOAH KAHAN - STICK SEASON [WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER] WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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I felt a pit in my stomach as I walked to the door of the restaurant.

This wasn't even my place of employment. I had no obligations or expectations here, but I still had raging anxiety sitting in my chest.

Maybe it was the association I had with early rising and restaurant doors. Maybe it was the memories of yelling and pressure and intensity. Maybe it wasn't related to any of that. Maybe it was all just fear over seeing someone that I hadn't seen in a while that meant the world to me.

I shook my head, trying to calm myself down. It wasn't successful.

Once I accepted that I couldn't just dismiss my anxiety, I picked up my hand and knocked on the door.

I stepped backward, taking a few more deep breaths.

The front door opened suddenly. I felt a need to collapse to the ground when I saw Luca in the doorway. I fought that need.

"Hey," I said awkwardly, messing around with the strap of my duffel bag.

"You made it," he replied happily, stepping forward to hug me tightly. I closed my eyes as I hugged him back. "I told you to call me when you were on your way. I would have made plans to get you settled."

"I know, I know," I muttered as I stepped back.

"I'll call someone in, so I can get you set up in the guest room-"

"No, no," I shook my head. "I came here to see where you're working. That was your offer."

He chuckled. "Well, come on in then."

I followed him into the restaurant. I looked around at the sparkling location. Shining counters, organized inventory, the blue sign just under the clock that read 'Every Second Counts'.

"What do you think," he asked.

"It's beautiful," I mumbled, still looking around the entire building.

"Oh, believe me, this is nothing," he waved it off. I looked back at him. "Well, nothing when compared to the quality of the food."

I chuckled. "Impress me."

"I always do."

He tapped a part of the steel tabletop so I could stand across from him. He continued working while I put my bag down next to me.

It felt weird to watch someone else cook. I had grown so accustomed to running around the kitchen and getting as much work done as physically possible. But now, I was standing there, twiddling my thumbs. It just felt... wrong.

"Do you... Do you need help with anything," I asked.

"No, no," he shook his head. "I am making something for you. You are on a trip."

I held my hands up. "Alright, alright."

The silence after that was nice.

It was the first time since getting on the flight that I didn't find myself fixated on the work that I was missing. I was finally letting myself breathe. I couldn't relax fully. I don't think that I had the ability to. It was still momentary bliss.

"How've you been," Luca said after a while.

"Good, good," I replied, playing it as polite. Like I would speak with my relatives at big family dinners and shit like that.

"You're still working in Chicago?"

"I haven't worked there in a while," I explained. "I moved to New York. Carmen Berzatto apparently mentioned my name a while ago."

"He did?"

I nodded.

"I don't remember him ever being that kind... did he have a change of heart?"

"Honestly, I think it was an accident."

Luca laughed, having to stop what he was doing for a few moments. "That sounds more like him."

I chuckled with him.

"But New York is good?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's the dream, right? The big-time restaurant and the fancy guests."

"I guess so."

His eyes moved to me. I saw them trace me, looking for a sign of... something. I shifted a bit in my spot, grinning at him. I wanted to know what he was looking for. I wanted to know what he was thinking of me.

"How are you doing," he said.

"You asked that already."

"I know but you told me that everything is good yet you're sitting in front of me on a very sudden trip to a different country."

"You invited me out to visit-"

"Yet you didn't tell me when you were on your way."

I froze. He was right.

"What's going on?"

I took a deep breath. "I... I took a leave of absence."

"What," he asked. "Can I ask why?"

"I... I broke," I confessed.

Admitting it felt like some kind of betrayal to myself. I was already dealing with enough guilt from running away from work, but now there was even more guilt because it wasn't just because of my own weakness.

"I was in the kitchen, in the middle of dinner rush, and then everything felt like it froze," I continued. "And I... I couldn't move or talk. I was just... gone. And then, it all hit me at once. I couldn't breathe. Nothing made sense. Everything was going too fast. It just... it wouldn't go back to normal.

"If it had just been that once, then I could have explained it away as nothing. But it just kept happening over and over.

"I could hide it for a while but then, I just kind of snapped. I ran out of the kitchen; I hid in the alley out back and just sobbed. I just remember thinking that I had to get out. So, I decided to take the leave of absence and try to figure out what the fuck was wrong with me."

"I'm sorry," Luca said. "That sounds terrifying."

I just kind of shrugged.

"Are you... Are you seeing a therapist at all?"

"I have an appointment set for when I get home. I just... I needed something- someone familiar."

Luca stepped out from behind the counter so he could drag me into another tight hug. I closed my eyes, hiding my face in his shoulder. That was the most detail I had told anyone about how I had been feeling.

"Can I ask you something," he asked after a little while. I hummed. "Why don't you just leave entirely?"

I scoffed as I stepped back. "And go where?"

"I don't know... here?"

I shook my head.

"I could put in a good word-"

"I can't do that," I stopped him. "I can't just run away."

"Why not?"

"Do you have any idea how hard I have worked for this?" I snapped. "How much of my life has been dedicated to this?"

"That doesn't mean that you have to end up hurting yourself!"

"You don't get it!" I stepped even farther away. "I don't just do this for me. New York is the best place for me to make everyone happy. It's for my family whether it be supporting them or giving my mom a chance to see her dream that she didn't get to pursue or for my dad to get the chance to be proud of me. All of this goes so far beyond me! It's not that I don't want to leave! I can't!"

Luca didn't reply.

"I... I look at my parents and all I can think of is how disappointed they'd be if I didn't keep going, keep pushing myself."

"I'm... I'm sorry."

I looked away before stubbornly wiping away any tears that found their way to my eyes. "I'll... I'll leave it all one day. I'll leave all of it behind and find something that doesn't terrify me as much, but I just... I can't yet. I can't."

"I shouldn't have pushed so hard," he replied. "I... I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," I mumbled, running my hands over my face. "Can we just... Can we focus on literally anything else?"

He nodded, going to step around the counter again. "I've thought about you a lot over the last few years."

"Really," I asked.

"Yeah. I... I always felt... wrong for leaving the way that I did. I felt like I had abandoned you."

"If it helps, I never thought that. I just hoped that you were happy."

He offered a grin in response.

He started working again.

As silence surrounded us, the air seemed to shift. The weight wasn't gone. I don't think it ever would be. But it was lighter. As if I wasn't holding it on my own anymore.

And maybe that extra pair of hands was all I needed for now.

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[bbygirl-aemond]

Hi hi! (Before I begin I wanted to say I really love Stormbreak <3 Your writing is so powerful!) I have read your reply for anon on why you are a Book!Alicent apologist - as a book reader I'm not fond of her but I do concede to some of your points. However, wondering how you find Book!Aegon or Aemond? Aegon didn't rape, which is a good thing, but he also fed his sister alive to his dragon. And Aemond chose to pursue and kill Lucerys out of his free will (and not because he can't control Vhagar)

oh yeah i very much have thoughts about book aemond and aegon! let me say a few things here:

for aegon, there are still some allegations of him touching young girls inappropriately, though it's ofc always hard to tell with f&b what is meant to count as the accurate version, but i don't wanna ignore that since a commenter pointed it out.

as far as him feeding rhaenyra to his dragon, think of it this way: by this point in time, rhaenyra has had his six-year-old son slaughtered, has driven his wife insane to the point of suicide, was the reason his brother (aemond) was killed, and STILL poses a threat to his remaining family's lives. i would've fed her to sunfyre too at this point. if the roles were reversed, rhaenyra would have also done the same, and i would've also defended it.

i think aegon's willingness to keep aegon the younger alive and even to install him as his heir points to how willing he was to let bygones be bygones at the end of it all. he didn't want to punish baby aegon for who his mother was, and i think that's fairly honorable.

there's also the fact that the iron throne never cut aegon, which i think is so interesting. grrm makes a point of showing how when people are bad leaders (think viserys, think maegor towards the end of his life, and think rhaenyra towards the end of her life) the throne will reject them by cutting them. as a side note, i think rhaenyra would've been fine if she hadn't been so traumatized and twisted by the dance, i don't think she's inherently a bad ruler.

as for aemond, the book actually leaves it up to interpretation! as the accounts point out: no one knows exactly what happened up there. we know that both dragons took flight, and only vhagar and aemond returned, and that he did have lucerys's eyes. even the details we have, remember, can't be taken as actual fact, since the entire point of f&b is that history remembers things incorrectly. but still if you take them at face value, we don't know what actually happened up there, which is part of why the show didn't actually contradict the book with the season one finale. it simply added details the book did not show.

of course i'll always be the first to admit that i have a habit of trying to view characters from both sides in better lights than they are possibly meant to be perceived. but i still hold myself to using critical thinking and crafting actual, defensible arguments. i think part of why the unreliability of f&b is so interesting to me is because in many ways it doesn't rule out the possibilities of characters being actually not that evil, even while trying to make you think they are 100% evil (again this is true for members of team black as well imo and especially the women, not just for aegon and aemond). it has very clear agendas but doesn't always have evidence to back them up.

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Night 15: Under Lock And Key

''Now we all know how this will end, a minute late got you coming back again. There's secrets in these halls and mysteries that can't be solved. Final bow or final stand? Another encore is always in demand. This never ending game, you took the bait, now you got played. Now we all can't find a way to play this game. Is it all the same?''

– Count The Teeth by NateWantsToBattle (Five Nights at Freddy's: Help Wanted)

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''Hopefully nothing goes wrong this time,'' Sam said as she looked at the map of Ricky's that she printed out.

''I can already imagine what will go wrong,'' Springtrap replied, a little cynical. However, he was just as eager to find out what was in the hidden room as Sam was.

So far, they had agreed that they would visit the location once again after hours, figure out the animatronics' pattern and try to sneak past them into the room behind the stage. They both hoped that the animatronics wouldn't go there, even though Springtrap noted that the animatronics were changing their pattern according to what was going on at the moment.

''They will go after you and I believe that they might also go after me, if not even try and attack me. Still, I'll be in less danger than you,'' Springtrap said. Sam nodded, looking quite determined. She had already texted her mother that they would be at Ricky's, and Emma just replied for Sam to be careful and to not get injured again.

''I know that the last time we split up didn't end well, but the problem was that we didn't know anything about the animatronics' behavior. If I could get somehow into the security guard's office, I could keep an eye on them until we figure out how to get past them or shut them down,'' Sam said. ''I doubt that they'll be able to enter locked rooms.''

''I suppose you're right,'' Springtrap said, looking at the map that was on the table. ''It would've been much easier if they had a set pattern. I do wonder why they're avoiding the room behind the stage.''

''Maybe it's because the room isn't in their internal map, just like the situation with Freddy and the rest of the animatronics,'' Sam suggested.

''It is possible, but I'd like to know why they would be programmed to act that way,'' Springtrap said, glancing at the hallway behind them that led to the hidden safe room. ''We had a good reason to keep that room hidden, due to the spring lock accidents that would occur. I'd like to know Ricky's excuse for that.''

''I guess we won't know until we go there,'' Sam said, folding up the map and placing it into her bag.

''Honestly, I'd gladly take them apart, just to analyse their programming,'' Springtrap said, glancing at the stage. The two were at Freddy's, with the location still being unlocked and empty. ''I admit, I miss my old workshop.''

''You mean the one where you used to create killing machines?'' Sam asked dryly, with Springtrap wincing, giving her a nervous glance. ''I think you'll get your chance to tear apart the animatronics at Ricky's, but for now, we need to find our way into that hidden room. Something is inside it, and I am worried that someone might've taken it out since the last time we've been there.''

''If we're lucky, they haven't done that yet. I do believe that there is a switch that opens it, or at least some way to get inside. I know we couldn't find it the last time, but we were in a hurry,'' Springtrap said.

''Have we even checked behind the mirror?'' Sam asked, with Springtrap shaking his head. She then started pacing in front of the stage. ''I don't think many people would know about this hidden room, except for the most frequent users.'' She looked back at the bunny animatronic. ''What worries me is that Ricky's might've gotten a new security guard.''

''That's why I'm going inside first,'' Springtrap said. ''If there isn't anyone, we can proceed with our plan. We go in, see what's there and get out. It shouldn't be that hard.''

''Yeah, and after that, we need to figure out a plan for the Machinations Factory,'' Sam said. ''We're less familiar with it, but I think we can manage it. I'm confident that things will turn out well.''

''I hope you're right. We still need to find out who exactly is responsible for this. I am aware that the culprit might be Ricky's actor due to his access to the room behind the stage and the room with the costumes, but we have no idea who he is or what he wants,'' Springtrap said, his arms crossed. ''I'm curious about his connection with the animatronics. If he was the person we saw at the Machinations Factory, he might've been some kind of engineer, worked there or at least knew how to handle the animatronics.''

''You seem to be quite eager to find out more about those animatronics,'' Sam commented.

''Urban exploration is your thing, animatronics are mine,'' Springtrap replied. ''Although, combining both makes things a lot more interesting.''

''True,'' Sam said, then looked around. ''Honestly, I am curious what this place will look like once it opens up.''

''Probably less empty than it is now,'' Springtrap said sarcastically. Sam snorted, giving him an amused look.

The two then separated, walking around and looking at the place. They still had time until Ricky's would close, so waiting at Freddy's was their best option. While Sam wandered into the security guard's office, Springtrap entered what seemed to be some kind of storage room. There were dusty boxes inside it, and he decided to open one out of pure curiosity. It just contained party items and decorations. He guessed that the spare parts for the animatronics would arrive once whatever issue they had with the animatronics themselves was sorted out.

As he put the box back to its place, he heard a distinct metallic sound and looked down. His eyes, which were their usual silver and green, started glowing as he picked the object up. It was a pair of keys. He frowned.

''Just how incompetent can they be?'' he muttered. He walked out, encountering Sam, who seemed to be searching for him. ''I think I just found the reason why this place is unlocked.''

''They lost their keys?'' Sam rose an eyebrow, taking the keys from Springtrap. ''If they couldn't find them and knew that someone was killed, why didn't they take more security measures?''

''Search me,'' Springtrap said, shrugging. ''However, if that's what the new management is like, I can already see another catastrophe coming.''

''Do you want to say that you'd be better at managing this location?'' Sam asked, giving him a curious look.

''Sam, I've been a manager and CEO for a good part of my life,'' Springtrap replied. ''I know that I would do a better job than whoever was payed to take over this location.'' He then noticed Sam's smug expression and sighed. ''Yes, that also means that I would make sure to not be the one who caused another accident while working as a manager.'' He then went quiet as he thought about something. ''Speaking of accidents, I'm surprised that Emma even let you go.''

''Mum trusts me a lot and is quite sure that I would make the right decisions. Yes, it's probably a little unexpected, but she always knew what she was doing. I mean, this is not that different than from what I had been doing before I met you,'' Sam said, holding up her injured arm. ''Besides, I'm fairly certain that, when she told you to keep me safe, she actually meant that you don't let me get killed in some way. She already knows that, one way or another, I get myself somehow injured while I explore places.''

''Yeah, I figured that she meant that. She only went after me because she thought I hurt you,'' Springtrap said, frowning, with a look of guilt on his expression. ''Even if I didn't, I did prove that I'm a danger to you.''

He was a little confused when Sam gave him an irritated look.

''Springtrap, I know that you were suffering from a hallucination and that you weren't even aware of what you were doing. I know that you didn't want to hurt me,'' she said. ''If that weren't the case, what do you think why I would've gone after you?''

''Still, you shouldn't have…'' Springtrap looked in surprise at her as she cut him off.

''William, I am not giving up on you!'' Sam yelled at him. ''Seriously, I would've never forgiven you if had decided to refuse my help and just left.''

''Sam…'' Springtrap approached her, but she shook her head. She lowered her head, a look of guilt on her expression.

''I shouldn't have left you alone. I feel that what happened was actually my fault,'' Sam added. She was staring at the floor, wincing when she felt Springtrap placing his hand on her shoulder and looked up, noticing that he crouched down to be on her eye level.

''Sam, what happened wasn't your fault, but mine,'' Springtrap told her in a gentle tone. ''I was careless and I should've tried to fight back the hallucination instead of letting it overwhelm me. Also, I shouldn't have pushed you away.'' He sighed. ''I've been stressing over keeping you safe by trying to keep a distance and, ironically, that is what led to me accidentally hurting you. Just like…''

He closed his eyes. He had always been cold and distant towards his family, except for the rare moments when he actually acted like a loving parent. He always thought about his work, about himself, and his selfishness was what led to his family's demise.

''It was my fault,'' he whispered. ''It has always been my fault.''

He looked a little lost when Sam suddenly stepped away. She crossed her arms.

''No doubt about that,'' she said dryly, her eyes narrowed. Springtrap stood up, looking upset. ''Whom exactly have you tried to kill in your hallucination?''

''Henry,'' he muttered. ''I was at Fazbear's Fright.''

''You know, what terrified me the most wasn't the fact that you attempted to kill me, it was actually the expression you had while strangling me,'' Sam said. ''You looked so pleased, enjoying every moment of it. I can only imagine how it was for your former victims.''

Springtrap looked shocked. He stepped away from her, remembering her horror-stricken expression. The look of fear she had still haunted him.

''Of course, that bloodlust will be always a part of you. It seems like it's something you cannot escape,'' Sam added, stepping towards him. Springtrap gave her an unnerved look, then sighed.

''What should I do?'' he muttered, leaning against the wall.

''I think that's something you need to decide. I have already told you that I'm not giving up on you and that you shouldn't either,'' Sam told him in a confident tone.

''Thanks for the encouragement,'' Springtrap told her. ''Looks like you're the only person who believes there is still a shred of humanity left in me.''

''If there weren't, I would've been dead by now,'' Sam told him, now in a more serious tone. ''I guess its hard to accept that some kind of change is possible, especially when everyone else tells you that it will never happen.''

''I guess that, instead of stressing over my past, I should finally start proving that I'm not the same person that I was before,'' Springtrap told her, only to be surprised when she shook her head.

''You don't need to prove me anything. I already know that,'' Sam replied. ''If you want to prove anything to anyone, it should be to yourself.''

''I suppose you're right,'' Springtrap said, aware that he was fighting a losing battle. He knew that he wouldn't be able to persuade Sam to change her mind, and honestly, he didn't want to do that. ''Still, why are you so insistent on not giving up on me when everyone else did?''

''That's because I know how it feels when you have no one to support you,'' Sam said, her expression darkening. ''Even though I knew that Mum would help me out, I felt that, when I was at my lowest point in my life, that I should just give up on myself, keep my head down and just let people walk over me. I felt helpless, like I wouldn't be able to change anything about my situation. It took me a while to realize that I just couldn't do that to myself, but by then, it was already too late and my confidence had already been shattered.''

Springtrap felt bad for her. He understood that she felt truly alone as she tried to deal with the fact that she felt on her own skin just how awful people could be. Still, she somehow managed to fight back and try to find a way out of this mess. It wasn't much, but it seemed that she was satisfied with what she had achieved.

''When I saw you the last night on the stairs, I also remembered how I felt during that time,'' Sam said, a determined look on her expression. ''I had given up on myself and it was a horrible. I didn't want to let you experience the same.''

''Sam, I'm thankful for your support, but you shouldn't really bother so much…'' Springtrap trailed off when he saw Sam glaring at him. He sighed. ''I suppose that I cannot win this argument, right?''

''Exactly,'' Sam said in a satisfied tone. Springtrap then crouched down to be at her eye level.

''Okay, then,'' he said. ''I promise I won't give up on myself and try my best to make a change. Also, I'll let you help me as much as possible, and if there's an issue, we'll talk it out.''

''That's what I wanted to hear,'' Sam said, stepping towards him. Springtrap expected her to try to boop his nose, just to try to mess with him a little. Instead, he got almost knocked over when she hugged him. He was a little shocked, glancing at Sam in confusion as she buried her head into his chest. Honestly, he had no idea how to react to this.

However, he was glad to see her smiling when she stepped back. It felt really good to see that he managed to achieve at least what he wanted all along.

''Now that we both got that off our chests, we should focus on our upcoming task,'' he told her. Sam nodded, looking forward to it.

xXx

''Hi, Connor!'' Bella said, greeting the man inside the room. ''I guess I finally managed to find my way around the building.''

Connor nodded. He was back in his regular blue uniform, having set up Ricky to perform on the stage while he was on break.

''Hasn't your shift ended?'' he asked her.

''It did, but I'm still waiting for my roommate to pick me up,'' she replied. ''She still had something to do, but she said that she would arrive here soon.''

''I see,'' Connor muttered. ''What about your parents or your partner? Can't they pick you up from work?''

''My parents don't live here and I don't have a boyfriend,'' Bella admitted. ''It is a little annoying, but I'm managing it. Besides, I figured I needed to try and live on my own. You know, be independent.''

''I wish you luck with that,'' Connor told her.

''I heard that you'd be closing the building again,'' Bella said, with Connor shrugging. Her eyes narrowed. ''I heard that our night guard had been missing for a week. Another co-worker told me that the management gave him a call and told him that he was fired for not showing up at work. He never called back.''

''Really?'' Connor said, giving her a curious look. ''I wonder what happened.''

''Me too,'' Bella said. ''Anyways, I'm not sure whether they'll be hiring a new night guard or let someone from the closing shift do that job as some sort of 'promotion'.''

''Well, I've been here since the opening and the management likes to keep things such as 'lazy employees' private,'' Connor replied. ''I assume they'll indeed leave that routine to someone more experienced.''

''So, do you plan to get promoted to a night guard?'' Bella asked. Connor shook his head, chuckling.

''No, I'd rather stay in my role as Ricky,'' he said. ''Although, since I'm usually the last to leave, due to having to check on the animatronics, I might as well ask them whether they could give me that task. It wouldn't be much of a hassle for me and they won't have to spend money on someone who has no idea how things work here.''

''Ah, good luck with that, then,'' Bella said, her phone suddenly ringing as she got a message. ''That's my ride. I'll see you tomorrow then.''

Connor nodded, watching her as she left. He had to wonder what Bella's opinion on the animatronics was, whether she considered them interesting or not. After all, not everyone could appreciate them the way he did. Still, he knew that there were people who shared his ideas.

xXx

Springtrap glanced into the main area, with Quentin, Max and Ricky roaming through it. He assumed that Dahlia and Virgil were at the roaming through the rooms at the employee area and was also quite sure that Ricky's still hadn't hired a new night guard. So far, the animatronics hadn't seen him, which was a good thing. He didn't really want to check to see whether they still remembered that he wasn't part of their group. However, for this plan to work, they needed to hear him.

''Hello! Hi!''

His eyes glowed in a soft purple as he held up the dictaphone Sam had borrowed from Emma and played the recording.

''Hello!''

The animatronics had reacted, turning towards him. Their eyes were glowing as they stared at Springtrap, only to approach him. He waited for them to come closer and then quickly went towards where he assumed Dahlia and Virgil were. As he moved away from the main area, he held up the walkie-talkie.

''Your turn!''

He then quickly got into another corridor, avoiding Virgil. Dahlia was also behind him.

''HAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAHAH!''

He found it quite amusing that the animatronics were lured by the annoying recording of Balloon Boy's voice clip. It was nice to see it being used on someone else. He managed to get out of their sight and entered the costume room, listening to their steps as they passed by. Once they were gone, he quickly exited it and went back to the main area. However, he suddenly stopped when he saw Ricky at the other end of the corridor, moving away from him.

Springtrap waited a little, wondering if this was really worth the risk. It was something he wanted to get done while he still had the time and if his theory was right, there wouldn't be any problems. He frowned.

''Hey!'' he shouted, drawing Ricky's attention. The wolf animatronic's eyes glowed brightly as he looked at Springtrap. Then, he suddenly walked towards him, looking furious. Springtrap grinned, quickly making his way towards the main area.

''I'm in! Where are you?''

''I'll be there soon,'' Springtrap replied. ''Ricky's also coming.''

''Got it!''

He emerged at the main area, keeping his pace as he walked between the arcades towards the stage. He glanced back, noticing that Ricky briefly stopped, as he had lost the bunny animatronic, but quickly resumed once Springtrap drew his attention by playing BB's voice clip. Springtrap then quickly entered the room behind the stage, with Sam already waiting there for him. The two anxiously looked at the wolf animatronic, who approached them, but then stopped, as if he was standing in front of an invisible barrier.

''Just as I thought,'' Springtrap said, then reached out for the animatronic, grabbing his arms and dragged him into the room. Ricky at first snapped back at Springtrap, but the moment he entered the room, he stopped moving. His eyes were still glowing, but he stood there, completely frozen. Springtrap then pushed the wolf animatronic down and pulled out the wire that was connected to the animatronic's battery, effectively shutting him down.

''So, they really don't recognize this room,'' Sam said as she observed Springtrap examining Ricky.

''It seems so,'' Springtrap replied, briefly checking the inner wiring and the endoskeleton.

He wished he had the tools from his workshop with him, as they would help him dismantle and examine the animatronics in order to figure out how they worked, but it was obvious that that wouldn't happen. From what he had seen, the animatronic was quite generic, with additional features that made him distinct from the others, like the wolf ears and muzzle, but he had found something that caught his attention. It was a small black device connected to the animatronic's eyes and facial recognition system. Springtrap wanted to take it out and give it a closer examination, but he couldn't reach for it without damaging the surrounding wiring and parts. He frowned.

''This is strange,'' he muttered.

''What's wrong?'' Sam asked.

''I don't think this belongs to the animatronic,'' Springtrap said, pointing at the black device as he lifted the wiring that covered it. Sam took her flashlight and pointed at it, noticing that the device looked old and had scratches on it, looking completely different from the polished surfaces of the surrounding parts. It seemed as if someone jammed it into the animatronic.

''Can you get it out?'' Sam asked.

''No, at least not without damaging the animatronic,'' Springtrap said, putting the wires back. ''Even if I could, I don't have the necessary tools that would help me figure out what this device does.'' He stood up, feeling a little disappointed. ''Of course, I might be wrong and this was a part that simply got damaged.''

''However, you feel that this isn't right,'' Sam said, with Springtrap nodding. The two heard steps, with another animatronic getting into the room. They noticed Virgil walking past the door, with Sam glancing at Springtrap, who gave her a mischievous look. She narrowed her eyes and smirked. ''Go on.''

Springtrap's eyes flared purple as he looked at Virgil. He then exited the room, luring the owl animatronic inside, with Sam stepping back as it got a little crowded. Virgil, just as Ricky, stopped moving once he was inside the room. As Sam observed Springtrap turning the animatronic off and examining him, she got reminded of an image of a child playing with his newest toy. She grinned, stepping closer once Springtrap removed Virgil's mask to see whether he also had the same device as Ricky did. To their surprise, he didn't.

''I guess I was right about the device,'' Springtrap said, placing Virgil's mask back and dragging the animatronic outside the room. ''Although, maybe I should also examine Max, Dahlia and Quentin.''

''It wouldn't be a bad idea, but we cannot stay here for too long,'' Sam told him. ''We still need to check the hidden room.''

''You're right,'' Springtrap said as he connected the wire back to the battery. Virgil's eyes started to glow and he flapped his wing-like arms.

''Did you know that rabbits cannot live off carrots?'' Virgil suddenly said, with Springtrap stepping away from him, a little startled. It seemed that the owl didn't register that it was after hours. ''Their teeth never stop growing, their vision covers nearly 360 degrees and they're real good jumpers. According to Guinness World Records, the highest rabbit jump reached 3.26 feet off the ground and the farthest reached nearly 10 feet. There are even rabbit jumping competitions where owners can show off their pets' agility.''

''I didn't know that. Interesting,'' Springtrap said, tilting his head as Virgil walked away. He turned back to Sam, who looked quite amused.

''Let's get this over with,'' she said, pointing at the mirror, only to get startled when she heard banging. She frowned, trying to gently move away the mirror, but it was quite heavy. Springtrap stepped next to her and lifted it, with Sam finding a small panel behind it with some kind of switch. She flicked it, hearing a click sound. Springtrap lowered the mirror and the two looked at the wall as it popped open a little. The banging sounds were now louder.

As the door hadn't had a handle, Springtrap reached for the edge and opened it fully. Sam pointed her flashlight at the room, noticing that it was a little bigger than the room they were currently in, but it seemed to be empty. They glanced at each other and entered it, with Springtrap in lead, carefully looking around. It didn't take them long to spot the figure in the corner of the room, leaned against the wall. Sam pointed her flashlight at it, gasping as she and Springtrap recognized it.

It was an animatronic, about the same height as Springtrap. The suit it had was black, with artificial feathers covering the torso and arms, giving it a ruffled look. It had a grey beak and legs, with the toes being shaped like talons. It's eyes were black and it reminded Sam of some kind of large black bird.

''A crow? Or a raven?'' she muttered, glancing at Springtrap. ''I'd say that it's supposed to be a raven.''

''This is the animatronic that was decommissioned,'' he said, frowning.

''Why would they leave it here?'' Sam asked, with Springtrap stepping closer and crouching next to it.

''I don't know,'' he said, tilting his head. ''If this was Freddy's, I wouldn't have been surprised to see this guy here. After all, they hid the Spring Bonnie suit and pretended it never existed. However, this raven animatronic wasn't even part of Ricky's Wonder Shack, yet it is here.''

He then reached out for the animatronic, planning to examine it. However, before he could do that, not only did he saw static covering his vision, but there was also a weird buzzing sound that irritated his senses. He clutched his head, standing up and backing away from the raven animatronic. The static and the buzzing sound stopped.

''Spring, are you okay?'' Sam asked in a worried tone.

''Yeah, I'm fine,'' Springtrap replied, feeling a little confused. What he just felt wasn't a hallucination, but rather something different. He stared at the raven animatronic. ''Something's wrong with it.''

Suddenly, the animatronic started to trash around, opening its beak and let out a loud screech. Sam covered her ears, her head hurting from the loud sound. However, something felt wrong about it. It was mechanical, but she felt as if she heard something else. She glanced at Springtrap, who was staring at the animatronic, looking stunned. He then turned to her.

''Sam, we need to get out of this place,'' he said. ''Now!''

She nodded, quickly following him outside. She briefly glanced back at the animatronic, who was trashing again, his eyes glowing brightly. Springtrap quickly closed the door, with both of them hearing a click as it got automatically locked.

Sam looked into the main area, surprised to see it being empty. She glanced back at Springtrap, who nodded, and they quickly made their way out of the building. To their luck, they only saw Max coming towards them just as they closed the back entrance and locked it. Sam glanced at Springtrap, looking stunned.

''What was that?''

Before Springtrap could answer her, they heard a car approaching the building and quickly hid in the alley. They saw the car stopping at the parking lot, with a man in his mid-20s exiting it. Sam noticed that he had brown hair and wore a blue shirt, which was the uniform of the employees who worked at Ricky's Wonder Shack. Sam then felt a tug on her shoulder and turned to Springtrap.

''We need to leave,'' he whispered. She nodded and quickly followed him.

xXx

Connor entered the building through the back door, noticing Max in the hallway suddenly turning towards him. He smirked, taking out a small black remote-like device and pushed the button on it. The cat animatronic suddenly stopped, staring at him as the man walked past, looking completely unperturbed by the animatronic's strange reaction.

''I'll deal with you and your friends later,'' Connor muttered under his breath, briefly glancing at Max.

He then entered the main area, walking over to the room behind the stage. Dahlia, Quentin and Virgil were also inside, but they made no move towards him. Connor looked around curiously, noticing that Ricky was missing.

''Where could he be?'' he said, only for his attention to be drawn by the open door that led to the room behind the stage. He looked inside it, seeing Ricky being leaned against the wall and turned off. He frowned, knowing well that he wasn't the one who left him like this. However, he knew that he wouldn't find out who did it either, as he was the one who kept the cameras off during the night.

Deciding to deal with this later, he stepped towards the mirror, lifting it up and turning the switch, which unlocked the hidden door. Stepping inside, he saw the raven-like animatronic trashing around, his black eyes glowing brightly as he noticed Connor.

''It's time to move away, buddy,'' Connor told the animatronic. ''I'm sorry, but I can't keep you here.''

The animatronic suddenly screeched, trashing even more when Connor approached him, but he was unable to stand up. He looked almost afraid of the man.

''I know it hurts, but I promise you, the pain will eventually stop,'' Connor said, but the animatronic didn't stop. Connor frowned, then reached over for the wire and disconnected it from the battery. The animatronic stopped trashing, but his eyes were still glowing. ''Seems like you still haven't figured out how to move properly.''

He stood up, staring at the animatronic. However, his mind was focused on that strange bunny he saw, and his glowing purple eyes. He had to wonder whether his mind was just playing a trick on him, or whether the bunny was real. If it was indeed real, then…

''Didn't Freddy's have some kind of bunny animatronic?'' he muttered, then smirked. ''Maybe I should look into it a little more.''

He needed to know. He needed to find out whether he could stand on the line between life and death.

xXx

''That was absolutely insane!'' Sam said as she and Springtrap walked back home. ''That animatronic, the Raven, he's completely different than Ricky and the others.''

''So, you're calling him The Raven?'' Springtrap asked.

''Or just Raven,'' Sam said, shrugging. ''The point is, that screech we heard; it wasn't purely mechanical. Hell, it sounded like he was in pain.''

''Not only that,'' Springtrap said, frowning. Sam looked at him with a curious look on her expression. ''When he screeched, I could swear that I saw something else. It looked like some kind of distorted face, but with its eyes gouged out. It was only brief and I doubt that it was a hallucination.''

''So, you think that Raven might be haunted?'' Sam asked. Springtrap nodded.

''However, it does feel strange. I mean, I saw other haunted animatronics, but this guy doesn't give me the same vibe,'' Springtrap explained. ''I just can't figure out why.''

''I'm sure we'll find out what exactly happened. I bet it is related to that accident that caused him to become decommissioned,'' Sam said. ''Speaking of which, who was that guy? The new night guard?''

''Actually, I saw that man before,'' Springtrap replied. ''It was during our first night there. I told you that someone lingered in the room with the costumes and I'm quite sure that it was him.''

''It could be possible that he's Ricky's actor,'' Sam said. ''If that's true, than he may have come tonight to check on the animatronics, specifically, on Raven.''

''He'll know that we were there,'' Springtrap said, with a look of guilt on his expression. ''I forgot to activate Ricky when we left.''

''It doesn't matter anymore. We have the information we need,'' Sam said. ''Now we need to find out what was that accident that caused Raven to be decommissioned and for that, we need to go to the Machinations Factory.''

''Right,'' Springtrap nodded. He was already looking forward to it, although, there was still something else on his mind, something that bothered him. If he's trying to create haunted animatronics, he doesn't seem to be really good at it. If he's aware of that, he probably won't stop until he's satisfied. After all, he doesn't have the knowledge that I have.

Springtrap turned to Sam, with a determined look on his expression.

''Rest assured, I won't let anyone copy what I had achieved,'' he said, with Sam nodding. ''Those haunted animatronics – they're my legacy.''

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[dev-nxbody-h3re]

i come for more *ominous music*

Micheal? how did you meet every one of the tormentors and what are your thoughts one them?

that is all i asked for *Ascends*

(in case you didn't know, i actually made a video on this exact scenario on my youtube channel :D i haven't uploaded in a bit but i SWEAR im still doing stuff T-T)

Michael: Well, that's actually a bit of a funny story.. it was in 6th.. no, it was 7th grade, so we were about 12 I think. I tried skipping lunch because I thought the school rules were dogshit and I was some kind of pre-bad boy even before I hit highschool. But the hall monitor told me to get the fuck back in there or she'd give me detention- which was bullshit, but whatever.

So I go back into the cafeteria and there's only one table open. I'm thinking, oh fucking great, there's Assholes 1, 2, and 3, I'm gonna be stuck here for the next half-hour. I gotta tell you though, they were the cutest kids. I had a distinctly British, swagless demeanor at the time so I looked constantly dead inside- more than I ended up actually being later. But I digress, I should continue the story. So I'm being mopey and emo about it because I'm 12 and that's the most important thing I have to deal with.

I look away for one moment and these motherfuckers have me surrounded. They've been trying to force me to be their friend for a bit now, and they're about to annoy me into accepting their friendship. Eventually I decide that I'm fighting a losing battle and accept their offer of friendship, thinking that I'll just be their friend for one lunch period and that'll be that.

Yeah.. we ended up being friends for the rest of our lives. And then after, too. Granted, there was like forty years between them dying and then coming back but like, I think it still counts.

My opinion of them? God, you'll be lucky if this response doesn't take up your entire screen. Sorry but- well, I'm not really sorry, because 1, I like talking about my friends, and 2, you actually asked for this. Congratulations, you're getting exactly what you asked for! Yay!

Let's start with James. Now look, okay, I can admit this is going to be ridiculously sappy, so why don't we just pretend that I'm actually saying something deep, and.. and enlightening, or something. Just between us. Okay. Honestly, James is literally just the best. He's always been there for me even when I haven't asked, just- God, I love him so much. There's so much I want to talk about but this would actually be enormous- I don't think either of us really thought this through. Whatever. He's amazing, and funny, and pretty, and I'm very in love with him, 10/10 friend and boyfriend, would recommend. Except I wouldn't, because he's not up for grabs.

Moving on to Matthew.. where do I even start? Let's just get one thing out of the way, he's so cool. Like, if Jeremy is cool in a cool way, Matthew is cool in a loser way. He's just.. a guy. In my house! Sometimes I'll wake up and be sad like usual and then I see Matthew and I'm like "Oh!! A guy!! A funky dude!!" and then everything's good again. Very huggable, my best loser, 10/10 friend, love him very much. I would throw myself into a volcano for him.

And finally, Taylor. God, they're gorgeous. Obviously that's not all, but. Fuck. Taylor is literally the only one of us who has any sort of fashion sense at all, it's insane. Taylor's also smart as fuck, even if they don't think so. They're so insecure about themself I just kinda wanna squeeze them and shake them around a bit until they finally get it inside their head that they're so perfect. Taylor is absolutely the most perfect human on planet Earth and they live with me! I've never been luckier in my life! So incredibly cool in the least straight way possible, I love them more than life itself, 10/10 human ever.

There's your answer. This got a bit out of my control, but in my defense this is what you asked for. I could've gone into so much detail your head would've exploded, but I didn't. And thank god you didn't ask about Jeremy, or Evan, or Elizabeth, or literally anybody else because I have so much to say about them this response would've been so fucking long.

Bye.

[lunaprincipessa]

ENTRY 127

March 16th, 2020

Seems like it happened so fast. I don't remember hearing anything about COVID-19 in January or February. Not that there wasn't talks about it, but I wasn't paying attention to the news. In January, I was celebrating my son's birthday for the entire month as I always do. In February, I was pounding the pavement looking for a new job. Then, March hits.

Suddenly, there are non-stop conversations and news reports on a deadly, air-born virus that invades the lungs, but seemingly that's all we knew. Maybe the lack of information was what possibly fueled the whole toilet paper thing...? To this day, I still don't get it. A virus that invades the lungs, so let's all battle it out for toilet paper. Who knows.

I think when it comes down to it, we were all confused and scared. How do we stop all of the death? How do we help healthcare workers? How do we avoid getting it and spreading it? Then, there was the other end of the spectrum. Away from all the fear and confusion was anger and disbelief from all the politicians making a fucking virus political. I would've preferred to only hear from scientists and doctors.

People were fighting with each other, buying up every bit of supplies at the stores, and places were temporarily closing down. I admit, I was taking my time looking for work in February because I had a little nest egg to live on and I was enjoying the rest and the extra time with my son. Had I known a virus was coming and was gonna close everything down causing us to eat through our savings, I would've looked way more diligently.

Fast forward, my family and I are sheltered in place. I remember sitting on the porch on that first day, randomly listening to the instrumental music from the show Carnivale, trying to process what was happening and trying to figure out what all of this meant.

At this point, I am the only one leaving the house for supplies, wearing masks out of bandanas and rubber bands while waiting for the ones I ordered on Amazon to get delivered. lol Must've looked fashionable! 😆

I don't know what else to say from here other than there's been a lot of adapting to life with both the pre- and post-pandemic timelines. It was an interesting process though because in being sheltered in place, it caused me to take a good long look at myself and at my life. I began to realize a lot which helped with self-care and inner work to heal and make improvements.

That's all I can really say at the moment. I'm sure there's more conversation to be had about the entire experience but that's pretty much the jist of it. Right now, I'm at work watching business gradually dwindle, making it more clear why the owner may close this place down. My thoughts are consumed with hopelessness and sadness because I really love this place and worked hard to help clean it up and save it. Breaks my heart. It really does.

I still wanted to blog about 2020 though. I marked it on my calendar so I'd remember it. I don't really know why but it's a simple request of my past self that I'm willing to honor. Perhaps to remind me to make more time for healing and make every day count. I'll conclude with the quote I kept up on my wall during the pandemic.

"If during this down time you accomplish nothing, then you never lacked time, only self-discipline."

More thoughts later.

[holdmytesseract]

Baby Fever

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: Thor and Jane had just became parents of a sweet baby girl. Therefore that you love babies, you drag your husband along to visit your niece, but Loki isn't nowhere near excited as you are. Or is he?

Warnings: Fluff! So much fluff! And a bit suggestive smut.

Word Count: 3,1k

a/n: I am SO sorry... I just couldn't help myself... It was too cute to resist...

Tagging @lokisgoodgirl in this one! ;)

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Find the second part of this here! :)

"Please, Lokes, pleaseee!" I looked at my husband with puppy eyes, who sat in his reading chair, nose buried in a book. It looked like it was Norwegian or Asgardian, but I couldn't really tell. My words attracted his attention, making him look up from his book; blue eyes meeting mine. "Please?" I tried again in a small voice, fluttering my eyelashes. "You really want to do this, don't you?" I nodded quickly. "Uh.Huh." He took a deep breath, was visibly not entirely convinced - yet. Okay, I thought. Time to bring the big guns in. Time for Plan B - or was it C already? I quickly snatched the book out of Loki's hands and laid it on the small table behind me. "Darling, what-" He cut off his own sentence when I climbed on his lap as seductively as possible and wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers buried in his dark curls. "Please..." I pouted and tried the puppy eyes again. This tactic usually always worked... Loki rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine." Gotcha. "Yay!" I smiled brightly and placed a quick, sloppy kiss on his lips, before I stood up giggling. "I'll call Jane! And then we go, yes?" The God nodded, certainly not amused. "Yes." "Perfect." I rushed over to him to place a soft kiss on his cheek, before I went to make a phone call.

Thor and Jane had just become parents a few weeks ago, of a super cute baby girl, called Eisa. I fell already in love with my niece after the first picture Jane had sent, and now I desperately wanted to see her in person. Loki, unfortunately didn't share my enthusiasm for this all. Sure, he was happy for his brother and Jane, but... Nothing more, nothing less. He had admitted that he finds Eisa cute, but didn't breathe the wish to see her - unlike me. So, I tried to persuade him in the last few days to accompany me - successfully. Sure, I could've gone alone, but that would've been quite odd. An uncle who didn't want to get to know her niece? No. Luckily, I could convince him.

After everything was settled with Jane and Thor, I dragged Loki along to the car. Over the whole car ride, he wasn't in the best mood, always on the verge of sulking. "Lokes... Babe..." I placed my hand on his thigh, as we stood at a traffic light, having a moment to directly speak to him. "I know you are not the biggest fan of kids or babies, but... We are talking about your niece..." My husband sighed. "I know, darling, I know... It's just... Me and babies... It never worked before. I-I don't know how to..." He said, trailing off. "I know, Lokes... But I am sure you can do this. You are going to love her." I squeezed his thigh and gave him a sympathetic smile, before I had to focus back on the road.

About twenty minutes later, we reached the house of Thor, Jane and their newest family member. I parked the car and got out; Loki doing the same. After quickly locking and rounding the vehicle, I joined Loki, took his hand immediately in mine again and intertwined our fingers. Together we walked hand in hand to the main door. "Put on a smile for me, babe?" I gently nudged his side, giving him a smile. "Can I have a kiss in return?" He asked, smirking. I squinted my eyes, "Cheeky." but couldn't stay serious for even a second. A giggle left my lips, before I stood on my tiptoes, kissing him. No second later got the door opened by my brother-in-law, the biggest smile on his face I had ever seen. "Brother! Y/N! Come in, come in!" He quickly ushered us inside the house. Once the door was closed shut, I went immediately to hug Thor. "Congrats, again. I am really happy for you two." The big man hugged me back, of course, still smiling broadly. "Thank you." I squeezed him, then let go of Thor again. As for Loki, he just kind of awkwardly patted his brother's shoulder. "Uh, from me, uh.. too." Thor didn't mind at all that his brother acted quite awkwardly. He just pulled him in a hug as well. "Thank you so much, brother." Loki didn't expect that at all. He threw me a helpless and shocked gaze, but I just shrugged my shoulders and giggled. Loki may have acted awkward in that situation - or well in general, when it came down to his brother, but deep down he loved Thor with all his heart. I knew it. Thor knew it. And Loki knew it as well. He would just never admit it.

After Thor let go of Loki again and we had taken off our shoes, the God led us towards the living room. "Let's go, see the actual reason why you're here." He said, chuckling quietly. As we entered said room, my eyes landed immediately on Jane, who sat on the sofa with a small, pink, wrapped up bundle in her arms. Jane smiled brightly, when she saw us. "Heeey!" She whispered and waved at us. I reciprocated the smile on an instant and tiptoed as fast as possible over to her, hugging her halfway. "Hiiii!" I whispered back. "Congrats again. I am so happy for you and Thor." "Thank you."  After hugging Jane once again, my gaze landed immediately on the three-week-old baby girl in her mother's arms. That was the moment, when I fell even more in love. Eisa had her eyes closed, was deeply asleep. She had a small hand wrapped around Jane's finger, holding on for dear life. Her cheeks were chubby, but utterly sweet. Soft coos were leaving her tiny, pouty lips now and then. On her head was a tuft of blonde hair. She was cute as a button. "Aww..." I squeaked quietly. I tried desperately to contain myself, but that wasn't easy. It felt like my heart was full with rainbows and about to burst. "Loki, come here, have a look. Meet your niece." I said, looking back at my husband and signalled him to come closer. While I sat down beside Jane and Thor, Loki took hesitant steps closer. "She won't bite, I promise." I giggled softly, teasing him a bit in the hopes that this would loosen him up. As he was within reach, I grabbed once again his hand and pulled him gently closer. Loki gave Jane a nod, before he looked as well down at his niece. His eyes scanned the small face and body. "So?" I asked him, squeezing his hand. Loki nodded awkwardly, then sat down beside me. "Yes, she, uh, she is really cute." I saw how much Loki was struggling, but I also saw that he really tried. Thor and Jane exchanged a smile. "Would you like to hold her Y/N? Or you, Loki?" Jane asked, still in a hushed tone. I started to nod quickly. "Oh yes, please, please!" I was beyond excited about this. Jane smiled and moved Eisa slowly over into my arms. "I bet you know how to hold a baby?" "Yep, isn't the first," I said, looking at the brown-haired woman. "And hopefully not the last." She winked at me, making me blush slightly. I knew of course what she meant… I cradled my niece carefully in my arms, making sure to steady her small head. It was an amazing feeling to hold such a small, innocent life in my arms and once again, I fell even deeper in love with her. I just wasn't able to tear my eyes off of her... "Babe, look at those tiny fingers." I cooed and stroked with my pointer finger gently over Eisa's small hand. "And that snub nose." I booped her on the nose as softly as possible, to not wake her. And that was just the beginning... I spent minutes and minutes with just gushing over my niece…

"Guys, really... She is the cutest thing I have ever seen." I stated, looking at Thor and Jane. The two of them just smiled and agreed wholeheartedly with me. Loki on the other hand stayed utterly quiet. He acted very reticent and shy the whole time - what I could totally understand. I was already proud of him that he accompanied me to visit the little family. To that point in time, I had absolutely no clue what was about to happen. To be honest, nobody had expected this to happen. Absolutely nobody...

After half an hour or so, Thor excused himself. Therefore, that he was on laundry duty, he had to go - what was completely fine by us, of course. Then Jane excused herself as well. She had to pay the bathroom a visit, so it was Loki, Eisa and me left. Even if only for a short amount of time. "Lokes, my arms are getting a bit tired... Would you like to hold her a bit?" Loki's eyes widened. "I-I don't know, darling." "Why not? She isn't that heavy." "That's not what I meant... I-I don't know how to do that." He exclaimed, almost a bit panicky. "I never held a baby before. What if I can't do it? What if I hurt her or-" I understood Loki. I really did. But I also thought, that he would never bite the bullet on his free will, so I decided to give him a push. Without even letting him finish his sentence or saying a single word, I placed Eisa in his arms. "Love, what are you doing? I-I just told you that I don't know how to do this!" I smiled up at Loki. "But you're doing it, babe. Look." His eyes fell down in his arms, where the small girl laid, safe and sound. "Just make sure to support her head, when you shift her." Loki looked from his niece to me and back, seemingly speechless. "You're holding your niece, Lokes. And you're doing great." I smiled again and kissed his cheek. "This is, uh, this is..." "Amazing, right?" He blinked and halfway nodded. "Somehow, yes." But then, barely a minute after Eisa was in her uncle's arms, she started to get fussy, causing Loki to slightly panic again. "Oh no... W-What am I doing now, Y/N?" "Rock her a bit, but gently." He did what I said, rocked her gently. "Like that?" "Yes." I tried to soothe Eisa as well, but it didn't quite help. We both weren't really successful. To our luck rounded Eisa's mother shortly after the corner. "Jane, she's getting a bit fussy." I told her immediately, but she obviously needed a moment to grasp what she saw... Loki, God of Mischief, Son of Odin, the Trickster, mister 'I-can't-handle-babies', was holding her daughter in his arms. She blinked. "I, uh, I think she's hungry. It's been already almost two hours since the last time she ate. I'll prepare a bottle real quick." With that Jane vanished again. Her daughter started to get really fussy in the meantime. The baby girl had her eyes still closed shut - until now, but she was whimpering and whining continuously. But then her small eyes suddenly flew open, revealing a pair of stunning blue eyes meeting Loki's. Eisa instantly stopped her fussing for a moment, seemingly too surprised by the strange face hovering above her. The two of them stared at each other - and it almost was like the world had stopped around them. Just that one precious moment seemed to have triggered something in Loki. I really didn't know what it was, but suddenly there was a whole new version of the man I married sitting beside me. As soon as Eisa started to whine again and tears begun to form in her big blue eyes, Loki jumped immediately into action and tried to soothe her. "Hush, baby girl, it's alright. Don't cry." He once again started to rock her and stroked with his thumb ever so gently over her small, chubby cheek. I stared at my husband with an opened mouth, couldn't believe my eyes. What was that? What on earth had just happened? I couldn't think further about it, because Jane came back with a bottle in her hands. "Shall I take her and feed her or would one of you like to try and feed her?" She asked, looking from Loki towards me. "May I try to feed her?" Asked the God, surprising me and Jane. "Uhm, of course, sure. Here." Jane handed Loki the bottle. "Do you know how to-" The brown-haired woman cut off her own sentence, when she saw how Loki managed to feed Eisa perfectly. Gently, he brushed the tip of the bottle over the baby's lips, causing her to take the rubber tip into her mouth and starting to latch on it immediately.

After he was finished with feeding her, he kept on holding her against his chest, rocking her from time to time and softly spoke to her. Hence, he even carried her around. He acted like she was his daughter! On one hand, this made me absolutely giddy inside. I couldn't deny, that the sight of Loki interacting with a baby melted my heart completely. Within seconds, I was a puddle on the floor. My ovaries literally screamed at me - something about men and babies, but on the other hand... There stood suddenly a whole new man in front of me. Who was that man and what did he do to my husband?

As Loki was carrying Eisa around, through the big living room and the adjacent kitchen, Jane and I watched him in awe. He had the sleeves of his black shirt hitched up; his suit jacket long gone. His strong arms were holding the small infant tightly and securely, as he rocked her once again, trying to get her back to sleep, all the while whispering sweet nothings to her. I didn't hear exactly what he was saying, because spoke too quiet and was too far away. I was still literally staring at him, when I felt the sofa dip right beside me. Jane had slipped closer, was now leaning towards me. "Are... Are we both dreaming or is this-" She whispered and gestured towards Loki and her child. "Actually really happening?" "Trust me, I pinched myself several times and I can certainly say that we are not dreaming this. But please don't ask me where this is coming from, 'cause I don't know..." Jane begun to smile. "Well... I think Eisa must've enchanted him..." I smiled as well. "Think so, too..." Then the brown-haired woman started to giggle quietly, nudging my side with her elbow. "And you said having babies with Loki is to 100 per cent off the table." I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, in my defence... I didn't see that coming. I didn't know that a single moment would be enough to turn the tables..." "Good point."

About an hour later, we had bid our goodbye's and were now back on the road towards our home. I didn't want to stay too long and give the little family private time. After all, was Eisa barely three weeks old, so Thor and Jane didn't quite accustom yet completely to the new situation they were in. So, I didn't want to annoy them too long.

I sat in the driver seat of the car, with Loki beside me and was still completely in shock and awe about what happened earlier. And let me tell you... I almost had to drag him away from his niece... She had her uncle entirely wrapped around her tiny fingers; literally had swept him off of his godly feet – within not even a minute…

"Y/N?" Loki suddenly spoke up. Our car ride had been very quiet so far. "Mhh?" "I want a baby." I hit the brakes immediately. What? His words hit me like a truck, caught me completely off-guard and caused my eyes to widen. "I beg you pardon... You want what?" "I want to have a baby - with you." I blinked rapidly. My brain couldn't believe what my ears just heard. "You want a baby? With me?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "No, with the sexy blonde girl from the second floor… Of course with you! I would never want a baby with a woman who isn't you! What are you thinking, darling?" I was still just staring at him. "Can we have one? Please? Just imagine how utterly sweet a mix out of me and you would look! Darling, we'd make the prettiest babies!" Loki looked at me with puppy eyes. "I-I-I..." I didn't get more words out in that moment. I was way too shocked… Suddenly his expression shifted, turned into a mischievous smirk. He took my hand in his and leaned over, getting closer towards me. "Can we make one now?" My husband said in the most seductive tone I had ever heard, before he captured my lips with his, kissing me ferociously. His hand started to wander; dangerously close to the hem of my t-shirt. Loki was on the verge of slipping his hand underneath the piece of clothing, when my brain finally caught up. I quickly ended the kiss and shoved his hand away. "Woah there! Hang on for a second and keep it in your pants!" Loki pouted. "But why, darling?" "Because two hours ago you didn't even want to meet your niece – who is a baby, and now you're asking me to have one with you?! Right now?!" He sighed. "Yes, I know, love, but... I don't know… When Eisa looked at me with those big, blue eyes, it was like... a magic moment." My gaze softened. "And that's wonderful, Lokes, it really is, but... Having a baby is a serious topic. You don't just rush into this, you know? A child is a life changing thing. You have to be clear about this and be sure that you really want it." Once again, those puppy eyes. "But... I am sure, love. I really want this." "Okay, Lokes..." I took a deep breath. His enthusiasm scared me a bit, honestly... "Let's talk about this in peace, yes? We are going to think this through and then we talk over the weekend again, okay?" Loki nodded. "Of course, whatever you wish, my queen." I nodded as well. "Good." Then I took another breath, before I set the car back into motion. I still couldn't believe that I just had this conversation with Loki... "But that isn't a 'no', right?" "It's not a 'no', yes..." I answered cautiously and witnessed from the corner of my eyes how he started to smile. "But it isn't a yes either!" I quickly added. Loki just continued to smile. "That's correct, but I am very certain that you do want this. You are talking more often about babies than you notice, darling." I frowned. "Do I?" "Mhm." "Well... Like I said, we'll see..."

a/n: This could be a two-parter, couldn't it?

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Blurred Lines: Part 8

Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x Female Reader

Genre: Acquaintances to Lovers AU, Roommate AU, Fuckboy AU

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: language, female masturbation at the very end (an * will be at the start of the paragraph for anyone who doesn't want to read it)

Previous Chapter

When Sophia shows up at your apartment a couple of days later, she makes it very clear that the two of you are going to spend the day shopping together. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. She grabs your purse by the front door, throws a very quick "hi" and "bye" to an amused Sunwoo on the couch, and barely lets you put your shoes on before she's pulling you out the door.

You trip over your own feet as she drags you to her vehicle and grab onto her arm to keep yourself from face planting into the dirt. "Jesus, Soph, what's the rush?"

She slows down when she sees that you can barely keep up with her and turns to you. "Apparently, I've had to take drastic actions because you've decided to ditch me for your new roommate."

"I have not ditched you," you immediately argue as you come to a stop outside of her car. "There's just a lot going on."

She raises her brows as she waits for you to elaborate, and you sigh.

"Where do I even start? Minjee being a bitch from hell, the fact that I might have a developing crush on Sunwoo, or Jay randomly showing up a few days ago and bursting into my apartment?"

Sophia throws her hands up in a wait gesture and shakes her head with furrowed brows. She opens her mouth to say something before she closes it and shakes her head again. You know you threw a lot at her at once and it's gonna take a minute for her to process it all.

She blinks at the ground for a moment before she points to her car. "In."

Without another word, you both climb into the vehicle. You silently wait for her to say something, examining her face while you wait and noting the disbelief and anger mixing on it. A moment later, she turns to you with narrowed eyes.

"You're just now telling me all of this?"

Leaning back into the seat, you stare out the front window. Any other time, you would've told Sophia everything the minute it happened, but these instances were slightly different. Minjee's always a bitch, so that's nothing new, and when it comes to your possible crush… well, you're just now admitting to yourself that it's even there. You haven't given yourself the chance to think about it or process it. Then, when it comes to Jay… you have Sunwoo. You've been talking about it all with him.

"It's been a long week," you finally answer.

"Should I wait to drive until after you tell me about Jay? I really don't want to total my car."

You let out a soft laugh before you tell her everything that went down the day Jay showed up at your house. Her eyes grow angrier and wider the longer you speak. You watch as your dear, sweet Sophia turns into the human equivalent of a hellhound in the driver’s seat. It's a good thing she waited to drive because she is a ball of anger nearly ready to explode.

"I'll kill him."

"You haven't even heard the entire story yet."

"There's more?" She asks incredulously.

Nodding, you say, "Sunwoo punched him in the face."

Her entire body comes off the seat as she looks at you with wide eyes. Her voice rises a couple of levels as she loudly asks, "He did what?!"

All you do is nod, and she slowly turns to face the steering wheel again, sinking into her seat as she whispers, "This is insane."

"Don't I know it."

She's quiet for a little bit before she turns to face you, eyes still wide as before. "Sunwoo punched him?" Nod. "In the face?" You tap your nose in response, and she goes. "Eric's gonna lose his shit."

Another thought hits her a moment later, and she side-eyes you. "Sunwoo defended your honor, huh?"

"If that's what you want to call it. Yes."

"Uh-huh," she slowly says, a growing smirk on her face. "Is that all we're gonna call it?"

"He was just being a good friend," you nonchalantly respond.

She stares at you unamused before saying, "You do remember like five minutes ago when you admitted to having a crush on him, right?"

"I said I might be developing a crush on him."

Sophia attempts to hide her smile as she finally puts the car in reverse and pulls out of her parking spot. You know she can see right through you. She probably knows how you're feeling before you do, or maybe you're just not fully ready to accept the truth yet.

Admittedly, there are moments when you find something that Sunwoo says or does to be extremely attractive. It's obvious to you why the female and some of the male population fall all over themselves for Sunwoo. Add that to the way he willingly stepped in to help you with your ex and those stupid phone calls you're sure were from Jay, and you can see yourself falling for him. Hard. The thought scares you, but… a little less than it initially had.

"Is there something going on between the two of you?" Sophia asks after letting you stew in silence for a few minutes.

"We're just friends," you answer, but notice Sophia giving you a sly look that tells you she thinks otherwise. "Sunwoo has never shown interest in me like that, so quit."

As the words are coming out of your mouth, your mind is repeating the word "liar" over and over. His small flirty comments, his smirk when he makes you nervous, and the looks he gives you when saying something flirtatious all immediately come to the forefront of your mind, but he's like that with all the girls, isn't he? That's his method of operation. He's a fuckboy.

Or… he was a fuckboy? Your brows furrow as you try to remember the last time he brought a random girl over or the last time you overheard him and Minjee banging his headboard against the wall… It's been quite a while… You didn't think he was going to their places anymore, either, because he spent a lot of nights home now…

Could he… Your heart starts fluttering for a second, but you quickly stomp it down. No… no. You highly doubt you're the reasoning behind any of it. Maybe he's tired of that life, or maybe he hasn't found anyone interesting enough yet. Hell, maybe he's finally facing his past instead of searching for answers he'll never get.

"You're so oblivious," Sophia says, breaking through your thoughts and causing you to turn to her.

"Excuse me?"

She lifts her chin up. "You heard me. Sunwoo's never shown interest in you? Yeah, okay."

"What are you talking about?"

You raise your brows as Sophia breathes out a laugh and shakes her head. "I guess you really never did notice."

"Notice what?"

She glances at you before focusing back on the road. "The way Sunwoo watches you when you talk."

Her words catch you by surprise, and you're not entirely sure what to make of them. "What?"

She sighs. "I always thought you knew but just didn't want to entertain him…"

You stay silent as you wait for her to explain whatever the heck she's talking about.

"Whenever we were with the group hanging out, Sunwoo always stared at you when you talked like he admired you or found you intriguing. He's also always watched your interactions with Eric and Kevin a little closer than anyone else. I've seen him attempt to join them, but you barely paid him any attention. He's even tried to drag you into conversations, but you never took the bait." She tells you while her eyes are trained carefully on the road. "I always thought he was interested in you and was going to try to hook up with you at the very least, but you never gave him the opportunity to."

You lean back in your seat and digest the information. You try to decide if Sophia is just reading into things, but with the way you've closed yourself off from anyone that wasn't close to you, she may be right.

"He probably just wanted to add me to his list."

She's silent before saying, "You don't really believe that, do you?"

No, you didn't. You wanted to believe she was right, but a part of you couldn't be sure. Maybe Sunwoo wanted to shoot his shot, but you certainly didn't think he had a hit list of who to sleep with. Could Sophia be right? Has he been interested in you, and you just never realized it? Was there more to his comments and actions than just harmless flirting?

"I think he likes you," she confidently says, causing your heart to flutter.

"He doesn't like me," you deny. It's so much safer to act like it's not true, to not allow yourself to fall into that breathless feeling of falling for someone, but your heart flutters anyway.

"Oh, he likes you," a teasing smile grows on her face, and you know she's not gonna stop anytime soon.

It feels like your stomach is filling with butterflies, and no matter how much you try to get rid of them, more seem to take their place. A smile reluctantly grows on your face as Sophia continues to tease you, and when she finally pulls into a parking spot at the mall, you throw open the car door to escape and take a deep breath of fresh air. You need to get a hold of yourself. You're being ridiculous.

Multiple hours later, you're walking through your apartment door with enough shopping bags that you're positive you'll regret it later. Sunwoo comes out of his room to greet you, but when his eyes see the bags, they widen.

"Did you leave anything behind for anyone else?"

"I can't even begin to tell you how unfunny you are," you reply as you subtly turn your arm to hide one of the bags you're carrying.

You move past him to go to your room and drop off the bags, all while praying to anyone that'll listen to you that Sunwoo doesn't see the pink bag at your side. Cursing Sophia up and down as you remember her nearly pushing you into the lingerie store and then refusing to let you leave until you at least looked at everything, you breathe a sigh of relief as you pass the threshold.

There's absolutely no reason you needed to buy something sexy, but you had to admit, just owning the item makes you feel like you hold a certain power now. She teased you as she pointed out multiple things that she thought Sunwoo would like. While you told her you weren't buying anything for Sunwoo, certain fantasies decided to play through your head anyways. What if he just happens to stumble across you wearing something sexy? Would he take the bait? Did you want him to?

Sunwoo comes into your field of vision and leans against your doorframe with his arm crossed. His eyes fall back to the bags for a moment before they find yours.

"Want to finish our show tonight?"

"Sure," you quickly respond, hoping he'll turn around and quit glancing at the bags on your bed. To make sure he moves, you walk toward him and nearly shepherd him out of your room.

"Did you get anything for me while you were shopping until you dropped?" He casually asks.

Your heart begins pounding in your chest, but you try to play it cool. He saw the bag, didn't he? He knows you bought something from the lingerie store.

"Why? Should I have?"

He smirks and shrugs his shoulders. "Just wondering if you thought about me."

If you thought about him while buying lingerie? Is that what he's asking you? Ignoring his words, you veer off into the kitchen to grab your usual snacks while Sunwoo loads up your show. You take a couple of calming breaths to pull yourself together. It'll be obvious you're avoiding something if you act like a spaz, but it doesn't help that all of Sophia's teasing words keep repeating in your head.

You head out of the kitchen and towards the couch like normal. Sunwoo watches you as you approach, and you search his face for the so-called admiration or intrigue that Sophia was talking about. His eyes twinkle like they always do, and a soft smile rests on his face. He looks like normal Sunwoo, but maybe what's normal for you isn't normal for everyone else.

The moment you sit down next to Sunwoo, he plays the show. You try to focus on it since it's your favorite show, but your mind can only concentrate on Sunwoo. His delicious cologne permeates the air, and though the two of you aren't touching, you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. He always seems so warm and cuddly, and the thought of snuggling up to him crosses your mind before you scold yourself and try to focus back on the TV.

Sunwoo shifts in his seat, drawing your attention back to him, and you can't help but keep it there. You admire the side profile of his face. Your eyes catch on his jawline, the shape of his nose, his long eyelashes… God, he is nice to look at. The luscious lips that you were so close to kissing only days ago…

Actually, this is the first time the two of you have been back on the couch together since. You wonder what would've happened if you hadn't been interrupted that day. How far would you have gone? Where would you be now? You find that you're sad the kiss never happened and that you weren't able to find out what would've happened next. Then again, a part of you is terrified about what would happen if you did go any further.

Would things change if you slept together? Would Sunwoo move on from you like he moves on from all those other girls? You didn't know if you'd be able to take it if Sunwoo changed how he acted towards you. The Sunwoo before you now… Well, you adored him more than you ever realized.

It's like a sudden burst of clarity hits you.

Somewhere along the way, you've developed a massive crush on the boy next to you.

He makes you feel things you haven't felt in a long time. He pushes you out of your comfort zone and makes you try things you never would by choice. He makes you want to experience life again, and not this monotonous day-to-day routine you've crafted yourself. He notices the little quirks you have and pays attention to the small things you like. He's treated you better as a roommate than most men in your life ever have, and he's genuinely a good person.

You're falling for Kim Sunwoo.

"We're gonna have to rewatch this episode."

"Huh?" You ask once his words finally make sense in your brain.

He turns to face you with a mischievous smirk. "I'm pretty sure you've been staring at me this entire time."

"I have not," you immediately deny.

His brows raise. "No? Then I'm guessing you saw the two leads finally kiss?"

Your eyes bulge, and your head snaps toward the TV. "They did?!"

"Nope."

You turn back to face him and see a giant grin on his face. He knows he caught you, and now there's no way of getting out of it.

"Admit it." He brings his fingertips up to his face and traces his jawline. "You were staring at how stunningly handsome I am."

Blinking a couple times, you say, "No. I was staring because you apparently have a ginormous head."

His face falls flat as he looks at you. "You wound me."

You roll your eyes before indicating the TV in front of you. "Pay attention to the show."

"Why? So you can stare at me some more?"

Shaking your head, you sigh, "You're insufferable."

"You apparently love it."

His words cause you to fall silent, and you do your best to keep your focus on the TV because he's right. You do like it. You like him. The thought makes you want to groan, but you keep it in. What the heck are you supposed to do now? Let everything play out? Tell him? Absolutely not.

Sunwoo finally turns back to the TV and starts watching the show. Once the episode is over, Sunwoo asks if you want to watch anything else, but all you want to do is get some space from him. His scent - his presence - is overwhelming your senses, and you just need time to think. Time to digest the revelation you've finally accepted, so you tell him you're tired and make a beeline for your bedroom.

Shutting the door behind you, you take a deep breath and stare at the bags you threw on your bed earlier. You push them off to the side until they all clatter on the floor and drop down in the spot they just vacated. The pink bag once again catches your eye. Sighing, you lean down and pick it up. You pull the black lace fabric out of the bag and run your fingers over it.

It's a beautiful piece. One you'd be happy to own regardless if it gets used or not. However, you did have a certain dark-haired boy on your mind when you bought it. You just didn't know if you had the guts to put it on and parade around your apartment in it. You sit there and debate for a moment if you should try it on and finally decide to just do it.

Ripping off the tags, you quickly get undressed and slide the baby doll lingerie onto your body. It fits well, is snug in all the right places, and accentuates your features. It falls just to the top of your thighs and, thankfully, isn't itchy in the slightest. You move over to your body-length mirror, and your eyes widen once they see your reflection. You looked… hot. Sexy, even.

Gathering up your hair, you play with it to see what would look best with the outfit. What you think Sunwoo would like most if he ever saw you in it. Your heart stutters as you imagine Sunwoo seeing you like this. The way his eyes would widen… The heat and hunger you hope you'd see in his gaze.

Shaking your head to get your thoughts to settle down, you sigh. You have no idea what to do about Sunwoo. You also have no idea if he'd even be interested in doing anything with you, let alone having something more. He told Minjee he didn't want a relationship, so why did you think there'd be a glimmer of hope for you?

Sighing, you move to sit on the bed, eyes watching the lace trail against your thigh as you sit. For a moment, you let your mind imagine its Sunwoo's fingers before you snap out of it. You have got to get a grip. You either need to work yourself over and get it - him - out of your system or let him do it for you. Since you know you're not ready for the latter option, you decide to just do it yourself.

*With a shaky breath, you crawl towards the top of your bed, move your pillow to lean against the headboard, and flip over and lay against it. You close your eyes, letting thoughts and images of Sunwoo float through your brain. The way his voice deepens when he's tired, his eyebrows that constantly move on his forehead when he talks or focuses on something, the lips that he always licks or bites at… The images caress your thoughts one after the other. His smirk… The "baby girl" he let out… It all causes your heart to race, and you bite your lip.

Slowly, you let your hands trail up your stomach towards your chest. You squeeze your breasts a little, letting your thumbs rub over your nipples and feeling them start to harden. A tingle between your legs begins to turn into a light throbbing, and you abandon your chest for that sweet spot further south.

You rub yourself over the panties of the outfit, almost whimpering at the delicious feeling before you decide you need to take them off. Now. You fling them somewhere off to the side and part your legs, your fingers immediately finding your wetness. You stifle a moan as you insert a finger and pump it in a couple of times before you slowly pull it out and rub it in between your slickening folds.

Your breathing becomes a little ragged as you imagine it's Sunwoo's fingers touching you, his fingers expertly dragging against your walls. Inserting a second finger, you bring your other hand down to play with your clit. You lightly touch it, teasing yourself much like you know Sunwoo would do before you begin rubbing circles around the little nub. The sensation is amazing, and your hips buck up to match the pace your hand is pumping into you.

Becoming breathless as you chase your high, Sunwoo's voice, his stare, his smirk is at the forefront of your mind, and you have to stop yourself from moaning his name. These walls are paper-thin, and you would rather die than know that Sunwoo found out you're masturbating to thoughts of him.

Pants leave your mouth, and you're so lost in the delicious feeling that you barely have it in your mind to stay quiet. You're so close. So close to finishing that you only can focus on that at the moment. Whimpers leave your mouth as you feel that knot in your abdomen coil so tightly, and then pure bliss lights up your body. You jerk as you cum on your hand, but you continue your ministrations, determined to ride out your high.

Moans leave your mouth, and they sound so loud to your ears that it'd be a miracle if Sunwoo doesn't hear. A part of your brain panics as Sunwoo's name falls from your lips, but the orgasmic bliss hushes it, and you can't bring yourself to care much. You feel like you're floating as you come down from your high, breaths loudly filling the space as you try to bring yourself back to earth.

When your thoughts are still solely on Sunwoo, you almost swear. Turns out working him out of your system is not going to work.

Tagging: @wooya1224 @lilyujin @brie02 @itbtoblikethatsometimes @internetmemeofficial @timedoesntliketolisten @jungkooksworld18 @ja-jjangmyeon @noempathyy @sunwoosclouds @cowboyjaehyun @sanghak-enthusiast @simpforsunwoo @en-boyz @lavayeon @rindomo @kunxcii @love-svt @winterbeartaehyungbestboy @ilovechanhee @jisungsleftcheek @sunwoahkim @allorysayshi

[ambermation]

YANDERE!STEPHEN STRANGE X DAUGHTER!READER

Reader is teenage daughter of Christine Palmer and Stephen Strange (around 16 years old). Set before Christine died.

Also this is requested by Onesaki_Chan! Thank you for suggesting a platonic yandere x reader! I hope you like this! And sorry if it's not the Stephen you wanted I've been writing for the What If...? Stephen so I thought I should continue to do so. And sorry if it's not exactly what you were wanting. And finally, sorry for the wait!

Warnings: Swearing, verbal harassment, graphic depiction of a murder/corpse.

Word Count: 2667

I couldn't wait for school to end. Just ten more minutes until the bell rings and then I'll be out of here. Then I'll go home to my mom and dad, and the three of us will go to the movies and then out to dinner. I know it's a little weird to be excited about spending time with my parents, I'll admit, but I just want them to know that I do love them. Watching movies with them is how I try spending time with them. Oh, and it's Friday. Who isn't excited for Friday?

"Hey Y/N? What'd you get for number four?" I look over and see my class-buddy Whitney. She has a blonde, fluffy bob with curtain bangs and large, round glasses in front of a pair of wide, protruding blue eyes. We're kinda friends, as in we don't talk too much outside of this class, but we get a long greatly and help each other for homework. I blink owl-ishly before looking at my own paper.

"Uhh 37 but I'm pretty sure the answer is wrong. I just gave up," I hand her my paper. She immediately scribbles down the answer on her own paper. "Does it look like I give a shit? I just need an answer," she hands me back my paper. I realize I still have two problems left, so I go to solve them. A few minutes later I finish them, although more slowly than I would've liked due to Whitney needing help with a few more problems. I do really like Whitney, I just hate having my flow mind space getting interrupted. "Bye, have a good weekend!" I say to nobody in particular as the bell rings. I didn't really care to stay behind this time; I just wanted to see my parents again.

They're both pretty busy as surgeons, though dad seems to take as much time off as possible to spend time with me and, of course, mom, but sometimes mom can't make it (again, surgeon). Mom does take some time off so she can spend time with dad and me though. And dad's pretty fun to be around, so I don't mind. He buys me everything I like, let's me talk about whatever I want to, and he always tries to understand what my likes and dislikes. Mom's pretty cool too, though she's not as understanding as dad is. She disagrees with dad about buying me anything I want which causes a few disagreements between them.

I walk through the parking lot and up to my dad's Porsche. I'm surprised he didn't choose the Lamborghini. Might've been because he'll be using the Porsche later anyways. He greets me as I open the door and enter.

"Hey sweetie! How was school?" He waits for me to buckle in before driving off. I shrug. "Meh. Boring. I'm glad it's over though!" I take control of the radio and play my music. Dad playfully roles his eyes. "Melanie Martinez again? Is this your way of drowning me? Through their music?"

I laugh. "Yeah, basically. Gotta problem with that?"

"With you? Never." He ruffles my hair , to which I swat his hand away jokingly.

"Hey! I just got my hair to behave, dad!" He laughs, but retracts his hand anyway, returning it to the wheel. "And by that do you mean you finally brushed it after all the prodding from mom?" He smirks knowingly. I gawk in mock offense. "Ha-ha, for you information, sir, I do brush my hair. I just forget to do it sometimes." We pull into the parking garage below our penthouse. I gather my stuff as dad responds.

"I think you 'forget' to do it all the time." I glare at him as we walk. "Hey most of the time your hair looks like a rat's nest. I've got photos to proof it." I gently elbow him, waiting for the elevator to arrive. We keep talking until we reach the penthouse, where we then split off, with me going to my room and dad going to find mom, who was able to take today and tomorrow off. I'm glad to be alone. As much as I love dad, his questions can be quite... intense. Especially when it comes to boys. Dad's always checking to see if I have a crush or if I'm trying to see someone. I've never had a crush before, so luckily I've never had to lie to him. I don't want to imagine how he'd react if I did have a crush on a boy or if I started dating someone.

**********

Sometime later it's time to go, though it takes several attempts from mom for me to realize someone's calling my name. That might also be due to mom opening my door and calling for me once again. "Y/N! Come on, we've got to go before the previews end!" Mom taps my shoulder, making me take off my headphones. "Sorry mom! I'm going, I'm going!" I say, shutting down my laptop and putting away my headphones. She gives me a chaste forehead kiss before leaving my room. I grab my jacket and phone before following.

The three of us take the Porsche (like I predicted) to the movie theatre. We get our tickets and as we're walking we pass the concessions stand. "Hey can we get some snacks and drinks?" I ask, stopping. Mom and dad pause and look back at me before looking at the snacks. Dad hesitates, but mom answers for the both of them. "We'll miss the previews if we wait here, Y/N." She says, gesturing for me to follow her. Dad stops her. "Chris, I don't think the previews are even half-way through yet," she cocks a brow at him, "We got here early enough, love. We'll see the previews, I promise." She huffs, not wanting to wait any longer. Dad looks torn between waiting with me or waiting with mom.

I decide to intervene. "Hey, I can get the snacks on my own! I'm sixteen years old. I'll be fine,"I say, looking at them expectantly. Mom looks pacified, glad to have a solution. Dad however looks at me concerned.

"Sweetheart are you sure? We can get the snacks together." He offers.

I shake my head. "Nah. I'm sure. Go ahead and watch your "precious" previews, mom. I'll be fine." Mom gently cups dad's face, forcing him to look away from me and at her. "Stephen." She says plainly. "She'll be fine. Y/N can last a few minutes by herself. Besides we'll be nearby anyway," Dad melts into her touch, a lovesick grin spreading across his face. He nods okay at her, wrapping an arm around her waist as they walk away.

"Hey! What kind of snacks do you want?"I yell after them.

"Sour-Patch Kids and popcorn!" Mom yells back as the two of them left.

I'm assuming dad didn't answer both because he didn't want anything and because he was too distracted by mom. A little embarrassing since it's in public but whatever. I get in line, happy to finally get some snacks.

As I'm waiting two guys get in line behind me. It makes me a bit unnerved, but no big deal. They're here for snacks too. At least, that's what I think until I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around from the candy I was looking at. It's a guy with long, wavy chestnut hair, a big black flannel and a grey t shirt underneath, and black jeans. He looks around my age.

"Hey do you have any snack recommendations?" He asks, which makes me furrow my brows. Why is he asking me this? What about his friend?

"Uh, no, sorry. Not really," I say, turning to look at the candy once more. He tsks in disappointment. I look at him.

"Oh, really? 'Cause I was hoping I could get you." I'm confused, so I ask him what he means. He laughs. "You know, because you're a snack? Get it?" He and his friend high five each other at that.  I scoff, rolling my eyes before grabbing a box of candy I like. Oh, I can't forget mom's Sour Patch-Kids. I grab a box of those too.

"C'mon! That was good. Don't be such a bitch about a joke," One of them, I'm not sure who, says. I glare at them, trying to keep calm. "No, it's just annoying. And incredibly stupid." I retort, placing my items on the counter. I order a small soda for me and a large popcorn for me and my parents. I tell the cashier 'thank you' before he leaves to go get what I ordered. The idiots are still bothering me unfortunately.

"Stop ignoring me you cunt. Honestly you're lucky someone is even giving you attention at all," The dude just keeps on harassing me even as I walk away with my snacks. I keep telling them to leave me alone but he won't, and his friend just keeps edging him on. I make it to the theatre and they still keep bothering me.

I tell them to leave me alone one last time before heading inside. That does nothing to stop them. They keep throwing insults at me. I speed my way through the room, quickly finding my parents. They're at the way back of the room. They smile at me, waving me up. Dad's face quickly falls into resentment as I approach, though it's not direct towards me. His glare is focused right behind me. Mom looks confused for a moment before a look of realization comes across her face. She looks angry, but nowhere near as livid as dad is.

He stands up and walks over to meet me, his long legs making it quite fast. He guides me past him before blocking the two boys. I smirk, knowing that they're in it now. Dad wouldn't let anything happen to me.

Judging by the looks on their faces, dad must have the most intense, burning glare they've ever seen.

"And just where do you think you two are going?" He asks, though his voice indicates he's well aware of what they were doing. One of the boys gulps. "I, uh, we're h-here... here to see the, uh, movie, sir." He clearly threw in the 'sir' in a panic. I want to stay right behind my father, but I hear my mom whisper my name, and I cave in to her call. It would probably be better to get away from those idiots anyway.

"Oh really? Because it looked like you were harassing my daughter."

"No! Never! We were just looking for good seats," the other boy chimes in.

"Yeah, and I'm the king of France. Look, I'll give you the count to three before I make you regret ever even looking at my daughter. Got it?" Your dad's voice is like nothing you've ever hear from him before. It's like there is something sinister bubbling beneath the surface; his tone hardly concealing this relentlessly dark energy hiding behind it. Another look at the boys faces and it's clear they could hear whatever it is you're hearing in your dad's voice.

They nod rapidly before turning on their heel and sprinting out of the theatre. Relieved the two were gone, you sink back into your chair. Your mom rubs your shoulder comfortingly. "Did those two do anything while you were alone?" She whispers, her large green eyes showing such a soft, motherly concern. You shake your head. "They probably permanently bruised their egos is all." You joke. Mom smiles at your remark, though she's still concerned for you.

"They should be," your father sits down next to you, placing a hand on your other shoulder, "They're lucky that's all that happened to them." His eyes harden into a harsh expression. It was almost scary to see your dad like that. Why was he acting like that? It was just two boys. "Well, maybe a permanently bruised ego is what it takes to get them to stop harassing girls." You offer, hoping his countenance would lighten. It works, and when his eyes fall on you they morph into an expression of such fondness it could've given you whiplash. His icy blue eyes are more like pools of a summer pond.

"I'm just glad they didn't do anything else." He confesses, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You couldn't have asked for better parents. The three of you turn your attention towards the movie screen. Just a few more previews and the movie would finally start.

*************

The next morning during breakfast you had a sick, icy feeling wash over you. You weren't sure why until your mom gasped at what was on the news. You turned to look at what was being broadcast only to drop your pancake on the floor. Two boys from your school were murdered last night. The same boys from the movies.

Most of their torsos were ripped apart, leaving a large, gaping hole in the middle of their bodies. Whatever organs were left were nearly unrecognizable, coated with chunks of dried blood. Their limbs were all chopped off, and it looked as though the murderer wanted to decapitate them before deciding against it, leaving a deep gash in each of their necks. It looked like their heads were attached to their bodies by a single thread. It was amazing the police was even able to recognize them, for their eyes had been gouged out, their noses broken in, and several cuts were running from their cheeks to their chins. Even patches of their hair had been ripped out of their scalp.

Time seemed to slow down. You felt nauseous, completely forgetting about the breakfast your mom had lovingly made for you. It might have been only a few seconds that you saw the mangled corpses, but that was enough. Your mom rushes to cover your eyes. She realized too late that this is something someone as young as you shouldn't see. She turns you away from the TV, holding you close as she whispers comforting words into your ear. She rubs your back in a soothing way as she does. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Your breathing quickened, your face felt hot, and you felt like throwing up. You didn't know those boys, and sure, they were dickheads, but they didn't deserve that. Nobody did.

"Heyheyheyhey sweetie what's wrong?"

Your father is suddenly by your side. Teary eyed you look up at him. You open your mouth to speak but the words couldn't come out. Your mom explains for you. You're too busy trying to calm down to see how he reacts, or how mom reacts to his reaction. Soon, however, your parents have calmed you down, your father especially doing whatever he can.

Once he sees that you've calmed down, he pulls you into a tight hug. He strokes your hair just like he did whenever you were upset. Your mom joins in on the hug, arms wrapping around you securely.

"It's okay, Y/N. Nothing's going to hurt you. I can promise you that." He says.

If you were able to see his face, you would've seen that same malicious look you saw back in the theatre. And unbeknownst to you or your mother, your father casts a look towards the TV, the news still on. A proud look etches its way on his face, like a painter admiring his masterpiece. It took a while to figure out enough about those boys, but it was worth it in the end. Dumb kids didn't even think of going home that night. It seemed as though they wanted to stay up all night. That was their ultimate downfall. Though, if they had gone home last night, it only would've delayed the inevitable.

Nobody gets to treat you like that.

Nobody.

Stephen would make sure of that. Anything for his little girl.

[keijisdumcumster]

he's my husband (midoriya x reader)

genre: fluff

warning: none. this isn't todoroki slander i promise <3

work count: 0.6k

GENERAL MASTERLIST

Todoroki has never experienced true love and affection before. Be it familial, romantic, or platonic. So it's no shock when he manages to monopolize your boyfriend's entire being.

You've grown to like Todoroki. He was a great friend, however, your friendship couldn't compare to that of his and Izuku's. It was Izuku first, everything after. You could recall the countless time Todoroki has barged into his your boyfriend's room and interrupted your time together, be it a cuddle sesh or a makeout sesh.

The majority of the time, it wasn't for anything important, he just wanted to bask in Izuku's presence. You couldn't fathom the possibility of being jealous of the boy's friendship, but it did bother you how you've barely spent time alone with him.

You were fine for the most part but you didn't expect to blow during the game night at the dorms.

"Let's play some Uno or something," Sero had suggested.

Kaminari, who sat next to him, nodded vigorously, "We should do teams this time. First team out picks dinner for a week,"

You made your way next to Izuku. His left was occupied by the dual-colored boy so you took his right.

"I can get behind that," you giggled, a bright smile on your face, "Katsudon here I come"

Izuku gave you a grin that matched your own, giving your thigh a squeeze. His attention was then drawn away from you by none other than Shoto Todoroki. You pouted, fingers intertwined with your boyfriend's

"We should partner up Midoriya." he stated

Izuku sweat dropped "Huh? Well, I was going to—"

Todoroki gave Izuku the most awestruck puppy dog look. "I've played countless times with Kaminari. We'll be a great team."

Kaminari gave the lot a smug look as if this was the most amazing thing one could ever do. You guess it is, Todoroki could sometimes be dense and a bit clueless. It was slightly endearing but at this point in time, it was irrelevant to you.

"When we win, we can have some cold soba together," he admitted to Izuku

"That sounds so good Todoroki, I don't know how to say no" he chuckled nervously. Had you been clear of mind, you would've noticed that was Izuku's way of saying 'I wish I could say no.'

Instead, you gripped your boyfriend's upper arm and yanked him toward your body "Okay I'll help you, no."

Todoroki gave you a confused look, "Why not? I asked Midoriya, so it's his decision to say yes or no,"

He held onto Izuku this time and pulled his body towards himself.

"Yeah but Izu's my partner," your smile dropped with your next words, "So find someone else"

"But I asked first,"

"I take precedence over you regardless"

It was now a tug of war with Izuku in between you both. He was flushed in the face, stammering. He didn't want to choose between you both with hurting the others feelings so he was in a bind

"He's my friend!"

"He's my husband!" you exclaimed pulling your boyfriend out of his friend's grasp.

It was silent all around your three. Your classmates stared at you all, especially you with absolute awe. After the initial shock was over, the teasing started.

Todoroki raised his hands in surrender and made his way over to Iida, "Congratulations."

You gave a satisfied hum before linking your arm with Izuku and pulling him closer towards the table that Sero had already dealt cards at.

"Bunny," he whispered into your ear, "what was that?

You gave him a shrug, "Asserting dominance."

He flushed, even more, his face rivaling that was a tomato. He gave you a slight whined about how embarrassed he was but you ignored his complaint.

"Alright. Let's win hubby,"

[besamehyuka]

Motherf#$@ing TomBoy

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Tomboy! FEM! Reader

Warning: Suggestive, make out, leading to sex

Word count: Sum ig...

"I have a problem with you!" You say tugging at Wooyoung's shirt collar and looking him deep in the eyes.

"With what?" He asked, biting his lip making you uncomfortable, you pushed him away.

"You fucking my best friend then dumping her like it wasn't a big deal!" You yell, shoving him harder and harder backwards.

"Are you jealous?" He grinned letting you push him around, it seemed as though he enjoyed this. He wouldn't admit it but he loved making you angry.

Any excuse for you to put your hands on him, he'd love it. Even if you were hitting him, it made him hard as a rock.

"As if! Your existence pisses me off!" You yelled moving your hand backwards ready to slap him, but before you could do that; he turned you around, pressing your body against the wall; that he would've bumped into, if you pushed him one more time.

"Stop acting like a deranged little girl. You know the effect you have on me and don't you dare deny it!" He stated, closing the distance between you and him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" You asked, your anger levels rising to extreme measures, you were sure if he said one more thing; you'd snap his pretty little neck in half.

He noticed and didn't say anything, he just leaned down and kissed you.

You were too much in the state of shock to even notice his lips pressed against yours until you felt him grope your chest. His large hands moving underneath your shirt as he pulled away from your lips.

"I'll stop.." he smirked, knowing damn well you didn't want to.

"if you stop, I'll throw you in a garbage can.. don't play Jung Wooyoung!!" You yelled, hitting his chest lightly before he inserted his hand deep inside your sweatpants.

It was true you weren't like normal girls. They'd get all dolled up, wear skirts, dresses and wear excessive amounts of makeup, while you; literally wore bomber jackets, sweatpants, tshirts, and skateboard shoes. You weren't the normal girls Wooyoung typically went after, and all this was new to you.

Sure you'd have boyfriends, but...

They never touched you.. especially not like this.

"Wooyoung.. wait.."

Just with that he removed himself, looking into your eyes as you grabbed his hand.

"Not here." You replied and he smiled wider than the Cheshire cat, if that was possible.

"You're in for it.." he smirked before leaning down to kiss you again, placing small hickies on your neck, marking you; definitely noticable to your classmates tomorrow..

"Woo.. I said not here.." you replied to which he chuckled.

"I heard, I'm just claiming before we get started fully." He smiled.

What a cocky bitch...

You thought letting yourself be dragged away into his apartment, and all the while you should've been feeling sad, but no.

Right now, this was your time..

This was your time to be rebellious, just for once...

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

"I'm a virgin." feat. Lucifer and Diavolo

Pairings: Lucifer x Female!Reader and Diavolo x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: no real smut, very fluffy and cute, lucifer is drunk tho, edgeline suggestive stuff

A/N: For virgins, from a virgin. my religion said no

Lucifer

After spending hours of fruitless tossing and turning in bed, trying to get warm beneath your piles of blankets, you finally gave up. Wrapping a cotton sheet around yourself, you dragged your shivering body from the bed and off to the room of the eldest brother.

If he was still awake, you would ask him why your room was so cold and how to fix it.

To your delight, dim lamplight glowed through the crevices in the door so you knocked softly. While you waited for a response, you detected soft music coming from inside and couldn't help the little smile you gave when you realized it was the vinyl you purchased for his birthday.

The door opened to reveal a sleepy and rather tipsy Lucifer; hair no longer perfectly slicked to one side, a gentle smile on his lips, a crystal glass on his ungloved hands, and the first few buttons of his shirt undone.

"Good evening, love. It's a bit late, is something wrong?"

His voice was so low and soft... you wondered just how much demonus he had consumed since he'd stalked up to his room after movie night.

"Nothing terrible, just my room is super cold and I don't know why." You responded, "Is there a way to change that? Is there such thing as a thermostat in the devildom?"

Lucifer pulled you into his room and shut the door behind you, "You'll find it's warmer in here, darling. Come sit with me."

It was much warmer in his room...

Plus, drunk Lucifer seemed much more cuddly than the usual 'metal rod up my ass so far I can taste it' Lucifer and you knew this wasn't a reoccurring opportunity.

You weren't exactly in the mood for alcohol, so when Lucifer offered you a glass, you shook your head and to your surprise, he shrugged and tossed it back effortlessly and joined you on the bed; pulling your form up close to his chest, arms crossed over your stomach, and pressing light kisses to your exposed ears and neck.

You whimpered softly, nervousness mounting as his hands began to wander your body. You loved Lucifer, honestly! But... having never been intimate with someone and on top of that, the demon you wouldn't mind losing your v-card to being in his intoxicated state...

Nervous couldn't begin to describe your feelings at the moment.

Hands, calloused from writing and work, gently caressed your sides until they became more adventurous; reaching up to touch your soft breasts and you panicked.

Sitting up quickly, you pushed his hands off and pulled your knees to your chest.

"Something wrong, darling? I apologize if I crossed any boundaries... I'll admit I've had a few too many glasses of demonus this evening. Excuse my forwardness."

"O-Oh... No, it's okay Luci... I-I just got a little nervous because I... um... I've never done anything like this before and I don't want to disappoint you." You nursed at your bottom lip uncomfortably, veering around the dreaded statement as though it were deer in headlights.

A beat.

"Meaning...? I'm afraid you've lost me, dear MC." He sat up as well, eyeing you as gently as possible.

He's gonna make me say it, isn't he? He really did have too much demonus... ugh. You thought, taking a mental deep breath.

"I'm... I'm a virgin."

Lucifer blinked in surprise, "You kiss so well... I never would've guessed. That's not a problem, however, MC. I'm honored. We can wait for as long as you need."

You couldn't help but crack a blushy smile and throw yourself into his arms for a hug, knocking the dark-haired demon back into the pillows; his own arms trapping you firmly against his broad chest while your giggles spilled into the air.

"I'm afraid you're just so lovely, it's difficult to keep my hands off, much less my eyes," He murmurs, "It's especially difficult with so much demonus. You'll forgive me, won't you, love?"

"You don't need to apologize Luci, but you do need to fix my refrigerator of a bedroom before tomorrow night, okay?"

"Why ever would I do that when you could just sleep here with me?"

--

Diavolo

After sharing a lovely evening at Ristorante Six with the Demon Lord himself, the two of you had opted to walk home instead of getting a ride from Barbatos, as the nighttime air was so refreshing and anything was better when you were arm-in-muscular arm with such a demon as Diavolo.

Unfortunately, you were still a few minutes away from the castle when out of nowhere, a storm settled right over your area and started dumping sheets of water onto the city streets with only a crash of thunder and a terrifyingly large bolt of lightning to serenade its arrival.

Diavolo immediately wrapped you in his jacket and took you up into a bridal carry before taking off towards his home.

He'd be damned if he allowed you to catch a cold on one of the nights you got to spend together.

The pair of you made it home soaking wet and giggling, the water running off your clothes soiling the freshly cleaned carpet in the main hall and causing the butler to sigh softly before wordlessly setting off to find some towels.

You gave the butler a sincerely apologetic look before Diavolo thanked him for the towels, wrapped a few around you and then himself, before scooping you up and carrying you to his room.

Diavolo was still laughing as he placed you on an armchair as though you were made of china before going to his closet to find some fresh clothes.

You used tissues to wipe away any remnants of makeup that lingered after the sky-given shower on the run home before undoing the elaborate hairstyle Asmodeus had done and stripping down to your underwear.

You sat on the chair again to wait for Diavolo's return from his massive closet and opted to watch the storm from his windows, snuggling in one of the massive towels that still smelled of the Demon Prince's musk.

"Silk or some of the finest cotton in the devildom, MC?" Diavolo called from the depths of his closet.

"You don't want just me in a towel?" You joked.

Diavolo poked his crimson crowned head back into the bedroom, "Oh believe me I'd love that but Barbatos would find it rather inappropriate... I'm feeling like cotton this evening, more breathable and less stiff, wouldn't you say, my dove?"

You nod and Diavolo smiles, noting your precious sleepy features.

When he exited the closet, you were surprised to he was shirtless with mauve cotton pajama pants.

Surprised, but not at all disappointed.

Your eyes twinkled as you took in his breathtaking physique as he made his way over to you. He gently pulled the towel down so he could pull the collar over your head and push your hands through the armholes.

He picked you up again and brought you to the four-poster bed, where he set you on the comfortable mattress before rolling in next to you and pulling you close to him.

"You looked absolutely divine tonight." He murmured, stroking your hair, "It's such a treat to get to spend time with you, you know? I wish I'd made you live with me when you first arrived here. Those brothers get to spend every day with you... how lucky."

You pressed your forehead against his own knowingly.

"That's why I cherish all of our moments together Dia. I've never been happier than when I'm with you."

You buried your face in his chest and gave a satisfied sigh when you felt his lips connect with the crown of your head.

The following silence was so addictingly warm and mellow, you hardly noticed the fact that the prince was leisurely sucking hickeys into your neck until one fang scraped the skin a bit harshly and you gave a startled whine.

You knew where this was going and you would be lying if you didn't admit you were a little more than terrified.

Diavolo was a big man...

He stopped his ministrations to see what the problem was, afraid he'd overstepped boundaries. You just... your skin just smelled so nice... he couldn't resist.

"Forgive me, dove. Did I hurt you?" He asked, concern lacing his tone.

"N-No, you just surprised me is all." You shook your head, but Diavolo wasn't satisfied.

You were tense.

Afraid.

"MC, are you scared of me?"

"What? No! Diavolo, I-I... I'm not afraid of you I just saw where this was going and I got nervous cuz... well..." You looked away, a blush forming on your features before you muttered, "I'm a virgin."

"MC..."

"I-I hope that's not a problem... I just get a bit nervous with this stuff, I d-don't know where to begin and of course, it would be horrible if I disappointed you-"

Diavolo silenced your ramble with a kiss, wrapping you in a firm embrace before pulling away.

"Oh my sweet dove, that's not a problem at all. If anything, I'm honored." He brushed a few strands of hair from your crimson face before kissing you, again and again, hoping to comfort you and stop that trembling lip before it gave way to tears.

"I promise dove, this doesn't change anything. It only makes you more of my precious, fragile dove and that's not a problem at all."

Diavolo rubbed your back and gave you one last squeeze before climbing over top of you and caging you against the bed.

"Shall we change it now or later?"

"My lord, I brought some tea to prevent either of you from catching a-"

Diavolo scrambled off of you, the look of a child caught in the act of mischief on his face.

"...cold. My lord, is this a bad time?"

"N-No, not at all Barbatos. I... think some tea is just what we need."

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in conclusion, I want one

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[hoebiirama]

✑ User @thesinoflust1103 sent : "Hello! I just read the smut you did on the founder trio, and I was wondering if you could do headcannons on what types of toys they would use on their significant other for them, If you could make it as intense as possible that would be amazing!! Thanks in advance <3"

✑ Anli's useless comment : Alright so. I will admit that I chickened out on Madara. I could've gone way further with him, but I didn't want to hit the people reading this with a sounding kink on the second post lmao (and first real request, since the other ones were all sent by my friend after I begged her to help me get started lol). If you want me to elaborate on that one, though, please let me know and I'll do it. I also feel like it would've been kinkier as a scenario (bc I can add so much more detail), but my ass chose to be lazy and not write scenarios bc they take too long, so I am a little disappointed in myself lol. Either way, hope you enjoy it nonetheless !

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千住柱間 • Senju Hashirama

NSFW

↳ Blindfold : Hashirama likes to surprise you. He hates being predictable in bed. He thinks it makes him boring; it's not fun when you can guess what he's about to do before he does it. But catching you off guard, keeping you in a constant state of apprehension—now that's where it's at. The fact that you're constantly on edge makes you a lot more reactive to his touch, more conscious of everything he's doing to you, and he likes the idea of you having to put all of his trust in him because it's not like you can do much when you can't see. This is one of the best ways he has to allow him to take care of you.

↳ Paddle : If he's feeling particularly kinky, and if the circumstances allow it (aka, you've been an absolute brat to him, and he feels like it's time to put you back in your place), Hashirama will trade his trusty hands for something that can teach you a lesson much harder than he can : in this case, a paddle. It takes away from having the imprint of his hand drawn on your skin, but it makes up for it with how sensitive it makes you, and how much quicker he can turn you into a blubbering mess of halfhearted apologies that you clearly don't mean (you're going to act up again. He knows it. You know it. Everybody knows it.)

↳ Anal beads : It's no surprise by now that overstimulation is kind of Hashirama's thing. He's going to find new ways to bring you to the edge of tears and turn your brain into mush from how overwhelmed you are—anal play being one of them. He's going to combine that with his tongue on other sensitive areas of your body (in the spirit of keeping this gender neutral) to build up your orgasm. Or orgasms, since Hashirama likes to be ruthless with you.

うちはマダラ • Uchiha Madara

NSFW

↳ Gag : Madara likes to fuck you pretty much anywhere he can get his hands on you. This means you'll often find yourself in situations where you need to be quiet if you don't want to get caught. Unfortunately, that's quite the difficult feat when the man behind your moans is Uchiha Madara. Thankfully for you, however, Madara has a thing for gagging you, both so you aren't heard by other people (no one is allowed to be blessed by the sounds you make; they are his alone to listen to) and so you don't start begging when he doesn't ask it of you. He's got no preference for what type of gag he's going to use. He often has to improvise—his usual go-tos are either his gloves or your underwear. When it comes to actual objects that can count as toys, that is. If he's talking gagging in general, then he's definitely got a favourite : his cock shoved as deep in your throat as he possibly can.

↳ Flogger : As much as he loves the feeling of his hand coming into contact with your asscheeks, sometimes, that's just not enough for his liking. It's not a toy he uses casually, however—it may not sound like it's that big of a deal, but that shit hurts, and it can quickly become overwhelming for anyone, even if it's far from your first time being on the receiving end of this thing. That doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy playing with you like this. On the contrary. He just keeps it as a last resort if you disobey him one too many times to make sure you've learned your lesson this time.

↳ Body cuffs : This one kind of speaks for itself. He likes having you restrained, helpless under him, submitting yourself entirely—and handcuffs just aren't enough for him. He wants to bind you until it's physically impossible for you to move, so that you have to fully give yourself away to him so he can take care of you. And rope is too easy to untangle, even by accident. Something with a lock and key is much harder to free yourself from.

千住扉間 • Senju Tobirama

NSFW

↳ Rope : Even if he's more about the aesthetic than practicality, Tobirama can't deny that he likes having you all tied up and pretty in front of him like that. Because you can't move, it means he can take all his time admiring you, exploring every curve of your body, and leaving marks all over without anything getting in the way. Rigging you is probably his favourite part of it, though. He'd remind you of how pretty you look like this, how grateful he is that you're letting him do this, how he's going to make all of this worth your while.

↳ Vibrator : Sometimes, Tobirama is busy. He has important work he needs to be doing, or else Hashirama may or may not drive the village to the ground, especially with his recklessness at handling money. And if you're needy while he's trying to work, well, that's too bad for you. Pushing his buttons is always an option, but not one that'll work in your favor—if you're being persistent, Tobirama will crack, and he's going to punish you accordingly for bothering him. His favourite thing to do is to use a vibrator on you while he just casually continues working. He loves hearing you beg for him, because he knows it's never going to be as good as his cock, and it's teaching you a lesson for not listening to him at the same time.

↳ Chastity belt : Yeah. If you've been bad, he's going to go there. Orgasm denial is his specialty at this point, and there are no lengths he won't go to make it an absolute nightmare for you. (But it's okay. He always makes sure to reward you more than appropriately if you manage to last as long as he tells you to.) And since he can't always be around to make sure you're being good, he'll make you wear one to prevent you from touching yourself for as long as he wants the punishment to last.

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Not So Joyful Suprise • Jackson Avery

word count: 941

Summary: Standing face to face with the people that abused you never end really well does it?

"It's not that big of a deal, Meredith, just write down a speech and then say it." You rolled your eyes as Meredith walked side from the side in the room. "That's all."

Meredith came to a halt, placing her hands on her hips, giving you her familiar glare. "Says the one that's married to an Avery itself."

"Listen, you're possibly winning a Harper Avery, write the speech, stop freaking out." Taking the pen of your coat and a paper from the table, you placed it in her hands. "With this."

"How do I even start? Dear, fellow surgeons?" Meredith furrowed her eyebrows at you, shrugging her shoulders. "I'll need tequila for this."

Feeling the familiar buzzing in your lab coat, you knew you were being paged for anything that had to do with medical help.

"Are you leaving?" Meredith asked.

"Mer, I'm being paged."

"That's it. you owe me a bottle of tequila because it's gonna be a big shit show of a speech," Meredith muttered as she already started to stare down at the paper.

Walking down the hallway you came to a halt behind the corner, noticing who was the patient, your mother, sitting down next to your father and brother.

The mother who decided to give you to a foster home when you were 5 and damaged enough after she drank whole day long, used her hands on you what caused bruising, and the whole vocabulary you get with abusive parents.

Rubbing your thumb over your wedding ring, you got all the power together, walking from behind the corner, faking a smile.

"You paged? Since when can't you do an examination by yourself?" You mumbled as you walked past Jackson, pulling on a pair of surgical gloves.

"Since I barely see you because Meredith Grey gets drunk and you have to drive her home," Jackson answered watching you move around in the room. "Since then."

Turning around you walked towards your mom who was laying down on the bed, staring up at the light before you were struck by the smell of booze.

You held your hand before your mouth in disgust by the smell. "A heads up would've been nice, you know?"

"Would it?" Jackson chuckled, leaning against the door frame, crossing his arms.

You shook your head when walking towards the scans that were hung up already. "Look, her nervous system, has a light blockage, next is surgery, Amelia will be happy to, then she'll have to stay for observation, because she's under influence of booze, there you go."

Placing your hands in your lab coat, you started to walk away before you heard footsteps running towards you and a hand on your shoulder.

"What?" You sighed, turning around to notice your husband standing in front of you, staring down at you. "What, Jackson?"

"You're not scrubbing in with Amelia? You okay?" He asked, tilting his head at you in confusion. "If you're not okay, you'd tell me right?"

"I'm not scrubbing in, because I don't want to, that's all, I'm fine." You started to walk away towards the waiting room, sitting down and leaning your head against the wall, closing your eyes.

Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into more hours as something blocked the light before your eyes making you open them.

"Surgery went well, you coming for the post-op?" Jackson asked, holding out his hand before you held out yours, getting up from the chair.

"So she's okay?" You asked, frowning.

"Yeah, Amelia did what she could."

"That's a pity." You mumbled quietly.

Walking into the room, you noticed your father talking to your mother as he stood next to your mother's bed, holding her hand as he wiped his tears. "You'll never know how it feels to have something meaningful, will you?"

"Oh, are we going to start the blaming part? Because trust me I've had enough of that in my foster home." You sarcastically chuckled, releasing Jackson's hand.

"You don't know how good you were cared for, we gave you everythi-" Your father couldn't finish his words before you interrupted him.

"You mean the cigarette burns? Or the punches, no wait there's a better one, the spit of you and her I had to wipe off my face sometimes, because I was just a piece of shit, no?" You snapped, walking up to your dad, almost being chest to chest.

"Honey, he doesn't mean any of that, we- we never wanted to put you in that position." Your mother denied, waving her hands in denial.

"What the two of you mean, literally means shit to me, the only things I want are my husband, my friends, and my stepdaughter, that's all, not you, ever. " You answered, remembering Jackson was still in the room.

"You little-" Your father started, trying to lunge for you but Jackson pushed you behind him.

"You hurt her? Try to get past me first."

You turned around and started to walk out of the room, running your hands over your face, slowly breaking after staying strong for as long as you could. "No- no- no-."

"Was that..–" Jackson started as you turned around and slightly nodded your head.

"Abusive mom, a hell of a dad, jerk of a brother, and the ones who put me in an even worse foster home." You admitted, taking off your lab coat, releasing a sigh. "That's them."

"You know they can't do anything right? Not a single thing, they'll never be able to." Jackson answered, walking towards you, pulling you into an embrace, leaning his chin on top of your head.

"Never?" You mumbled, closing your eyes.

"Never ever."

[kelieah]

young (peter parker x reader)

summary: peter comes back to you. heavy with regret, only to leave with more and a broken soul

word count: 0.9k

warnings: angst, language

author's note: listened to young by vacations and i dunno had to write this :') but yay my motivation to write is gradually coming back!

"i wanted to go. i wanted to say, all things come to pass with time. but i want everything now to be mine," — vacations

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There's no use holding back your tears now as guilty sobs fall past his pale, chapped lips. His face in your hands as he admits his faults over and over, and over, and over. You let out a shaky sigh and caress the apple of his cheek with your thumb.

"I-I'm so fucking sorry," he whimpers pathetically, feeling himself crumble away with every tear rolling down his cheek. His eyes are glued to the floor of your fire escape because he couldn't dare look you in the eye, because he knows if he did, he would break.

"I know," you respond gently and scan his every saddened feature. "I can't say the same."

"I know you can't, you don't need to," he shakes his head and moves back, watching as your hands fall back down to your sides.

He lets out a quiet hiccup and takes a minute to examine your outfit. He stifles a weak laugh as he notices that goddamn oversized Star Wars t-shirt you always wore to his place with a pair of teddy bear pajama pants. They reminded him of what he used to call you. He never understood the mix of clothes, but you reasoned that it's your comfiest combination. It's the small things like so he missed so much about you.

You subconsciously wrap your arms around yourself and that's when his eyes drift to your hands that were previously on his face. Your fingers and specifically, a simple gold band with a bright jewel stings his sight. His eyebrows knit painfully together as realization sets in. You notice almost immediately and rub the ring, pursing your lips. "Why are you here?"

"You're- you're engaged?" his breath hitches as he asks the question he never wanted to ask, the question he would've preferred to hear from another friend to you but never him, asking you.

"It's been years, Peter. What are you doing here," you frown and back up into your room a little to distance yourself from.

He places a hand on your window frame and swallows with a lot more struggle than he expects, "I-I was going to apologize?"

"Was?" you whisper sharply to confirm his words.

"It's clear you've moved on," he scoffs to reason while shrugging his shoulders with disbelief.

You clench your jaw and refrain from stepping forward to slap him. "You," you say with emphasis and point your finger at him, "left me," you point back to yourself. "You know what you did. You knew what you wanted and just to make things, I'm still fucking moving on so don't make assumptions."

He then makes the mistake of glancing up to see you because all he sees is pain and rage. His heart absolutely tears to pieces at the distressed look on your face because all he can think now is that all of this is his fault. Ever since he decided to leave you. It's all his fault.

You hate that you're pitying him. You hate that you held his face like that. You hate that you're even talking to him. You hate that you still love him.

"You still love me?" he questions hesitantly with a rattled tone.

Your eyes widen once it comes to you that you failed to keep your thoughts inside your head. "No."

"You just," he sighs and presses his lips together, suddenly finding himself yearning at the possibility of working things out with you after all these years. He glances up with the slight gleam of hope but you shoot it down when you look back with a blank expression.

"Even if I do, it changes nothing of how I view you. I may love you, but I love you enough to know I'll forever do so from a distance," you spit out as if it were venom to admit the feelings you still have for a man you swore you hated years ago.

"Is there any chance of us...?" his question ends short. He wanted to continue on but the very thought is leaving him eager for an answer.

"You told me to act my age," you murmur and think back briefly to one fight out of many fights you've had with him. "Now, I am."

"I was young."

"That you were," you nod in agreement and look up again to stare at him straight in the eyes.

He glances back up and cowers underneath your gaze full of disappointment and loving hatred. "I'm sorry."

"I hope you're happy out there, doing whatever, whomever you chose over me—"

"I wasn't with anyone—"

"Peter, you made a decision you'll never be able to turn back from," you fidget with the ring on your finger and melt into a vulnerable state, beginning to cry more than you had when you first saw him break down moments before. "You- you could've been the one giving me a ring. You could've been the fucking one to give me a child we both wanted so badly before."

He chokes on his spit and whips his head back toward you after attempting to look away, "You're?"

"Yes, but our time is up. You said what you said, and I said what I needed to. I wish I could say I don't ever want to see you again, but with what you do, I'll see you everywhere," you say harshly and walk toward him, reaching out to the ends of your window handles.

"Don't say that, you don't mean that," he cries and looks at you pleadingly. "I-I love you too, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, teddy. Please." You physically cringe when he calls you the nickname you wished to never hear again.

"Out of all the things you save, you chose not to save us," you smile weakly at him and shut the window while quickly closing the blinds as you fall down to the floor to break down into a fit of more sobs.

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