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Fearless is still crying about Alabaster and Megs finds out. cut to the scavengers freaking the fuck out because holy shit Megatron is about to bust down their door and all because their newest member catfished his kid.
Finally!
Definitely going to be doing a long version of this in the future
Hope you enjoy!
Fearless and Alabaster
SFW, Platonic, Angst, Hinted romance, Human reader
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There had been a noticeable change on the Lost Light.
It was the behavior of the shipâs resident human, Fearless.
Ever since their no show to trivia night, and the sudden sick day they took after, they had been⊠quiet.
Their demeanor reminded the original crew members how they acted the first few days on the ship.
More composed, stiffer, more neutrality in their tone, more⊠robotic.
Magnus: âI do believe that concludes todayâs meeting.â Fearless wordlessly starts packing up their things. Rodimus: âHey Fearless, thereâs karaoke night over at Swerveâs. You wanna team up for tonightâs duo performance?â Fearless: âIâm afraid I cannot tonight, Captain. There are too many reports to fill in after Whirlâs last escape from the brig. Have a good night.â Fearless tries to leave the room before Megatron stands in their way. Fearless: âMegatron, is there something you need?â Megatron: âI need assistance in getting the classes grades in the system.â Fearless: âJust send the work to my mail and I will get to it. Good night.â Fearless wordlessly goes around the mech and makes their way to their habsuite. Rodimus: âNothing?â Magnus: âAnything? Megatron sighs: âNothing.â
The human barely interacted with the bots and always headed back to their room as soon as they finished their tasks for the day.
The only other bot on board who had the slightest idea what was going on was Whirl.
But even he refused to say much.
Mainly because all he knew was that he needed to pummel someone who made Fearless sob up a storm and he didnât even have a name!
Whenever he wasnât in the brig, Whirl became a bodyguard of sorts.
Always watching Fearless surroundings for any sign that the bot who did this was on board.
Megatron had tried to talk to them, but even that left fruitless.
Megatron is sitting next to Fearless in the empty classroom. Megatron: âThere is something you are not telling me.â Fearless stays silent. Megatron: â⊠I will not force you to talk, you can come to me when you are ready⊠but remember the crew, that I am here to listen when you wish to speak.â Fearlessâs eyes gloss a bit, but they bite their tongue and leave the grey mech alone. Megatron looks at his child sadly but decides to trust what Rung had advised him to do. Donât force it, let them come to you.
Megatron didnât like seeing his kid like this.
Even Rung tried coaxing Fearless into having a private session to figure out what was going on.
And to many surprises, Fearless denied it.
The human was always advocating for the bots to go see Rung and went to him too.
But to suddenly not want to go?
This was bad.
It would be a month into this state when the Lost Light would get an unexpected visit from the WAP.
Maybe the visit of the Scavengerâs would cheer them up.
There were two things that the crew noticed immediately.
1. The scavengers had a new crewmate
2. They looked tense, especially the new crewmate.
Fearless arrives with Megatron and Magnus. Rodimus was already talking with the Scavengers. Rodimus looks over at the three. Rodimus: âMagnus, Megatron, Fearless, you remember the Scavengers, right? Well, they have a new member!â The bot steps forward stiffly and greets the bots. Alabaster: âMy designation is Alabaster Lapis.â Fearless just looked at him with a surprised look. Fearless: ââŠNice to meet you.â The bots detected a bit of hostility in the human. Rodimus: âHow about we head to Swerveâs for some drinks? I think he has a new variety of mixes.â Megatron glances questionably at Fearless who looks ahead, not making contact with anyone.
Everyone dispersed once they got to the bar.
Many of the crew were surprised to see Fearless out and about for the first time in a month.
That comment caught Alabasterâs attention feeling the guilt rack up.
Alabaster saw a shooing motion from Misfire and Spinister before he reached the bar where Fearless was sitting.
He ordered a drink and sat beside them in silence.
They both knew they were delaying the inevitable⊠but maybe this could work in their favor
It was very awkward between the pair.
Fearless asked if his crew new about it.
Alabaster blinked before stating that they heard the conversation⊠and thoroughly beat him over the helm with his stupid mistakes.
Fearless chuckled a bit after hearing that Grimlock had swung his tail and had him dented on the side of the ship.
His spark fluttered a bit.
It had been a while since he heard their laughter.
This was a win.
Fearless looked around and asked him to grab them, they knew a place on the ship that would give them privacy.
They made their way to the oil reservoir.
Thatâs where Fearless mask dropped.
They looked at him with a mixture or sadness, frustration, anger, and something else. Fearless: âI thought we agreed in 3 more days. Or is there something else your not telling me about?â Alabaster: âWe recently had repairs on an organic planet. They boosted our thruster systems.â Fearless: âAnd you didnât think on telling me becauseâŠâ Alabaster sighed and sat on the edge of the platform, his pedes dangling above the oil below. Alabaster: âI⊠I didnât think it was important. We were already meeting each other; it was only 3 days. Those pass by in a blink of an optic.â Fearless huffs standing beside him but with an ample amount of space in between them. Fearless: âIn case you forgot, time means something different to âorganicsâ. If you need a reality check, we die much earlier than Cybertronians.â Alabaster: ââŠI knowâŠâ Fearless winces a bit at his defeated tone. Maybe they crossed a line. Fearless sits down on the edge, mimicking his stance. Fearless: ââŠWell⊠here we areâŠâ Alabaster: âHere we areâŠâ Silence⊠Fearless: âWhy did you keep it on for so long?â Alabaster: â⊠I didnât want to lose you.â Fearless: "would it matter if you did?â Alabaster looks at them with a serious expression. Alabaster: âMost defiantly.â He sighs softening his gaze. Alabaster: âI care about you, a lot. More than I want to admit it really. If there was a chance that you hated CybertronianâsâŠâ Fearless places a hand on one of his digits. Alabaster looks at them a bit surprised. Fearless smiles a bit. Fearless: âIâd be a pretty crummy friend if I did.â Alabaster: âSoâŠâ Fearless: âWell, the whole lying and the technical âcatfishingâ is going to leave a mark.â Alabaster winces a bit at the sharpness in their voice. Fearless: ââŠBut I donât mind trying this friendship thing all over again.â Alabaster smiles a bit. Fearless stands up and offers him their hand. Fearless: âIâm Fearless.â Alabaster gently shakes their hand. Alabaster: âMy name is Alabaster Lapis. You can call me Alabaster or Aster for short.â Fearless and Alabaster smile at each other.
The pair eventually made it back to Swerveâs where everyone else was.
The Scavengers were relieved to see the two in much better spirits and it was safe to assume that the two had talked it out.
The lost light crew looked over that the new mech who had Fearless perched on his shoulder.
It had been a month since Fearless had smiled that widely.
They looked almost like their usual self, a bit tired and drained but much better looking than last time.
Fearless made sure to give the Scavengerâs all goodbyes when they had to leave.
Fearless waves at the WAP as it leaves. Fearless sighs and looks behind them. Everyone is looking at them. Fearless: âUhhhâŠâ Whirl: âWhat did that bot do to you?â Fearless: âWhat?â Whirl: âI just got out of the brig to see you and that other guy smiling. You havenât done that in weeks.â Megatron: âWhat whirl means to say is that we are all happy to see that you have moved from your depressive state⊠but we are curious to what happened.â Fearless looked at the direction of the WAP. They were safe enough. Fearless: âOkay⊠but you all have to SWEAR not to do ANYTHING drastic or harmful.â The bots look around confused. Fearless: âAll right, here goesâŠâ Hopefully things did not go off the rails⊠Oh, who were they kidding, this was the Lost Light, going off the rails happened every other day. On the WAP... Alabaster suddenly shudders. Alabaster: âI feel like Iâm in dangerâŠâ
alabaster feeling the rage of the Lost Light thousand miles away
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Sho Yamato, Leader of Team Phoenix Wing and Ruler of X-city.
An Evil Sho, as requested by @sylvieserene !
I'm afraid I may not have made him look quite evil enough, but I hope the rest of the art and design can make up for it! â€
#idaten jump#sho#fanart#my art#au#Since Sho is a naturally bright character I had trouble making him look dark (literally & figuratively) while staying true to his character#I just hope he looks dark enough to fulfill the request aha#I made three versions to make up for how long I took making this#Which one do you like best?#Time Traveller: *shifts a gear*#The Timeline:
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Still haven't messaged my mom back. And I don't think I'm going to.
#you know how they say time makes you look on the past with nostalgia and that's why elderly people think so fondly of past decades? not me#there are moments I look back on with nostalgia sure but the overwhelming feeling of looking back on my childhood is just whatever I do#wherever I go whatever happens that will not be my life again. my memory is long I made a promise to myself I intend to keep I don't forget#support you having your grandkids if their mother is deemed unfit yes. take the older two myself if it comes to it yes. move provinces to#live with you to look after the five of them together where you would be my only adult connection and there's a language barrier and I have#no work history and I'd be between five hours and nine hours away from any other connection I have answer's an absolute fucking no. I've#seen how you are with my sister how you were with my brother. who do you think they call when they've had enough of you? do you not#remember most of the beatings I took was because I was standing between you and my brother? of course not because according to you you#never did beat me but if you think I'm not aware that would turn on me again the second I'm no longer distant and just visiting if you#think you'd find nothing to complain about because you've built up this golden child ideal of me in your head and want to forget how it was#when I was actually in your care you are very very wrong. I remember. I know that inconveniences a lot of people who want to forget#unpleasant things about themselves. me too to be honest I have memories I wish I could erase but I can't especially with regard to my#sister. I defended my brother but not her. not enough. and it's probably why I give so much to her now more than I should because it's#enabling but it is what it is I guess. I won't use my memories against anyone just for the sake of it but I absolutely fucking will#to protect myself or others. you want a redemption arc without admitting to anything? keep being patient and kind towards#your grandchildren even if you end up having to take them and if you can't do it for all five of them then accept that it's better for the#older two to be with me. that's it. those are your options: the older two are with me so you only have to look after the younger three or#you need to buckle down and learn from your past mistakes to look after the five of them and all that is *if it even comes to that* which#as things are it's not in danger of that! it was a regular fucking visit to monitor the situation that's all; they're not getting taken#literally every time she freaks out about something it's a 50/50 chance it's actually something or she's invented a completely#twisted version of events
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a reflection on MatPat's plagiarism
Hello, my name is Della, or micer2012, and 2 years ago Game Theory plagiarized three Tumblr posts of mine, making a video that now holds almost 6 million views.
My posts explaining his plagiarism made their rounds on Reddit, Tumblr and Twitter, but despite the Hermits and Pooka commenting on it (generally in support of me or saying they donât know enough details about the situation to say either way), MatPat and his team have never owned up to anything, and no mention of my name is present on the video. The one Reddit post they made denying it (which was made before my detailed takedown, which they have never responded to (though the mods on the r/GameTheorists Reddit were kind and made sure it stayed up)) didnât even mention me by name, just referring to me as âa tumblr userâ. (Though one of the screenshotted comments in the body of the post does say my name)
This experience was baffling, but itâs overall had a positive impact on my life. r/Hermitcraft gave me a Golden Apple Award (post of the year, 2021). My inbox was filled with excited fans, wanting to ask me questions or pose their own theories, far more than the hate I got. (Though the hate I got from Game Theory fans was VERY funny. I wondered why none of them gave me shit about saying âMatPat misgendered Evil Xisumaâ before realizing none of them read that far into the post.)
And getting on a more personal, and much more important note, I met most of my current online friends through this, including my partner. It helped me grow closer with my irl friends as well and gave me an entertaining story that I tell whenever I have the chance. It was one of the first things in my life that really made me feel like my talents, my autistic hyperfocusing and analyzing of things I love, could be valuable. Useful. Exploitable. It blew my mind that MatPat thought an autistic kidâs ramblings about a Minecraft Youtube joke character were good enough to steal. To put an audible sponsorship on. To get 6 million views off of.
And thatâs why Iâm writing this post, this update years later. As you mightâve been able to guess, Hbomberguyâs Youtube video on plagiarism reopened this wound. It was really hard for me to sit through, it took days of pausing and taking breaks, because I had experienced everything he was talking about firsthand.Â
In my 10 page long takedown post, I wrote about how his rewording of my sentences made him say things that were incorrect, just like Filip did. The content farm production style that made big companies like Cinemassacre take one creator (AVGN/MatPat) and turn him and his content into a brand, a voice that reads out scripts by other people with other opinions/theories, is a history shared with Game Theory. What really hit me was Harris talking about how big creators only do this to people they think they can get away with doing it to. How they view their victims as lesser, as not deserving of their words, repackaging them as their own to give to an audience that can gain from hearing them, but deserves better than to have to listen to the original victim.
Thatâs the thing, I 100% think a video version of my theory to expose to a bigger community than âEvil Xisuma Fans on Tumblrâ is a great idea!! Near the end of the video Harris talks about how video adaptations of things could be a great market, even an accessibility tool, and I completely feel that about my posts. I wrote them quickly assuming the reader was someone well versed on Evil Xisuma lore, after not even watching most of the CarnEvil series, and the diagrams I made to explain them are even less comprehensible. Harris makes a joke that I completely agree with,Â
âIâm sure some of my videos would do very well if someone translated them into English.â
I donât think I wouldâve ever made my posts if I didnât have autism, and a special fixation on Evil Xisuma and Hermitcraft. I made them because I felt the character was being done an injustice, and because I wanted to share with other superfans this theory that might explain it away. I do think that MatPat plagiarizing me was ableist. I used to wonder a lot if this wouldâve happened if my posts were articulated better, if they had been peer reviewed, if the posts themselves had been spread to a wider audience before MatPat made his video. At one point when the discourse was fresh (before I had the time to write out my 10 page rebuttal), a bigger YouTuber (100k subs at the time) messaged me and started talking on Discord, interested in possibly making a video on the discourse, but I think my style of typing and general enthusiasm drove him away. You can tell by a single look at my blog (or my original 3 posts!) that I donât usually type like this. This post youâre reading now has been peer reviewed and edited, and took me hours to format correctly. That video couldâve been huge, the entire outcome of this MatPat situation would probably be much different.
I also used to stress a lot about âbeing the one who ruined Evil Xisumaâs storyâ. If you didnât know, to me S8 Evil Xisumaâs story got wrapped up pretty quickly and unsatisfying (in my personal autistic opinion). (though this mightâve been due to s8 being experimental and ending early with moon big) There was no real culmination of the plot points and arcs going on, and I donât want to blame myself, but when Xisuma said on stream (when the MatPat thing was first going on) that he didnât want to focus on the discourse or draw more attention to it, it makes a lot of sense to me that he just wanted to wrap it all up as quickly as possible. For a while I beat myself up about it, of ruining the story of this character I love, but itâs not my fault. If anyoneâs, itâs MatPats, but I donât think itâs useful to just blame someone else. Thatâs how the story ended up going, and thatâs fine. This is Evil Xisuma weâre talking about, their inconsistent lore is what made them such an interesting character. And notably, Pooka made an animation with an awesome culmination of Jeff, the Dreamer, Evil Xisuma, and his own sonaâs story, and it makes me so happy to watch. Whatever Pooka does is of course his own choice, but Iâm glad he got to give this personal story his own ending (if it is an ending, and not just the start of a new chapter!).Â
Typing this all out and getting it off my chest has made me feel a lot better. For a while I wanted to make my OWN video essay about Evil Xisumaâs lore and CarnEvilâs lore, actually going episode by episode to explain it instead of just assuming you knew as much about Evil Xisuma as I did. That idea is still not off the table, but MCYT isnât something Iâm that into right now. Maybe if something else comes out about Evil Xisuma Iâll get back on it, but for now Iâm fine with letting that go. But I want to make other videos, share other theories and analysis⊠if I have the freetime Iâd love to make YouTube videos, and if I donât have the time Iâll continue posting to my tumblr and infodumping to my friends. Apparently my infodumping is valuable enough âcontentâ to steal! Writing this out has made me feel a lot better though, Iâm really glad I got it out.
If anyone ever wants to talk to me about the things Iâm obsessed with, or reach out to me as a source in a bigger discussion about Game Theory or other channels, my inbox is more than welcome :] Thank you for reading!Â
Sincerely, a tumblr user.
#exiavojtmmc#hermitcraft#matpat#gt#game theory#hc#mcyt#evil xisuma#hbomberguy#plagiarism#james somerton#jeff the minion#mine#micer2012#hcs9
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I've had a thought in my mind for a few days. A thought where, in Days of Future PastâŠWhen Logan goes to the school looking for Chalres and is met by a younger version of Beast. (Hank)
What if it wasn't Beast that met him at the door, but you? A younger version of yourself. YouâŠwho Logan lost in the war against the Sentinels.
YouâŠanother mutant who's genetic make up doesn't allowed for aging. Your regeneration matches Logans. Only you aren't made of Adamantium like he is. You heal others. You study every branch of science there is to devour and yet the knowledge you process still isn't enough.
âY/n?â Its funny how Charles never mentioned it would be you who looked after him during his darkest days. And its crazy how you look exactly the same as you did so many years into the future. âYouâreâyouâre alright.â
âHow do you know my name?â You frown with confusion. âWho are you and what are you doing here?â
âI'm here to see the professor,â Logan tries to stay focused. But the last time he saw you? You had died in his arms. âWhat happened to the school?â
âAre you a parent? Because the schools been closed for a long time, sir.â
Logans standing face to face with the woman he loves, the woman he lost. Only you don't know who he is. And you're making it incredible hard for him to stay on task.
âId wanna hope not,â Logan jokes with himself for a second, but the reality was he'd not only lost youâbut your daughter too. He never did get to meet her before they took you from him. âI need to see the professor.â Logan pushes his way through, knowing that if he didn't stay committed to his task, that he might take the chance to stay in the past with you forever.
âTheres no professor here!â You shout after the man who's just barreled his way into the rundown school for gifted students. âListen asshat, ill give you to the count of three to leave or else I'llââ But you don't get to finish your sentence.
âLook lady,â Logan growls, interupting your threat as he turned to fade you. He missed you so fucking much. âYou and I are gonna get along really well one day,â He knows you'll be fine. Logan knows a quick cross to the nose will knock you down for a second or two. So with one fluid motion, he does just that. And for what it's worth, Logan tries to keep a pretty stick policy on hitting women. But once you bring mutant DNA into the picture, added with the fact he knows you handle yourself well enough to have him working up a sweat? Whats a guy supposed to do. âYou just don't know it yet.â
âFuck!â You shout as you stumble back incoherently dazed and confused.
âProfessor!?â Logan turns nonchalantly, knowing you'll recover quickly. He races up the stairs, taking two, sometimes three at a time.
Only for you to race after him, completely set on beating the absolute crap outta this guy who's let himself into your home.
âFuckface,â You shout after Logan as you leg it after him down the hall. âHey! if you don't leave right this second I'm gonna have to ask him to ask you to leave.â
âAsk who?â Logan asks, looking around until he's met with a powerful force of blue rage. Sending him back down the stairs.
âHim.â You smiled, happily watching Hank interact with his new chew toy until Charles ultimately interrupted the fun.
#logan wolverine#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett fanfiction#x men fanfiction#days of future past#james logan howlett#logan howlett imagine#hank mccoy#charles xavier
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LOGAN HOWLETT - VERSION OF YOU
A/N: Inspired by the Deadpool and Wolverine trailer. Inaccurate things when it comes to timelines and shit. Beware, it was not edited properly. Sorry.
Pairing:Â Logan Howlett x mutant female reader
Warning:Â angsty?, attempt at being funny?
My stories are written for mature audiences - 18+!
Words:Â 2500+
Important note:Â Hugh Jackman!Wolverine (which means he's tall as fuck!)
FULL MASTERLIST | LOGAN HOWLETT MASTERLIST
LOGAN HOWLETT - VERSION OF YOU
âDo you think this is gonna work?âÂ
âAgent Smith said it would.âÂ
âItâs fucking weird, you know?âÂ
âA lot of fucked up things happened before. This is nothing compared to what I have to deal with now. So, ladies first.â
Wade pointed at the weird-looking orange door. He didnât want to walk through them first. That fucker shoved Y/N right into the portal before he took a step forward. Coward.Â
They appeared in front of a dive bar, during a bright sunny day. Y/N looked at Wade, well, more like at his masked face. âWasnât this place supposed to be fucked up?â she asked. âItâs too nice outside.â
âIt will become in a matter of hours. Now, hereâs the plan,â he said. âWeâll go in. Iâll talk first. If I wonât move with that stubborn mountain of a man, itâs your turn. Do whatever it takes to bring him with us - smile at him, have sex with him, for all I care. And, who knows, maybe we will know whether Agent Smith was right.âÂ
âI call bullshit,â said Y/N, cracking her knuckles. âI donât know him. I think itâs a fairy tale he made up so I would work with you,â she said, fixing her tactical suit. âCanât believe Iâm doing this shit with you, Wade.â
He chuckled. âCome on, you love spending time with me, kicking ass, making men suffer.âÂ
âI will make you suffer.â
Together, they approached the entrance door of the dive bar. Wade was the first one to walk in. During the day, there werenât many people around. Some people gave them brief attention but quickly went back to their beers. Y/N glared at Wade.Â
âOur guy is right there,â he said, pointing to the bar.Â
And there he was - their target - the man they had to collect to save the universe. Was it the universe or the multiverse? Whatever it was, he was crucial for this mission.Â
Y/N eyed his back - the dark jacket he wore and how bent he was over the bar. The sadness radiated from him. Something was happening inside her. As if she experienced a magnetic pull towards him.
Y/N showed Wade forward to start. She was curious to see the manâs reaction. She sat at a nearby table ready to watch the scene unfold. Of course, Wade used a beautiful opening line that would normally get his assed whipped.Â
âHi, peanut.â
Y/N bit her lower lip to stop herself from laughing. This was Wade, typical Wade Wilson. Fucking Deadpool and her best friend. How the fuck did they manage to become friends? She knew him for a long time, fought alongside him and tolerated that dipshit.Â
âLook, lady, Iâm not interested,â the man said gruffly. His voice was deep, husky and kind of sexy. It made Y/N tilt her head. Interesting.Â
It was painful to watch the interaction. Wade tried to get him off the chair, away from the bar before he could explain anything. Such a rookie mistake. It was time to intervene before Wade overstepped and jeopardised this whole mission.Â
She got off the chair and walked to the tall, well-built man. With a smile, she tapped on his shoulder. He instantly turned, his weird metal claws already out of his hands, ready to fight. When their eyes met, she showed him her bright smile and teeth. âHi, peanut.âÂ
His face changed from pissed to shocked in less than a second. For a second it lost its colour. The manâs mouth opened wide. âY/N?â he said her name gently, too gently for her liking. âHoly shit.âÂ
âHa, Agent Smith was right,â Wade laughed, pointing a finger at her face. It got him three claws into his stomach. It made him grunt and fell to his knees. âOuch. That fucking hurt.âÂ
âYou know me?â Y/N asked, not believing the whole story she was told back in the TVA.Â
That question took him aback. âWhat kind of dumb question is that, baby? Of course, I know ya,â and his hands reached for her face, holding her cheeks. To Y/Nâs surprise, she let him. âHow is this possible? How are you alive?âÂ
It was Y/Nâs time for her eyes to widen in complete shock. âWoah,â she stepped back.Â
âItâs me,â he said, frowning. âItâs Logan.âÂ
Wade decided to step in, waving a hand at them. âI donât want to interrupt this romantic reunion, but we need to talk to you, big guy. Itâs important.âÂ
âYou came here with the weĂrd-looking sex toy?â Loganâs eyes were back on Y/N. âWhat the fuck is this? The the fuck is going on?â
That made her laugh. âHa, Wade, even he thinks you look like a sex toy. With Cable, we are now three who think the same thing.âÂ
âFuck you, Y/N,â he spat back.Â
The man, Logan, pushed away from her, glaring. His claws were in the air, ready to strike if necessary. âWho the fuck are you?â
âMy name is Deadpool and this is my annoying friend Y/N,â Wade introduced them.Â
âYou are an ass,â Y/N glared at Wade.
âImpossible,â Logan shook his head, bumping into a wooden stool. âYou are dead,â he pointed a finger directly at Y/Nâs face. âYou cannot be here. You died in my fucking arms! Who the fuck are you?â he raised his voice at her.Â
âIâm Y/N,â she said.Â
âDonât bullshit me!âÂ
There was a sound of a loading gun. All three lazily turned their gaze to the bartender who was pointing a shotgun at them. None of them was intimidated by that. âGet the fuck out of my bar! Now! Or I will shoot you all.âÂ
âI think this is our cue,â Wade whispered.Â
Logan grabbed Wade by the red top of his suit, pushing him out of the bar like he was a ragdoll. Y/N immediately followed them out, ready to step in if necessary. She wasnât worried about Wade. He was immortal. His body parts would grow back. She was more ready to step in intellectually. That was something Wade didnât know how to do.Â
âEveryone calm down,â she said.Â
âNo!â they both yelled at her, already fighting like children.
Y/N looked at herself, reading this story and made a sour face. âMen,â she sighed and turned her gaze to the two men who were about to tear each other apart. A purple-looking mist appeared in her hands and she pushed the men away from each other.Â
âThatâs enough, gentlemen,â she said.Â
There was blood coming out of Wadeâs abdomen - the marks from the claws. She had to shake her head. Wade had his gun out, pointing it directly at Logan. âWill you fucking listen, you oaf?âÂ
Loganâs eyes moved from him back to Y/N. She saw how his stance relaxed. It was painful to look at her, see someone he lost. His claws retraced back into his hands. His fists clenched tightly, knuckles becoming white. âHow come you are alive?â he asked.Â
Y/N sighed. âBecause Iâm not her⊠me⊠uh,â she shook her head. âItâs complicated.â
âFucking talk, woman,â he raised his voice.Â
She raised her hand to calm him. âI can explain. But I need you to come with us, Logan.â
His eyes closed. When Y/N said her name, more emotions ran across his face. âHow can I trust you? I canât seem to trust my own mind.âÂ
Wade was ready to say something stupid, but Y/N quickly shut him up by throwing him away with her power. âBelieve me, it doesnât make any sense to me, too. I can give you an explanation if you will help us.âÂ
âHelp with what?â he raised a brow.Â
Y/N made a face, changed it to a frown. âTo save the multiverse?â she said it like a question, hesitant whether heâd believe her. âBefore you say anything, I know it sounds fucking crazy. Trust me, I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around it.âÂ
Wade came running back. âThat was rude, you know?âÂ
âShut up,â she glared at him. âWe need his help, so let me handle it. Just for once, Wade, I need you to zip it, okay?âÂ
He leaned closer to Logan. âSheâs hormonal,â he whispered to him.Â
This time, Y/N decided to ignore his comment. âPlease,â she turned her gaze to Logan. âWill you come with us? Help us save our world, all of the worlds?âÂ
He scoffed. âIâm no hero, kid.âÂ
Y/N turned her head to Wade, then back to Logan. âNone of us are heroes here,â she said. âMaybe thatâs why we are meant to save everyoneâs asses,â she shrugged.Â
Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. âHow come you are not a hero? You are the sweetest thing in this world. You are the definition of heroism and kindness,â he said.Â
She made a face. âCome with us and weâll talk about it all.âÂ
And he did.Â
. . .Â
Logan and Y/N sat behind an old-fashioned plastic table. He still wore his clothes while Y/N changed from her tactical suit to jeans and a simple shirt. The silence between them was awkward. The tension could be cut with a knife. His eyes scanned her from head to anywhere they were able to reach.Â
There was a stack of documents and papers by her side. She grabbed them to show them to prove she was not lying.Â
The door opened and Wade stepped in, out of his red suit. Logan gasped, horrified when he saw the manâs face. âWhat the fuck? Holy shit, that is fucking horrible. As if you were ran down by a Zamboni,â he yelled.Â
âItâs disgusting, right?â Y/N nodded. But a second later a grin was on her face.Â
âHa, ha,â Wade pretended to laugh. âCanât believe you two are laughing at a poor disabled man who happened to have his face fucked to safe his shitty life.âÂ
âThat was your decision,â Y/N reminded him.Â
Logan pretended to hurl. Y/N chuckled. âItâs hard to look at him.âÂ
Y/N smiled at her friend. âCould you leave us alone?â she asked. âI need to talk to him alone and, well, it takes time to get used to your face.âÂ
Wade pointed a finger at her. âOne day, I will cut your tongue out,â he threatened. He was already on his way out. âOh,â he threw her a little device. âIf you want to show him something spicy,â he winked at her.Â
Once the door shut behind him, Y/N exhaled the breath she was holding. âNow that heâs out of the picture,â she waved with a hand.
âJust start singing,â said Logan, annoyed.Â
âMy name is Y/N Y/L/N, but I am not your Y/N. Iâm from a different timeline,â she started.Â
âHow are you, not my Y/N? You sound the same, you look the same. You have the same mutation,â he said. âAnd a different timeline? What kind of bullshit is that?âÂ
She shrugged. âHey, I found out about all of this today, okay?â she then glared at him. âI, myself, have trouble taking it in. Itâs crazy, itâs fucked up on so many levels. Itâs not easy for me too, you know?âÂ
Logan huffed. âContinue.â
âThis is going to sound crazy, so prepare yourself.â She took a deep breath. âI was told, and showed, that somehow, we are meant to be together in almost every timeline.â
âWhat?âÂ
Y/N made a face. âIt sounds like a fucking fairytale.â Her hands grabbed the first folder, looking at its name. When she opened it, there was a photo of both of them. They looked the same. Y/N pushed her chair closer to him and showed Logan the details in the document. âIn this timeline, we are both normal people. We live together in the Canadian mountains.âÂ
Logan took the folder and read the document. His eyes went over the photo. He shook his head. âHoly shit,â was the only thing he said.Â
Y/N reached for another folder. When she opened it, she chuckled. âHere, you are a notorious mob boss,â she showed him. In the picture, he had an eyepatch over his left eye. âWe live in Madripoor. People know you there as Patch.âÂ
âWhat about my version in your world?â he asked.
She sighed. âThere is none. I said we are meant to be together in almost every universe. In mine, you donât exist.â She turned to the documents and took out the one from her timeline.
Logan snatched it from her, reading through the words. âYou are a mercenary?â he asked.Â
âUh, yeah,â she nodded. âWade and I have a business together. Heâs the only family I have. Well, Wade and his fianceĂ© Vanessa. In the past, the Avengers approached with the offer to be in their team. I declined. Thatâs not who I am.âÂ
âIs there a world, uh, timeline where you donât exist?â he asked.
âThey told me there used to be one, but that timeline was destroyed a long time ago,â she explained. âDonât ask me how that happened, because I donât have an answer for that. You should ask Agent Smith that.âÂ
âWhy do you keep calling him that?âÂ
âHe looks like a character from a movie,â she explained. Her hand reached for another folder. When she opened it, she laughed. âIn this world, you and are enemies that secretly love each other.âÂ
Loganâs brow raised. He read the details of their relationship. âYou are on Magnetoâs side?â he gasped. âI mean, she is⊠This is so confusing.âÂ
âUh,â she hesitated for a moment. âWhen did you lose me? Or the version of me. You know what I mean.âÂ
âHavenât you read that?â he asked.Â
âNope,â she shook he head. âIâve got through a couple of those folders. I was only told that we were going to your timeline and that I was dead. Plus to get you out of there and convince you to help us.âÂ
Logan nodded. âYou diedâŠâ It was hard to talk about it. âIt happened a few years ago during a war that the mutants were in,â he said. âYou died in my arms,â he cleared his throat.Â
âIâm sorry,â Y/N whispered.Â
âI live with that pain every day,â he continued. âAnd now, it is fucking harder than ever before, because here you are, sitting in front of me, but you are not⊠her.âÂ
At that point, she realised how difficult this experience was for him. Logan seemed like a tough guy. The pain that reflected in his eyes, how he avoided meeting her eyes more and more.Â
âEveryone I knew is dead,â said Logan after a pause. âNo one lives in my world that I care about.âÂ
Y/N bit her lower lip. âLogan,â she said his name softly. âWe pulled you out of your timeline because it will be destroyed soon.âÂ
His eyes widened. âWait, what? Whatâs going to happen to me?âÂ
âThe TVA will present you with options. But if we save the multiverse, we will be rewarded. Or thatâs what they told me,â she said.Â
âIt doesnât matter. No one in my world is alive.â He stood up from the chair. âLetâs do this shit. I donât want to waste anyoneâs time.âÂ
Y/N put a small smile on her face. She wanted to show him more, tell him what they told her, what she thought of it. âYeah, letâs do this.âÂ
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Snow Angel
Aegon's Version
I'll angel in the snow until I'm worthy but if it kills me, I tried.
Gwyane's Version â Daemon's Version â Aegon's Version â Aemond's Version â Jacaerys' Version â Cregan's Version â Criston's Version
Aegon Targaryen x Reader | 600< | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, forced/arranged marriage, angst, pregnancy, death, typos, etc.
A/N: renee rapp my beloved
To this day, you could not say how you felt about your husband. Aegon was many things, a drunk, a pervert, a maniac, but it did not really matter because he was also a Targaryen, and one day, he would also be a king.
Did you hate him? Perhaps in times he took his anger out on you or when he made you lie with him when you did not want to.
Did you think him horrid? Yes. Most definitely in times where he abused his power for his entertainment. But perhaps the most horrid thing he's ever done to you is make yourself wonder if you loved him.
You did not marry him for love, gods no. Not once when you caught a glimpse of him in feasts or namedays did you ever imagine you'd be his bride, but then you were. And once you were a princess, everyday you were reminded one day you might be queen. This was why your belly was never not swollen with child, to secure babe that might one day be a king.
"A king lives in you," Helaena mutters as she played with her food.
You turn to her, rubbing your bump. You smile, "a boy?" You turn to her mother who was silently eating her dinner across you, "the queen will be pleased."
"And brother will be loathed to see himself staring back at him," Aemond says upon hearing your words.
You press your lips into a tight line, "is that how you felt when Helaena gave birth to your son?"
"I am not my brother," he turns to you, "and my son is not me."
"A chick crying for his mother," Helaena says, looking at your belly.
She does not continue. It agitates you, "where is his mother?"
She turns to her food again, shaking her head, "flew away."
"Flew away?" Aegon drunkenly repeats what his sister told you at the dinner table he'd been absent from.
Your eyes could not help but water in this moment. You rub your belly, dreading the idea of never being able to see your son.
"You would know not to-" belch "-believe everything Helaena says."
You turn to your hands and shake your head. She predicted the sex of your three daughters. She predicted the injury Aegon sustained trying to mount Sunfyre drunk. You believed her.
Aegon notices your silence and the tear that drips down your nose. He sighs and sits beside you on your shared bed. You look up at him when the mattress dips. He gracelessly takes your hand and slaps his on top of it, "all will be well."
You remain silent. Your red eyes staring back at him sober him up. He rubs your hand, "we have the best maesters in Westeros."
You lower your gaze, observing his touch grows gentler and gentler.
"Take heart. If it is a boy, then it will have been the last time you need lay with me."
His ministrations halt when you place your hand atop his. You look up at him, tears rolling down your cheeks.
Aegon knows no matter what he says, you will not find comfort, and yet he offers still, "Sunfyre will feast if they do not preserve the mother of my children."
His somber face pinches your heart. In this moment, you did not need to wonder. You mutter, "I love you."
Aegon does not reply. He does not know what to do with the admission. He does not even know if it was true. Come the birth of his son, he realizes he did not care. He did not care if you really loved him or not, so long as you were there.
The life of his youngest came at the cost of your own however. Helaena was right, his chick cried for his mother. No one could stop him from making true the last promise he gave his wife. His dragon drank the blood of ten people the day his heir was born.
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POPS IN AND SHAKES YOU
BAMBI. you are the next one on my list to convert to a hsr / genshin papa enthusiast >:)
bambiâŠ. do u have any thoughts abt hsr and genshin papas (twirling my hair as i type)
à»ê± â§âË HONAKI STAR RAIL MEN AS DADS â VARIOUS HSR.
ft. jing yuan, blade, dan heng, aventurine x fem! reader (separate)
content. literally so much fluff u can consider ssfw (super sfw), BUT is kinda suggestive, established relationship (marriage), dan hengâs part is slightly il dan heng, lots of mentions of pregnancy, parental au, somewhat a headcannon w little blurbs in between !!!!, lots & lots of kisses, pet names used for reader, not proofread
notes. IM SO SRRY IT TOOK THIS LONG; hopefully i cooked/redeemed myself w this đđ made a specially for @neuvistar â maryse !! i also made the writing smaller bc i donât want it to look longer (srry if itâs hard to read :â)) i doubt myself w this idk if itâs even good (i cut off half of the characters i was gonna write bc i honestly idk đŸ & i did some of them dirty IM SORRY) </3 but i actually do have thoughts, but i hate when i have smt in mind & i js canât seem to write it down SHAKES YOU IN FRUSTRATION
JING YUAN â is literally father and daddy coded you cannot persuade me that he isnât (i will throw hands at you) heâs super sweet and gentle with you before and after your pregnancy, heâll actually probably treat you the same after you get your children â although maybe heâll be more patient. overall heâs on the chiller dad side. personally, jing yuan would naturally know how to handle his children even when theyâre a few hours after birth. he would cradle them with so much care and gentleness like your baby is made of fragile glass. but whatâs to expect? he has yanqing to deal with in the first place.
JING YUAN â would be the man to kiss your forehead multiple times during pregnancy, heâll actually transform into a male wife, heâll also go as far as canceling all of his meetings and not give a damn about each one, even if you tried telling him to; heâs stick by your side like super glue. heâs SO reassuring. itâs a shame fu xuan had to deal with a man like him, heâll never focus properly even if he went to work. all he has on his mind is you and his soon-to-be little versions of you and him.
âtake it easy, love. iâll be right by your side if you need me.â
JING YUAN â who would and will have two daughters, heâs such a girl dad i can see it. i feel like he wouldnât (??) have twins, just like one child at a time, a very supportive dad. he could easily cheer up his daughters anytime, like when they trip, fall, scrap their knee, need help on homework, need assistance on changing, and so much more.
JING YUAN â who takes naps with his daughters anywhere, anytime. his daughters definitely inherited their fatherâs love for sleep (and his lazy personality), they enjoy sleeping just like their sleep deprived father. youâll as often walk in on the three sleeping together â the children wrapped in jing yuanâs warm, muscular arms. unfortunately, you go a long way just to wake up your husband, what makes you think waking up your husband and two more lazy children that have the same ego as their father help?
âmommyy⊠5 morââŠâ
âmhm, what she said⊠just 5 more minutes, darling⊠how about you join us..?
JING YUAN â spoils his daughters. he doesnât spoil them too much, or else theyâll grow up to be greedy, so heâll spoil them just a right amount that they know how to behave properly when receiving something thoughtful. he cherishes the moments he gets to spend with you and the children together â he occasionally schedules times so he can get home at a specific time to spend with his family. eating dinner, playing games, and just enjoying his family. on rare occasions, his girls will wake up early and even come to yourâs and jing yuanâs bedroom to wake you two up in the morning! leading to a huge cuddle session and cute babbling from your mix of you and jing yuan.
BLADE â is quite the dad, actually. he obviously wonât show it, but heâs in between being extremely nervous and extremely excited on being a dad. heâs not sure if itâll be worth the shot even being a father, due to all of the trauma and greif heâs had in his life. but after he met you, heâs started to diminish his need to disappear. additionally, youâll be there to reassure him.
BLADE â is a very good father. like before, heâs nervous, but he has soft spot for you â which means he has an even softer spot for his own children. heâs a girl dad; one daughter and i can see it. he takes REAL good care of her when sheâs just minutes out the womb. just the way bladeâs eyes softened so much and his mouth slight gaped can tell how blade sees his beautiful daughter. the man to tuck his girlâs stray hairs out of her face and kiss her face afterwards.
âshe looks just like me..â
BLADE â who's so gentle with his daughter. despite being a wanted criminal who fights with much skill and discipline, itâs a true surprise to see him so vulnerable while using his rough hands to softly cradle his daughter whoâs ten times smaller than him. heâll let his daughter play with his bangs and long luscious hair, even if he has to brush it all over again. he doesnât give a single care about his hair, as long as his daughter gets her entertainment. heâll let her slap his face, squish his cheeks, bump his nose, whatever (he probably wouldnât let them all slide). on some days, when bladeâs not running around and escaping from soldiers, he lets his daughter go ALL out on him. the two will definitely play â dress up, dolls, tea partyâs, and much, much more (but itâs not like he can say no).
BLADE â who unfortunately âbecomesâ a pretty princess once his daughter gets to work. neon clips, silky ribbons, fake makeup, pink hair ties, jewelry, everything. and when you witness it, itâs more than difficult to hold in your laugh.
âblade!⊠blade?-â
âdonât.â
BLADE â is a pretty accurate protective father, but sometimes, itâs not even his protectiveness thatâs acting. just a small glance or look from him can scare any boy from staying near or close your daughter. you remind him constantly to give his daughter some freedom, but whatâs he gonna do if heâs doing nothing â but staring at the boy? itâll take time for him to accept a guy that your daughter actually really likes and wants to be with, but donât worry, blade will be âkindâ enough to do it for his daughter. but donât expect him to accept a man so easily (and the man to accept a dad-in-law so⊠scary), heâll definitely have them take a âtrialâ on something to be able to be his daughterâs lover. heads up, if any guy hurts his daughter in any way, physically, mentally, or emotionally, they better count their days.
DAN HENG â is literally the sweetest dad to ever have, itâs tooth rottening. heâs like the entire package. heâll make sure his children get a good education, live in a good environment, provide them with a decent life style, and hope they grow up to be amazing people (iâm crying rn). but before actually receiving you giving birth to your child, dan heng was the biggest nervous thing ever. he never thought to ever have a child of his own, and doubt how heâll have to work it out. but you reassured him, and true to your words, he was.
DAN HENG â stays by your side almost all the time during your pregnancy. even when he had lots of trailblazing with the crew, he insisted to stay back to care for you and his future children. fortunately, he was allowed to by himeko and welt â unfortunately for march 7th and the trailblazer, they were missing a member to provoke. he can and will do everything and anything for you; the whole princess treatment. need water? right on top of your bed stand. need a pillow? heâs already rushing for a spare one. need something to eat? heâs already provided it (breakfast in bed guys). donât forget the cuddles on the side, heâll provide that anytime. his cuddles are literally so warm it warms up your body in the process, heâs like your personal heater. dan heng will definitely rub soothing circles on the belly â he knows it gets difficult to be a mother (not by experience guys get it out of your head), so he hopes all his acts of service helps you.
âshhh⊠take it easy love.â
DAN HENG â would have 2 children, a son and a daughter. unless itâs il dan heng, then thatâs something else. iâd say the son is the oldest, although i donât exactly 100% see it. there will be tears when he gets to see his very first child, holding them like itâs like his very last chance of living. heâll immediately kiss your forehead after youâve given birth to your and hisâ child, promising to care for your son (and future daughter) âtill the day he dies. heâll also be by your side when your in the process of delivering your child. rubbing circles on your hands, lightly hushing and kissing you, intertwining hands, and saying the most supportive and loving words ever. and you maybe even cried during it because you canât believe to have such an amazing husband like dan heng by your side (iâm crying again). additionally, the way his heart and eyes melted when you send him a small smile and slowly closed your eyes to rest.
DAN HENG â who like blade, would let his children play with his hair. sometimes, heâd transform into his vidyadhara and let his children play with his long hair; clipping clips, tying his hair, fashioning it, etc. i guess the son wouldnât be so into that, but heâll help his sister dress up their father. you melt whenever you happen to see your little toddlers play and try to chase after their fatherâs dragon tail. careful not to have them trip or fall, dan heng enjoys teaseing them and having them run after his tail â like a puppy, hoping that they manage to catch his tail and play atop it. i also canât help but think of the thought dan heng would have his tail âturnâ into a slide for his little children! they would just slide down and run back to their father for another round until theyâre exhausted.
âhehe... again! again!â
âalright, you can slide some more, but then itâs gonna be your nap time.â
âok, daddy!â
DAN HENG â who lovingly tucks his kids in their bed or crib when itâs their nap time, or itâs their bedtime. itâs such a heartwarming scene to witness, it could easily melt even the coldest of hearts. i think dan heng would sing them lullabies, but occasionally when he feels like itâs time for them understand the meanings of his songs. dan heng slightly blushes when he sees you in the doorway, flustering that you got to see how vulnerable he is, but thatâs not a bother.
AVENTURINE â is one of the funnest and dedicated dads. he just loves his children so much, even if he has a side job, he always manages to make time for them and you. would definitely cry tears of joy and happiness when he receives them, stroking their small heads and holding them so tenderly. he loves you so much for giving him his children; he'd babble on forever about how you're such an amazing wife for working so hard for him and you, probable crying while saying all those heartwarming things. he's more than grateful to have his little children.
AVENTURINE â is such an AMAZING dad and supporter oh my goodness. he's so caring when you're a few months and/or weeks pregnant. maybe he becomes a male-wife (??), that's very visible in my brain. for awhile, he would take a break on going to the casino â to stay home and care for you. would easily decline any offer from any opponents that want to gamble. you would sometimes just wake up in the morning and hear his conversations to somebody about some business.
"no... im good... listen, for the last time, im not. please and thank you." hangs up.
"oh! mornin' babe. huh? â oh, its nothing, just some brat."
AVENTURINE â is a girl dad, but i feel like he would have one son and two daughters. he would love them all equally and take care of them so much; giving them a childhood he never managed to have. aventurine i guess i pretty known for being quite a guy, but his kids would be the sweetest ever â which he said was inherited by you. but just like their dad, they have another side (đ), they can be SO troublesome and little maniacs if they want to.
AVENTURINE â who gets tackled to the ground whenever he gets home from work by his children. itâs so cute and entertaining to see him get beaten to the ground by kids so much younger than him. they would just tackle his â grabbing his hat and coat and wearing them themselves ITS SO CUTE. additionally, i see aventurine taking the three bundles of joy to his gambling games and have them like sit on his lap and let them experience it. and also watching their dad âwinâ, is what he said. but after a couple weeks of their visits, aventurine eventually had to limit their visits because they kept exposing his cards; throwing them, playing with them, shouting out his cards, etc.
âdaddy has only two more blue cards!â
âand one yellow!â
âoh! hehe⊠donât shout out, love, itâs rude.â
AVENTURINE â who does the weirdest things with his kids. he would one hundred percent (sorry not sorry) dab up his son and teaches him the weirdest shit ever. like itâs kinda not surprising at all. he would also let his daughter play around with his necessary stuff. many of his other stuff needs to been hidden well, because you know, his kids are pretty curious.
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How are they with their pregnant partner? Itto, Heizou, Lyney.
Synopsis: Pregnant, your husband/partner is over the moon. But how would he take care of you during pregnancy?
Style: Cute, fluffy, female reader.
Bonus NSFW (18+) I remind minors to avoid reading this kind of content.
Alert: May contain story spoilers for some characters.
Characters: Itto, Heizou, Lyney.
Note: Wow, it's been so long since I've written NSFWâŠ. I'm a bit rusty.
Then I'll have to do Aether, Neuvillette and Wriothesley, as well as diving back into rewriting the old texts in this series. I'd also like to do Freminet⊠Let me know if you're interested in other characters.
Since I now have an AO3 account, I decided to rewrite the first versions of this series to post them on it. I hope you'll still enjoy them.
Part 1 Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Xiao, Venti, Albedo, Kazuha, Childe.
Part 2 Scaramouche, Dainsleif, Thomas.
Part 3 Dottore, Pantalone, Alhaitham.
Part 4 Cyno, Ayato.
Part 5 Tighnari.
Part 6 Capitano, Kaveh + Bonus
"Ah?! A ba-baby!?"
Itto's reaction was surely overblown, yet the expression on his face was undoubtedly to die for. Mouth wide open, he stared at you in shock, taking a long moment before pulling himself together.
Bursting into laughter, he wrapped his muscular arms around you. "Ha ha ha! I've got to tell the Arataki gang! They'll be so happy to know that their leader will soon be a father! No, wait! I'll announce it to all of Inazuma! Let's have a big party! OYE! SHINOBU!" You hit him hard on the head, red with shame.Â
"I forbid you to tell anyone until you're three months pregnant! Have I made myself clear?!" Your stern tone sent shivers up and down his spine.Â
"Ah?! Why not now?" You sighed. You may have loved this man with all your being, but he was still exhausting your nerves.
"There's a high risk of miscarriage during this period, which is why I'm asking you not to talk about it... Please. Please." His expression slowly softened as his gaze dipped into yours. Again, he wrapped his arms around you more gently, tenderly kissing your forehead.Â
"Understood, boss." You smiled, lovingly returning his embrace.
Itto's behavior during the pregnancy was so exemplary that the members of his gang, Shinobu first, wondered if he hadn't suddenly fallen on his face. He even went so far as to find "honest" jobs here and there to buy you maternity clothes and furniture for his future bedroom.
Your husband had the ingenious idea of consulting the high priestess Yae Miko for advice on your pregnancy... Peculiar. Itto knew of no demon in his circle who had fathered a child with a human. His instincts warned him of the risks you could run with a half-demon baby. Miko will make sure you're taken care of by a midwife who knows the oni world.
You felt terribly ill during your pregnancy. From beginning to end, your vomiting and discomfort drove Itto crazy with worry. You could see him running around looking for anything that would make you feel better. If you were vomiting, Itto would stay with you, stroking your back until it passed. If you felt dizzy, he'd lift you into his arms and sit you on his lap, rocking you gently until you felt better.
Often, you could see your companion admiring you with a blissful expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?" you'd ask him every time, knowing perfectly well his answer. You loved hearing him repeat the same passionate, loving words to you. "I just think you're beautiful. I can't take my eyes off you. Héhé." Itto always had this little blush on his face when he admired your rounded belly. Really, pregnancy made him much softer and more considerate than usual.
You didn't like people touching your belly just because you were pregnant. And it took you a long time to accept that Itto would do it without you grumbling. Yet it was his childlike smile and the stars in his eyes that gradually made you accept the situation.
Itto would often talk to his baby, telling him how his day was going or stories about the oni clans. You could only listen, rolling your eyes as he combined words with gestures. Even so, you couldn't resist stroking your companion's imposing hair, smiling tenderly as you watched him.
When your belly is rounded enough to be visible even from several meters away, Itto will make a habit of always kissing it, amused by the baby's kicks that would distort your belly. "HAHAHA this child will be big and strong, just like his father!"
It was quite amusing to see your companion preparing for the birth of your child, taking crash courses with a few women from your village. Shinobu was obviously making sure that his boss used the right gestures to calm a child's cries, change its diapers or properly hold its baby in his arms.
As expected, the delivery was difficult. Giving birth to a half-demon child demanded a strength your human body didn't possess. Blood loss made you wince and Itto thought for a moment he was going to lose you both. But you showed exemplary strength, and the support of your companion, as well as that of the high priestess, enabled you to pass this difficult ordeal. Your baby's cries echoed through the room, and Itto wept loudly, clutching your hand to his cheek. His tremors and muffled sobs made you smile tenderly, as happy as he was that all had ended well.
Itto was speechless as he took his child in his arms for the first time. Was this little crying creature his baby? The one he'd seen growing in your belly? HIS child?! He was so tiny, so cute with his little scarlet horns barely visible on the top of his skull. Not quite knowing how to soothe his crying baby, you showed him the right way to rock him and... Surprisingly, Itto was extremely good at it...
Your tender oni is said to be a very protective and cheerful father. He wants his child to always see the world in a positive light. He'll sometimes be a bit too daredevil with him, earning your wrath. Fortunately for you, Itto will calm down over the yearsâŠ
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"POUAH, I'm exhausted!" Itto dropped onto the bed, arms and legs spread wide as he let his heavy eyes close. "The Arataki gang gave it their all again today. Hehe, at least we're not causing Shinobu any more trouble!" Watching him out of the corner of your eye, you smiled slyly, striding towards him with hushed steps. The oni opened his eyes abruptly when he felt you climb astride his hips, your hands sensually massaging his bare chest. You'd always appreciated the firmness of his muscles, taking pleasure in exploring each of his curves to discover the most sensitive places he hid. Leaning over him, letting your chest, slightly swollen with pregnancy hormones, rest against his, you nibbled his lower lip. His eyes, immediately filling with desire, couldn't tear themselves away from yours. You could quickly feel your lover hardening beneath you.
"Do you still have enough strength left to care for your companion in need?" You mumble erotically in his ear, teasing his nipples with your fingertips. "I want it terribly~" Itto lifts his hips to meet yours, one of his hands positioning itself on your waist to rock you onto your back.
"Do you feel that?" His hand crept under your clothes, passing the band of your underwear to caress your femininity. "Héhé~ you're already soaking wet darling~ Is it being pregnant that puts you in the mood?" Without giving you time to respond to his comment, Itto enters two fingers deep inside you, making you cry out in surprise. He knew perfectly well where all your sensitive points were, pressing slyly on them to make you moan loudly. Your body sought to escape the delicious torture he was inflicting, his fingers aggressively penetrating you. "Don't awaken the beast in me if you don't want to writhe in pleasure under my ministrations." Itto was a completely different man when he had sex with you, his usually jovial face transforming into a darker expression as his desires got the better of him.
Pregnant or not, he was never one to go out of his way. Itto knew he was big, too big for you, and foreplay was always a mandatory step before he could implant his sex inside you. "Look at you, darling, your breasts are so big with pregnancy. I want to lick them terribly!" Itto grabbed one of your breasts between his lips, adding a third finger inside you as his free hand groped his pants to pull out his excruciatingly hard member. It was too much for you, and your back arched beneath him, your hips swaying to the rhythm of his fingers. You were so close, and seeing him caress himself while he fingered you made you come hard on his hand. Itto pulled away slightly you, leaning toward the other nipple he hadn't yet teased. "Not yet... Not until you can take four inside you." Damn, that damned demon!
Itto looked thirstier than you, his eyes glowing scarlet as he watched you cum with four of his fingers inside you, just as he'd promised. Sex with him had always been sport, but now that you were pregnant, everything seemed more intense. When he finally penetrated you, that damned demon took a malicious pleasure in watching you from all his height, holding your legs close to his hips as he pounded you rigorously. His eager eyes darted between your face distorted with pleasure, your swollen breasts bouncing with each of his hip thrusts and your slightly rounded belly.
Itto was a man of stamina, far more than anything you could take. So when you begged him to stop, the oni would comply at once, fear settling in his brain. Had he hurt you? Was the baby all right? None of the above... But you were clearly close to fainting. Itto, aware that he'd been a bit hard on you, will take care of your body, immersing you with him in a warm bath, his big hands massaging your shoulders. He won't be frightened to see you asleep in his arms, so, taking advantage of your sleep, your companion will cuddle you tenderly, one hand resting on your belly, lovingly caressing it.
"I'm going to be a dad? Really?"
You smiled tenderly, taking his trembling hands in yours. Heizou's gaze flickered between your eyes and your belly. A baby? You were pregnant?! His mind blurred as a vision of you with a round belly popped into his head. All of a sudden, the word dad sounded pretty good in his head... Kneeling in front of you, Heizou encircled your thighs with his arms, placing a tender ear close to your belly, a joyful smile on his lips. "I'm going to be a daddy... I'm going to be... Daddy!" Slowly, tears rolled down the cheeks of your companion, who had suddenly gone silent. Your hands were lost in his hair, cradling Heizou against you, feeling his tears stain your clothes. You waited patiently for him to calm down before kneeling down in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck, your forehead resting against his as a gentle smile stretched your lips. Heizou closed his eyes, resting the palms of his hands on your cheeks, his thumbs lovingly caressing your skin. He breathed in your scent slowly, enjoying it more and more each day.
The two of you remained like this for a long moment, enjoying the tender silence that surrounded you. Images of your future life flashed through your minds. Heizou carrying your child in his arms, his gaze tenderly on him until that tenderness was directed at you...
Heizou was nothing but sweetness and tenderness to you. Even before carrying his child, this man never raised his voice at you or refused to take you in his arms. He loved to cuddle you, take care of you and listen to you. Sometimes, he would take you on his lap and listen to you affectionately talk about your future child, imagining your future life with him. You could sometimes see a dreamy smile stretch your companion's lips, as he imagined, just like you, this wonderful life.
Kazuha was a close friend of yours, so he was one of the first to be informed of your pregnancy. What a surprise when he knocked on your door, a gentle smile on his lips, holding your letter in his bandaged hand. "I've asked Beidou to make a little detour to come and see you. Congratulations, both of you." The two men weren't very tactile compared to you, who didn't hesitate to hug him in thanks. "Hehe, expect the title of Uncle Kazuha! What do you think Heizou? Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"; "Pretty good indeed." Heizou replied, a warm smile on his lips. To tell the truth, Kazuha didn't mind and, in a way, was happy to know that a family would now be waiting for him back in Inazuma.
Your companion's job was a constant source of anxiety for you. The midwife had gently admonished you for this, reminding you that stress during pregnancy could be bad for you and the child. Heizou, who accompanied you that day, bowed respectfully to her, promising to do all he could to calm your anxieties. Obviously, you were feeling terrible as you left the surgery, crying your eyes out in your companion's arms. Heizou comforted you tenderly, murmuring words filled with love. After this episode, he promised you he wouldn't take any more potentially dangerous commissions for the rest of your pregnancyâŠ
For a few weeks, you'd been practicing cooking for your future baby. Heizou was sort of your test subject, trying to create colorful and cute bento. He enjoyed it every time, looking forward to seeing what you had prepared for him. He loved the little octopuses you made with the sausages, or the animal-shaped onigiri. His favorite was surely the pink onigiri that strongly resembled a fox. He was sure you'd tried to imitate Lady Yae Miko in her yokai form.
Heizou was sitting comfortably on your bed, one hand tenderly caressing your scalp while your head rested on his thigh. You could feel his other hand warmly covering your six-month-old belly, occasionally enjoying the little kicks his child gave through you. Heizou's fingers had always had this magical effect on you, weighing down your eyelids as sleep slowly invaded. Heizou was happy to have you in his arms, confident and at peace, pampering and cherishing you. Your breathing was a soothing sound to his ears and the movements of his child against his hand, an affectionate warmth he loved to feel.
"Heizou, promise me you'll stay with me through the birth! The closer the fateful date gets, the more I'm afraid of what's going to happen..." Your companion took you in his arms, gently caressing the small of your back. "I promise I'll be there, from the beginning, until the end." His lips kissed your forehead, moving down your nose until they settled on your lips. "Together... Even if I end up with a crushed hand, I'll stay by your side." You laughed, hitting his arm without force. "Everything will be okay, Y/N... I love you."
Your companion managed your first contractions with impressive composure. He quickly took you to the midwife's office, insisting on staying by your side all the way, as he had promised. Your companion kept your hand in his, occasionally wiping your forehead with a cool cloth. He encouraged you all the way, worrying about your cries of pain. He knew it could last several hours, and seeing you suffer helplessly gave him a bitter taste in his mouth. Despite the context, he promised himself to remind you later of all the curses you'd shouted against him and the gods, while your mind was clouded with pain. He would surely have laughed if he hadn't seen the tears rolling down your cheeksâŠ
Heizou remained silent for a long time, as he gazed with tear-filled eyes at his infant, comfortably ensconced in the crook of his arms. Sitting cautiously by your side, he finally dared to explore his child's chubby face, tenderly brushing his cheeks, nose and little lips. Curious, he placed a finger in the hollow of his palm, his little hand automatically tightening around it. Heizou let his tears flow, leaning gently towards his baby to kiss the top of his head, then towards you, lovingly claiming your lips.
Heizou will be a very warm and instructive father. He wants his child to be able to learn all sorts of things for himself, encouraging his curiosity and intellect. He will never be too hard or too strict with him, preferring to explain things several times rather than let him give up. He doesn't expect his child to follow in his footsteps, but he'll still be happy when he tells him he wants to become a great detective, just like him.
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You were naked, leaning over the bathtub to check that the water temperature wasn't too hot, completely oblivious to the olive eyes staring back at you with a brilliant gleam of desire. Heizou approached you, like a cat ready to pounce on its prey. His hand rested on your belly as his bare chest pressed against your back. You shivered as his teeth nibbled your earlobe. "You really are gorgeous..." He murmured sensually as his hands worshipped every inch of your skin.
"Hei-Heizou, you really are insatiable! We've already made love today! Twice!" You growl without any real motivation, your lover's hands slowly kneading your chest. You hear him giggle against your ear, pressing his hips against your buttocks.
"Is that a problem? I can easily guess you want this as much as I do..." That man and his damned intuitions! You quickly gave up the fight as Heizou sensually lowered one of his hands between your thighs, teasing your femininity with his fingers. "You're so wet already~ Is it pregnancy that's got you all worked up?" Heizou pinched your nipple as one finger penetrated you with ease, making you squeal against him.
"Stop teasing me for a moment! I need you..." You begged, your fingers encircling Heizou's wrist. Your companion breathed an amused laugh, withdrawing his hand from you to guide you to the bathtub. He didn't need to fight your desires, because after all... He wanted the same thing you did.
Heizou kissed you with tender passion, his hands resting on your hips helping to lift you onto his member. And as he pulled away from your lips to better admire you, seeing you gasp, head slightly tilted back and lips parted under the influence of pleasure swelled his heart with pride. He was the one who put you in this state... Singing his name as he touched all your sweet spots... You were so sensitive with pregnancy, it made him dizzy. He couldn't help it, he needed to see your flushed face, hear your moans of pleasure. Heizou had always enjoyed sex with you, but pregnancy made you so needy that he lost controlâŠ
It was so good to feel your hands in his hair, your body pressed against his with only your hips swaying on his shaft. Heizou loved breathing in your perfume, tasting your skin, having your little round belly against his stomach and your voice so close to his ear... Unable to take it any longer, Heizou helped you speed up the pace of your back-and-forth, making you cry out his name. He wanted to feel you cum, to have your walls tight around him. Heizou licked hungrily at your neck, grunting against you as he savored the tension rising in your abdomen, indicating that you were nearing your climax. And when, at last, you freed yourself from that merciless knot, squeezing his member in sweet, pleasurable torture, Heizou released into you. His heartbeat echoed in his ears as his hand tenderly caressed your back, murmuring soft words against your neck, feverish kisses wetting your skin.
Heizou will help you wash, towel and dress, taking you back to your room to rest... Until the next round.
"I'd really like to start a family with you, Y/N."
That's what he'd said to you one night, as he cuddled you in bed after a session of passionate lovemaking. How could you refuse him? You felt ready, and so did he.
A month later, when you were suffering from persistent vomiting and exhaustion, Lyney decided to take you to see a doctor as a matter of urgency. How could he not be concerned, seeing you in this state for over a week? And why didn't Lynette seem more concerned about your condition? He didn't have time to ask himself these questions. Your health was all that mattered to him...
"Congratulations, you're pregnant." declared the doctor with a big smile. Lyney, sitting beside you, remained silent, his eyes wide with surprise, unlike yours, which had a smile stretching to your ears.
As you left the practice, you walked quietly through the streets of Fontaine, Lyney at your side. He hadn't said a word since you left the office... And that began to worry you. Did he regret it? "Lyney... ?" Whereas up until now, your gazes had fled each other, you put aside the fear knotting your stomach to confront him... And then, as you turned to face him, you saw them... His tears streaming down his cheeks... "Lyney! Why are you crying?! Don't... Don't you want this child?" Suddenly he took you in his arms, embracing you warmly as his face hid in the hollow of your shoulder. "Y/N... I promise I'll do anything to make sure our child has a wonderful life! I swear it! I'll take good care of him. Both of you. You'll never want for anything! *snif *. Thank you, Y/N. I love you, mon amour. I love you so much." It was your turn to cry, the pressure knotting your stomach disappearing with his words. Your arms wrapped around his neck. Yes, you were going to build your own home. A home filled with joy and happiness...
Lyney would be surprised to see you so clingy with him. To tell the truth, it was usually his job to be clingy. You didn't want him to leave your side or take his hand away from your skin... Pregnancy made you very emotional, and only Lyney's smell, his presence, his warmth comforted you... He never complained, and to tell you the truth, he loved it. Receiving free hugs or feeling you curl up around him like a koala when you slept always made him smile stupidly.
He'd obviously let Lynette and Freminet know, although both seemed to have already guessed your condition... He was happy to see his family accept your pregnancy with such joy. His sister and little brother were very close to you and, like Lyney before them, promised to do everything in their power to make their nephew's/niece's life a wonderful dream.
Lyney would bend over backwards to meet your needs. Pregnancy made you very greedy and your desires were sometimes... Wacky. Why were you suddenly craving a bowl of soba, a dish that was only served at Inazuma? No matter! He would learn to cook it to please you...
When you became pregnant, you and Lyney were just engaged. Seeing that your belly was getting rounder, Lyney thought you'd look gorgeous in a wedding dress. And he wasn't wrong... On your wedding day, when he first saw you in it, the harmonious curves of your belly making you even more sublime, he froze in front of your beauty. You were beautiful, as bright as the sun, as soft as spring, as gorgeous as the rainbow rose. He could hardly believe that this incredible being would not only be his wife, but also the mother of his child.
"Lyney!" Your husband gasped as he heard your angry voice calling his name. Your mood swings had been quite hazardous since your pregnancy, and your husband's slightest misstep sent you into a tizzy. "I told you not to leave your magic accessories lying around the apartment! I'm not asking you for heaven!" Lyney was quick to apologize, immediately putting his things away. After that, he always knew how to make amends, kissing every part of your face, massaging every sore spot on your shoulders, whispering words of love to you.
He loved to make you sit between his legs, tenderly caressing your belly to feel his child against his palms. He loved having you against him, your hands resting tenderly on his to guide him to the places where you felt the baby move. The first time he felt it, he marveled as children do at his magic tricks. He wondered if he knew that the hands on his mother's belly were those of his father, or if he recognized his voice... And you were sure he did, because every time Lyney spoke to him to tell stories, your baby seemed to react, bubbling in your belly. "Hey, mon petit ange, do you know how Daddy managed to seduce Mommy? No ? Then let me tell you a story~... It all started with a rainbow rose..."
Since you were pregnant, you had learned to knit. Lyney was silently raving behind the back of the sofa where you were sitting, humming a few nursery rhymes while you finished your work. Leaning back on the backrest, his chin resting on his arms, Lyney admired you with loving eyes, listening to the sound of your voice while you remained oblivious to his gaze, too focused on the little socks you were lovingly knitting. At that very moment, Lyney felt blessed by the gods... You were a true blessing in his life.
At times, Lyney was filled with doubt. His childhood had been miserable, he had never known the love of a parent, only the cruelty of Men. The hearth had given him and his sister a home and a family, but even so, Lyney hadn't had a childhood. Would he really be able to give his baby a happy childhood? Would he be able to preserve his innocence? He had promised himself to be strong, as a husband, but also as a father. He often discussed this with you, exposing his darkest fears. You were his light, always finding the right words to illuminate his darkest thoughts.
You were nearing the end of your pregnancy, and the contractions were becoming more and more present. Lyney, tormented by your suffering, stayed by your side, keeping you upright and helping you breathe deeply to ease the pain. As soon as the contractions subsided, Lyney took the time to help you sit up, then took care of your belongings. You were close to delivery and it was out of the question for you to take care of anything while he was around. The midwife was already aware of your close contractions thanks to Lynette, and Freminet kept an eye on you, occasionally refreshing your sweaty forehead. As soon as he was ready, Lyney called a carriage to take you quickly to the Fontaine maternity hospital. It had, quite literally, become a family affair...
Although the birth lasted only four short hours, Lyney was heartbroken to hear your cries of pain. The pain on your face made him lose his mind, and even though your hand was crushing his, he paid it no mind - after all, his pain was nothing compared to yours. All he wanted to do was encourage you and pray for the best... He was scared... Although Fontaine's technology ensured that pregnant women were well cared for, tragedies could still happen. Finally, when he heard the baby's first cries echoing through the room, he allowed himself to breathe. Crying his eyes out, he kissed your forehead several times, hoping to convey all the love he felt for you. "Bravo mon amour, you did it. You've done it. I'm proud of you..."
The first time Lyney saw his baby in your arms, his eyes would fill with tears, bellowing how beautiful he was and how much he looked like you... Almost hesitating to take his baby in his arms, Lyney trembled as he became aware of the reality of this being so small, so fragile... His child. Stars shone in Lyney's amethyst eyes as a happy smile stretched his lips. Gently, he placed a kiss on his baby's forehead, promising that he would always be by his side and do everything in his power to protect him.
Lyney will be an exceptional father. He will look after his child with care and tenderness, using his magic tricks to make his child's eyes shine with joy. As he promised, Lyney will do everything to make your life beautiful. He was a loving, caring, funny and magical father and husband...
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You heard the sound of a door closing, indicating that Lyney had just returned from his magic show at the opera. Abandoning everything you were doing, you rushed to the entrance to find him... No one. The living room perhaps? You quickly made your way there, finding your companion slumped in the armchair, admiring with a gentle smile the stuffed animal he held over his face. You had knitted it for your baby, modeling it on the amethyst-eyed cat he camouflaged in his top hat... Gently, you approached Lyney, gazing at his beautiful, moonlit features. When he finally noticed you, his face lit up as he lovingly whispered your name. His hand reached out to you, inviting you to sit on his lap. Your heart palpitated, happy to accept his attention. Maybe it was because you hadn't seen him all day, or maybe pregnancy and its hormones were making you feel unbearably lonely. Whatever the case, this sense of urgency led you to him at a run, your fingers curling tenderly around his.
"I've missed you, mon amour." Lyney helped you settle astride him, wrapping his arms around your waist. The warmth he radiated as he pulled you firmly back against his chest made you want more....
"I missed you too..." You whispered back to him, eager for his attention, wanting more than just a hug. You felt insatiable, on the brink. It had been weeks since you'd been thrilled by him, though the look in his eyes made it clear he wanted to claim you... Was it your belly that was stopping him? Had he built a wall between you and himself to prevent him from giving in to his deep-seated desires? Yet when he saw the need in your eyes, Lyney languorously moved one of his hands up to your hair, tracing a slow line down your back to your neck before following the path of your jaw. Once he reached your hair, he gently grabbed a tuft, bringing your face close to his, your lips brushing lightly against his. Aaaah~ You could already feel him hard against your groinâŠ
"Y/N, if you look at me with those eyes.... I don't know if I could hold it in... But I don't know if it's wise for me to make love to you in your state, ma chérie... Tell me to stop if you don't want it to get out of hand..."
Grabbing his shirt, you closed the distance between you and his lips, kissing him with need, your hips pressing a little harder against his erection. You needed him as much as he needed you... Now!
"I asked the midwife about it... She said it was safe..." You murmur against his lips before diving back into your kiss. That man was so weak under you...
Lyney took the time to prepare you with his fingers, encouraging your hips that moved sensuously to the rhythm of his hand working you languorously. Your companion always went slowly with his foreplay, starting first with teasing caresses on your clitoris before inserting a finger then two between your walls. His thumb, which was not devoid of agility, massaged your swollen nerve, almost making you moan loudly into his neck. Lyney was never silent during your intercourse, even when he wasn't yet sheathed inside you, he felt a torturous pleasure just by hearing the sounds you produced under his ministrations... Your belly had taken on a few curves with the pregnancy, and Lyney took a malicious pleasure in caressing it with his free hand, whispering words of love to you.
"Y/N~ Seigneur... I love you, ma chérie. I love you both... When I think that you- Hm! - carrying my child... It drives me crazy! I don't know why- Ahh~ - it puts me in such a state!" His hips crushed your heart as he withdrew his fingers to unbutton his pants, freeing his painfully hard, engorged member. "If you weren't already pregnant, I'd make sure you were tonight!"
"Ly-Lyney!" You cried out in pleasure as he began to penetrate you inch by inch, making you tremble on top of him. It felt so good it made you dizzy.... Lyney clung to you, rocking your hips with his hands to help him reach the bottom. You were so tight around him that he was sometimes forced to stop to help you relax.
"Relax mon amour... I don't want to hurt you... Ah! You're tight!" When he finally reached the bottom, Lyney stroked your back limply, his face buried in the hollow of your neck. You were both panting, drenched in sweat and trembling. The clothes still on you were becoming suffocating and you had to pull away from him to get rid of your top and bra. As you did so, your eyes never left Lyney's, who mimicked your actions, throwing his own clothes away before pulling your face towards him. His tongue forced your lips open, tangling with need around yours. It was a sloppy kiss, fueled by the desire you had for each other. This simple fact made your lover far more needy, his member trembling inside you. No longer having the patience to wait, you slowly lifted your hips, leaving only the tip of his sex inside you, before moving back down to the guard... It was a languorous dance, where your breaths served as music.Â
Lyney would move slowly, his member touching the deepest, most sensitive parts of your femininity. He'd manage to make you see the stars with so little effort, sometimes changing your position to sit in reverse cowgirl or simply tipping you gently over onto the living room table, legs braced on his shoulders as he sensually pounded you. Your pleas drove him mad, always asking for more... And by the seven, he loved it.
After your escapades, Lyney would make a point of carrying you to bed, cleaning you thoroughly with a warm towel and kisses lost on your skin. You quickly fell asleep under his gentle caresses, giving him the opportunity to whisper words of affection to your belly. His hands tenderly cradled your belly as he rested his head on it, feeling the slight movements of his little one.
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and why would an angel rescue me from hell? good things do happen dean. not in my experience. i'm not here to perch on your shoulder. i was getting too close to the humans in my charge. you. to everything there is a season. you made an exception for me. you're different. for what's worth, i would give anything not to have you do this. i learned my lesson while i was away, dean. i serve heaven, i don't serve men and i certainly don't serve you. but you guys aren't supposed to be there, you're not in this story. yeah, well, we're making it up as we go. i'm hunted, i rebelled and i did it all, all of it, for you. so what i'm thelma and you're louise and we're just gonna hold hands and sail off this cliff together? i need your help because you're the only one who'll help me. that's a pretty nice timing, cas. we had an appointment. what happened to you cas? you used to be human, or at least like one. but cas, you'll call right? if you get into real trouble? this is cas, guys. he has gone to the mat cut and bleeding for us so many freaking times, don't we owe him the benefit of the doubt at least? it sounds so simple when you say it like that, where were you when i needed to hear it? i was there, where were you? i'm doing this for you, dean. i'm doing this because of you. but we were family once, i would've died for you, i almost did a few times. i've lost lisa, i've lost ben and now i've lost sam. don't make me lose you too. cas, you child, why didn't you listen to me. you used to fight together, bestest of friends, actually. if you remember, then you know you did the best you could at the time. the very touch of you corrupts. when castiel first laid a hand on you in hell he was lost. i'd rather have you, cursed or not. well, i'll go with you. i prayed to you cas, every night. cas, we're getting out of here, we're going home. i mean you kept saying you didn't think it would work, did you not trust me? cas, it's me. we need you, i need you. i won't hurt dean. cause you didn't trust me? you didn't trust me. please, man, i need you here. nobody wants him here more than i do. you gave us an order, castiel, and we gave you our trust. don't lose it over one man. you really believe we three will be enough? we always have been. his true weakness is revealed. you draped yourself with the flag of heaven but ultimately, it was all about saving one human. i'm glad you're here, man. how are you, dean? and then you'll kill the angel, castiel. now that one, that i suspect would hurt something awful. and when you turn, everyone you know, everyone you love, they could be long dead. everyone except me. i'm not gonna send lucifer into battle inside cas, what if he doesn't make it? it's not an it, sam. it's cas. but you're always there, you know? i could go with you. you mean too much to me, to everything. i'm gonna cure you of your human weakness, same way i cured my own. it's a gift, you keep those. you mean we? yes, dumbass, we. we lost everything and now you're gonna bring him back. we got cas back, that's a pretty damn big win. just don't get dead again. it's good to hear your voice. so this is goodbye? but i swear if he did something to her, if she's- then you're dead to me. either get on board or walk away. i don't know what's god and what isn't, and it's driving me crazy. dean, you asked what about all of this is real. we are. you used trust me, give me the benefit of the doubt, now you can barely look at me. i think it's time for me to move on. you didn't deserve that. since when do we get what we deserve? maybe if you didn't just up and leave us. i left but you didn't stop me. i should've stopped you. you're my best friend but i just let you go. and i forgive you, of course i forgive you. i'm sorry it took me so long, i'm sorry it took me til now to say it. you did it cas. okay, cas, i need to say something. you don't have to say it, i heard your prayer. well, here's to being right. you know what every other version of you did after gripping him tight and raising him from perdition? they did what they were told, but not you.
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// HEATWAVE! // T FUSHIGURO
a/n: first post on tha new blog !!! eeee !!! this is dedicated to the lovely mickey @teddybeartoji <3 ty for being my FIRST OFFICIAL MOOT ! MY DAYONE ! take a lil soft!toji fic pls and thank u đ€Č
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summary: tired grumpy bf!toji is needy and annoying w/o cuddles. cw: nsf(w) ment, plus some tooth-rotting fluff <3
cuddling with toji was becoming a rare occurrence.
it was mid-july and swelteringly hot outside, even in the wee hours of the night. the a/c in your shared apartment was threatening to give out, and the shitty fan toji sloppily assembled did little to improve matters. so, deviating from your usual routine, you and toji fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed.
toji noticed the distance immediately, cracking one eye open to find you not curled into his side, like usual. the sight of you dead to the world, hair messily splayed across the pillow was enough to make his heart flutter. but even still, a frown tugged at the corner of his lips.
because goddammit, you did not get him used to this "cuddling" shit just to bail on him now.
you and toji met months ago at the dawn of fall, when the days were getting shorter and the nights were growing colder. your relationship was initially a fateful coincidence, a grocery store meet-cute that was as romantic as it was awkward. his series of brazen pick-up lines went right over your head (surely, you assumed, no one would tell you how good you'd look receiving backshots in the fucking frozen food aisle) but you still ended up giving toji your number that day.
and he's never been a religious man, but he was praising every god in the damn sky that you did.
one date was all it took for both of you to be locked in. he was a bad habit, an itch you couldn't help but scratch, irresistible. he was reckless, cocky at best and an asshole at worst, everything you weren't. needless to say, dating toji was against your better judgment. but for him, being with you was the first good decision he's made in a long time.
that's not to say things were perfect, or even easy. being with someone like you was so unfamiliar for someone like toji. loving you came as easy as breathing, but choosing you, choosing to work towards being a better version of himself... that was hard as shit. even small things took time, like physical intimacy. his body count was through the roof, so he had no issue when it came to having sex with you - but affection was a whole different story. it made him feel like he was in someone else's skin, someone weaker, someone who needed to be taken care of. it took til' mid-december, when the temperatures were practically sub-zero and frost crusted the ground, to get toji to warm up (no pun intended) to cuddling.
and now you'd gone and gotten him attached to this shit just to leave him high and dry?!
it didn't matter that your boyfriend was practically a walking furnace, heat radiating off of him in waves when he caged you in his strong arms. temperature be damned, toji thought, you started this, so you had to finish it.
"wake up." his gruff voice sounded out, a stark departure from the blanket of silence the night offered. when you only stirred slightly, he gave you a little shake. "oi, get y'r ass up. i'm talkin t' you."
at that firmer command, you rose your head, a displeased frown taking the place of your previous serene expression. "fushiguro, what in the ever-loving fuck are you doing waking me up at..." you paused, fumbling for your phone on the nightstand and checking the time. "...at three in the damn morning."
"don't gimme that shit. girl bye," toji grumbled, not sparing you so much as an apology for disturbing your sleep. you simply gave him a deadpan stare, making him scoff and roll over to his other side. "'s fine, not like i needed to hold ya to fall asleep anyway." he muttered bitterly into the pillow.
your eyes were already halfway closed when he turned around, but they immediately shot open when you heard his grumblings.
"what did you say? you need to cuddle me to fall asleep?" you perk up, pressing your hands on his shoulders to coax him into turning back around.
"i sure as hell didn't say 'cuddle'," he groused, but still turned around anyways. his voice might have sounded annoyed, but you knew your toji. the flicker of warmth in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.
"heh, you said it just now, dummy." you grinned as you snuggled up to toji's chest, earning a flick to your forehead from the man in question. but you were unbothered, simply humming, "thought ya didn't like cuddling."
"y'r makin' assumptions," toji grumbled, the low, gravelly timbre of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "now quiet down so i can sleep."
at that, you scoffed in playful offense. "so you can sleep? you literally just woke me u-" you started, but he silenced effortlessly by pressing his lips against yours in a lazy, heated kiss.
when he pulled away, chest heaving with each hot puff of air, you were warm from way more than just the heat outside.
"go the fuck to sleep before i put you to sleep myself." he growled out, but there was no malice in his words - more of an invitation than a threat.
deciding to resist temptation this time, you settled back into his hold, your back flush against his chest. as you began to fade back into sleep, you heard toji whisper out, "meant what i said, y'know that? can't... can't sleep w' out you now."
the next words out of your mouth were simple, but they were all it took to put him at ease.
"i know, toji."
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ENTRY #3 ⥠F. READER X GOJO SATORU // In the oceans so full, all I crave is blue.
contents: arranged marriage!au, slight misogyny â wc. 938
a/n: you voted, I deliver - an entry that might seem slightly out of place, slightly not relevant but it's important to the story, it shows the slow development.
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âIâm afraid I donât understand.â
You sat on an armchair, somewhat tensed despite the comfort of your own home and the soft cushions below you. In front of you sat a man. An arrogant grin plastered onto his objectively handsome features that somehow made you cringe at the sight. His mouth moved, he was speaking, over and over again telling the same story from a different angle and throwing facts at you that didnât quite make sense, no matter how many times they were replayed.
âItâs an offer,â he spoke again, his pearly white, perfectly straight teeth glimmered in the sharp sunlight that bounced off the glass in the frame containing your wedding picture. âThereâs a prestige tied to it, a status much more influential than your current last name could ever provide. I understand Gojo Satoruâs high position in the world of sorcery, but realistically, it doesnât benefit you the way it should.â
He was talking, confident and loud but you couldnât help but find him slightly sociopathic. Severely narcissistic. His sharp brown eyes were piercing through you and you could tell that every spasm of his muscles was forced, creating a fake illusion of some twisted version of kindness and gentleness. He moved in a way to appear more approachable, more inviting. You were taking in his form, clad in traditional kimono and hakama bottoms, oddly contrasting with his bleached hair and pierced ears. Thing is, there was nothing inviting about him.
âMy marriage is an arrangement made with the thought of the best interest for both mine and my husbandâs clan.â Your words flew out of your mouth a little too rough and yet, it was the first time you put a heavy accent onto the word that described who Satoru was to you right now.
âOf course it was,â the man chuckled. Evil. âBut you see, Satoru Gojo is an anomaly born for the first time in four hundred years. Probability of you bearing a child that would bring value to his, arguably extinct, clan is relatively low, if not zero. On the other hand, my technique is easily passed down in blood and strong as it is, even without considering the possible Ten Shadows awakening though I believe that the input of your cursed technique makes the chances that much higher.â
âForgive me my bluntness, Zenâin, but my marriage is finalized and I donât intend toââ
âYou donât understand, woman,â he snapped, harsh and rough and raised up to his feet a little too eagerly. Realizing that, he took a breath and walked towards the wooden dresser. His greedy hands snatched the picture framed in the constellation of intricate veins and leaves carved into the dark oak and his fingers run across the glass front. âThereâs nothing better you can do, than marrying me, one and only rightful heir of the Zenâin clan. Me, Naoya Zenâin, a man above all those weaklings around. Iâm a prodigy, a genius. Iâm the strongesââ
âI dare to disagree,â you cut the reckless spurt of nonsense leaving his lips. âI do recognize your strength and the values you represent, but as I already told you. My marriage is finalized, Iâm married to Satoru Gojo and, with all due respect, youâre not close to being the strongest.â You stood your ground, firmly and with confidence and as you approached the man, you gently took the picture from his hands. âAnd also, even if I were not tied to Satoru, I wouldnât allow myself to ever cross paths with a buffoon such as you, Naoya.â
âClearly, you donât know your place, do you?â He groaned, lowly and animalistically and it was a split second before his long fingers dug into the fat of your cheeks as he grabbed you by the face. âYou know whereâs a place of a woman? Three steps behind her husband. On her knees, ready to serve. Thereâs no other purpose for you than toââ
âIâll advise you to take your hands off my wife, Zenâin.â Another second and your husband was home, right next to you, appearing out of thin air. His large hand wrapped tightly around Naoyaâs forearm and their eyes meeting in a challenge. Despite the ice-cold tension in the air, Gojoâs face was neutral, amused almost. The corner of his lips twitched, lifting up just slightly as his unwavering gaze slowly pierced a crack into the arrogant mask of the guest.
âWeâre just talking,â he hissed through his teeth but allowed his fingers to relax, releasing your jaw.
âActually, it seemed as if you were leaving already,â you added calmly and it didnât take longer than two minutes until the doors closed and the blonde left, mumbling insults under his breath. You exhaled, deeply, allowing the tension to leave your body as you twisted the locks and itâs just at that moment when you realized how much relief and sense of safety your husband brought.
âCare to explain why was Naoya Zenâin in our house when I was out? I donât remember that visit being scheduled.â Satoru questioned and you let out a sigh, approaching him. With gentle hands you reached up to where the blindfold hung loosely around his neck and carefully pulled it up to cover the blue of his eyes.
âIâd love to know more than you do, but I donât,â you replied. âHe came uninvited, offered me marriage and didnât take rejection too well.â
âOffered you marriage?â He scoffed. âThe audacity.â
âDoesnât matter. I said no and he left. Thank you for showing up.â
âIâm fulfilling my duties. Thatâs all.â
âOf course, you are.â
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Read Chapter two - here [MASTERLIST]
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Pairing: dark!Joel Miller x Fem!reader
Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, BLOOD, Auctioning people, talks of BDSM, talks of virginity, talks of STD and STI tests, Dom and Sub dynamics, underage drinking (20), THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME
Summary: 20,000 dollars in student debt can lead to irrational decisions, like engaging in a questionable discussion when a friend who is knowledgeable about BDSM mentions an auction she's attending.
WC: 3.6K
A/n: the first of the new and improved version of my mister miller ficđ«¶đ»
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Cold and heartless, Dr. Richards, your financial aid advisor, was a stern woman. You had expected that, considering the difficulty of having to inform hundreds of students about whether they could afford to continue their college careers or not. Last week, you discovered an unpaid dues notice from the school when you were looking through your financial reports. You had thought that all your dues were covered by a creative writing scholarship and financial aid.
Dr. Richards set your papers down and sighed, taking off her glasses and looking at you with an unexpected hint of pity. "Would you like me to be kind or blunt?" she asked, her voice steady but softened by the weight of bad news.
Your hand slapped to your forehead instinctively as dread pooled in your stomach. "Blunt," you muttered, bracing yourself.
"You're $20,000 in debt," she continued without missing a beat. "The total cost of your first year was $40,000. $20,000 was covered through financial aid and the scholarship, but if you wish to continue, the remaining $20,000 has to be paid by the start of next semester."
Shock and anger twisted inside you, making your vision blur. "Three months?!" you exclaimed, your voice rising with panic. "How am I supposed to afford that? I can barely afford anything as it is."
Dr. Richards leaned back, her eyes holding a mixture of sympathy and resignation. "I understand this is difficult, but the reality is, you need to find a solution quickly. Perhaps a private loan, more scholarships, or even a part-time job."
The office walls seemed to close in around you, the air thick with the weight of impossible choices. You stood up, feeling the urgency of time slipping through your fingers. "I'll figure something out," you said, your voice a brittle whisper of determination.
As you stepped out into the corridor, the gravity of your situation bore down on you. The campus buzzed with the usual life of students, oblivious to your internal turmoil. Every step you took felt heavier, each echoes a reminder of the $20,000 chain now dragging you down.
Night fell as you wandered the campus, lost in thought. The familiar paths seemed alien, shadows stretching long and menacing under the flickering streetlights. Once you made it back to your cramped dorm room, you opened the door and flopped onto your bed without even glancing at your roommate, Faith.
"Whoa, are you okay?" Faith asked, concern lacing her voice.
You lifted your head from the bed just enough to reply. "Remember the financial notice I got last week? Turns out I'm $20,000 in debt, and I didn't even know. Ugh, I should have read the papers more thoroughly." You sunk your head back into the thin, scratchy comforter on your bed, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on you.
Faith sat down on the edge of her bed, her eyes wide with concern. "That's... a lot. What are you going to do?"
You sighed deeply, the sound muffled by the comforter. "I have no idea. Three months to come up with twenty grand? It feels impossible."
Faith was silent for a moment, the tension in the room thickening. Finally, she spoke, her voice a mix of determination and desperation. "We'll figure something out. There has to be a way."
You nodded weakly, and Faith gently moved your shoulders to get you to sit up. She sat next to you and nudged you playfully. "Maybe a sugar daddy? You're a hot 20-year-old with a banging body," Faith joked, her mischievous grin breaking through the tension.
You managed a small smile, though part of you wondered if she was actually being serious. Faith was always open about her sex life, unlike you. You were a virgin, but the thought of a sugar daddy did sound appealing in your desperate situation.
"Yeah, right," you replied with a chuckle, though the idea lingered in your mind longer than it should have. Faith's laughter filled the room, a momentary reprieve from the oppressive worry.
Faith stood up abruptly before walking to her laptop and bringing it over to you. "A Twilight marathon isn't going to fix this," she cut you off, her tone serious, as she settled beside you.
"I know, I know... but," she hesitated, her expression grave, "well, I might have a solution." With a look of persuasion, she showed you her laptop screen, displaying a website named 'Twisted Temptations.'
"Your BDSM club?" you blurted out, taken aback.
"Okay, okay, listen," Faith hurried to explain, sensing your shock and disapproval. "We're doing this auction... You get 10% of whatever they bid for you."
You stood there, frozen in disbelief, waiting for Faith to continue. "How do you think I paid for college and..." she paused, choosing her words carefully, "most don't even want sex. You should at least look at the application."
You shook your head, doubt clouding your thoughts. "I don't know, Faith. This is so out of my comfort zone."
Faith moved closer, her expression softening with concern and determination. "Listen, I wouldn't suggest this if I didn't think it was safe. The club is strict about boundaries. You set the limits, and they are respected. Plus, I'll be there to guide you through everything."
You glanced at the laptop screen, the application form open and waiting. The prospect seemed overwhelming, yet there was a glimmer of hopeâan unconventional solution to your daunting financial problems.
Faith sensed your hesitation and continued, "I know it's a big step, but think about the benefits. You need the money, and this way, you control what happens. You set your limits and preferences, and everything is mutually agreed upon with your partner. Trust me, you'll be safe."
You took a deep breath, considering her words. "But what if something goes wrong?"
Faith smiled reassuringly. "It won't. The club has strict rules and procedures to protect everyone involved. I'll help you with everythingâfilling out the application, setting your boundaries, and making sure you're comfortable. You won't be alone in this."
The weight of your financial troubles pressed down on you, and Faith's unwavering support felt like a lifeline. You sighed and sank onto the bed next to her. "Alright, I'll do it, but you have to help me. I don't want something to go wrong."
Faith's eyes lit up with excitement. "It won't," she assured you confidently. "Let's get started." She quickly filled in your name, age, and other essential details, then looked at you with a reassuring smile. "Okay, now we need to talk about your preferences and limits. This is really important."
You nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "What kind of preferences?"
Faith glanced at the screen, scrolling down to the next section. "Let's start with the basics. Are there any absolute no-go areas for you? Things you absolutely won't do?"
You bit your lip, feeling a flutter of nerves. "Well, I'm a virgin, but I'm ready to...you know, not be. I just don't want to do anything I'm not comfortable with."
Faith nodded, her expression serious but supportive. "That's totally okay. You can specify that you're new and what your limits are. Many people in the club respect that and will help you explore at your own pace."
She typed as she spoke, checking off boxes and filling in fields. "What about things like light bondage, sensory play, or role-playing? Have you ever thought about those?"
You blushed slightly, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. "I've never tried any of it, but I guess I could be open to light stuff. Nothing too intense to start."
Faith smiled encouragingly. "Perfect. We'll start with light bondage and sensory play. You can always update your preferences later as you get more comfortable."
She continued filling out the form, asking about your comfort levels with different activities, safe words, and any medical conditions or allergies. You answered as best as you could, relying on Faith's guidance and the snippets of information she'd shared with you over the years.
"Remember," Faith added, "most of what you like and don't like is decided mutually between the dom and sub. Communication is key. You'll discuss your limits and preferences with your partner beforehand, and you can always say no if something doesn't feel right."
Faith noted your availability and reviewed the application one last time. "Alright, I think we're all set. Ready to submit?"
You took a deep breath, nerves, and excitement swirling within you. "Ready."
Faith clicked the submit button, and the screen flashed a confirmation message. She turned to you with a grin. "Welcome to Twisted Temptations. You're going to be great."
As you sat there, a mix of relief and apprehension settling over you, Faith squeezed your hand. "Remember, you're in control. This is about exploring your boundaries and discovering what you're comfortable with. And I'll be here every step of the way."
You nodded, and Faith smiled. âThe auction will be held next week. Youâll need to get an STD and STI test done, and you desperately need to get something sexy.â
You gasped at Faith. âI own sexy clothes?â
Faith giggled and walked over to the closet. "Well, maybe not yet, but that's what I'm here for."
She flung open the closet doors and began rifling through your clothes. After a moment, she pulled out a baggy hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, holding them up with a look of mock horror. âUnless you plan on seducing someone with the allure of âNetflix and no chill,â we need to do some shopping.â
You couldnât help but laugh. âOkay, okay, point taken. But where am I supposed to find something sexy?â
Faithâs eyes sparkled with mischief. âLeave that to me. Weâll hit up the mall tomorrow, and by the time weâre done, youâll have an outfit thatâll make jaws drop.â
You felt a mixture of excitement and dread. âFine, but no leather. And nothing with feathers. Or sequins. Orââ
âRelax,â Faith interrupted, still laughing. âI know just the thing. Youâll be sexy, not sparkly.â
As Faith closed the closet doors with a flourish, she turned back to you, her expression turning serious. âBut seriously, the tests are important. We need to make sure youâre safe and everything is in order.â
You nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in again. âIâll make an appointment first thing tomorrow.â
Faith grinned and flopped down on the bed beside you. âGreat. Now, letâs watch a terrible rom-com to celebrate your big decision. Itâll be our last bit of normalcy before you become a sex goddess.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help but smile.
Faith and you decided to Uber to the auction. The city lights blurred past the window as you fidgeted with the hem of your newly purchased dress. Faith noticed your nerves and squeezed your hand reassuringly.
âAlright,â she said, her tone both calming and excited, âlet me walk you through whatâs going to happen tonight.â
You nodded, trying to focus on her words instead of the churning anxiety in your stomach.
âWhen we arrive at the venue, we'll check in at the front desk. They'll hand you your papers and auction number,â Faith explained. âThen, we can mingle and meet some of the other participants. It's like a real auction party, so don't be shy about striking up conversations.â
You took a deep breath, feeling slightly reassured. âAnd when does the bidding start?â
Faith grinned. âBidding starts at 10 PM sharp. That's when the real excitement begins.
As the Uber came to a stop outside the venue, I looked out the window at the unremarkable building that awaited me. Faith led the way, exuding confidence as she stepped onto the sidewalk.
Stepping into the venue, anticipation swirled around me like a gentle breeze, mingling with the soft melodies of background music. The interior whispered of understated elegance, with dim lighting casting enchanting shadows across the polished floors and plush furnishings. Faith guided you towards the check-in desk, where attendants bustled about with papers and pins. You exchanged a nervous glance, excitement bubbling beneath the surface as you approached the desk.
âWelcome,â greeted the attendant with a warm smile, âmay I have your names, please?â
You and Faith exchanged introductions before the attendant handed you each a set of papers and pins to attach to your dresses. With a playful grin, Faith nudged you and held up her pin, wiggling it teasingly.
âAlright, partner in crime,â she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, âletâs get these on and make sure weâre looking sharp for the auction.â
You chuckled, feeling a surge of affection for your friend as you both leaned in to help each other attach the pins to your dresses.Â
With your pins securely fastened, you and Faith made your way toward the main ballroom. The air seemed to buzz with an undercurrent of excitement and anticipation. As you approached the entrance, the grandeur of the room came into view.
The ballroom was a striking blend of opulence and decadence. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the space, illuminating velvet drapes in deep, sensual hues that lined the walls. The polished marble floors reflected the ambient light, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. Guests mingled in clusters, their laughter and hushed conversations weaving a tapestry of sound that filled the room.
At one end of the ballroom stood a grand stage, draped in rich, crimson fabric and adorned with luxurious golden trim. The stage was set for the auction, with a sleek podium at the center and rows of plush chairs arranged in front, ready for the eveningâs main event.
As you stepped further inside, the scene grew more intense. The guests were an eclectic mix, their attire ranging from sophisticated evening wear to daring, barely-there outfits that left little to the imagination. Leather, lace, and latex dominated the fashion choices, with some attendees adorned in intricate harnesses and collars, their outfits hinting at the BDSM theme of the event.
Faith squeezed your hand one last time before she was swept away by a familiar face, her confident stride never faltering. You stood there for a moment, feeling a sudden pang of anxiety as the crowd seemed to close in around you. The noise, the lights, the sheer number of peopleâit was all too much at once.
Your heart raced as you tried to navigate through the sea of faces, each one strange and intimidating. The grandeur of the ballroom that had seemed so captivating just moments ago now felt overwhelming. You took a deep breath, attempting to steady yourself, but the sensation of being out of your depth only intensified.
The guests were like nothing you had ever seen before. A man in an immaculate tuxedo strolled by, a jeweled mask obscuring his eyes, while a woman in a full-body latex suit and stiletto heels sauntered past, her movements deliberate and commanding. A couple nearby caught your eye: the woman wore a sheer, flowing gown, her partner trailing behind her on a leash, wearing nothing but leather shorts and a collar.
In one corner, a group of people had gathered around a figure suspended in a rope harness, their intricate knots both artistic and functional. Soft moans and murmurs of appreciation floated through the air as the person twisted slowly, lost in the sensations the ropes provided. Another attendee, dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, held a riding crop, playfully tapping it against their thigh as they chatted with a scantily clad submissive whose eyes never left the ground.
Guests lounged on plush sofas, some openly engaging in power play dynamics. A woman in a sleek corset held a leash attached to a submissive kneeling beside her, while another couple whispered intimately, their hands exploring each other's bodies with practiced ease. The atmosphere was charged with an erotic energy, a palpable sense of anticipation for what the night would bring.
As you continued to weave through the crowd, searching for a familiar face or a quiet corner, the overwhelming nature of the evening began to settle heavily on your shoulders. The mix of luxury and raw sexuality, the boldness of the guests, and the anticipation of what was to come all blended into a dizzying mix that left you feeling adrift.
In that moment, you longed for Faith's reassuring presence, her confident guidance. But she was somewhere amidst the throng, leaving you to navigate this new and intimidating world on your own. You felt a prickling sense of vulnerability, the realization that you were truly stepping into uncharted territory sinking in as you tried to steady your breath and find your footing in the extravagant chaos surrounding you.
So, like every college student in a social bind, you made a beeline for the bar. "Shit," you muttered, realizing you had left both your fake and real ID back in the dorm. Trying to muster some confidence, you approached the bar, hoping your outfit might be convincing enough. You sidled up next to a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair, dressed impeccably in a well-tailored suit. You could catch the faint scent of pine and campfire from his cologne.
Putting on your best flirty face, you addressed the bartender. He was the complete opposite of the man beside youâaverage height, slightly taller than you, skinny, tattooed, and wearing an ill-fitting button-up uniform top. His head was shaved clean. "One shot of Tito's, please," you said, playing with your hair in an attempt to seem older and more sophisticated.
The bartender chuckled. "ID, please?"
You leaned forward, arms together to emphasize your cleavage. "ID, really?" you said, trying to be as seductive as possible.
The bartender looked tempted but quickly shook his head. "No ID, no alcohol," he said firmly, turning away.
You groaned in frustration, which caught the attention of the man next to you. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He was older, that was clear, but he looked good. His stubble was neatly trimmed, his curly hair slicked back in a way that seemed both effortless and intentional, and his eyes were large and expressive.
"So, no ID?" he asked, his voice warm and slightly amused.
You smiled back. "No, but a girl can try."
He set down his glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light. "Well, how old are you then?"
"Twenty," you admitted, locking eyes with him.
Before you could continue the conversation, Faith appeared, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the bar. "What were you doing talking to Joel Miller?" she asked, her voice a mix of shock and concern.
You glanced back, watching Joel as he turned back to his drink. "Just chatting. Why?"
Faith handed you a pamphlet and opened it to a specific page. "Page four," she instructed.
As you skimmed the page, she continued, "Joel is... intense. He's someone to shy away from until you're more experienced. Trust me on this."
Your eyes widened as you read the details. "Intense" was an understatement. "So, who's the safe bet?" you asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Faith's face softened. "His brother, Tommy. He's more laid-back and a better choice for someone starting. You'll find him much easier to talk to."
You sighed, glancing back toward the bar. "Guess I dodged a bullet, huh?"
Faith smiled. "Yeah, you did. Now, let's find Tommy and get you introduced. He's around here somewhere."
Joel suddenly appeared as you and Faith navigated through the crowd, stopping you both dead in your tracks. "Tito's," he said, handing you a glass with a wry smile. He glanced at the number pinned to your dress before walking away, leaving you stunned.
"What was that about?" Faith immediately questioned, her eyes wide with surprise.
Before you could respond, a voice boomed from the auction podium. "May all the products please make their way backstage."
Faith turned to you, her expression shifting from curiosity to urgency. "We'll talk about this later. Right now, we need to get backstage."
Your heart pounded as you nodded, clutching the glass of Tito's Joel had given you. You downed it in one gulp, hoping it would calm your nerves, then handed the empty glass back to Faith. She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. "You'll be fine. Just remember what we talked about. You're in control."
With a deep breath, you joined the other "products" making their way to the designated area. The backstage was a flurry of activity, with organizers checking names and numbers, and participants adjusting their outfits one last time. The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of perfume mingled with the scent of leather.
An organizer approached you, checking your number against his list. "You're number 3, correct?" he asked.
"Yes," you replied, your voice barely audible over the din of conversation and last-minute preparations.
"Great. Just wait here until you're called," he instructed, pointing to a row of chairs along the wall.
You sat down, your mind racing. Faith's words echoed in your head: "You're in control. You decide your limits." The reality of what you were about to do began to sink in, but you steeled yourself, determined to see it through.
As you waited, you couldn't help but think about Joel. His unexpected gesture with the Tito's, the way he had looked at youâsomething about him intrigued and unnerved you. But Faith's warning was clear: he was intense, someone to be cautious around. Your thoughts were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.
"Number 3, you're up next," the organizer said.
You stood up, smoothed out your dress, and took a deep breath. As you stepped towards the stage, the curtain drew back slightly, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of the auction room. The ambient lighting cast a soft glow, illuminating the expectant faces of the bidders, their anticipation palpable in the air.
Stepping into the spotlight, you felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. The auctioneer's voice echoed in the room, commanding attention as he announced, "And now, presenting number 3, starting bid at $500."
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can i request a little bit of angst?
eddie is in his late twenties, finally got his shit together, a baby on the way with reader! and eddieâs OLDER brother shows up. heâs an asshole, exactly like their dad, tries hitting on reader, crashes on their couch, makes eddies life hell then it all comes to a head and they end up fighting!
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Happy ending
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If there was one thing in life Eddie didn't think he'd ever achieve, it was getting his life together. He never thought he'd make it out of the trailer park. And he definitely never thought he'd have a wife by his side and a baby on the way.
It took Eddie a long time to get on his feet. Selling drugs and living with his uncle was not the future he wanted for himself. He used his dirty money and got himself a shitty apartment, in the corner of the dirtiest neighborhood, but it was all his. And being on his own was something he could be proud about.
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He was living in that apartment for around five years when he met Y/N. She moved into the apartment next to him, struggling to carry boxes through the front door. Eddie was happy he lived on the first floor, easily walking out behind her, trying his best to not seem creepy.
She turned around and screamed as she saw him. A hand over her chest. Eddie jumped at the scream, hands in the air to show he meant no harm.
"I am so sorry! I just wanted to see if you needed help." He offered with the friendliest smile he could manage.
Who would have thought in three years, he would have been marrying that girl.
~~~
Marriage life was the best thing Eddie has experienced, and he felt that fatherhood would be the same. He never knew how badly he craved a family until he was on the path of creating his own. He could start fresh, start a new family tree of the Munson name. A name that didn't have to be originated from prisoners, dealers, and being poor. He wanted the Munson name to be carried on through generations, with all good things behind it. Having a wife like Y/N take his name, told him he had a strong beginning.
She was around six months, her belly growing by the day. Together they made enough to buy a small home, in a safer neighborhood. Nothing too flashy, but it was their home and it meant everything. Eddie gagged at the thought of a white picket fence but he loved seeing it shine in the morning sun when Y/N watered the plants.
The nursery was nearly finished. The walls painted baby pink, and the furniture white. Eddie's favorite bands posted on the walls. He claimed their daughter needed to get her music journey started right away.
Eddie was the happiest he's ever been until an unwelcome visitor showed up at his door.
Y/N knew everything about Eddie, except his family. She knew Uncle Wayne and that was all. She respected that Eddie was private about his family and that he didn't care to share who they are.
So Y/N stood in shock when an older man stood at her door, the same shade of brown as her husband. A similar smile on the man's face, and a slightly bigger version of Eddie's nose.
"I'm looking for my brother," the man stated, looking her up and down. A tiny smirk on his face. But his smirk didn't give her butterflies, it made her stomach turn in a bad way.
She screamed for Eddie, a polite smile on her face. The longer Eddie took the more nervous she got.
"How far are you?" The man questioned, his hand reaching for her stomach.
She took a big sigh of relief when Eddie's hand shot out and stopped the man's touch from touching her. He stood in front of her. Completely blocking her view from the stranger.
"Little E, how the hell are you?" The stranger asked
"What are you doing here?" Eddie snapped. She watched as his body was stiff, she slipped her hand in his back pocket and stood on the side of him.
"Got out of jail, needed a place to crash. Wayne is going out of town and doesn't trust me alone in his place." The man rolled his eyes as he finished his sentence.
"I don't blame him since the last time you did you trashed it," Eddie said, his jaw was tight and his face was hard.
"Come on, E, help a brother out."
~~~
Eddie wasn't sure why he said yes, but he already regretted it watching the way his brother's eyes were glued to his wife.
"Quit staring," Eddie snarled, using his foot to kick him under the table.
Y/N hummed in the kitchen as she checked the chicken. Trying her best to keep her attention off of the two men at the dining table. She felt her body shudder underneath Michael's stare.
"Quite a woman you got there," Michael said, sipping on his beer
Eddie didn't say anything, accepting the silence instead.
Y/N smiled as she placed the food on the dinner table. Putting together a plate for Eddie and placing it in front of him.
"Gonna make me a plate, pretty girl?" Michael winked, his hand reaching forward to her wrist. She gulped and looked nervously at Eddie.
"Leave her alone." Eddie snapped
Michael put his hands up in surrender, making his own plate.
The three sat in silence.
~~~
Michael has been crashing on the couch for the past week, and every day he was getting on Eddie's last nerve.
Y/N worked from home and spent most of the day in her office, Eddie worked at a car dealership. He hated leaving for work and leaving her alone with Michael. He didn't trust Michael but Eddie's boss would also kick his ass for not showing up.
He kept his phone on him at all times, reminding Y/N to call the second she needed him to come home.
~~~
Michael said he found a friend to crash with and would be leaving shortly. Asking Y/N if she would help him clean his clothes and pack up his belongings. She honestly felt too scared to tell him no, silently scooping up his clothes and bringing them to the small laundry room. She excused herself to head into the shower. Eddie would be home within minutes so she felt safe to be in a vulnerable state, checking twice to make sure the door was locked.
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Eddie pulled up in the driveway, bracing himself for another night of trying not to kill Michael with his bare hands. He walked in to see his house trashed, the cushion torn apart, and the cupboards all thrown open, he heard shuffling around in the bedroom. He raced to the noise to see Michael digging through their drawers.
"What the fuck? Are you trying to rob us?" Eddie asked in disbelief, Michael's backpack was filled with random items. Eddie yanked the bag out of his grip, dumping it all out on the bed.
He felt his blood boil when Y/N's ring fell out. But once his brain caught up with seeing the ring, his blood felt cold. She ONLY took it off when she was in the shower. Eddie turned his eyes to Michael, immediately shoving him against the wall.
"Where did you grab the ring?" He prayed with everything in him that she left it in the bedroom.
"She had it sitting on the bathroom counter, she couldn't see me with her back to me. Really hit the jackpot there, Eddie. Shes' smoking."
Eddie felt his stomach turn, he felt like he could throw up at any moment.
"You fucking pig. Don't talk about her." Eddie barked, twisting Michael's shirt in his grip.
"A really nice ass, I bet her tits ar-" But Eddie kicked Michael in the stomach before he could finish.
~~~
Y/N heard a commotion in the bedroom, fear in her stomach as she got covered herself in a towel and called Wayne. Racing out of the bathroom to see Eddie on top of Micahel, screaming and punching.
"OH MY GOD, EDDIE" She panicked, she knew getting in the way would put the baby in danger, but she has never seen Eddie so out of control.
The sound of her scream caused Eddie to freeze, and both men looked to see her.
"Eddie, stop," She said calmly. She placed her hand out, offering him to stand up. He took a deep breath and got off of Michael. Grabbing his bag and throwing it on him.
"You are out." Eddie snarled
Michael coughed as he tried to move his beaten-up body. Eddie rolled his eyes and dragged Michael to his feet.
"I have his clothes," Y/N said, quickly running out to the laundry room.
Michael smirked as Eddie looked over at him.
"What asshole?" Eddie asked.
"I see why you knocked her up. When she was bent over that washing machine." Michael groaned, rubbing himself over his jeans.
Eddie lost it again, immediately throwing his body on his.
Y/N came back with the clothes to see Michael unconscious, but the look in Eddie's eyes was unrecognizable.
She didn't fear him, but she was worried for him.
She breathed a sigh of relief when Wayne came through the door, yanking Eddie off of Micahel.
"Hey, hey, look at me," Wayne instructed, grabbing the sides of Eddie's face, forcing his eyes to look at him.
Eddie's body was shaking, his knuckles cut open, and his breathing was quick and harsh.
Eddie locked his eyes on Waynes, allowing himself to calm down.
"I'll take care of him, hug your wife and go clean up."
Eddie listened in seconds, turning around to throw himself in his wife's arms. Allowing her to hide in his neck. She rubbed his back and cooed in his ear.
She took him to the bathroom to clean up his hands. Kissing each knuckle as she cleaned the blood.
"I'm sorry I let him stay here." Eddie sighed, he couldn't believe he was that dumb. He watched Wayne do the same thing with Eddie's dad for years, and yet he did the same thing.
"Don't be. You wanted to help and that was sweet of you." She said, standing between his legs as he sat on the counter.
They heard the front door close, Wayne and Michael officially gone.
"I'm sorry my family is a mess, this I why I never wanted you to know them." He added. His hands reached down to rub her stomach.
"Wayne is your family, I'm your family, and she is your family. That's the only family I care to know. Wayne raised the man I love and he is the only one I need to know. I have the two best Munsons in my life." She said, leaning up to peck his lips.
"Well, I get to have three." He smiled, kissing her back and his hand stayed on her stomach.
This was his real family.
~~~
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Change Of Heart
The Middle - Part Four
Note - coming at you a day early, so I hope thatâs okay đ this chapter is a ride and I pray you wonât be too hard on our girly. Sheâs been through a lot and has a lot of emotions and also people arenât angles 100% of the time (unless your name is Mason) so itâs normal for someone to have a strop. Sorry I really feel like Iâm explaining myself here but Iâm just scared youâll hate her. This chapter also involves a song and Iâve added a thing so you can listen along to the version I was thinking about đ„° LOVE YOU GUYS FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED AS ALWAYS đ©·đ
Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader
Word count - 6.6K
Warnings - series contains angst & fluff
They say you always hurt the ones you love, and even though you never meant to hurt Mason, there always seemed to be moments over the years when youâd take your moods out on him.
You knew he was upset, but he always took it in his stride and let you have your strop before accepting your apology straight away no matter how much you didnât deserve it. Not wanting to be moody with each other now you didnât see each other as much but after youâd calmed down it didnât make you feel any less guilty.
Moving to Manchester was everything you thought it would be and more.
Now youâd been promoted you could afford your own house up here and you made sure it had enough bedrooms so there was a spare for when Mason or your family wanted to visit and you felt incredible that you could provide for yourself and Gee all on your own.
Mason helped you move and unpack but he couldnât stay more than one night as he had to go back to London and back to training but you were grateful for his help nonetheless and happy that he was finally onboard with such a big change.
It was the perfect fresh start, and you knew no one here so you made sure you made a few connections by joining a mummy and baby group in hopes of making some mum friends and on the first day you met Ell. It was her first day with baby Tommy and by the end of the hour you were becoming fast friends. Ell having lived in the area her whole life and she promised to take you under her wing and be there for you. Even skipping the class sometimes so you could take the babies out for lunch and have a gossip.
You saw and spoke to Mason as much as you could but you knew things had changed. FaceTime wasnât the same as seeing him in person but the season was soon ending and youâd even managed to make it back down for his last game of the season. Watching on proudly as he picked up his second player of the season award and you knew it had meant a lot to him for you to be there.
It was the least you could do, Mason always sacrificing himself for you and you knew you werenât always the best to him. Blaming your bad moods on being tired due to work and the stress of raising a child on your own in a place where you hardly knew anyone but Mason always took you as you came just like he had your whole life.
You loved your life up in Manchester though. Quiet nights spent with just you and Gee cuddled on the sofa as you told her how long youâd waited for her to come and everything you wanted to do together. Watching her grow and learn new things everyday as you learnt more about yourself in the process and when she wasnât in your arms you didnât feel whole.
You had been living in your house for around three months when Mason first came to stay for a few nights. It was a bit last minute and you had made plans to go out with your new work colleagues to get to know them a bit better but Mason assured you it was fine and that he would stay with Gee that night rather than her usual babysitter.
Gee was around ten months old now and Mason couldnât believe how much sheâd changed since he last saw her. His eyes filling up as he held her to his chest and you melted at the way she clung to him. Even though they didnât get to see each other too often it was so lovely to see how strong their bond was. Mason eventually pulling you into his arms so you could all cuddle together by the front door and you didnât miss the way your shoulders relaxed at his touch. Trying your hardest to not bury your face into his shoulder as youâd missed him so much but you pulled back and smiled at him sweetly.
âGo sit, Iâll grab you a drinkâ you told him and him and with a quick kiss to your cheek he made his way into the living room whilst you headed just down the hall to the kitchen to flick the kettle on.
You could hear Mason from the kitchen, letting Gee babble away at him as he tried to respond back to her with the noises sheâd just made and as the kettle boiled, you popped your head around the corner so you could watch them. Masons back to you so he had no idea you were listening in but he was sat with Gee practically on his chest and you smiled softly at them as they made silly faces at each other.
You loved getting to see them bond, knowing how much Gee loved Mason already even though you didnât get to see him as much, but soon enough her incoherent mumbles turned into actual words.
âDadaâ
âOh⊠oh no Iâm not your dada babyâ he whispered, his voice sounding sad and your heart broke a tiny bit. Mason was more of a dad to Gee than anyone and the feeling of her not having that vital person in her life for her early years upset you more than you thought it would, but it was no match for the words that were about to come out of Mason's mouth. âI wish I was though, Gee. Iâd do anything for you, you know that right?â He whispered. âAnd I love your mummy so so much. More than I could ever tell you⊠or her. Trust me, I tried once and it did not go wellâ he laughed.
You felt overwhelmed, stood in shock as you watched him confess his feelings for you to your baby in a soft voice so you didnât hear but he clearly had no idea you could hear every word as he carried on talking. âIt hurts you know? Knowing your person doesnât quite see you as theirs but itâs okay. Iâve learnt to let her go and let her be happy, even if itâs not because of me. Sheâll find her person one day and maybe I can learn to love someone like I love her. Like give someone else what Iâve always wanted to give her. I think Iâd make a pretty good boyfriend if I let myself be one. And I think Iâd make a good dad too, like Iâm not that bad am I?â He asked her and the excited yelp that left her little mouth made you smile even though your heart was breaking.
âThanks Gee, you always know what to sayâ he laughed. âWho knows, maybe I can give you some cousins one day?â
He still loves me. After all this time he still loves me.
Youâd always had a feeling Mason still liked you more than he should, but hearing him say it again to your little girl hurt. The fact that he was keeping it under wraps still gave you mixed feelings but clearly he didnât want you to know as he was dealing with it in his own way so you figured youâd let him carry on.
You loved Mason, you just werenât in love with him. If there was a way you could have flicked a switch to turn those feelings on then youâd do it in a heartbeat but all you knew right now was that you had to pretend like you hadnât heard anything for the sake of your friendship. Knowing heâd leave if he knew you knew and you liked things exactly as they were.
You shook it off and made him his coffee just how he liked it. Carrying it into him quietly and when he smiled up at you in thanks you knew he didnât know youâd overheard. Carry on talking to you without a care in the world as he played with Gee. You felt awkward though, no knowing what to say to him as a feeling of guilt settled into your tummy.
âI need to go get readyâ you told him eventually. Making your way upstairs so you could start doing your hair and applying your makeup away from his big brown eyes and silly dimples but you were still thinking about what heâd said to Gee. The way he was still in love with you but just carried on and hid it like he was doing made you feel so confused
You were halfway through doing your makeup when you heard him walking up the stairs, his voice low as he told Gee heâd find you for her and after a quick knock at your door you let him know it was safe to come in.
âSee Gee, I told you she was hereâ he cooed as he rounded the corner into your room and you sent her a smile as she looked your way. âSorry, she didnât believe me when I told her you were up hereâ he laughed and you could see Gee sending you a huge smile back now.
âThatâs okayâ
âAre you alright?â He asked as he took a seat on the edge of your bed but you just nodded your head. Still unsure as to what you should say to him. âYou sure? You seem quietâ
âIâm fine, just nervous. You know what Iâm like with big groups of peopleâ you half lied but you could see him nodding away behind you in the mirror.
âYouâll be fine, I promiseâ he smiled before his eyes were flickering around your room. âAre you gonna wear that dress? He quizzed, nodding over to the one youâd hung up on the outside of your wardrobe and you nodded in response. âThat's always been my favourite on youâ he beamed and you felt your tummy drop at his comment.
He let you get ready a little while after. Taking Gee downstairs so he could pop on the dancing fruit video she seemed to love so much to keep her entertained but when you came back down ready to leave you could see the disappointment and confusion all over his face that youâd chosen something different to wear.
Mason still showered you with compliments and helped you put on your necklace. His face beaming at the fact you still wore his gift after all these years but little did he know you felt lost without it.
Ever since heâd given it to you that fateful night you very rarely took it off as you felt like he was always with you when you had it on and even though things may have taken a weird little turn tonight there was no way you were leaving the house without it.
After a long goodbye with Gee you managed to make it out the door. Hopping in a taxi to take you to a restaurant nearby and as soon as you were inside your worries disappeared. You loved your new team and there were only around six of you so you were able to chat with all of them with no one feeling left out and really connect in a way you canât do everyday in the office.
You checked your phone periodically but nothing had come through from Mason so you just figured the pair of them were having a lovely time and focused on getting to know your new colleagues.
Youâd just finished up dessert when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. Quickly reaching for it to see Mason's face filling up the screen so you excused yourself just off to the side so you could answer.
âMase, everything alright?â You asked, thinking he was just updating you quickly but the beat of silence on his end made your tummy drop.
âHey, yeah no listen. Itâs Gee. Sheâs been all grizzly since you left and I thought it was just her being moody but sheâs had a temperature all night and-â
âShe what? A temperature? Why didnât you tell me earlier?â you asked. Your tone sounding panicked as your tummy dropped and the thought of Gee being unwell and needing you while you were out.
âWell I didnât wanna ruin your night out and I thought sheâd be fine but sheâs getting really upset and-â
âIâm coming backâ you told him. Hanging up the phone so he didnât have a chance to answer before grabbing your things and making a swift exit. You didnât want to cause a fuss so you quietly let your assistant know and slipped away before anyone could say anything before making your way back home ready to tear Mason a new one.
When you first walked in, the sight you were met with would have usually warmed your heart. Gee laid on Mason's chest with her head smooshed into his neck as he rubbed her back but you could see her eyes were red from crying and her little nose looked flushed.
Mason on the other hand looked frozen in fear. Looking up at you like heâs was scared you were about to rip his head off but you paid him no mind. Slipping your jacket off before storming over so you could gently lift Gee from him. Thankfully Mason didnât put up a fight but your plan to just completely ignore him and go upstairs was thwarted when he began to speak as you turned to leave.
âI gave her some calpol about half an hour ago, itâs taken her temperature down a bit but she might-â
âI donât need you to tell me how to look after my babyâ you snapped. Turning to face him and if you werenât so furious and worried you might have felt bad for how youâd spoken to him. âI told you to call me if someone was wrong so why didnât you?â
âCause I-â
âNo Mason! Thereâs no excuseâ you cried but your loud voice had stirred Gee awake and her bleary eyes were right on Mason.
âCome on Gee, letâs go to bed. We can cuddle for a little bit, okay?â You whispered, walking straight towards the door but her tiny hands Were grabbing straight for the boy you furious with.
âDadaâ
âNo, Uncle Masons going to his roomâ you told her. Loud enough so Mason could hear and as soon as he was out of Geeâs sight she began to cry hysterically. âCome on Gee, itâs okay. Mummyâs here nowâ you told her trying to do anything you could to soothe her but nothing was working.
Guilt flooded you for the second time that day but now it was for a different reason. You were still feeling a little awkward about earlier and knew you shouldnât have snapped like you did as he was just trying his best, but the idea of Gee being sick scared you and Mason was the only one around to take it out on.
You figured she was crying just because she felt so sick but when Mason appeared in your doorway around ten minutes later, the two of you looked up and over to him and only then she began to calm down as she reached for him. It was at that moment you realised she was upset because she thought Mason had left her.
He didnât say a word, just came and sat in front of you so he could hold Geeâs hand and her sobs disappeared almost immediately. His big brown eyes flashing to yours but they were back on Gee almost instantly as a look of worry washed over him.
âLay down, I think itâs best you stay here. She wonât stop crying otherwiseâ you told him quietly but he seemed hesitant.
âOh I-â
âJust do it⊠pleaseâ you told him softly. âI need to get ready for bed and Iâll be backâ you gulped and with that you grabbed your things and went to the bathroom. Not taking too long to get changed and take your makeup off before you were rushing back to them. Gee now wide awake and looking up at Mason as he tried his best to make her smile but you noticed he toned it down as soon as you were back. Laying her on the bed in the middle of the pair of you so you could both look at her but you kept silent as you watched her giggle at Masons silly faces.
âWhy does she keep touching your lips?â You asked quietly after a while. Not missing the way her little chubby fingers were repeatedly reaching up for his mouth and you noticed his cheeks turn pink as he tried not to smile.
âI think she wants me to sing her our songâ
âYour song?â
âYeah, whenever I put her down for naps or to sleep I always sing to her. Iâve been singing to her a lot tonight to try and cheer her upâ He giggled nervously and you felt your heart melt for him just that little bit more.
âYou never sing for meâ
âThatâs cause you said my voice sound like nails in a blenderâ he joked, his eyes flashing up to yours but he clearly didnât know where he stood still so he was quick to look away.
âWell even so, Gee obviously likes it. You should sing to her now. It might help her sleepâ
âI donât knowâŠâ
âCome on, sheâs practically begging youâ you encouraged and you knew you were breaking him down.
âWell I canât do it with you watching meâ he laughed, embarrassment written all over his face so you did the only thing you could think of and rolled over to your other side so you were facing away from the pair of them and the sound of his little laugh before he cleared his throat made you smile.
âI would take the stars out of the sky for you
Stop the rain from falling if you asked me toâ
You knew the song immediately. One of your mumâs favourites that she would listen to at home but listening to Mason sing it so softly to your baby gave the lyrics a whole new meaning and you felt every hair on your body standing up as you listened on.
âI'd do anything for you, your wish is my command
I could move a mountain when your hand is in my handâ
You could hear the smile in his voice, and hear the laugh coming from Gee as she listened to him. Your eyes filling up almost instantly as he sounded so sincere and you couldnât believe how lucky you were to have a friend like Mason who gave his all for a child that wasnât even his.
âWords cannot express how much you mean to me
There must be some other way to make you see
If it takes my heart and soul, you know I'd pay the price
Everything that I possess I'd gladly sacrificeâ
You knew he meant every word he was singing just by the tone of his voice and as the song took on a whole new meaning to you, you felt your eyes spillover as you heard your baby giggling.
âOh, you to me are everything
The sweetest song that I could sing
Oh, baby, oh, babyâ
You couldnât take it anymore. Turning round to look at him and his eyes flashed to yours immediately. The bridge of his nose a deep red still as he was clearly a little embarrassed youâd heard him sing but to you it was the most beautiful thing youâd ever heard.
âIâm sorry Maseâ you whispered. âI didnât mean to have a go earlier, I was just worriedâ you told him. Eyes filling with tears again as you took in his guilty face but soon enough his own face looked just as miserable as you felt.
âI know love, itâs okayâ
âNo itâs not. I was awful to you when all youâve ever done is look after us. You know I trust you with Gee 100% and Iâm sorry if I made you feel at differentâ you gulped. âI see it every day how much you love her and we really donât deserve youâ
âY/n, itâs fine. I should have told you earlier I just wanted you to have a good night and I thought I could do itâ
âYou did though Mase. You did everything right, see?â You smiled. Motioning down to Gee who was laying there as happy as Larry but you could tell from the yawns she was ready for sleep. âShe just needed a little bit more time for the medicine to kick in but sheâs alrightâ
âI was just worriedâ he told you. His bottom lip wobbling and it really hit you how much this whole evening had upset him.
âI know you wereâ you sighed. Picking up a now barely awake Gee so you could place her in her crib next to you before turning back to Mason with your arms open for him. âCome hereâ
He didnât need to be told twice. Shuffling over and laying his head on your chest so you could hold him while stroking his hair and you felt him deflate in your arms.
âI really am sorry, Masonâ you whispered in his ear. âI was just worried too but I shouldnât have spoken to you like thatâ
âI know you were. Thatâs why I didnât want to call you, which I know is stupidâ he sighed. âAre we okay? I feel like youâve been avoiding me all dayâ
You felt even worse now knowing heâd picked up on your mood but there was no way you were telling him how youâd overheard him earlier so you just nodded your head. Wracking your brain for some sort of excuse to tell him but you were coming up short.
âWeâre okay, Mase. Iâm really sorry for how Iâve acted today Iâve just been a bit stressed lately but itâs not your faultâ
âOkayâ he whispered. Kissing just over your heart as that was the only place he could reach and you felt your heart flutter at his softness and the love you felt for your best friend. âGimme five minutes and Iâll go back to my roomâ
âDonât go, Iâm comfyâ you whispered. Hearing him chuckle as he held you tighter but soon enough he was getting heavy and you knew heâd fallen asleep.
You didnât have big arguments, but when you fell out it was usually your fault. But Mason being Mason always forgave you even when you didnât feel like you deserved it.
You did your best to forget about Mason's confession and as the months passed you managed to get back into your normal routine with him. You and Gee still cheering him on from the sidelines but this season was turning out to be even weirder than the last.
The season wasnt over yet but it had been really tough for Mason. Ever since the World Cup heâd been carrying an injury and a few weeks ago heâd finally had surgery to correct the issue. He hadnât played in a really long time and since he had a week in between recovery sessions heâd made the choice to come up and see you both.
It was perfect timing really since Ell had taken you away for a few days to her husband Noahâs families house in the south of France and the five of you had had the best time. Sending Mason Cute snaps of the kids on the beach but all he did was warn you to keep them apart as Gee was too young for a boyfriend.
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y/n our first little holiday đ„șđ©· wouldnât be the same without our besties. Thank you for inviting us into your home and making us feel like family đ„° forever grateful for your kindness
masonmount my girls â€ïž cant wait to see you all
y/n weâve missed you so much masey!!!
ell_197 the best trip đ Iâm planning the next one as we speak
y/n so thankful for you đ©· we had the best time ever and I loved watching our babies have fun together đ©
masonmount sheâs not allowed a boyfriend
ell_197 who? đ€Ł
masonmount both of them đ
Mummy_y/n wish we were with you both đ
y/n us too đ„ș but weâll see you real soon
Mason being free meant he was able to pick you up from the airport and at 3am your heart stuttered as Gee ran as fast as her little legs could take her into Masonâs waiting arms before he squeezed her like he never wanted to let go. Only opening his arm when you came close so he could pull you in too and the feeling of home flooded you.
This was the first time Mason had met Ell and her family and they seemed just as enamoured by him as Gee was. Noah admitting he was a big fan and was trying his hardest to get him to come and play for Man United. Mason just smiled and laughed like he usually did when someone said the same but you could see there was something else behind it this time.
You were home soon enough though. Popping Gee in her room so she could sleep before making your way back to the living room. You still felt wide awake and Mason had offered to make you a tea and to maybe watch a film as he wasnât tired either due to his nap earlier, so you got yourself settled and began absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.
There was a reason you never went on Facebook and right now was a perfect reminder as to why.
Facebook was full of updates from people you hadnât spoken to in years or elderly family members posting badly taken selfies and stupid opinions but after an email popped up saying a girl you hadnât heard of in years had posted a picture your curiosity got the better of you and you clicked on the link.
It was from there you went on a downward spiral. Mindlessly scrolling through your feed as you became reacquainted with people you hadnât thought of in years. Wondering why half of these people even still used this god forsaken app until you came to a past that made you stop in your tracks.
âI donât think Iâve done the popcorn rightâ Mason suddenly bellowed through the halls and as his voice got closer you sat yourself up on your sofa and tried to look like you hadnât just had the biggest shock of your life.
âI mean how difficult is it to microwave a bag?â He carried on. âI didnât think it would be that hard but I shook it and thereâs still loads of kernels in thereâ he complained. Finally flopping down next to you and you knew once he cast his eyes in your direction it was over for you. âHey, y/n whatâs wrong?â
How were you even supposed to explain your way out of this one? Mason was your best friend and knew you inside out so there was no lying to him but you werenât sure you could get the words out to tell him exactly.
âItâs Jackâ you sighed. His name leaving a sour taste on your tongue and you knew as soon as Mason stiffened besides you were in for a barrage of questions.
âJack? What? has he tried to talk to you or something?â
âNo no, I was just on Facebook and I must have forgotten to block him on there since I never use it and a post from him came upâ
âOh okay, I get it must be tough to see his face againâ
âItâs not just thatâ you sighed. Passing him your phone with a shaking hand to show him the picture and you didnât even need to look at him to know he was shocked by what he saw.
You didnât even know Jack was dating again, let alone be ready to propose to someone and the fact you could tell exactly where it was made it hurt even more. The place youâd planned on visiting once youâd both saved up enough to live out your big dream and looking at him living it without you felt suffocating. Like the elephant from the picture was sat on your chest so it could crush you until you never breathed again and all you wanted was to flee the scene and scream your lungs out.
âOh love, Iâm so sorryâ
âItâs fine, you didnât do anythingâ you shrugged, taking your phone back from him before locking it and you couldnât decide if you wanted to talk about it or not. Thankfully Mason made that decision for you and started going off about him and how he was never right for you in hopes it would make you feel better and you couldnât deny shit talking about him for a bit made you smile a tiny bit.
âYou know I never liked himâ Mason told you after his big rant and when he took your hand in his he squeezed it tightly.
âI knowâ you laughed âI donât care for him too much eitherâ
âWhatâs got you all upset then?â He asked. Pulling you into his side a bit further and you rested your head on his shoulder so you could talk without looking at him.
âI donât even knowâ you shrugged. âIts just weird to see I guess. Makes me feel like thereâs something wrong with meâ
âThereâs nothing wrong with you at allâ
âBut if he can do it for her, like grow up and be a proper man then why couldnât he do that for me?â
âBecause he wasn't meant for youâ
âWho is meant for me then huh? Cause theyâre taking their bloody sweet time getting hereâ you laughed but there was no humour in it.
Iâm meant for you Mason thought. But he kept his lips zipped as he just wanted to be there for you.
The more you thought about him the angrier and more upset you became. Tears eventually spilling over onto your cheeks and there was no way you could hide them from Mason.
âI know you didnât like him, but he was the first boy I really loved, you know?â You croaked. Looking up to Mason for a bit of sympathy and thankfully he was giving you just that. âThe first one who told me they saw a future with me and mapped it out for us. Who wasnât afraid to show me off even on my bad days and yeah it sucked the way it ended but we were happy onceâ
âI know you were. And I know itâs cheesy but if you can be happy with him then imagine how happy you could be with meâ
âWait⊠with you?â You questioned. Mason's face paling as he realised what heâd said. A slip of the tongue that he was meant to keep inside but now it was out in the open and you could tell he was flustered.
âOh uh, no I didnât meant me I um, I meant like-â
âNo⊠you said you. You meant youâ you pressed, wanting him to just come out and say it but you knew he wasnât going to. Fighting with his whole being to not let anything else slip out.
âY/n I-â
âJust be honest with meâ you told him firmly. Wanting him to come out and tell you what you already knew but now his face was bright red and even though heâd seemily backed him into corner he wasnât coming out anytime soon.
âPlease y/nâ
âDo you⊠do you still have feelings for me?â You asked. A mix of tiredness and your frustration about what youâd seen getting the better of you and as he tried to stutter out another excuse you lost it.
âWhat? I-â
âWhy are you doing this to me? Youâre just as bad as him sometimes. Fucking with my emotions like this all the time. I told you when we were kids how I felt but here we are again. Youâre making everything about you!â
âI didnât-â
âWhatever I donât care. Iâm going to bedâ you huffed. Storming off upstairs and slamming your door behind you in hopes that would send him a bit more of a message but as soon as youâd flopped down onto your bed youâd regretted the way youâd spoken to him. Tears springing in your eyes once more but you just let them flow, not ready to talk to anyone just yet as you needed to unscramble your thoughts
Mason had been sat with his thoughts for around five minutes when he heard footsteps coming back down the stairs but he knew straight away they werenât yours. Waiting quietly for Gee to make her way into the living room and when she appeared in the doorway with the Gem the giraffe, the Teddy heâd gifted her when sheâd just been born, under her arm Mason sent her a warm smile.
âWhat are you doing up and about, misses? You should be asleepâ
âWhereâs mummyâ she mumbled, her voice slow and sleepy as she rubbed her eyes and he realised she must have woken up when youâd slammed the door to your bedroom.
âSheâs just gone upstairs for a little bit. Whatâs wrong, pickle?â
âLoud noiseâ she pouted and Mason's suspicions were confirmed.
âOh Iâm sorry, Gee. Would you like to come and sit with me for a bit?â He asked, praying she would say yes so he wouldnât have to go and disturb you but thankfully Gee nodded and made her way over to Mason. Standing in between his legs with her arms raised so he could lift her into his lap and once she was comfy with Gem cuddled into her chest, she was asleep again soon after. Her face smooshed into his shoulder as she laid across his body, holding onto his hoodie string with her tiny fist and he held her tightly before kissing her head good night.
It was around half an hour later when you realised you probably owed Mason an apology for blowing up like you had. Rubbing your eyes and sitting yourself up so you could build up the courage to make your way back down in hopes he was still on the sofa.
You came down to an unexpected sight, Mason still in his seat but a little visitor was asleep on his chest and your heart melted as you watched his hand rub over her back before he kissed the top of her head. Seemingly engrossed in whatever he had on the TV but he must have seen you moving in the corner of his eye and he turned to face you with a petrified expression.
âWhat's Gee doing down here?â You asked quietly.
âShe woke up when you went upstairsâ he told you and you instantly knew it was when youâd slammed the door. Guilt flooding you straight away that youâd managed to upset everyone under this roof tonight unintentionally. âI was gonna take her up in a bit she just seemed comfy hereâ
âItâs okay, Iâll do itâ you nodded. Walking over and carefully picking her up from him and your heart thumped as she clung to your neck but that wasnât the only reason. She smelt just like Mason as sheâd been laying on him for so long and the need for his comfort consumed you. You just didnât know if heâd want to give it to you this time.
It was a fairly simple job getting her back into bed. Usually when Gee was asleep she was dead to the world which made you feel even worse that youâd managed to wake her up but once she was back comfy under the covers with Gem cuddled under her chin, you stayed with her for a few minutes to check she was okay.
âMummyâs sorry babyâ you whispered. Pressing a kiss to her forehead as you smoothed her hair from her face but you knew there was someone else you needed to go and say sorry to.
Mason was still sat in the same spot, head resting on his hand that was propped up on the arm of the sofa and when you walked in he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. You didnât give him the chance to say anything and you didnât speak either, just crawled onto the sofa next to him and took up the space Gee just was. Nestling your head into his shoulder as you sprawled across him and even though the pair of you needed to talk things through, you were both giggling as he wrapped his arms around you and held you like a baby. Popping a kiss on your cheek as you got each comfy in each other's arms, a comfortable slice falling over you but you knew you needed to speak.
When you looked up at him, he was already looking down at you. Eyes full of confusion and hurt and even though you were terrified to open up to him, his scent that was so strong on Gee was now filling your senses and you felt at peace.
You felt at home.
âI'm sorry for blowing up at youâ
âItâs okay-â
âNo itâs not, Mase. You're not my punching bag and I shouldn't have said all that to you. Itâs not your fault heâs gone and done that, I was just upset. The whole safari thing, that was my thing you know? Our thing, even. Not hisâ
âI know love, and thatâs what I meant earlier. He was a dickhead and you still wanted to go there with him, imagine the fun weâd have? And you donât even need to imagine cause I promised you when we were kids I was taking you and I intend to stick to that promiseâ
âReallyâ you pouted.
âOf course. You know when Geeâs a little older and she knows whatâs going on and Iâve got the time Iâm taking all of us, okay? I promised I would and I keep my promisesâ
âNow I feel even more like a twatâ you laughed but he just held you closer. âIâm really sorry, Mase. Itâs just hard. He always seems to get what he wants you know? He doesnât deserve a happy endingâ
âI know it is, but youâll get yours one day though i promiseâ he whispered. âShall we get you to bed? We can talk about it tomorrow if you still want to but I donât want you down here winding yourself upâ
âWill you stay with me tonight?â You asked. Looking up into big brown eyes. âI just know Iâll go crazy if Iâm on my ownâ
âOkayâ he replied shyly. Kissing your forehead gently before holding you close as you buried your nose into his neck. âIf thatâs what you wantâ
You realised in that moment that was a perfect phrase to sum up yours and Masons friendship.
If thatâs what you want.
All he ever did was give you what you wanted to try and make you happy and as you laid in his arms you knew the next time he needed you you would be there for him in ways you never had before.
Little did you know that heâd be needing your more than he ever had sooner than you thought.
âWill you sing to me like you sing to Gee?â you asked. Laughing as you wrapped your arms around his bicep and nuzzled into his shoulder once you were both ready and in bed and you could tell from the way he laughed it was a no, but soon enough his soft voice was filtering through the room. Barely a whisper as he sung to you the song that was always reserved for Gee and it must have had the desired effect as soon enough you were sleeping peacefully next to him.
Mason kept singing though, using the fact that you were asleep to help him out a bit as the second verse of the song he always pictured you. It was like whoever wrote it had plucked the lyrics straight from Masons brain and you being asleep gave him the courage to finally sing this part to you.
âThough you're close to me, we seem so far apart
Maybe given time you'll have a change of heart
If it takes forever, girl, then I'm prepared to wait
The day you give your love to me, won't be a day too lateâ
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i need a very angsty/light fluff with spencer to i can see you by taylor. i love your writing sososo much đđ
A/N: I'm not sure I got any light fluff in there but I certainly did make it angst đ thank you for the request đ
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Summary: Six months into your secret relationship, you're beginning to think that maybe Spencer doesn't love you the way you love him
Warnings: toxic relationship, Spencer is an ass and then he's kinda really intense. Inspired by:
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Six months of dating was about as long as you could stand before you knew that it wasnât going anywhere if things didnât change.Â
At first, youâd been on board with Spencerâs suggestion to keep your relationship secret for the first few weeks of dating. It made sense with you both working at the same place and on the same team, and you didnât want to change the group dynamic. But weeks turned into months, and six months was a long time to wait for public recognition of a relationship that could be so much more than secret looks in the hallways and weekends wrapped up in each other.Â
Everytime he brushed you off whilst at work, you felt part of your heart cracking. The first time heâd done it was only days after your mutual confessions. Youâd been alone in a police precinct on some case or the other, and, needing a moment to process your emotions, you grabbed his hand for support. Heâd pulled his from your grip quickly, doing his best not to make the sudden movements, and if was like your world was crashing down on you. Youâd confronted him that night in his hotel room, and heâd blown you off again.Â
âY/N, we promised that this would stay between us for now. Iâm sorry that I canât be like other partners, and that I canât give you what you need right now, but we canât do⊠we canât hold hands or kiss or seem any closer than we usually are to the others, okay?â Heâd seemed so stressed youâd given in and backed down, but his words still stung.Â
Months of the same scenarios repeating themselves felt like purgatory though, and you knew that you needed to either cut him loose or make him confess to the others.Â
You hadnât reached your tipping point when heâd got shot in the neck and forced you to stand on the sides. Just watching while other agents, agents who had known him longer, sure, but didnât know how he felt, how he tasted, how his scent was enough to drive you crazy, fawned over him. They didnât know that you would be so lost without him that youâd have gone insane if that bullet was in a different position. They didnât know, and he didnât care. Heâd checked up on you in private, of course, but only when he was discharged.Â
âSpencer, what would you have done if that had been me?â you asked him, when he questioned you. He stood staring at you for a minute, really taking the time to think about the words, think about the scenario youâd just asked him to recreate in his mind. Youâd fallen for him because he was so goddamned thoughtful, because he always took the time to think and find the correct answer when he was talking to you.Â
You wished then that heâd answered quicker. That it would have taken him less time to say that he would have been inconsolable, that he wouldâve been lost without you, that he didnât want to think about that ever happening at all.Â
He didnât say any of those things.Â
âIâd do what you did. Iâd have managed.â Youâd wanted to scream at him then, but you didnât. You just climbed into bed beside him and wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could without hurting him. You fell asleep to the image of him being shot playing over and over again.Â
That had been three months into your relationship, and now with three more months of stolen kisses and antipathy, youâd reached your breaking point. Maybe it was the tension in the office from the latest case, maybe it was the detective openly flirting with you, but you certainly couldnât control the explosion that had been brewing all this time.Â
From the beginning of the week, the lead detective on your case had been making it clear and obvious that he wanted to take you out. He was showing such obvious and tempting advances that even members of your team were approaching you in private to ask you to consider. It was hard to explain to Emily and Morgan that you werenât interested in the man, and when even Garcia started encouraging you on a phone call to go after âDetective Dreamy,â youâd almost burst into tears.Â
Because throughout the advances, the obvious flirtation and the team banter, your boyfriend had not said a word either way. You werenât sure what you actually wanted from him, because when he finally did say something, it was like he chose all the wrong words and strung them together in a sentence.Â
âSo how are you enjoying all the attention from Detective McDermot?â heâd asked casually, not glancing up from the pile of documents he was scanning.Â
âWhat the hell is wrong with you, Reid?â you snapped. He looked at you in shock, completely oblivious that heâd said anything wrong.Â
âArenât you jealous? Isnât there some part of you that wants to let him know that Iâm taken?â the tears were filling your eyes in rage, and you angrily swiped them away before they fell, not wanting him to use them against you.Â
âIâm sorry, I didnât realise that it was so upsetting to you. Do you want me to say something to him?âÂ
âDo you want to say something to him? Because it only matters if you actually want to do it.âÂ
âY/N, that doesnât even make sense.âÂ
âWeâre at work, Reid, youâd do well to remember that. In this office, itâs Agent Y/L/N, right?â you grabbed the file you were working on and left the room, but you werenât getting away from him that easily.Â
âY/N- Agent Y/L/N, wait,â he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the nearest storage closet.Â
âWe promised each other, we promised that we wouldnât tell anyone for a while, why are you being like this?â He still had a strong grip on your wrist and the intimate size of the storage closet had forced you together, his body pushing against yours.Â
âWhat would you do? What would you do if I went out there and said Iâd go on a date with him? Because right now, Iâm getting concerned looks thrown at me by every member of the team because there must be something wrong with me if Iâm turning him down.â The bitterness of your tone took him by surprise.Â
âDonât do that, for gods sake, do not do that Y/N.âÂ
âGive me one good reason. Scratch that, give me one explanation that I can give to get everyone off my back.â You pulled your wrist from his grip now, but he countered by grabbing your hips roughly and forcing you back into the wall, pinning you there. You couldnât move, and you didnât want to, intent on hearing his reply.Â
âYouâre mine,â he said it so quietly that had you not been pressed up against the entire length of him, you wouldnât have heard it. You let out a little giggle at his words.Â
âFuck, Spencer, is that it? Iâm yours?â you shook your head a little as his grip on you tightened, his head leaning down, forehead resting against yours as you shared in each breath he took in and let out.Â
âI can see that you donât want to be in a public relationship with me, Spencer. You donât want to tell people about us, and thatâs⊠thatâs going to have to be enough for me, but Iâm not sure how long itâs going to be enough.âÂ
âYou donât want to be with me anymore?â he asked after a minute, taking the time to calm himself before continuing.Â
âNo, God, Spencer, I love you so fucking much, that is not the issue here.âÂ
âThen what is? Because from where Iâm standing, youâve just suggested leaving me, leaving this.âÂ
âYou are so fucking self-possessed sometimes,â the words would probably have cut deeper had his lips not been mere centimeters from your own. âIâll be clear. I love you and I want other people to know that I love you, and that maybe you love me, too.âÂ
âBut we talked about this before at the start-âÂ
âAnd that was six months ago, Spencer. I need more now. And Iâm honestly a little hurt that you donât want more now.âÂ
âI donât want more?â He seemed genuinely surprised by the suggestion, and the hurt in his eyes stung for the few seconds he let it linger there. Instead of using his words to explain himself, he finally closed the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips into yours fervently.Â
The kiss was angry, hot. It was the feeling of being deep in an argument and knowing that you still had to fight your way out. Your lips clashed, your mouths opened and your tongues began fighting for dominance as he attempted to push his way inside of you, to make you feel the strength of his emotions that he clearly couldnât talk through.Â
After a minute, you pushed him away, panting hard.Â
âI want more and more of you by the second. I want to wrap you up and possess you, I want to make it so that no one else can even look at you, I want to make it that I am the only person on this planet that can see you, and everytime I think that, I get so scared.â He spits each word at you, still lost in the venom of the moment.Â
âWe fight monsters everyday, and each moment I spend with you, I feel like I can understand them more and more, because I think of you the same way they think about their victims. Does that not terrify you?âÂ
You let your hands trail up his body and into his hair as he talks, feeling vindicated now that he is finally spilling his guts to you.
âSo yes, our relationship is private, because if I got the opportunity to possess you in public, I do not know what I would do to anyone who looked at you, even if they are our closest friends.â He dropped his forehead to yours again, somehow heavier this time.Â
âYouâre mine.âÂ
You stood there, still for a minute gathering your thoughts before you spoke again.Â
âAre you going to tell them or not?â you breathed out, lowly, doing your best to not let your emotions get the better of you.Â
âWeâve been arguing in this closet for five minutes and twenty eight seconds, Y/N. If theyâre good at their jobs, I wonât have to tell them.âÂ
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