#I'm being sarcastic I know it's a lot forgive me

[blackbirdffxiv]

I tried

[luveline]

hurt/comfort for hotch

maybe he’s been having a hard couple of days at work and says something rude to reader, that he doesn’t mean, he’s just frustrated. then they talk it outttt<3

ty for requesting ♡ fem!reader, 1k

"Did you get wholemeal bread for Jack's lunch?" Aaron asks.

You wince where you're sitting at the table, closing the book you're reading over your fingers. "No. I knew I forgot something, I just couldn't remember what," you lament. You'll have to get some before the grocery store closes at nine. 

You check your watch, a little silver thing that cost too much of Aaron's money, and you're so focused on telling time you almost miss his biting remark. 

"It's fine," he says bitterly. "I'll get it in the morning. I shouldn't have asked you." 

Your first instinct is to react in a similar fashion. "Ah, but you ask so little of me." 

He flinches at your tone. You hate to see it, and regret what you've said immediately, but it's not as if he were being particularly kind himself. A weird, stringy silence pulls between you, a tightrope waiting to buckle. The first to walk will be the first to fall; with the mood he's in, he'll bite. Tonight, you're miffed enough to bite back. 

Pissed, you stand up, grabbing your coat where it's draped across the table. 

Aaron holds out a hand. "Wait a second." 

"I don't want a fight," you say honestly. "It doesn't matter. I'll go get bread and we can forget about it." 

"I don't want to forget about it. I'm not being fair." 

You let your arms hang, coat in a ball against your thighs. "Aaron…" 

"It wasn't fair. Sorry." 

It obviously wasn't fair. Everyone forgets things no matter how hard they try, but you recognise that Aaron just got back from a week away. He's stressed, exhausted, and things need to feel normal for him. He asked you for something and you let him down. 

"It's a loaf of bread, Aaron," you murmur, defeated. "I didn't mean to forget." 

"I know." He rubs his brows, melting the last of your defences as he hangs his head. 

To love someone, you have to give in. There are times where you feel hurt and you have to forgive him before you're strictly ready to do so, because he's his own worst enemy in times like this. Though it's harder now, because you're not used to his derision. Disapproval, silent annoyance, sure. 

You put your coat down. 

"Since when are you sarcastic?" you ask gently, stepping into his space. You tilt your head a touch to the side, braceleting the crook of his elbow in a loving hand.

His eyes crease at the corners, short wrinkles stark, shadows beneath them. "I haven't been sleeping well, away from you both," he says. 

You trace the surface of his rough cheek with your eyes before bringing a tentative hand to it, thumb catching against stubble as you smooth it toward his ear. He doesn't smell like anything he usually carries, no aftershave or cologne nor laundry detergent, and the shirt he wears isn't sharply collared. It's safe to say he hadn't planned to be away that long, and even though he's home, he's not home yet in his head. You don't know how else to prove it, stroking his face, cheek in your palm, your other hand climbing his arm to rest over the hill of his pec. His heart capers under your touch. 

"I didn't mean it," he says. 

"I know," you say. Aaron often makes you feel small in the best way, his height, his naturally protective instincts, he stands by your side and you trust him to take care of you. You don't have to look out for yourself when he's in arm's reach. You aren't tall, aren't half as imposing, but you can try to offer him the same comfort. 

"You just need to relax. I get that it's not as easy to leave your work at the door as you want, but you… it's hard for me too. I need your help," you say. 

He closes his eyes. 

"Sorry," you say softly. "For forgetting. And for being sore about it. You don't put too much on me." 

"No, I do. You're right, I ask for a lot." 

"I have a lot to give, Hotchner," you murmur. 

He nods and you really do forgive him, then. You know he's only tired. You don't have to take it personally. 

"Would you hug me?" you ask.

Take care of him by letting him take care of you; he's visibly and heartbreakingly relieved to be asked, wrapping his arms around you. You love the way he hugs no matter how he's feeling, like you're something that needs a gentle hand. 

"Don't hug me too long, Paula's closes in twenty minutes." 

His fingers spread over the small of your back. "It doesn't even matter. Jack asked me for wholemeal bread and turkey and I wanted to get something right for once." 

"With mustard?" you ask. 

"He's a weird kid sometimes," Aaron says. He gets a bit of pep back, giving you a sway from one side to the other. "I'll get the bread in the morning, and I won't act like an ungrateful idiot when I do." 

"I don't think ungrateful is the right word." 

"But idiot's fine?" Aaron asks, his laugh warming your cheek. He kisses it twice in succession, hands roving up, and up, before lifting his head to tuck you neatly beneath his chin. "It's right." 

"What do you want me to say?" you ask coyly. 

"Alright," he says with a laugh, his chuckle vibrating in your arms where you've curled them behind his neck. 

"You're not an idiot–" 

"No, because now I know you don't mean it," he says. Finally, some light in his tone, that playful drawl that demarcates Hotchner-style flirtation. 

"You're not!" you say, leaning back enough to kiss the dip under his jaw. "You're just moody," you mumble into his skin. 

"And you're too good to me." 

"No, I'm not," you say. "You're better than you think." 

He pats your back gently. "You're biassed, honey."

You're super biassed. "Nope. Totally impartial." 

[shallowseeker]

I'm breaking this one out by itself because it's a little funny.

*Dean's phone rings*

*Dean answers without looking*

*Dean proceeds to yell at Cas*

Ah, right. What could possible be so important?

/////

Sam goes on to tell Dean that *drumroll* Sam is Lucifer's true vessel.

WOW! Scary!

DEAN: *sarcastically* Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh Sammy? SAM: That's it? That's your response?

It's... completely lost of Sam, though, the REASON for Dean's sarcasm.

See. It's this: now that Sam's found out that HE'S a vessel, he's in his car, an absolute FIRE lit under his goddamned tail, EAGER to get back in and fight.

Sam.

SAMMY.

🤦🤦🤦🤦

Dean throws a hint.

DEAN: *sarcastically again* I guess I'm a little numb to the earth-shattering revelations at this point. SAM: Well what are we gonna do about it?

And Sam... still doesn't get it.

Sigh.

Here's the thing. Sam wasn't panicking when they learned that Dean was a vessel. Only Cas and Bobby were panicked and stressed. They were mean, but they were at least aware of the reality of things.

But Sam.

Yes, Sam was going through things, struggling with things, and taking time to go through things is okay. But on the other hand, it definitely still hurts that Sam wasn't insisting on staying in the fight on Dean's behalf, to protect Dean from becoming a vessel.

But now that Sam's learned that he's a vessel?

Boom.

It's not even that, though. It's this whole conversation.

Because what's missing here? Empathy for Dean's plight.

Sam doesn't realize that this is why he's perpetually at... the kids' table. This right here.

In this whole conversation, Sam is eaten up with ranting about his own feelings, about how he's sick of being a puppet, and how he's going to hunt Lucifer down and gain redemption.

Sam's all about "how he can do this," how he's "gonna prove it to you."

It makes him seem a lot younger than he is.

....

There's no acknowledgment of how helpless Dean must have been feeling all this time, knowing that he's been targeted by an archangel, about how scary this whole thing is.

Hell, even Cas acknowledged Dean's fears re: Michael.

I mean: He did it in his Cas way, but it still acknowledged the enormity of the fear.

Cas:

///

Meanwhile, Sam back in 5x01, right after DEAN learned about being Michael's vessel: Geez, why is everyone so cranky and stressed?

🥺Dean, what do you mean that you didn't mean your pep talk to Bobby? Whaaaat? 🥺

///

....

And the thing is. Not "getting it"? That's understandable. But this conversation is just... devoid of support for Dean.

And they're not. Sam's zapping all the strength for himself.

When they've been together lately, Dean is the big brother who lends support, and Sam isn't giving anything back. Sam's out to prove himself, not to support others.

And they tell older siblings and parents to be patient, to let them learn, to step back and forgive, to be "a soft place to land."

That's hard to do. And it's exhausting.

And aside// Sam's apology to (demon) Bobby was SO MUCH NICER. Sam, where is this humility and energy for other people????

SAM: No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry. Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal. I killed her, and I set Lucifer free. You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on. I'm sorry.

[maluceh]

Top Lily variants? I've seen so many "[random hp character #10] variants" online, with various degrees of accuracy, but I don't remember ever seeing one for lily. Your Jily ones were so accurate (the only pair I'm not super familiar with was peraltiago, and I know enough about them to know they fit), so I was curious if you had any just for her as a character. You basically wrote the Lily (& Jily) gospel so I trust your takes <3

*cracks knuckles*

I'm about to give you a full detailed dive into Lily's character and personality that you absolutely did not ask for. I’d have to say the ones I had already picked for Jily variants (since I always look for couples where they both have James/Lily’s personalities). I’ll try and make it to ten but there’s only so many characters that truly fit Lily for me. Mostly the characters that I see as Lily, are sarcastic, witty, overachievers, intelligent, charismatic, and snarky…

Amy Santiago (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)

I know you said you haven’t seen it, but TRUST ME. Amy is a control freak know it all, she finds comfort in order and structure. Although she’s a bit more uptight than I imagine Lily to be. Her constant need for reassurance and approval from figures of authority is something I can definitely see in Lily. Her relationship with Holt is kinda what I imagine Lily to be like with Minerva/Alastor. Also, the fact that she is deeply loyal (as most characters in this list).

Over the course of the show she loses up a bit, and learns to have more fun and I think this could be applied to Lily in her Hogwarts years. Lily being a muggleborn is a very VERY important part of her character, as well as her morals and political standing with blood purity.

We can draw certain parallels between her and Hermione (overachievers, Head Girls, prefects), you don’t get those badges by simply passing by through school. So from this we can deduce that Lily was an excellent student that focused on exceeding at school, because there’s an extra need to prove herself among not just her teachers but her peers as well. To make them see that she’s just as much magic as they are.

So, like Amy, she's constantly trying to prove that she is smart and qualified (Amy in a field mostly male, Lily in a world mostly pureblood).

Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson)

Annabeth too is a smart character that wants approval —in this case, from her mother—. She is more arrogant and snarky, a little sharper around the edges, which is so Lily!!

Her upbringing has made her become more guarded with her feelings and who she puts her trust in, also her reluctance to accept Luke’s betrayal. These are things that I see in Lily’s canon descriptions and appearances. From growing up with a sister that does not accept her and being betrayed by her best friend. In canon, after SWM (Snape’s Worst Memory), when Snape camps outside her common room waiting for her to ask her for her forgiveness she says that she has been making excuses on his behalf for a while. A lot of people call Lily a hypocrite for only ending her friendship with Snape after she was personally affected by his views, but personally I think that’s part of what makes her such an interesting character.

She’s at war with herself, not really there or here, having to be in the middle of two worlds that do not fully accept her (Annabeth with her father and Camp Half Blood/ Lily with the muggle and wizarding world). And after losing one of the people connecting her to a place of security (Thalia/Petunia), she refuses to see that the last person connecting her to that safe place is also going to leave her to join a side of the war opposite to hers (Luke/Snape).

Kate Sharma/Sheffield (Bridgerton TV/Books)

Kate is funny, closed off and witty. She rushes to judge people and decide for herself whether they are worthy of her time or not, sometimes without even bothering to actually know them. Sometimes (specifically in the books), she’s so ridiculous and funny, not really forcing herself to fit in societal norms, which is something I can definitely see in Lily.

Also, her on the show with Anthony in S3, is just how I imagine married Jily, just perfect.

Dana Scully (The X Files)

In Dana I see Lily’s fierce loyalty and sense of right and wrong. The hiding of her emotions, and also how determined she is, that even though she wants to believe she doesn’t, not even after seeing hundreds of crazy things happen in front of her, she still clings to her own truth.

Tiana (The Princess and the Frog)/Cinderella (1950)

Tiana and Cinderella remind me of Lily in the sense of a hardworking woman, also really headstrong and married to her own way of thinking. A shell hard to break, because of all the walls she’s put up in order to survive. Like Lily, Tiana doesn’t take kindly to outsiders and people who come off as standoffish (Naveen/James and Sirius), but eventually ends up getting to know them and treasuring them as life companions. And you might think me crazy for adding Cinderella, but her unwavering kindness and optimism in the face of hardship is undoubtedly Lily, she’s not all sunshine and rainbows tho —yes the 1950’s version—, she hates the situation that she’s in and wastes no time (alone with her friends) to complain about it, she bites back and only “behaves” out of survival, she’s nice and warm but also angry and headstrong.

Yoon Jin-myung (Hello, My Twenties)

Here is another hard worker female character that I can’t help but see a little bit of Lily in. Although Jin-myung is much MUCH more shy and introverted than Lily, still, she has a complicated relationship with her family and tries really hard to do a million things at the time, forgetting to care for herself and diving into routines of work/school that are almost self destructive.

Honourable mentions.

Chili (Bluey) Morticia Addams (The Addams Family Values)

Mostly how I imagine Lily as a mom/ her married life (along with Kate too). Morticia might seem like a stretch but aside from her dark interests and aesthetic, she's a loving mom and partner and she puts her family first, she’s also a bit of a freak, like Lily.

Sloane (Ferris Buller’s Day Off) Pam Beesley (The Office)

Only on the prankster side of Lily, more chill and easy going, losing up a bit to have fun with Sirius and James.

[arsonlookers]

Broken Marriage

childe x reader ANGST [modern au]

[ warning: A LOT OF SWEARING PLEASE BE REMINDED AND TALK OF INFIDELITY ]

You two have been in a healthy and romantic relationship for over 6 years, you're marriage looked perfect from an outsider's even your parent's perspective. Childe was blunt and sarcastic and cold sometimes but he was loving and sweet at times, and you can tell he truly cares.

Over time for one year and a half, you noticed that Childe had slowly been growing colder and driving away from you. He seemed extremely uncomfortable when he walked in the room and he'd always make excuses for staying out late. He didn't love you the same anymore for this past year.

He comes home late as he usually does and goes to his little office room where he always usually stays

"Childe?" You called out to your husband from the other room. "Are you okay?" You were met with silence and for a moment you thought he didn't hear you. He finally spoke over the sound of his computer.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He replied but his tone was obviously irritated.

look at his door room totally not convinced, you already know what is going on you just want confirmation on why the hell is he acting like this this time.

so You enter his little office room and look over at him. He was leaning back on his chair, looking at his screen and typing away. You couldn't read his expression but you had a feeling something was wrong. again

You walked over and gently touched his arm. "I know you're not okay. Please talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about, babe."

He didn't tear his eyes from his screen, his voice was quiet but you could hear the coldness in it. The last time he called you "babe" was a month ago.

SO full and irritated by this kind of behavior he has with you. You are so done now, you are done being PATIENT with him, and all his tantrums.

You coldly say to him "Did you really think" You glare at him

This time He finally looked away from his Screen and turned towards you. His face was cold and serious, the exact opposite of his old loving self. He seemed to be holding back a lot of words.

you continued "I'd just forgive and forget...no" This time you are ready to spill the secret he has been holding onto you

The look on his face remained unchanged. After a short pause he let out a sigh, like he was preparing for a speech.

"Look, I don't know how to be any clearer, but I've just been feeling different lately. I don't feel the same about you anymore."

" After all this course of a year, After catching you with her that day, Your blood should run cold" You continued

Childe's look went from cold to pure hatred as the words "her" left your lips. He gripped the sides of the chair, his knuckles slowly turning white.

"Her?" He repeated and you could see his lip twitch.

"Oh don't you dare pretend now Childe" You glared hard with range but still keeps your calm cold tone as you said that

"so cold" Looking down at him from where you are standing "You,���you two-timing, cheap lying, wannabe"

Childe's hands gripped even tighter and he slowly stood up from his seat. This wasn't the man you knew, this was a stranger.

*"You're nothing but a dirty whore who can't keep her legs closed." His voice was low but it was clear how much anger he had stored inside.

feeling offended and hurt by what he said you Slap him hard on his right cheek for what he said.

He flinched and his face immediately turned red to match his mood. His eyes narrowed and he glared up at you with hatred. He rubbed his cheek and stepped forward, he seemed like a different person now. You didn't know how far he'd go but you had a gut feeling he'd do something worse if you provoked him further.

'but I am not scared of him at all' You thought as you stood your stand and face him with your own coldness and glare "You're a fool if you thought that I'd just let this go"

Childe was clearly annoyed by your lack of fear. He let out a short scoff and grabbed your arms.

"You won't let this go? Is that a threat? Because I'm warning you right now, you don't want to see what I'm like when I'm angry."

"Oh Childe I think you already are " you glared at him "You have been like this…you have changed…" mocking him "You not the same person I married 6 years ago"

Childe's face scrunched up from your mocking. He leaned closer to you, so that his face was inches from yours.

"You're right, I'm not the same person I was 6 years ago. You're not even the same person. This marriage has gone nowhere but downhill for the past year and I don't think it's going to go anywhere. We both deserve to find someone that's right for us and that person isn't each other."

feeling like something inside you boils from his statement "God you’re just so obvious, Is that why you Already CHEATED on me huh?" questioning him with a tone of mocking

Childe let out a low growl, his grip on your arms tightened.

"Why can't you just keep your whore mouth shut? It's not my fault you aren't good enough for me, it's not my damn fault for liking her more than you. If you just tried to be better instead of playing the victim all the time…"

something inside you was breaking but at the same time too cold and indifferent from what you are feeling currently just anger and disappointment coursing through your veins

"Do you really think I needed it? Your fcking opinion means nothing to me" with venom through your words

Childe's face was filled with pure anger, he was shaking now and you could see the veins in his neck starting to bulge. He was completely losing control.

"Then why the hell did you even marry me in the first place?! Why would you let me waste 6 years of my life on you if you don't even care about what I think?"

You look at him dumbfounded as if you are hearing to the most stupidest things you have heard of

"That is because I didn't marry a cheater before Childe!? Just why did you change?! what did you see in her that I don't have?? "

Childe looked down at you with a frown. The anger on his face seemed to fade a bit, like he was beginning to pity you now.

"I didn't change I just realized things about you. I realized that I married the wrong person. You're weak and insecure and it's honestly pathetic. And if you want to know what I saw in her, she's everything you're not."

This time you can feel the little love you have left for him is starting to fade and break away from what you are feeling changed by hatred, shock, sadness, anger, and all negative emotions you feel in the course of your life

"…..wow" in a sarcastic tone "Really wow" The look of disbelief was evident on your face

As he sees your reaction he didn't like it one bit so he said it again

"Do you want me to say it again for you? If your dumbass didn't get it the first time."

Childe's voice was dripping with sarcasm but he wasn't lying. He was beginning to think you were even more pathetic than he first thought.

"Did you happen to forget, all the little details Like texting her In the middle of the night?Beside me!? Did you really think I'm that DUmb HUh?! HAHAHAHAHA fck Childe I didn't know I also just married a person who literary would be so fcking idiot " You backfired him back

"The texting during the middle of the night wasn't even the worst of it. I really didn't think you were that blind, but if that's the case, how did you not realize I've been seeing her more often than you. Your dumbass didn't even realize I didn't come home some nights because I was with her."

You could feel his hatred coming back into his voice again and his anger was starting to get to him.

'wow the audacity to get angry at me' You thought but at the same time what he said sounded so ridiculous and so outright sound like a joke to your ears

"pffftttt haha" you tried to surpass the need to laugh at the moment

"I should have guessed you wouldn't be able to handle the truth. I mean are we surprised? You can't even handle the fact that you're not good enough for me anymore."

He leaned closer to you again, his face being mere inches away from yours. The look in his eyes was scary, it almost seemed like he was going to hurt you if you said one more thing.

"HHAHAHAHAHHAHA you think I'm that surprised anymore?! What are you an idiot? you would think that "I" didn't know that my fcking husband is fcking another girl behind my back DIDNT know?! oh, let me tell you Childe" Pointing at his chest

"I fcking knew from the start I fcking knew all your business trips are just trips In her house to just fck her, and pretend you're both married, Don't even get me started with your list and list of hotels receipts just to fck her there you horny little shit!?"

Childe was now completely losing it. His grip on your shoulders was now so hard that his nails were digging in your skin. His breath was shallow and you could feel the heat emitting from his rage. The look in his eyes has completely changed, he was pure anger now.

"You knew? You knew all along and you still stayed? You are a bigger idiot than I thought. Is that why you weren't able to satisfy me? Because she was doing it better than you?" he mocked looking down at you with range in his eyes

But all you can feel is the need to let him know about what you truly feel at this moment. feeling a little sting inside your heart for hearing him say that but also feels your whole being, being able to let it all out.

"maybe?! Maybe LOVING THE FCK OUT OF YOU IS MY IDIOTCY . That's my fault you little shit. MY FAULT FOR EVEN STANDING UP TO YOU FOR ALL THE DRAMA THE PAIN THE TORTURE YOU HAVE FCKING GIVEN ME ALL THIS TIME!? YOU ASK ME WHY I STAY? AND SAY I'M AN IDIOT FOR IT??? HAHAHAHAHA SORRY FOR BEING AN IDIOT WHO LOVES HER FCKING CHEATING HUSBAND BECAUSE SHE CANTS JUST LET GO TO HER BELOVED AJAX?! you fcking shit " pinches his arms so hard that you are sure to leave a nail mark on it to make him let go of your arm

Childe lets out a roar of rage, his grip on your shoulders is still strong but he's starting to lose his strength since he can't keep on holding you back. All of the years of being patient with you have lead up to this moment now and he was finally snapping. He yells the next words with anger and hatred.

"Beloved?! You call being cheated on for the past year "love"? Love? You've got to be kidding me! You're just as dumb as I thought you were. I am so glad I'm getting a divorce!"

hearing this made you blow up and just doesn't care anymore so you reply with "OH YEAH?! THEN FINE I'M DONE?! YOU FCKING WHORE OF A SHIT AND A HORNY FCKING PIECE OF GARBAGE GO TO YOUR TRASH CAN WILL YOU MAYBE "SHE" CAN HANDLE YOU YOU PIECE OF UNRECYCLABLE TRASH?!" slaps him again* "Get YOUR FCKING HANDS OFF ME!?"

Childe's face went from anger to shock and pain as the second slap landed. His grip on you tightened again, his fingers tightening around your shoulders, his nails piercing your skin. Your words seemed to sting him but the pain just made him angrier.

"Shut your whore mouth, you stupid c*nt."

Hearing it you just can't stop talking back at him "OH YEAH!? ARE YOU TALKING TO YOURSELF?! Congrats!! YOU KNOW YOURSELF THAT MUCH!?" you sarcastically replied

Childe's body clenched and he grunted as the insult hit him. He didn't say anything but the fact that it hurt him was clear. Without warning, his grip let go of your shoulders and he pushed you away with such force that you fell backwards onto the floor. His eyes looked at you with nothing but hatred now.

So you stand up by yourself from the cold floor "bastard till the end" Cold glare as you contact his eyes with yours.

Childe stood there for just a moment, looking down at you. He was about to leave the room but he paused, as if he had something more to say.

"You're right; I am a bastard all the way through. I don't like you. Hell, I never even loved you in the first place. The only reason I married you at all is because I felt sorry for you."

Something inside you is now...empty after hearing what he said to you. feeling stabbed inside… again and again inside your pitiful full of holes and broken heart

"is that so… then let me tell you Tartaglia I only married you because I did loved you and I meant the Ajax that I married not the cunt like you .. So let me remind you clear EVEN if you married me because of pity I dont fcking care"

"Oh really? You don't care if your husband married you out of pity because you're as pathetic as they come?"

Childe took a step forward, getting closer to you again.

"I knew you were stupid, but I didn't think you were that stupid. Who the hell would love you if I didn't? You're not loveable."

with range blinding your vision third slap came from your right hand in a flash of the eye harder this time "Leave already you FCKING CUNT?! "

Childe flinches again, this time showing more of his pain. He seemed to be more in his feelings than he was before. He looks away and scoffs, he could've just left but he stays, as if he can't seem to walk away.

"Fine, I'm leaving. But before I do, I'm going to give you one last piece of advice: Don't be so fcking annoying. Maybe then someone might love you."

You look at him leaving the door

"then some advice from me is. Don't be such a fcking horny cunt who can't be satisfied by one woman. then maybe the only possible woman to love you truly and won't leave you for the rest of your lifetime." Slammed the door hard in front of his face

Childe's face scrunched up in anger as your words hit him once again. He wanted to say more, he wanted to get the last word in but, at the same time, he was ready for this to be over. He slammed his fists against the door loudly before finally walking away.

THE END[?]

Well, looks like this marriage is definitely over. The two of you seem to be going your separate ways now and it looks like there's no hope of reconciliation. Although the two of you have made harsh remarks at each other, it's clear that there is still a bit of underlying feelings.

You would be stuck with these memories of being cheated on and emotionally abused for years to come. The pain from all the events leading up to the end won't be easily forgotten for you, but that also isn't something that will stay with you forever you convince yourself. That, you will find someone better and have a healthier relationship, just like you wanted from your relationship with Childe.

Overall, it's safe to say that there are a few lessons to be learned from this story: don't stay in a relationship out of pity, and don't cheat on your partner!

If you want a Happy ending it's in the Comment section

A/n: Hi Ars here! I just wanted to say that I don't really know if this is counted as angst??? I mean that was pretty intense I tell you. Well, I don't really know for now since exams are over I think I will slowly start to work on my other drafts as well but at the same time take a break from the stress life has gifted Given to me. I feel like being sucked by mosquitos after answering problems 😢

P.s : hidden easter egg : search for the references :>

Anyway, help me decide if I should continue or no? Thank you Have a great day ahead of you!!!

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[babymikolover]

make it up to you

synopsis: miko comes back home late from the studio.

contains: smut, slight angst? one shot.

word count: 1,351

genre: smut 🖤

you and maria victoria, better known young miko, have been dating since the start of her career. Your relationship has been going good till a couple weeks ago, Vicky had been going to the studio a lot more recently with Mauro and Mariana since she was working on her new album “att.”, you both agreed that she wouldn’t stay in the studio for the entire night, till today. you woke up with her gone as usual, and now you're going to sleep without her which wasn’t usual. you decided to text her since the last time you did was a little over an hour ago.

y/n: vicky

no answer.

y/n: maria victoria

still no answer.

you clenched your jaw and placed your phone on the nightstand, turning your body over and tucking yourself into your soft blanket. you then heard rain beginning to patter against the windows, still no text back from vicky. you started thinking about how distant she was being without her realizing, this had happened before. she would come home late for multiple nights in a row, and each time she expected you to forgive her like it was nothing.

you had drifted to sleep already, but you woke up to the sound of the lock to the front of your house being twisted open and then closed. you automatically knew it was Vicky, you took a glance at the digital alarm clock on your nightstand and it read “3:14am”, you scoffed at the time and your back continued to face the door. footsteps were approaching your shared room, you heard the knob twisting open as the door got pushed open and a faint creak came from it. you heard footsteps coming closer to you, a weight was added on the edge of the bed then words came out of her mouth.

“lo siento, mi amor”

you scoffed and shook your head at her words, your back was still facing her and your blanket was still comfortably on your body. you weren’t gonna forgive her easily this time.

“mhm”

you hummed sarcastically. your eyes were shut and your cheek was slightly squashed as your face rested on your hands, your legs slightly shifting against the bed.

she looked at you, knowing you were pissed yet she knew you didn't want to go to bed alone. she sighed, crawling to the opposite side of the bed and getting under the blanket with you. she wrapped her arms around your waist and snuggled close to you. she placed a few kisses on your shoulder before speaking

“por favor..lo siento, i lost track of time.”

she whispered. one of her beautifully tattooed hands started slipping under your shirt and began rubbing on your bare stomach. her nose nuzzling in the crook of your neck.

“You couldn’t text me back and let me know that you were gonna come home late?”

you said with a scoff, your jaw was still clenched and you attempted to scoot away from her, her gentle but soft grip on your lower stomach stopped you.

she pulled you back close to her, making sure she continued to hold you. her lips were still on your shoulder, planting a few more kisses before speaking again

“you know i was recording all day, amor..”

she continued to place soft kisses

“I just got distracted then the hours started going by..lo siento, por favor perdóname, mami.”

you bit your bottom lip as she continued to place soft kisses on your shoulder, you wanted to stay mad at her so bad, but you couldn’t. instead you wanted her to make it up to you, you hum sarcastically again at her words. letting her pull you closer to her again, tilting your head slightly so she has more access, one of her arms wrapped around your waist and the other had slipped under your shirt rubbing your bare stomach.

“I'm not forgiving you easily again.”

you muttered. Each time she did this you always forgave her easily, not this time though.

she gave a small smirk at your reaction, glad you didn’t push away this time. her kisses came on a little bit harder and firmer. she planted a few kisses on your neck before slowly speaking, making sure to speak into your ear in her deep, raspy voice

“I know, I know mi vida..”

her hand on your stomach started to go under your shirt more, almost up to your boobs

“i’ll make it up to you, te lo juro”

your legs began rubbing against each other, she already knew what you wanted and you weren’t gonna beg for it.

her lips began trailing up your jaw and the tattooed hand that was on your stomach was now on one of your bare breasts.

she continued to murmur sweet nothings into your ear in spanish and in english, also murmuring apologies.

you were harshly biting down on your bottom lip as her slender hand began to squeeze at your boob. her other tattooed hand began making its way to your inner thighs, she placed a last kiss on the shell of your ear before whispering.

“lay on your back preciosa.”

she pulled away from you and you did as you were told, you laid on your back and she quickly got between your legs, one of her hands on the waistband of your shorts and the other on your hip.

“puedo?”

she asked as she looked up at you with her blue-gray eyes that were now blown out with lust.

you immediately nodded and she then pulled down your shorts and your panties in one swift motion.

she let your panties and shorts fall to the ground. your eyes never left hers, you were watching her every move.

she then placed one of your legs over her shoulder and started placing soft kisses on your inner thigh.

you clenched your jaw once again and your eyebrows furrowed at her teasing actions, you brought one of your hands to her brownish red hair, gently tugging on it. almost as if you were telling her to stop teasing you.

she smiled against your skin as you tugged on her hair, both of her tattooed hands now on your hips. she started trailing kisses closer to your core, and you attempted to arch your back into her, but her hands on your hips were practically gluing you to the bed.

“have some patience, mami”

she muttered into the inside of your thigh, looking up at you with a smile. in return you gave her a glare and just like that she placed a kiss right on your soaked folds.

you immediately threw your head back and your eyes screwed shut, your jaw slacking.

she started expertly licking at your pussy and one of her hands made her way near your heat. she looked up at you and started sliding one of her tattooed fingers in your soaked hole.

you let out a loud noise at the feeling of her slender finger pumping in your pussy and her tongue circling your clit. she then slid another finger into you and she watched your face scrunch up, your noises were music to her ears, and it was embarrassing how close you were already.

“you getting close, mi amor?”

she said against your skin as she looked up at you, she was now kissing on your inner thigh but her fingers kept pumping into you. each time her fingers would thrust into you she would hit that spot that had you seeing stars. you just responded with a loud moan and she smiled against your thigh.

with just a few more thrusts of her fingers you came. she continued to pump her fingers into you as you came down from your high, she placed a last kiss on your inner thigh as she gently pulled her fingers out of your sensitive pussy. she looked up at you with a smile and planted her lips on your lower stomach before she spoke.

“did I make it up to you?”

a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed this!! this is my first ever oneshot and just my first time writing something like this in general, I hope you guys liked ittt

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

HELLO!!

IMAGINE IF DONNA SEES ANOTHER VILLAGER FLIRTING WITH THE READER AND SHE GETS EXTREMELY JEALOUS? Like, the villager is being a creep and Donna scares him away. Then, she brings the reader straight back home and fucks her until she can only think of Donna and nothing else.

And then there is some happy cuddles at the end :D

Yess!!! Here it is!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

You belong to me

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem!! Reader

Warnings: smut, jealousy, possessive Donna, slightly dark themes, fluff

Word count: 4,463

Summary:  You are hers, and she wants you to remember it

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! Yes, two requests in one day, I had a day off, so I could do it :))) I love you all!!!

“To the village, to the village! Let's go to the village!” Angie hummed, while you and Donna walked slowly through the forest, already seeing the wooden gate that delimited the Beneviento lands.

“For Gods’ sake, Donna, make her shut up...” You sighed through your teeth, shaking the hand of the woman in black, who laughed half-heartedly.

“I'm sorry, (Y/N), but I'm afraid you brought this on yourself,” the woman in black said, whispering, letting her words get confused with the wind.

“Me?” You asked, pointing to yourself and stopping walking.

“Who has the idea of going shopping to the village?” The woman asked, with a certain tone of pride. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“It was my idea, but...” You started to say, frowning.

“So, Angie being overexcited is because of you,” Donna said, gently pulling your hand so you walked next to her.

“Come on, Donna... It would be really good for us to take a walk around the village,” you sighed, making the woman stop and look at you through her horrible black veil.

“I don't know why,” she complained again.

You sighed and rolled your eyes for the third time in that short walk.

Your romance with one of the village Lords was going great. After meeting the mysterious Donna Beneviento, you knew that there was no place in the world that wasn't next to her, at least for you. To really get to know her took you a lot of time, to understand her feelings, her frustrations, her fears... But you did it, and you didn't regret it at all. You loved her and she loved you. You didn't need anything else, you didn't want anything else.

“Stop complaining, tesoro...” You said in a mocking tone, emphasizing that word which she used to address you.

“Are you making fun of me?” She asked, knowing it was on purpose. Well, that was your intention.

“Yes,” you said without any problem, moving forward and slightly lifting her veil so you could steal a kiss from her, one of those stolen kisses that drove you crazy, and you suspected that her too.

Donna sighed, unable to contain the urge to caress your cheek gently. It was a romantic moment, one of those moments that you loved, in silence, just looking at each other. Too bad you weren't alone in that forest.

“Hey! Hey!” Angie shouted, trying to separate you when the kisses returned, slow, affectionate... “Stop doing that, now!”

“Angie,” you growled, covering your lover's face again and clenching your fists tightly.

“Forgive me, I'm nervous,” Donna said, taking your hand again and gently stroking it with her thumb. “I haven't been to the village for a long time.”

“Don't worry, I'm with you,” you said, turning to continue walking, before she once again pitied you enough to go back home.

Fortunately, there were not many people. It's not like you were taking a walk either. Shopping was a priority and, to be honest, you didn't really want to explain things to your old acquaintances either. You knew your relationship was known, but you hadn't had the chance to check out their reactions to it. It was better that way.

“But what do my eyes see...” a familiar and sarcastic voice said. The Duke, a greedy unscrupulous merchant, the only bastion of commerce in the village, laughed with pleasure when you approached his usual stall. It was very strange not to see that man in his carriage.

“Hi, Duke, how is everything going?” You said with a kind smile. You got along quite well.

“Great, Miss, (Y/N). Lady Beneviento, it is an honor to see you in my humble store,” – the man said, bowing to show respect. You knew it was just courtesy; he could be as powerful as any of the Lords.

“Do you call this a store?” Angie mocked, in Donna's arms, speaking for her. Poor woman, she will never lose the habit of speaking through the devilish puppet. Even having kissed you, she had a hard time letting you hear her real voice.

“Well, I sell things so... Yes, it's a store,” the man responded, politely, rubbing his hands.

“Do you have fabrics?” Angie asked, along with an impatient sigh from her owner.

“The best fabrics for you, Lady Beneviento,” the merchant replied.

You looked at the sky, knowing that this transaction was going to take a while. Donna was very meticulous with her work. She was not going to choose the first fabric that was offered to her. A familiar smell reached your nostrils.

“Chestnuts...” You said, licking your lips, searching with your eyes closed for the source of that aroma. You soon located it. Mrs. Ionut, that adorable old woman, continued doing what she liked best, and what you liked best.

“Donna, give me a moment,” you said, putting a hand on her shoulder while your girlfriend checked the quality of some fabrics.

“Mm?” She murmured quietly, without looking at you.

“I'm going to go get some roasted chestnuts if you don't mind,” you said in a friendly tone, rubbing your hands due to the cold. “With this cold they will be very handy.”

A mourning hand grabbed your wrist almost immediately.

“Are you going to leave me alone?” Donna asked, making sure that no one but you was listening to her.

“No, no, no,” you said, taking her hand to loosen her grip on your dress. “It will only be a moment, and I will be right there.”

The lady in black let you go and nodded slowly.

“Thank you,” you said as you paid the old woman, delaying your return to that boring fabric display for a bit.

Leaning against a small wall, you looked around, letting the memories of your childhood in the village make you a bit nostalgic, just a bit.

“I can't believe it... (Y/N)?” a voice behind you said, startling you. A young boy, your same age, jumped over that small wall, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“Oh, hello Adrian...” You murmured half-heartedly. Yes, you knew him, unfortunately.

“Wow, wow, wow... You've grown a lot, huh?” the boy said, leaning next to you, too close.

“It's what people do, grow,” you said disinterested. At that moment you wanted to see fabrics with Donna more than talking to your old school friend.

“People? You are still a person?” He asked with a mocking tone and a smile that made you chill.

“I don't know,” you said with the same sarcastic tone. It was not enough for Adrian to understand that you wanted him to disappear.

“Do you know what I don't know? Where have you been all this time,” he said, giving you a nasty elbow that made you clench your teeth tightly.

“That's none of your business,” you whispered, putting the rest of the chestnuts in your bag.

“Wow, I think it is. They say you go around with strange company now,” he said, pretending to speak in a low voice.

“Don't tell me,” you sighed, looking for Donna with your eyes.

“It is said that you have gotten into bed with Lady Beneviento... You couldn't settle for a simple villager, could you? You always had very high expectations...” The boy said, making your face turn red with shame and anger.

“You're right, that's why I never wanted to have nothing to do with you,” you commented, being as direct as possible.

“Oh, come on, don't talk to me that way, we were good friends, do you remember?” The young man insisted, wearing down your patience more and more.

“I try to forget about traumas,” you said, separating yourself from the wall and ready to leave. His rough hand grabbed your wrist, dragging you next to him again.

“Wait, wait, where are you going so fast?” He whispered in a tone that made you want to vomit.

“I have more important things to do, Adrian.”

“Oh really? Hey, is that true?” He asked not wanting to let you go. Your patience had been exhausted for a long time.

“What is true?”

“You already know… Lady Beneviento is freaking crazy. It must be exhausting putting up with a woman like that, right?” He said in your ear, making you immediately push him away and grab his handkerchief.

“Say that again, you piece of shit, and I swear I'll give you such a kick right in the balls that you are going to see all the stars in the Universe,” you threatened. Your words only made his smile grow.

“I'm just saying what they say out there,” he said, with his hands in a position of surrender. You shook your head, stopping the growing desire of your fist to crash into his face.

“Why don't you go to stalk someone else?” You asked, crossing your arms and turning around again. This time his grip went directly to your waist. You tried to break away, but you couldn't.

“Come on, come on, (Y/N)... You and I don’t have to repress feelings...” He said disgustingly in your ear, making you gag.

“Hey, let me go,” you protested, putting your hands on his chest to push him away. It was useless. He was much stronger than you.

“Stop denying yourself what you feel...” Adrian whispered in that disgusting tone again, getting closer and closer to you. “Let me show you that I… What?”

His gaze was lost behind your shoulders, which made you free yourself from his grip.

“A, mo, mo, mo mo...” He stammered, pale with fear of something you couldn't see. “A monster!” He screeched with a high-pitched voice as he hurriedly fled through the orchards.

You laughed satisfied, knowing it wasn't a coincidence. When you turned around, Donna, with the doll in her arms, was there.

“Oh, thank goodness...” You said, with a hand on your chest, approaching her “Thank you for getting rid of him. I guess now Adrian will think twice before...”

“Shut up,” Donna said, interrupting you abruptly, unpleasantly, something unlike her.

You made an effort to say something, but you were quite confused by that attitude.

“Let's go home,” she said next, grabbing your hand even tighter than Adrian, dragging you through the snow while you tried not to trip.

“Hey, hey, Donna, what's wrong with you?” You asked, pulling her to let you go, making you almost fall into the snow.

She didn't respond, she took your hand again in a more abrupt way and dragged you through the forest until you reached the old estate again.

“Come in,” she said, opening the door and pushing you inside. You were confused and you weren't going to deny it, a bit scared.

“What’s wrong, Donna? What is all this about?” You asked, rubbing your sore hand.

The lady in black removed the veil from her face, revealing an expression of deep pain, of uncontrollable anger that you didn’t understand.

“What are you about, (Y/N)? Do you think you can laugh at me?” Donna asked, her entire body trembling, her knuckles white as she pressed them on either side of her hips.

“What? Donna, come on, calm down,” you said, thinking it could be a crisis, that her head had chosen a bad moment to destabilize, something that happened less and less frequently.

“Don't play dumb...” She hissed, getting dangerously close to you. “I saw what you did with that boy.”

“Oh, yes, pure love...” You said ironically, laughing, crossing your arms and shaking your head, incredulously.

“Does it seem fun to you? You flirt with a boy in front of me, and you laugh?” She asked with her eye wide open, breathing faster and faster. “Sei una cagna…”

Faced with that insult, your body acted alone, slapping the face of the woman in black with a look of pride.

“What the…?” She hissed with a hand on her cheek, looking at you with a hatred you had never seen before.

“I'm sorry, Donna. I’ve understood you. You’ve insulted me for no reason and that has offended me,” you explained, without leaving aside that cocky tone. You were sure the brunette weren't right.

Donna shifted in place, looking for an answer or a punishment for such audacity. In its place, her face relaxed and lowered her head, pursing her lips.

“I'm sorry, it was inappropriate. I shouldn't have insulted you,” she said with a low voice, unable to recognize that she had made a mistake.

“Well, well...” You said, looking at your nails coldly. “Apologies accepted.”

Donna nodded, shaking her head and grabbing you by the shoulders as you were about to leave.

“Don't you think you owe me an apology too?” She asked with that dangerous tone again. You stood frozen in place, grimacing tiredly.

“Why do I have to apologize? I haven't done anything,” you said with a frown and your hands outstretched as a sign of ignorance.

“I think you have, (Y/N), you have broken your word,” she said, cornering you against a wall.

“My word? What are you talking about? Donna... My love, you are very nervous... Let me prepare something for you to relax...” You said with a more understanding tone.

“I don't want to relax!” She screamed, kicking the ground childishly, like a little girl who was having a tantrum. “I want you to explain to me why you were flirting with that stronzo!”

“Flirting? Oh, okay… okay… I think, I think you're wrong,” you said, laughing nervously, rubbing her arms so she would relax a bit.

“I know what I saw,” she murmured, pushing your hands away in the same unpleasant and abrupt manner. “That boy was... Groping you...”

“Do you think I wanted him to do it?” You asked, this time offended by that accusation.

“I don't know, (Y/N)... You promised me that only I could touch you, that I was the only person in your life!”

“You are! Damn it, Donna... Let's see... You can't be jealous of something that hasn't happened,” you said, controlling your nerves, the desire you had to beg forgiveness for something you hadn't done, the desire you had for your love  to believe you and come to her senses.

Her heavy breathing calmed down, but her eye still looked at you with hatred, with resentment. You took advantage of that small silence to bring your hands to her face, wiping away the tear that was running down her cheek.

“Donna, my love...” You whispered in a loving tone, trying to keep her gaze in yours. “That guy is an idiot… I have never felt anything for him in my life. Well yes, disgust. Nothing else, darling... You are the love of my life... I will never cheat on you, I promise you...”

She nodded, letting her forehead rest against yours. Her sobs and the tremors of her body told you that she didn't believe you.

“Seeing you next to that boy... I... It was horrible...” She whispered, well, she sobbed. You closed your eyes and kissed her forehead in understanding.

“It’s over, Donna. You’ve scared him, you’ve fought for me and you’ve won...” You said, bringing her head to rest on your shoulder.

Her embrace was almost desperate, pulling tightly at the fabric of your dress, as if she feared that if she didn't hug you tightly enough, she would lose you. It was always her biggest fear, losing you. You couldn't blame her for losing her mind over her only hell, a life without you.

“I want, I want you to be mine... Only mine, (Y/N)” she said, separating herself, her voice slightly dark.

“And I’m... I’m only yours,” you said, approaching her lips, kissing them tenderly until she kissed you back after a few confused and tense moments.

“No... No, it's not enough,” she said, shaking her head and breathing hard again. “I want you to think about me, only about me…”

That slightly different tone made you raise your eyebrows, not being able to stop your face from breaking into a mischievous smile.

“Oh, and how are you going to get that? My mind thinks about many things...” You whispered seductively in her ear, biting the lobe gently. Donna looked at you confused by your attitude, but she soon smiled in a similar way.

“After this, honey... It won't...” The lady in black whispered, running a finger along your neck, sending hundreds of electric shocks through your nervous system.

“Test me,” you hissed, biting your lip and leaning against the wall. Donna's smile widened even more, grabbing your hair and pulling it so she could kiss you again, this time in a hot, dominant way, something that was very rare to see from the lady in black. You were going to enjoy that.

The gasps didn't take long to come. Donna's hands and body against yours made clear her intention to not let you escape, to make you hers, to make your mind not think about anything else. She would never know but… She had already achieved it, a long time ago.

You moaned when, in the middle of that tangle of kisses and messy caresses, her thigh settled between yours, making you sway with a burning desire, wanting more and more contact.

“Look at you, (Y/N)... Are you anxious?” She asked mockingly, enjoying your erratic movements.

You nodded, not even letting her words cloud your desire, lunging at her neck to bite it, clawing at her back, hanging on to her as she laughed contentedly.

“Donna...” You moaned when the heat that the clothes gave you began to become unbearable. “Please…”

She pulled away and gaped at you. She couldn't help but have that tender look, although a dark shadow bathed her expression.

“Come,” she said, removing her leg and dragging you through the house toward the elevator.

The descent was slow, which led to the wild kisses continuing, your body clinging to hers almost desperately. Donna panted nervously, with the same eager desire as you, but this time she wasn't going to give up easily, somehow, she felt like she had to punish you somehow.

As her kisses deepened, her hand moved up your leg, scratching your skin, marking you like an animal making it clear what its territory was. You moaned at the sensation, beginning to unbutton her dress.

“Stay still,” Donna said to you, gently pushing you against the wall of the elevator. “I want you to really want it, (Y/N), I want you to want me...” She whispered in your ear, rubbing your underwear under your dress, running her finger over your already wet and hot folds. Apparently she found that amusing.

“I hope I caused this...” The lady in black said amused, increasing the intensity of her caresses between your legs, pressing your clit, but without putting her hand in your underwear, which made you moan in frustration.

“Yes, Donna...” You managed to say, closing your eyes from the pleasure that her simple touch caused in your body. “Please, do it to me now… Right here, I need you…”

“No, tesoro...” She said, shaking her head and removing the hand from your wetness. “That's not enough.”

“Please...” You begged pathetically, attacking her dress again. “I want you, only you…”

“Do you?” She asked, with a slightly kinder smile, but with a mocking tone, also revealing her own desire. “How much do you want me?”

“So much...” You sighed, putting your hand through her covered chest, letting out your desire in the form of soft caresses on her breasts through the black fabric. Donna closed her eyes and shook her head.

“No, no...” She said with an evil smile, removing your hand and putting it against the wall, making the entire cabin move. “How much do you want me? She asked again, against your lips, removing the soaked fabric of your underwear and caressing you inside, playing at your entrance, causing you to seriously tremble.

“So, so much...” You gasped, spreading your legs to give her more access, which she didn't take advantage of. No, she wasn't going to do it until you said what she wanted to hear. The situation was getting more and more exciting.

“Tell me, (Y/N), are you thinking about me?” She asked, stopping her caresses until she heard your answer.

You could only nod, moving so her hand slid further into your folds.

“Oh, and what are you thinking about?” Donna asked again, resuming her movements, making you moan again.

“I think, I think that I want you to fuck me...” You said with a gasp, noticing how the tip of her finger was brushing your entrance, just brushing it. That game was going to finish you.

“But how rude, (Y/N), you know I don't like when you talk like that,” she said, clicking her tongue. “Say it, tesoro.”

“What?” You asked confused.

“Say you're mine,” she said with a dark look, raising her free hand up your immobilized arm, leaving marks where her nails passed. “Say it and I may grant your wish.”

“Fuck…” You huffed, looking away from her and grabbing her wrist to push her hand right where you needed it. She frowned, but she let your hand guide her movements.

“What have you said?” She hissed arrogantly. You shook your head.

“I'm yours, Donna... Only yours. Only you can touch me, only you can... Oh, Gods, please...”  You stammered, moaning when she finally acceded to your wishes, inserting two fingers into your entrance, curling them right where she knew you couldn't resist.

“Shhh, that's it, good girl...” Donna said with a triumphant smile, looking for the most comfortable position for you.

She couldn't pretend she was that way, she just couldn't. Knowing that behind that strange game of domination a fragile heart hid, that Donna would give her own life rather than harm you, only increased your desire more.

Her hand moved slowly, but with intensity, making you enjoy every caress, every gasp that her lips emitted when she touched you that way.

“Oh, Donna,” you moaned, burying your head in her shoulder as she held you, while she made love to you in a different, strange way, but one that you would definitely want to repeat.

“That's it, say my name...” She said, increasing her speed, making your body almost destabilize. “Say it”

“Donna…”

“Who do you belong to, (Y/N)?” She asked, stopping just when your walls were ready to contract, just when your body was already preparing the best orgasm of your life. -Answer, or I won't continue!

“You, I’m yours! Please, I want, I want...”  You screamed, slapping her back comically, making her laugh softly as she continued to move inside you, making you finally, and after a gasp that surely traumatized Angie, manage to release yourself.

“(Y/N)...” Donna whispered, caressing your heated cheeks. “I love you…”

“I love you, Donna...” You said, throwing yourself into her arms innocently. “I will never love anyone else… I promise you.”

“I know,” she said, separating, with a confused look. “But I don't want to talk anymore. I think you have to do something for me.”

You nodded amused, tugging at her dress to pull her towards you as she awkwardly shifted out of the elevator.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked, undressing completely and flopping onto the bed. She looked at your sweaty body and reached down to caress your legs, getting lost in the softness of your skin.

“Stay still,” she ordered you, to which you nodded.

Her hands went down to her dress, getting under it.

You stood stunned, watching as her underwear fell to her ankles, with her dress almost intact if it weren't for the buttons you managed to undo earlier.

“You're going to think only about me, (Y/N)... You're only going to see me... Nothing else, nor anyone else,” she said with a serious tone, almost growling because of the humidity that would surely be between her legs. With a movement similar to that a predator would make when hunting its prey, she climbed your body, kissing every part she found, every inch of your skin she ran over.

Her ascent up your body didn’t stop until, lifting her dress, Donna placed her knees on the mattress, on either side of your head. Just that sight was enough for you to discreetly lower your hand to an area that became moist again.

“Oh... (Y/N)” Donna moaned, covering you with her dress as your mouth made contact with her wetness. You had never done anything like this but, like that improvised act in the elevator, you would repeat.

Donna wasn't lying. In your eyes, in your touch, in your entire being, there was only her, her warmth, her wetness, the sweet smell of her arousal. You were hers, in that moment you were Donna, you were part of her.

Her hips moved slowly as your tongue struggled to cover everything within reach. The sensation of moaning against her body increased as your naughty hand was unfaithful to the lady in black, rubbing yourself as you enjoyed her taste.

It wasn't long before another indiscreet scream, followed by a word you didn't understand, filled the walls of the room.

Donna relaxed and moved away from you, finally getting rid of the annoying fabric of her dress and approaching you with a confused look, kissing you, tasting herself on your mouth.

Silence was necessary. Your breathing was agitated, your chest rose and fell rapidly, but it didn’t prevent you from hugging each other affectionately, from resting your head on her chest, now naked.

“Donna,” you said, with reason already recovered and with that unfortunate argument in mind. “About that boy, I don't…”

The brunette interrupted you with a soft kiss, her caresses touching your face.

“Don't say it, (Y/N)... I know, I... I'm so sorry,” she said with her head down, kissing your forehead and looking at you sincerely, tenderly.

“I promised you that I would be loyal to you and I plan to keep my promise,” you said seriously, sounding as sincere as possible. “I'm yours.”

“And I'm yours, (Y/N),” Donna said suddenly. “May Mother Miranda curse me if I dare to hurt you.”

“That's... Nice, I guess...” You said amused, earning a soft smack on her shoulder.

“I can't do it better,” she replied, lowering herself until she was level with your lips, smiling against them, rubbing her nose against yours.

“No? Well, I think what you did to me was pretty good,” you joked, raising and lowering your eyebrows. Her cheek turned red instantly.

“I, I guess,” she said, turning around to hide her embarrassment. You moved, leaning over her body and resting your head on her shoulder.

“Yes, besides, you have achieved your goal. I can't stop thinking about you...”

[mj-iza-writer]

Requested by @electrons2006 , I hope you enjoy

"Whumpee come here", Whumper called as they sat at the table for breakfast.

Whumpee hurried into the room.

"Yes Master", they bowed to the floor.

"I remember asking for two pancakes along with the eggs and sausage", Whumper glared, "why do I have three?"

"Oh, uh", Whumpee cautiously looked at the plate, "I made too much batter, please forgive my mistake this morning."

"Are you sure you weren't making an extra one for yourself to eat secretly and you chickened out?", Whumper's glare deepened, "or maybe hoping this would be a morning I would let you have my leftovers."

"No Master, I just made a mistake in measuring the ingredients. I-I'm sorry", Whumpee gulped, "please punish me so I remember."

"You'd like that wouldn't you? Let me do all of the work", Whumper looked around the room, "you enjoy me punishing you."

"No, this morning you'll punish yourself, and I will watch", Whumper started to eat, "be creative... entertain me", they talked with their mouth full."

"Yes Master", Whumpee stood and looked around the room.

They noticed their shock collar sitting on the table.

"M-may I use this Master?", Whumpee held it up, "will this please you?"

"I don't care", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee looked it over and realized they were too dumb to figure out how to put it on the way Master did. Then they realized they didn't know how to turn it on either.

"Click it on", Whumper instructed, "here give it to me, I'd rather you didn't know how to turn it on and off", Whumper turned it on and handed it back to Whumpee.

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee bowed their head.

Whumpee took the remote and made sure it was turned to a high setting.

They held the prongs to their throat and pressed the button.

"Ymph", Whumpee groaned as they stiffened. They fell to the ground.

Whumpee looked up to Whumper for approval.

"You're trying but you need to try harder", Whumper sighed.

"Yes Master", Whumpee looked at the prongs.

They stuck their tongue out and rested it on the prongs. This was bound to at least get a chuckle from Master.

Whumpee squealed as their tongue was shocked.

Whumpee noticed a slight grin from Whumper.

'One more and I may have pleased them enough', Whumpee told themself.

The looked over their body to see where next to shock themself. They looked over their old burn from when Whumper branded and claimed them as their own property.

'They know it hurts terribly when that gets shocked', Whumpee thought as they lowered it to their scar. Their lip quivered a little as their finger hovered over the button.

Whumpee screamed as the current went through their scar.

They weakly looked up to Whumper.

"Do you think that is enough of a punishment to suffice this mornings mistake?", Whumper frowned.

Whumpee couldn't tell if Whumper was seriously asking them or if they were being sarcastic.

"Master, forgive me, I don't know", Whumpee looked at the collar. The stress of pleasing Whumper was overwhelming.

"Ymhmm", Whumper continued to eat without saying another word.

Whumpee stayed on the floor. They were about to start crying when Whumper stood.

"You may finish eating my leftover scraps", Whumper started to walk away, "thankyou for making breakfast."

Whumpee watched in shocked disbelief. Did they really just receive praise.

They hurried to the plate. Three bites of sausage, a fork full of eggs, and half a pancake were left.

"Master left me a lot today, and they praised me", Whumpee excitedly started to eat.

"Whumpee, I'm heading to work", "Whumper called from the door.

Whumpee hurried to them and knelt down, "please have a safe day and come back home safely", they leaned in and kissed their Master's boot goodbye.

"You have a good day as well", Whumper grinned.

Whumpee almost melted to the floor while Whumper closed the door.

"They like me again", Whumpee whispered as they lay on the floor, "they really like me, and I almost messed up everything this morning. They could have had a bad day because of me."

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Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 24

(Angry and irritated sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

You're like a little, shaggy-haired terrier who's got a grip on my trousers and won't let go!"

"Interesting how you can work these things out if you just think about it, isn't it?"

"Does a closed door mean nothing to you?"

"I think you have a problem with your brain being missing."

"Nobody makes a fool out of my wife!"

"Sometimes you're like a spoilt little boy!"

"I didn't do anything, so I don't know why you're looking at me like I did."

"Let's just get this over with, alright? I don't have a lot of time."

"You'll have to forgive me if I'm not quite as fascinated by this as you are."

"I'm getting tired of your insecurities."

"You always ruin everything!"

"I'm trying to warn your that your attitude is going to bite you in the ass!"

"'I don't know' isn't good enough! You're supposed to be the expert!"

"Are you on a personal mission to destroy me?"

"I've come for answers. I'm not leaving until I get them."

"If you think I'm going to bail you out of your responsibilities, you've got another thing coming."

"You know the words I want to say to you the most right now?"

"I'm doing it my way and I don't care!"

"You broke your promise."

"Don't raise your voice at me!"

"Remove yourself from my personal space, please."

"Why is it so hard to stay mad at you?"

"He bit my nose!"

"I'm right and you know it."

"I liked it better when you couldn't talk."

"What makes you think I'm being sarcastic?"

"Would you please stop? You're relentless!"

"If there's one thing I don't need, it's a hero!"

"You must stop living in that fantasy world of yours!"

"Please stop analysing me."

"You aren't better than the rest of us, no matter what you may think!"

"You are not thinking this through!"

"I know what you did."

[apocalypseornaw]

Wanna be Yours (Pt 5/5)

(A/N: I hate the scene this gif is from don't get me wrong but dayum is Sam gorgeous af in it)

Sam Winchester x Reader

Feelings are finally admitted and acted upon

@lacilou s idea that she graciously let me run with

NSFW things ahead

"Are we going to talk about whatever happened the other night when we were at the bar with Ronnie?" Dean cut his eyes up at Sam when he sat down across from him at the table and shrugged "Don't know what you mean?"

Sam leveled his brother with a look "I mean we were all getting along just fine, me and Ronnie were dancing then all of a sudden we needed to hit the road? And the twins never did show up" Dean shrugged again "Maybe they decided to stop off at a hotel, who knows with those two"

Sam shook his head, he wasn't ever going to get a straight answer out of Dean and since that night you would hardly be in the same room as him. He felt like he was being left out of a big secret and didn't like it. "I think there's more than that" Sam pushed and Dean let out a hard breath of air "You want the honest truth?" Sam nodded "Yeah, I do"

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Dean glanced towards the hall then back at Sam "I see how you look at her Sammy. I've known you your entire life" Sam felt his eyes widen, so Dean knew. Shit, he hadn't ever wanted his older brother to know he had feelings for his girl.

"Dean, you got to know I never meant to develop feelings for her" he didn't miss the look of confusion that flashed across Dean's face "What do you mean never meant to.." but he cut him off "I know you and her are close and I wouldn't want to step on your toes with anything but she's just well she's her... she's beautiful and smart. She's as sarcastic as you are but the sweetest person you've ever wanted to meet at times. She's one of the most amazing hunters I've ever met, she'll stand toe to toe with a demon and not blink an eye but she'll tear up at some movie she's watched a thousand times or get into a book she's read a hundred times to the extent she'll throw it into the wall. She's a force of nature, she's got this pull to her.. I'm sorry man but yeah I've fallen for her. I hope you can forgive me"

Sam expected a lot in that moment. Yelling, Dean to walk out hell anything except for Dean to start laughing. "What?" He questioned and Dean shook his head, laughing harder "You've been thinking all these years that me and Y/N what exactly...keep quiet and mess around behind your back? You've seen me go home with women!"

Sam shrugged, feeling like he was missing out on a lot "I figured it may be an open relationship? I mean you two move on hunts like you share one mind. You have unspoken conversations, she likes a lot of the stuff you like and she's been a steady in your life since you were nineteen"

Dean shook his head again before wiping a hand down his face "Yeah, Sammy she's my best friend. She means a lot to me but we've never crossed any lines like that. Jesus I thought you two were smart"

Sam shrugged one shoulder "Yeah well...wait us two?" Dean's face was nearly comical when he caught his slip up "Shit she's gonna kill me. Don't tell her I said that ok?" A smile slipped onto Sam's face "Are you saying she feels the same?" Dean rolled his eyes at that "For fucks sake, you're a grown man she's a grown woman, go talk to her. I'm not getting in the middle of it"

Dean stood to walk out the kitchen leaving Sam to wonder what his next move should be.

You were standing in the laundry room, waiting for your load to get done when Dean popped his head into the door "Hey sweetheart, I'm headed to meet Donna and Garth. I'll be back in a few hours. You need anything?"

You shook your head "No i think im good. Might want to grab more detergent and dryer sheets. Is Sam going with you?" He held your gaze for a moment before saying "Nope. He'll be here" you rolled your eyes "Does Donna and Garth even need your help?" He simply grinned "I'll see you tonight" "Yeah. Be safe so I can kick your ass when you get back" he laughed "You got it"

You watched him walk out and shook your head. He was trying to force your hand, damn him. You felt a chill and regretted running around the bunker in just sleep shorts and a tshirt but most of your clothes had been dirty. You looked around and found a stack of folded shirts on a shelf, you grabbed a flannel out of the bunch and slipped it over your shoulders. You weren't surprised when it fell to your thighs considering how short you were compared to both Winchesters.

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You waited until both of your loads were done and folded then grabbed your basket to head to your room and put them away.

You clicked your radio on to play music and started humming along to the song as you moved around the room, replacing what clothes went into drawers and repacking your go-bag.

The thought of Sam being somewhere in the bunker kept flicking through your mind. Dean was right, you needed to tell Sam. Neither of you were blushing virgins here. You shook your head and finished putting your laundry away.

Once you were done you turned the radio off then headed out of your room. The floor was cold under your bare feet but you were headed for Dean's tv room. The thought was to hide from Sam but you needed something to drink first.

You stepped into the kitchen and nearly ran back out when you spotted Sam pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge but froze when he looked up at you and smiled "Y/N"

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Sam had gone on an early run then grabbed a shower after Dean left. He needed to clear his head and think about what to do.

He walked into the kitchen to grab some water and the moment he leaned into the fridge he heard a noise behind him and looked up to see you standing in the doorway. You were wearing black sleep shorts and one of Dean's old Led Zeppelin shirts but what struck out to him was the fact that you were wearing his flannel as well. The image of you only wearing his flannel flashed his mind and he cursed himself for it. He didn't even really know how you felt or what you wanted.

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He felt a smile slip onto his face "Y/N" you smiled back at him "Hey Sam. Um pass me a bottle of water?" He held the one out that was in his hand "Here, I haven't opened it" you took it with a nod "Thanks"

You stood there for a moment then motioned towards the hall "Want to watch a movie?" He didn't hesitate to say yes. He grabbed another bottle of water and followed you down the hall.

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You were acutely aware of Sam at your back as you walked down the hall trying to think of a good movie you could watch with him but all you could think about was how those black joggers fit him and how tight that shirt looked across his shoulders.

You walked into the TV room and flicked the string lights on instead of the overhead then grabbed the remote. You sat down on one side of the couch and Sam sat on the other. You finally decided on a slasher flic you and Dean had watched a thousand times.

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You settled back into the cushions and tried to concentrate on the screen but you felt Sam's eyes on you. After a minute you paused the movie and turned to face him, tucking one leg under your body "Yes Samuel"

He grinned slightly "That's my flannel" you raised an eyebrow "Oh, I'm sorry. I can take it off" You moved to pull it off your shoulders but he grabbed your arms gently "Looks better on you" you were a bit too aware of how close the two of you were in that moment and he quickly dropped your arms muttering an apology.

You stared at each other for a moment before you both tried to speak. He smiled "Ladies first" you nodded moving a bit closer to him "Cards on the table here Winchester. I have feelings for you. It's developed over times and just gotten worse. It's awkward because you're my best friend's brother and younger than me but it happened"

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He was silent for a moment and you were mentally kicking Dean's ass when Sam suddenly reached across pulling you into his lap. You gasped at the sudden movement, bracing your hands against his chest.

He smiled up at you and your breath caught "Thank God because if I had to go much longer without doing this I don't know what I'd do" you were about to question him when he pulled you down to him.

The moment your lips met his you melted against him. His lips moved against yours like he was a drowning man pulling in his last breath of air. Your hands found his hair, tangling in it and he groaned lightly as he tightened his grip on you, rolling his hips up to meet yours as his tongue flicked into your mouth.

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When you were forced to pull away to catch your breath he rested his head in the bend of your neck, both of your chests were heaving slightly. You felt his lips teasing the skin of your neck and fought against the moan that wanted to escape you "Sam" He stilled his movements "I like you saying my name like that"

You smiled but pulled back further to force him to look at you "Are we both wanting the same thing?" He bought up one hand to push your hair back out of your face "I want you Y/N, not just for a couple hours or a couple days. I haven't felt like this about someone in a long time. It's been absolute torture thinking you were with Dean" you laughed at that "You thought me and Dean?" He groaned lightly "I did"

You shook your head "You beautiful, idiotic man. I've had eyes for you for so long it's kind of pathetic" he grinned "like having a crush on my brothers best friend isn't?" You shrugged then smiled at him "Where were we?"

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He pulled you back into a kiss. He started at your lips then kissed down your jaw and when he made it to your neck you didn't try to stop the light moans that escaped you. You rolled your hips against his and he groaned again, grabbing your hips "Babygirl, tell me what you want here" you felt your stomach flip at his words and the way he said them "I want you to take me to your room and show me just how much you want me" "I can do that"

You stumbled into Sam's bedroom, lips never breaking fully from each other. Once the door was shut he pushed your back against it then leaned down to slip his hands under your thighs and lift you up. You gasped as you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling how his body was reacting to you.

His hips rutted against yours as he swallowed every little sound he pulled from you. "Wanted you for so damn long....so fucking beautiful..." the praises falling from his lips for you had a fire growing in the pit of your stomach "Bed Sam. Please the bed" you mumbled against his lips and he nodded "I got you baby, I got you"

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He carried you across the room to the bed and laid you down gently, holding himself up on his arms as he looked down at you. You couldn't help yourself, you reached up to let your fingertips trace the light stubble gracing his jawline "You are so fucking gorgeous Sam" the smile he gave you in return was warm enough to put the sun to shame "Y/N, you're everything"

His lips found yours again and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him down to you. His hips rolled down against yours and the feeling of his hard cock even through his joggers and your shorts was enough to make a moan of his name leave your lips "I want you Sam" He nodded "You got me"

You leaned up to shed the flannel and the shirt you were wearing and Sam pulled his shirt over his head as well tossing it behind him. The look in his eyes as he took in the sight of your bared chest had you clenching around nothing "So damn perfect" he whispered leaning down to catch one of your breasts between his lips.

"Fuck Sam" you moaned and felt one of his hands on your left leg, trailing up under the shorts you wore. His fingers got just shy of where you wanted them "Take em off Sam. Please" he chuckled against your skin before moving to the other breast giving it the same attention he had the other one.

He moved back up to your lips and time his mouth met yours you felt one of his fingers teasing at your entrance. You gasped into his mouth when it slipped past your folds. He added another after a moment, curling them upwards until he found that spot that had your back arching off the bed "You're so wet baby. Is this for me?" He teased working at your clit with his thumb while his fingers worked that spot deep inside of you.

You could feel that knot in your lower stomach building and when Sam moved his fingers just slightly to change the angle you felt it burst. You came with a scream of his name as he continued to finger you through your orgasm. When you pushed his hand away he slipped his fingers into his mouth, holding your gaze as he sucked them cleaned. "Taste so damn sweet"

You moaned "Fuck me Sam. Please" he grinned "Damn where is that smart mouthed woman that's always putting me and Dean in our place?" He reached for the hem of your shorts and pulled them down your legs before tossing them behind him "Sam Winchester I swear.." you started but was cut off by him laughing "Teasing babygirl. Just teasing"

He stood up to slip his joggers off and you felt your mouth drop open slightly. He was thick and long "Y/N, you good?" He asked, fisting his hard cock as a smirk slipped onto his face "I'm perfect baby, now C'mere" he climbed onto the bed, holding his weight up off of you.

When he got up to your face you pulled him down into a kiss and felt him push into you. A moan escaped you both at the feeling. He stilled once he was inside of you completely to give you time to adjust. His eyes fluttered shut just for a moment before he opened them "Fuck you feel fucking amazing" you laughed lightly considering the stretch of him had given way to pleasure "Good, move then"

He rolled his hips down into yours and you moaned "Just like that Sam" He buried his face in your neck, nipping and kissing the skin there as he worked his hips into yours, every thrust he was hitting that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.

You were so damn close to coming again and he must have realized it because one hand slid between your bodies to play with your clit while his movements never slowed. You felt that knot burst again and your vision went fuzzy around the edges as he fucked you through your orgasm.

His thrusts started to get sloppy and more erratic and you knew he was close so you started to roll your hips up to meet his. "Come for me Sam. Let me feel how much you want me....you're so damn gorgeous and strong and fucking perfect for me..."

Your words pushed him over the edge and he buried himself inside of you with one final thrust and you felt when he came, filling you up.

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You could feel your legs shaking gently around him as he smiled down at you breathlessly "You are absolutely amazing you know that right?" You smiled "So my boyfriend tells me"

He gave you one of those heart stopping smiles again "Smart man, that boyfriend of yours" you nodded "He really is" He pulled out of you gently, apologizing when you whimpered a bit from the loss of contact.

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He reached down and found his discarded shirt to wipe you up a bit before laying down next to you and pulling you over on his chest. He traced the antipossesion tattoo on your shoulder as you traced the one on his chest "Wanna grab another shower, with me this time?" You asked and he laughed "Never feel the need to ask me just say cmon we're gonna go shower"

You looked up at him with a laugh "I think I love you Sam Winchester" He smiled brightly "Good because I think I love you too"

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬 - 𝐈.𝐆

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝟹𝚡, 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝟷𝚘𝚍, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍

Female Reader x Isaac Garcia

Y/n Y/l/n is Isaac Garcia's best friend and girlfriend, you guys had been friends since he first moved in with the Walter's, it felt like so long ago that you barely remember when you guys started to become friends but at first you guys didn't talk at all. 

You were closer with Nathan and Danny so you spent all your time with them but you eventually warmed up to Lee and then to Isaac, you never talked to him because he made you flustered and nervous, you always thought he was cute so you never had the courage to talk to him but when you did, you felt as if you had known him since birth.

Then the two of you grew so close that you eventually kind of forgot about your crush on, it wasn't until he revealed that he had a crush on you that you remembered. You guys were so close and at the time you were only focused on being friends with the Garcia's that you completely forgot about it, your heart always fluttered whenever he was around but one day you just ignored and kept ignoring it since.

But him admitting that he liked you was the best thing that had ever happened to you other than meeting him and the Walters. 

~lil flashback moment~

You and Isaac were only fourteen, you had been crushing on him for a while, but you had eventually stuffed your feelings for him and away and completely forgot.

It was summertime and you two had been spending lots of your time by the pool. It was early in the morning (11am) and Isaac had called you over to go swimming, you immediately agreed because of your love for swimming, you asked your parents for permission, which they gave you and then packed a bag and biked over to the Walter's/Garcia's.

When you arrived, you saw all of the Walter's outside playing and having a good time. You quickly greeted Katherine and George who sat outside on the porch drinking their morning coffee, before running over to Danny and Nathan to say hi, after that you greeted the rest of the Walter's and Lee and then made your way over to Isaac who sat on the pool ledge with his legs dangling into the water.

You ran up behind him and started talking to him about how much you loved summer and did not want to go back to school, until you both decided to fully get into the pool, when you did, you saw something in the water.

It was a squiggly line just floating around under the water. You thought nothing of it until it started making its way towards you, you started screaming and quickly ran out of the pool. Your heart was racing with fear, and you refused to go back into the water until it was out, but Isaac picked it up with his bare hands and tried to bring it closer to you.

You ran away from the pool as Isaac tried to let you know that it was just a fake rubber snake, you were furious at him, he knew you hated snakes and hated when he pulled pranks like this. 

"Isaac!" you yelled in annoyance with a scolding tone.

Isaac playfully rolled his eyes as your mad expression stayed on your face as he tried to cheer you up to get away with it, "Ugh! okay I'm sorry," he groaned apologizing, you knew he meant it but didn't at the same time. He wanted to play a prank on you and now he was mad at himself for making you mad.

"I really am," he said with a slightly convincing tone when you huffed in annoyance, he knew you were going to forgive him, you rolled your eyes at him muttering a small, "I forgive you" he smiled at you, and you sarcastically smiled back at him.

"Just don't do it again!" you yelled at him as he threw the fake snake to side while you slowly made your way back into the cold water, "Oh c'mon you know I love you too much to make you mad at me again," he blurted out, you looked at him confused on what he meant when he said, "I love you too much." 

"What?" you asked, you didn't know if he meant as friends or not but in that moment all of you old/stuffed down feelings for him returned, "What'd you say?" you asked again, "Nothing," he answered a little too quickly, you automatically knew that was a lie.

"Your lying," you confronted him, "I like you?" he sheepishly told you as it was a question, "As friends, right?" you asked him still not knowing what he meant by it, "No?" he questioned himself, "No?" you repeated.

"Yes?" slightly upset by his answer you asked, "Yes or no?" 

"I like you." he blurted out, you looked at him shocked. He liked me? "I like you too," you smiled at him, he was surprised, and you had no words, and that was the day that you guys admitted your feelings for each other.

~flashback over~

You currently sat on his bed, he was crisscrossed in front of you, and you were sitting on your knees, you two were making out, he was horny, and you were kind of horny, you were getting there. 

His hand was wrapped around your waist and your hand was gently placed on his cheek; the other was covering over your stomach, but as you guys got more into the kiss, more lust, more passion, you both started to lay back until Isaac eventually leaned on you cause both to fall back onto his bed.

Wincing at the feeling of your body hitting the bed, your stomach started to hurt even more than it already did, the pain was beginning to become unbearable. You were currently on your period.

Your periods always sucked, you had horrible cramps, and had no motivation to do anything, go to school, do homework, or talk to friends, you were just exhausted and wanted to get some sleep.

Although you somehow managed to go over to your best friend's/boyfriend's house, he really wanted to see you over the weekend, for some reason and you missed him and just wanted to be comfortable over the weekend and having him there would make you ten times more comfortable and relaxed.

Isaac heard you wincing as he hovered over you causing him to pull away and sit up, "What's wrong?" he asked, his tone was filled with concern, but he was also being very needy today so there was some slight annoyance somewhere in there, "I'm on my period and I'm having really bad cramps," you complained with a groan as you also sat up.

Isaac being his cheeky and flirty self-responded with, "Sex helps with cramps it's scientifically proven," he smirked, you rolled your eyes at him in annoyance and in embarrassment, there was no way he just said that to you, you slapped him over the head causing him to let out a yelp, you also wondered how he even knew that since it is true but you chose to just ignore it.

"Ow" he rubbed the back of his head in pain as you sat there not really knowing what to do or say until he spoke up, "I'm dead serious and you should know that I don't care if you're on your period,"

You started to become flustered at his words, you were shocked that he said that you had never done it while being on your period and you didn't plan on it. "Isaac!" you scolded him, "What? I'm serious," he shrugged, you contemplated on it, he had ruined the moment and now there was no way that you would want to do it.

"Scientifically proven," he reminded you with a tight smile and shrug, instead of responding you decided to take control and try to get back in the mood.

Getting up from your spot on the bed, you crawled onto his lap and straddled him. He was surprised by your actions, but he did not mind, he smiled as he placed his hands onto your waist as you climbed onto his lap swinging your leg over his, smiling down at him before leaning in and giving him a very passionate kiss.

His fingers tightly gripped your waist as you pulled him as close as possible, both of you smiling into the kiss, his hands roamed your back and ass. You two continued to make out on Isaac's bed, until you started kissing down his neck as he let out a few soft grunts as you mindlessly ran your fingers through his hair.

Pulling away from his to take off your jacket and shirt, Isaac did the same before smashing his lips back into yours and laying you down on his bed once again. He hovered over you, kissing down your neck and stomach until he reached you pants. He looked up at you for permission to take them off, you nodded in response and before you know he took them off along with his own leaving you both in your undergarments.

Before Isaac could do or anything you sat up and placed your hands on the back of his neck and bought him into a very deep and passionate kiss, which turned into another make out session until he pulled away and asked for permission to continue and finish what you guys had started.

You obviously nodded and then you know.

[catherinnn]

I'm really sorry.

JJ Maybank x reader (happy ending), Pope Heyward x reader (angst)

JJ wasn't really paying attention when Pope tells him about his new crush, that's why he ends up flirting with her and accidentally starting a relationship with her, until Pope can't believe that JJ is such a bad friend, and he gets a chance to explain himself, would he be able to forgive him?

warnings: mentions of sex, angst, fighting, alcohol consumption, you will want to hug Pope really tight.

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“Oh wait, I need another drink!” You said while you stopped dancing for a minute and went to the table where all the drinks were. You decided to go out tonight with your friends to the annual bonfire that was being held at the cut. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, the juice and the ice and started pouring it in your cup, when you noticed someone staring. JJ Maybank, you didn’t really know him much, never really talked to him—well, directly at him, you did talk about him with your friends noticing how cute he is.

“Hi?” You said when he kept watching you.

“Hey sorry, I was just about to offer you a beer” he says.

“Oh no thanks, I’m having vodka”

“You prefer vodka over a beer?” he said in a judgmental tone.

“Well, don’t say it like that! It’s good, I promise”

“”Yeah it’s good, but not as good as beer”

“That’s cause you haven’t tried mine yet”

“Oh, I doubt it, sweetheart”

“Here” you handed him your cup and he grabbed it with a questioning look. He took a sip, then a second one, and a smirk showed up on his face.

“It’s good sweetheart, I’ll have to give you that” You smiled at him. “Now you have to try my beer though”

“What’s the difference between a JJ beer with the regular beer?” you asked playfully.

“Oh, you see, I always pick the best one, it’s like a talent”

“A very impressive one” you joked and took the beer to try it. “Mmh, that’s… really something else” you said sarcastically. Obviously it tasted like all of the others.

“Right? Well, I have a proposal for you, we’ll share that beer and this cup of vodka together and that way you’ll have to stay by my side for the rest of the night” he flirted.

“Oh, do I really have that kind of a privilege?” you joked.

“Well, thanks to your amazing vodka and your pretty face, you earned it by far”

“Ohh, lucky me!” you smirked and accepted his offer.

The night went on with you both drinking, dancing, and flirting a lot. Going from group to group until you got to JJ’s friend group, the pogues. Now, this wouldn’t have to be problem if Pope didn’t tell JJ he had a crush on you a few weeks prior, on another party that you attended too.

“How can I do this faster than Kie, she always wins” JJ complained to Pope while he examined the can of beer so he could figure out how to drink it faster than Kiara when they were playing that game. But Pope’s attention wasn’t entirely on his friend, he was watching you dance and talk with your friends for afar.

“She’s- just gorgeous” he mumbled thanks to all the alcohol he drank tonight. “Have you seen her? Y/n I mean”

JJ didn’t really pay attention to him as he kept thinking on techniques to drink the can faster than his other friend. “Maybe it’s not the can, maybe it’s the swallowing technique”

JJ mumbled to himself but Pope ignored him to keep talking about you. “God, I’ll never have a chance with a girl like her, what am I thinking?”

But JJ did pay attention to that part, he didn’t really know which girl he was talking about, but he knew his friend was probably wrong.

“Dude, no, don’t say that, you do have a shot”

“You think?” Pope asked him while he almost tripped because of how drunk he was.

“Maybe not tonight, but the next party when you’re more sober, you’ll definitely talk to her” JJ said. He didn’t even listen to which girl, but he was sure his friend had a chance, he was very smart and a good-looking guy.

Now back to the bonfire night, JJ’s chance with you night. You having JJ’s arm around your shoulder, sharing drinks, dancing together, flirting shamelessly in front of everyone in this party, in front of all the pogues, in front of Pope, didn’t really give Pope the most comfortable night out with his friends.

He didn’t really say anything, just silently hating and wondering to himself how could JJ do this to him when he had, just weeks prior, told him to shoot his shot with you, that he totally had a chance. Unbelievable.

The rest of the pogues didn’t notice anything, they didn’t know, Pope had just told JJ about his crush on you. They all kept talking and dancing with you two, laughing or rolling eyes at every flirty comment you threw at each other.

“Alright! Just kiss her already” John B joked.

“Dude!” JJ said kind of embarrassed and you laughed.

“You two keep flirting, just kiss, you’re both desperately waiting for it” Sarah said this time. JJ looked at you with a smirk to check on your reaction, when he saw your blushed cheeks and your smile, he knew. Only if he had checked on Pope he would have seen his serious face clearly showing how uncomfortable and sad he felt. But he was busy lowering his face to meet yours and finally kissing you. All of his other friends were busy cheering and watching how cute you two looked together.

The night ended with you and all of the pogues in the Twinkie with John B driving everyone home. You decided to go to the chateau with JJ. You did hesitate at first, not wanting to be “easy” but then you thought of how much you actually wanted to go home with him and how sweet he was with you all night for him to think that low of you.

And after a long night of are you sure?’s and moans between the two of you, and a morning of wearing JJ’s clothes and sharing breakfast, Pope thought he could finally catch a break and start forgetting about you or having to watch his crush with his best friend instead of him. He really thought.

But just like Sarah and Kiara had told you, they’ve never seen JJ so enamoured with someone as he was with you. Giving you his shirts cause “they looked better on you anyway”, cooking with you, cuddling, or even spending the entire pogue’s hangouts either talking about you or texting you. His other friends found this very cute, finally witnessing what JJ is like when he’s whipped—like John B had put it.

But I say that Pope thought he could’ve caught a break is because here he was, a month after the bonfire party, yours and JJ’s party. He was on his way to the chateau to meet his friends and when he got there, he found you and JJ sitting together outside on the couch, just perfect.

“Hey” JJ was the first one to notice him walking in.

“Hi, Pope” you sweetly said. He simply nodded to your direction to at least acknowledge you two and then quickly went inside where the rest of the group was.

“That was weird” JJ stated but didn’t think much about it just yet.

A few minutes later everyone joined you outside. You didn’t notice this, but Pope chose the spot the furthest from you two.

JJ kept noticing how quiet Pope was being, serious face as if he was in a bad mood, and he wanted to cheer him up. So he tried to joke with him, the problem was when Pope didn’t respond, he didn’t even laugh. Thanks to this he started noticing how he would make small talk with Kiara, John B and even with Sarah. Just not with him. As if he was ignoring him for some reason.

“Pope, what’s going on with you today?” JJ started but Pope just shook his head not showing any emotion on his face. “Come on, you can talk to me, this is a safe space” JJ insisted.

“Oh, is it really?” Pope snorted. Everyone else kind of startled with this reaction.

“What? What’s going on man?” JJ asked again.

“I just don’t really think you would be my definition of ‘safe space’ right now, that’s all JJ” Pope answered, still clearly mad and hiding something.

“Why not? What do you mean?” JJ couldn’t understand why he was acting like this.

“You have no idea, do you?” Pope couldn’t believe him right now.

“About what? Dude!”

“Two months ago! I got really drunk at that party we went to and kept telling you how pretty Y/n was!” he exploded and told him the answer, not giving a shit that all of the other pogues and specially you were right there to listen too. It took you by surprise, you had no idea this had happened. JJ seemed to remember that night, the only thing he forgot was who the girl in question was that Pope had talked to him about. “And you told me I should try and talk to her the next time I saw her! But guess who got there first?”

“Pope-“

“No, JJ!”

“Pope, I wasn’t listening! OK?! I didn’t pay attention to who the girl was, I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“Surprisingly, that doesn’t make me feel better! Just- fuck you, dude! Really!” Pope stood up and walked away ready to punch anyone who got in his way.

The group stood in silent for the next few seconds, everyone trying to process everything that had just happened. You could feel the looks of Kie, Sarah and John B going from your face to JJ’s back and forth.

The first one to break the silence was JJ. He turned to look at you and his gaze softened. “I’m sorry” he whispered, not able to believe that he really just did that. You walked to him. “I didn’t fucking know, I wasn’t listening when he told me-“

“It’s ok, J-“

“No, now I’m gonna have to choose between you two, and I don’t want to- I-“

“JJ, it’s gonna be ok, we’re gonna go talk to him and calm him down” Kiara and John B said before going to follow Pope.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you” JJ said to you, tears forming on his eyes and clearly panicking. You went to hug him tight.

“JJ, it’s gonna be fine, you won’t have to stop seeing each other. Remember when Kie made John B choose between me or her? And now we’re still all here-“

“That’s not the same, Sarah. I’m gonna lose both of them” JJ said in a week voice.

“You won’t” you whispered for him to hear. “Let’s just wait for John B to come back, and we’ll see what we do”

A few hours later, John B was back. JJ stood up again from the couch. None of you really said anything until he came back, you just kept hugging JJ and he tried to keep calm.

“So?” JJ asked.

“He’s more calmed now, he still doesn’t want to talk though. Give him time and maybe you can try tomorrow”

“Fuck” JJ complained.

“Did you get to talk to him a little?” Sarah asked this time.

“I don’t think he wants you to choose. It just took him by surprise to still have to see you two together after a month” John B said. JJ didn’t respond, just kept thinking and thinking. “Dude, I think you should get some sleep and we’ll try again tomorrow”

“Yeah, JJ” Sarah joined in.

“O-Ok, yeah. Could you stay over?” JJ turned to ask you. You nodded.

“Of course”

For the rest of the night, JJ was having a really hard time trying to sleep. His mind was re-playing the night when Pope had told him he liked you, and all that he could remember from that talk. He remembered telling him to talk to the girl, he remembered thinking that Pope most probably had a chance with whoever the girl was, it didn’t really matter. Then re-playing the night of the bonfire, when he saw you and thought you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, talking, flirting, and dancing with you. He remembered when the pogues encouraged him to finally kiss you, and he remembered kissing you, how he felt, how he even did that in front of Pope too. He started feeling like the stupidest person on this planet.

And while everyone else in the chateau were sleeping, even you, sleeping next to him, he had asked you to stay because he thought it could maybe help him get some sleep, he thought that if he spent the night alone in his room, he would only overthink everything so many times and wouldn’t end up sleeping at all. He wasn’t entirely wrong, he did overthink everything that night, but thanks to having you there too, he was able to catch a few hours of sleep eventually.

As the next day comes, JJ keeps fighting the negative thoughts like losing you, or Pope, or even both of you. A few hours into the afternoon, he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to give Pope all the time he needed, but he couldn’t concentrate or keep himself distracted anymore, he needed to talk to him.

“Give him some more time, you can’t expect him to get over it in just a day- not even 24 hours!” John B fought JJ and his impulses.

“I can’t just sit here all day and do nothing, I need to show him that I’m sorry, I need him to understand!” JJ explained.

“I know that! But when you’re mad, we give you the time you need to cool off” John B tried to explain but when JJ kept and kept fighting, he just gave up.

“Alright! You really wanna do this?! Okay, just let me come with you so I can mediate if he’s still mad” John B finally said, getting the keys of the Twinkie. 

Once they get to Pope’s, they find him working, helping his dad. They don’t say anything as they get out of the van, they just stand there looking straight at him. When Pope turns around and his attention is drown to the people at the door, his expression changes, from his resting face to an annoyed and serious one.

“Of course it’s you two” Heyward, Pope’s dad, begins when he sees them. “Five minutes, you already had your break” he warns his son and lets him get out to talk to them.

“What?” he simply asks.

“I need to talk to you, I need to explain” JJ says.

“Just hear him out, man” John B tries to convince him. Pope only nods giving him permission to speak.

“I just- I’m sorry man, I really am. I did the shittiest thing and I did it to you and I just want you know that it wasn’t on purpose. The night you told me that I was pretty drunk too and just concentrated on some other shit that doesn’t even matter, and I didn’t pay attention to who the girl you were talking about was. I started paying attention when you said the things about not having a chance with her, and it didn’t matter who the girl was, I knew you weren’t going to have a problem with that and I didn’t want you to pull yourself down. That’s why I said you should talk to her the next time” JJ started explaining why he wasn’t paying attention the first time. “And then the next time we saw her, I didn’t know it was her, and I’m really sorry for what I did”

“I understand that” Pope slowly started. “What was actually hard to take was that you never spend more than a night or a week with a girl, or if you do, she doesn’t really spent so much time with us. That’s what made me react that way”

“I know, man, I'm sorry” JJ agreed.

“Listen, I’m not gonna ask you to stop seeing her, or I won’t stop being your friend. Just- just give me more time to get used to the idea of her being with you”

“Yeah, yeah, I just needed you to know… why I did what I did. Just- all the time you need, man”

Pope was about to say something more when his dad called him to get back to work. “I have to go now”

“Yeah, of course. Just- thank you, really” JJ says before leaving with John B again.

A couple of weeks later, you were meeting with the pogues again for a couple of beers and a bonfire among all of you. JJ and you had kept seeing each other throughout these weeks, you haven’t really seen the pogues in some time though, so it was nice to actually get invited again.

What was even nicer, was that Pope was already there too. You and JJ were wondering if the two of you together could ever enjoy the hangouts with the pogues again. Obviously JJ still hangs out with them, they were his friends first, you were the new one. JJ had told you that Pope seemed a lot better lately, he even asked him how things were going between the two of you, and he actually seemed happy when JJ responded that they were going really good.

At first, even though everybody was really happy to see you again, especially Sarah and Kie for having another girl in the group, you were still a little quiet and showing zero PDA with JJ— which wasn’t something usual for the two of you— but you did it so you didn’t make anyone feel uncomfortable. As the night continued, you let loose a little bit more, actually enjoying it a lot more.

Now, as you saw Pope getting up and going inside the chateau to get more beer, you got up too to follow him.

“Hey” you said so he would notice you went with him.

“Oh, hey” he said a little nervous, not really expecting you.

“Um, I just wanted to thank you for being so understandable I guess, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I just wanted you to know I really appreciate it” you started.

“I’ve honestly never seen JJ so…whipped for someone, I couldn’t be the one fucking it up, it’s pretty funny to watch” he joked and you started laughing.

“Yeah, the guys have been saying that too” you tell him.

"Yeah really, we’ve never seen him so in love, I guess that’s what bothered me at first, cause it had to be with you. But, like I said, I just couldn’t be the reason for him to lose this” he admits.

“You’re such a good friend, Pope, really. All of you really are his family, and I’m happy he’s got all of you”

“He’s got you too, you’re the reason for him to be so happy lately, that makes you part of the family too” You could actually cry right now, his words were so thoughtful. “I was the one who told him to invite you tonight, everybody missed you a lot and I wanted to get to know you too”

“That sound great, I’d really like that” you gave him a smile and hugged him for being so unbelievably nice.

“Princess, what’s taking you so lo- oh hey” JJ came to look for you and was taken aback when he found you two hugging.

“Hey, we were just talking, I was actually welcoming her to the pogue family” Pope explained.

“Yeah, I came to thank him for being so nice and cool with us” you told JJ. He smiled and walked to you, hugging you by your shoulders and pulling you closer. “And he also told me how whipped I've got you” you joked.

“You do” he admitted.

“Never thought I’d see the day were JJ gets so corny” Pope admits. “You need to ask her bro, it’s been long enough” he tells JJ and you don’t really understand what he’s talking about.

“You sure you're okay with it?” JJ asks him and Pope nods smiling. Then he walks back out with everyone else.

“What was that about?” you ask JJ confused.

“I really like you, like really really like you. You’ve got me whipped just like they said. You don’t even know how scared I got of losing what we've got when Pope got mad” he explains, you actually do know the feeling of being scared to lose this, you felt it too. “After I made sure he was okay with us together, I asked him if it would be okay if I asked you to be my girlfriend and he said he wanted me to, so… would you be my girlfriend, please? Cause I really like you and I can’t risk losing you” he asks grabbing you by your waist.

“I really like you too J” you admit with a smile. “Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend”

The biggest smile appears on both of your faces, he pulls you closer and kisses you, still smiling. You play with his hair, enjoying this moment with all you've got.

After you break the kiss before it becomes more heated— you will have time for that later tonight— he gives you a few more pecks on the lips and hand-by-hand you walk back outside where all the pogues are waiting for you expectantly.

“Guys, I’d like to present you… my girlfriend, new official member of the pogues now too” JJ says with some suspense and they all shout and cheer as if their soccer team just won the world cup or something, real emotion. You can’t stop laughing and smiling, this was your family now.

[misc-obeyme]

Forgive Me

Okay here it is the last of the daily chat scenes. I saved Satan for last because I have been in love with him lately. Then I wrote a scene that I scrapped, wrote half of another scene that I also scrapped, until I finally settled on this one. Sigh. Not sure I did him justice, but here it is anyway. I might do a couple bonus scenes just because there are a couple of other daily chats that I wanted to do.

Satan x GN!MC

Warnings: none

SATAN I know that apologizing won't undo the damage. I can only blame myself. I wasn't expecting the entire room to be flooded from floor to ceiling like that. At least now I understand the extent of the power contained in this spell book.

MC I'm glad my room was sacrificed for a noble cause.

SATAN Are you being sarcastic? You're still mad, aren't you? I don't blame you… I spent hours looking for something that could fix it, and I found a book of wind spells. There might be something in here that can help us dry out your room. I'm heading over there now

You stood in your own doorway, surveying the damage that had been done to your room. It had indeed been flooded by Satan's book and while you had managed to get rid of most of the water, everything was soaked. You frowned at your bed, the blankets heavy with damp, the leaves of the tree above dripping down on it. The rugs on the floor squished if you so much as set a toe on them.

You were contemplating what to do when you sensed someone coming up behind you. You turned to find Satan with a book his hand and a sheepish look on his face. You frowned at him and folded your arms.

"MC-" he began.

"Just hurry up and try out the spells in that book," you said, cutting him off. "Everything is still dripping wet."

Satan looked past you into the room, grimacing at the way it looked… and smelled. There was a distinct scent of dampness coming from it.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Right," he said, opening the book and flipping through the pages. "There are a lot of spells in here, but there's one in particular that I think will help the most with drying everything out."

"Uh huh," you said, watching him as he read through the spell in question.

He had a serious look on his face as he focused on the task at hand. You were still annoyed with him, but you also couldn't help but admire the way he looked when he was preparing to cast a complex spell. It was a mixture of confidence and concentration, the look of someone who knew what they were doing, but was also trying something for the first time.

Satan took one step into your room, the rugs squelching beneath him as he did so. You had to stifle a laugh at the expression his face. He was clearly trying very hard not to look disgusted.

He held out a hand toward the room in general and recited the spell found in the book. Your eyes widened as a swirl of blue light whipped around him, causing his clothes and hair to rustle as a wind kicked up from out of nowhere.

The wind was strong as it blustered through your room, knocking things over as it went. You felt it pushing against your back, forcing you to take several steps forward.

As the light continued to swirl around Satan, the wind's intensity increased. Several more things were knocked over in your room. It almost felt like you were being shoved from behind by a huge hand and you staggered into the room, unable to stop yourself.

"Satan, look out!" you cried as you went because you were just about to run into him.

Satan heard you, but instead of dodging out of the way, he turned around, dropped the book, and caught you. It was almost effortless, the way he simply took you into his arms, the light of the spell now twisting around both of you. You looked into his eyes and saw the glow of the spell reflected there, as well as concern for your well being.

"MC, are you all right?" He nearly had to yell this as the wind was still blowing hard, whistling and howling loudly as it went.

"F-fine," you said, but you knew he couldn't hear you. You'd said it too quietly because you were a little caught up in the way he was holding you, the way he was standing his ground against the force of the wind. You nodded your head to let him know you were okay.

Satan held onto you with one arm, keeping you close to him as he picked up the book and he managed to retrieve it without once letting you go.

Before Satan had a chance to do anything, however, the wind increased in speed and force. The light around both of you seemed to get brighter. You were sure the spell was getting out of control, but what could you do to stop it?

A sudden gust pushed into you, physically lifting you off your feet. Satan was still holding onto you, but he wasn't able to keep you grounded.

He lifted the book, focused on the pages before him for a moment, then said a few more words. The wind died down immediately, and you fell perilously. You collided with Satan, both of you toppling to the floor. The sound of the wind dwindled to a quiet susurrus before your room filled with silence.

You looked down at Satan, who was lying sprawled beneath you, your legs entangled with his, his arms still wrapped around you. You pressed your face into his chest and tried to catch your breath. You had been terrified when you felt yourself falling, worried about hurting yourself and worried about hurting Satan.

Satan's arms tightened around you and he pressed you to him. "I'm sorry, MC," he said. "This is all my fault. I flooded your room because I was careless. Then I almost let you get hurt trying to fix it. Can you possibly forgive me?"

You looked out at your room, cheek still pressed against Satan's chest. You listened to his heart beating just as fast as yours was as you surveyed the state of the dampness. To your relief, the wind spell seemed to have worked. Everything around you looked dry and there was a fresh air sort of scent lingering around you now.

You sighed and lifted your head, resting your arms across his chest and leaning your chin on them. "It worked. Everything is dry now, I think. But I'll only forgive you on one condition."

Satan looked up at you. "And that is?"

"After everything you've done, I think you owe me some kisses," you said.

Satan responded instantly by flipping you. You let out a little yelp as you found yourself under him. He leaned over you, lingering just above your lips. "Allow me to show you just how sorry I am, MC."

You didn't have time to respond as he kissed you, the heat instantly blooming in your chest. You felt one of his hands on your waist, the other one was propped up above your head. Your mouth opened for him almost on its own, all thoughts leaving you as you forgot all about your fall as well as the flood. In that moment, all you could think about was Satan, his touch, his lips, the way he paused to touch your cheek and look into your eyes before kissing you again.

others in this series:

Mammon | Barbatos | Solomon | Lucifer | Simeon

Leviathan | Asmodeus | Diavolo | Beelzebub | Belphegor

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[mumpsetc]

Genuinely Asking, (Not sarcastically! This ask comes across as bitchy unintentionally But Im genuinely asking) what do you think the themes of ii are. What the purpose of the story is. Im utterly confused by what you take from each episode. What You analyze and what you don't. Even more so how you think this obvious trick 'ending' Is good at all for the story theyre telling.

Because It feels as though you deeply misunderstand What ii is going for. What its supposed to be. Especially since you called the Relationships petty and useless? Or how you call s3 unimportant (I dont prefer s3 at all, i dislike it in fact. im a huge s1 fan. But to call it uninteresting Is confusing Now that we know what we know.)

So Im curious, What Do You think ii IS about. Why you think adam and justin and brian spent 13 years on this passion project. Because if it was for money, like you've said, why not animate for a Youtube Content farm. Why bother working on this and keeping a plot twist hidden since 2013. Why Would you go into the animation industry specifically siting II as inspiriation for it.

Not what YOU think ii should be about. You've talked about that plenty of times. What IS ii about. What Is the story trying to tell. What is the common Story beats between every single ii contestant, Civilian, and Host.

Now This is an Interesting Ask, and Thank You for Asking It I Enjoy Thinking About Stuff Like This. I Will Be Getting Personal in Response Because I Think This Ask Deserves as Much

To Address a Few Things Off the Bat: I Am a Very VERY Biased Source for a Multitude of Reasons. I Have Been Watching the Show For 8 Years and In That Time Have Picked Up a Lot of Personal and Fandom Related Baggage So I Have a Hard Time Looking at a Character Like Fan Without 8 Years of Feelings Towards Him. Also @ Your S3 Point, I've Actually Been Rewatching Recently to Properly Contextualize It in the Story as Well as View It as a Finished Product. I'm Only 3 Episodes Into That So I Can't Say Much on That Front Currently Other Than a Lot of My Older Opinions on It are Outdated and Also Made When I Was Very Very Angry Haha!

Finally on the General Disclaimers Thing, My Taste in Media is Really Weird in Part Because Inanimate Insanity. I Was Into ii From 13-15 and Then 17-Now. When I Got Back Into it at 17 I Made the Decision to Start Watching Movies and Reading More Books Because I Didn't Want to Limit Myself to ii and Stagnate in My Tastes. This Resulted in Me Seeing a Lot of Things Professionally Known as "Huge Fucking Bummers" and Generally Preferring Bittersweet or Unhappy Endings.

I Like the Fake Ending Because That's What I Typically Enjoy Across the Board. ii Having an Everyone Dies and Mephone Loses Everything End is What Appeals to Me and My Own Interpretation of the Series So I'm Happy. It Might Be Vapid and Emotionally Base But ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I Think I'm Allowed As Much.

To Answer Your Actual Question Though, I Think The Themes of ii are

Existing in a Place Like ii is Damaging for Yourself and Others and Takes a Toll on Your Interpersonal Relationships

An Allegory for Being an Artist in General

There's a Few Others Floating Around Like "Forgiveness" and "What's Real on ii?" But These are the Two I Think are the Most Present and Effect Everything, and I Vastly Prefer the First Over the Second. I Think The First Encourages Interesting Character Dynamics and is At Play With Several of My Favorite Characters (Suitcase, Cabby, Apple, Marshmallow, Paintbrush). The Artist Thing Was Always There But I Just Never Really Cared for How They Executed It.

I Get What the Story Is Going For and Can Probably Atleast Make a Ballpark Swing at It's Ending. Its Steven Universe/Pixar Influences are Worn On Its Sleeve and I Get the Point I Do I Do I Do I Promise But I Just Don't Care for That Sort of Thing Anyways. Is That Unfair Towards ii? Yeah.

On Why I Think ABJ Made This? I Can't Say. I Try to Avoid Speculating on Them or Their Intentions Anymore Because I Think the OSC Treats the 3 of Them Very Strangely and I Don't Want to Be Involved With That. I Disagree With Your Sentiment That You Can't Milk a Passion Project for Money and I'll Leave It at That.

Finally, You Asked Why I Cite ii as an Artistic Inspiration Despite How Much I Dislike It. This is Funny Timing Actually, It's My Senior Year in College And We Had to Do an Assignment Breaking Down Why We Animate At All and I Did Talk About Inanimate Insanity for Mine (For 20 Minutes Too). It's a Show That Means a Lot to Me Because It Has Had an Immense Influence on the Direction My Life Has Taken. It's a Very Right Place Right Time Situation for Me and No Amount of Logic Can Override My Very Emotional Outlook on ii.

I've Been Such a Long Time Fan and I Got So Much Wrapped Up in This Goddamn Cartoon and That's Why I Talk About It, I Got a Lotta Thoughts After 8 Years. I Can Admit a Warped Perspective But This is a Casual Thing I Do for Fun, and I Trust Everyone Reading My Blog to Be Smart Enough to Come to Their Own Conclusions.

[sokkastyles]

Hi,

Hope you are doing well.

Thank you for the answer on the Final Agni Kai. I had some questions regarding one of your favorite topics TSR.

Aang's line, "I forgive you, that give you any ideas?" which he uses when Zuko and Katara take Appa seems wrong to me in many ways. It really feels like he desperately wants Katara to forgive Yon Rah, not even realizing that its just not possible for Katara to forgive Yon Rah. In a way, it really shows his discomfort with Katara's darker emotions, but she had been feeling that way since her mother died, along with the fact that she had no idea she could even confront him till Zuko gave her that information.

Do you think that a huge moment of growth for Aang would have to acknowledge this side of Katara as well?

I would like your thoughts on this.

Yeah, that "I forgive you" line is Aang being desperate. It's also really condescending and tone deaf to even compare his "forgiveness" in this scene to Katara forgiving Yon Rah.

I put forgiveness in quotes because Aang absolutely does NOT forgive Katara for taking Appa. He just knows he can't stop her at this point. The sarcastic tone and "that give you any ideas?" make him look pretty hypocritical because he is neither being forgiving nor understanding, he's just being flippant and dismissive.

It's also really clueless for Aang to make this comparison in the first place because, once again, Aang thinks the way to get Katara to listen to him is to compare her to a murderer. People talk a lot about how hurtful it was for him to compare Katara to Jet, when Katara was strongly against the things Jet did and was hurt by him personally. But let's talk for a minute about how Aang's new tactic is to literally compare her to her mom's murderer and compare her forgiving Yon Rah to him forgiving her for taking Appa without permission after she repeatedly tried to get Aang to listen to why she needed to go and he shut her down.

It takes a lot less for Aang to forgive Katara here than it would for Katara to forgive Yon Rah, so this kinda puts a damper on his whole "forgiveness is hard" theme. And even so, as I said above, he's not really forgiving her, he's just making a sarcastic comment while still judging her. Aang is not being the arbiter of forgiveness here that he pretends to be.

Let's also look at the conversation in context because I have more to say here.

Aang is flippant and dismissive - while also implying that Katara taking Appa is comparable to her mother's murder. And I'm not saying it wasn't probably hurtful to Aang that Katara would take Appa without his permission, especially considering what Appa means to him, but it's not comparable to cold blooded murder motivated by genocide. In any way. And, like, considering how they left things in the previous scene, with Katara telling Aang she had to go, what did Aang think Katara was going to do?

I'm pretty sure I've also mentioned before how this plot point is manufactured to make Katara look worse. However, in the previous episode, Sokka tried to take Appa without permission and the only reason he didn't was because Zuko pointed out that it was a stupid idea and he happened to have a war balloon stashed away, which he conveniently no longer has as of TSR. This is basically a case of moral luck, where a character's morality is judged based on plot contrivance.

(I've also said before that Aang not killing Ozai is down to moral luck, but that's another conversation.)

So Aang is flippant and condescending, and Katara seriously and very directly tells him that yes, she is going to take Appa. Mae Whitman's voice acting is phenomenal in this scene, btw. She sounds so sad, because I think she does feel that she is betraying Aang by doing this, but she tried to tell him why she needed to do it. She tried. He didn't listen.

Then she says "don't try to stop us," and Aang says he wasn't going to and that "this is a journey you have to take," but, again, it doesn't feel like he's saying this because he really believes it. It feels like he's saying it because he has realized at this point that he can't stop them from going, short of attacking them. But if he thought he could, he definitely would have continued to try to stop them.

Which brings me also to Zuko's sarcastic comment. Because Aang's the one who sets the tone for this conversation. Zuko simply responds in kind. Katara, by contrast, continues to speak in the same sad, hurt, but firm and direct tone, and thanks Aang for understanding. She thanks him. For understanding. When Aang is offering none of that to her.

I actually think Aang could learn more from Katara about forgiveness, given how much restraint she uses towards Aang here and the way he's treating her.

I think Zuko saw that, too, and that's why he responds angrily to Aang here. Not because he disagrees with Aang's beliefs but because Katara keeps quietly but firmly telling him what she's going to do and he keeps ignoring her and acting like she's being irrational.

I've said this before, too, but that would also be triggering for Zuko to watch this happening, considering how he's been gaslit by his family. Notice how he's quiet until the end of the conversation (and didn't say much in the conversation before that, either.) Aang's language, even if well-intentioned, would probably set off something in him and he's not wrong to defend Katara.

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paring: Gojo x femreader

an: this one is a short one,but I hope y’all like it.And pls forgive me for the grammar mistakes.This is just a thought I have. Wordcount: 879

You have never thought that you’ll will end up with him.The one that you despise when you first started jujitsu kaisen,you hated how carefree he was,you hated the way he smiled so much,you hated how he didn’t care about anyone opinion,you hated those godly beautiful sky blue eyes,you hated how he was touchy,you hated that he would put himself on the line for others,and you hated that he hadn’t changed that much even after all these years,making jokes,laughing around,Being a menace to the higher up.

But now it seems that the hatred you felt towards him only grew into something you didn’t think you had for him.You actually fell in love with him.And then one mission is all it took for him to confess to you,and for you to be the biggest embarrassment and saying yes.

Now your Gojo Satoru girlfriend,and also a teacher who takes and loves your job seriously.If your students were to describe you and his relationship together it was rather chaotic but funny to watch you guys,since your the complete opposite of him. Your uptight,serious,quiet,sarcastic at times,never smiles at all,But calm and gentle with others;has a honest heart,never makes your students go into danger/dangerous situations alone.Is never carefree with stuff and your students know that yet love how calm you are. While Gojo is the total opposite of that he is friendly,unserious about stuff,Talk-ive,make a few sarcastic comments about his students,Smiles a lot,is very active,but cares for his students,Has a unfliter attitude,And a good heart.Has a great sense of humor. He does put his students in dangerous situations to watch them (yea sure).He carefree about his job and doesn’t care.

You heard one of your students say,’I guess opposite really do attract’ and it made your heart warm at the fact.

And the difference between you two is a lot.But Hey you both love each other in your way.And So today was a day you both had a day off. So what you both did was just Sit down on your boyfriend large couch and watch movie together for a while.

You boyfriend being his clingy self is laying down his head on your laps as he wrapped around his arms your thighs like a baby,which it doesn’t bother you anymore but it would in the early stages.

you silently shift your seat.Your hand were already on his white angle like locks,smoothing his locks, scratching his scalp softly and gently. Your eyes watching whatever movie Gojo had pick on,you thought he was asleep until whatever actor that was on made a little joke cause him to snicker at that.

You aren’t the one to tell him affections words towards Gojo,your the type that show actions are more powerful than words.

But as of lately,your haven’t been on top of it since you been called constantly by the higher up to go on multiple missions.

The silence wrap around you like a warm blanket yet hanging suspension.

“You know..-“You spoke quietly and as you see him turn his head back to see your face.Your expression holding on a serious look.

You breathe in and out before continuing your words.

-I'll always. .. love you, right?" You say with content and passion,your voice coming a bit low then you originally expected. Gojo was now leaning up from your laps,with a huge smile on his soft pinks lips. Now sitting down next to you,with his face closed up to you,your cheeks began to roll in a red blush as you try to keep it together. Even all this time your still shy and quiet as you hear Gojo laugh rambling out of his mouth as he hugs you deeply making you unbalanced on your position causing you to fall onto the couch with his body weight trapping you in his embrace.

"I don't blame you. I'm pretty spectacular." He says with his ironic cocky voice,As he intoxicated blue eyes stare into your eyes,with that handsome smirk on his lips.He was really god favorite.

It took you a minute before you realize what he said,making you grumble. “urgh,I was seriously about what I said Gojo” You said with a moody pout. As you roll your eyes from remembering his cocky voice.

“I meant what I said Baby,You have a spectacular guy right in front of you;Loving the sight he looking at,the way you are so gently yet so commanding in a good type of way,the way you worry about me when I do mission is adorable,I love that when your flustered you start to hide your red face from me.” He spoke in a dreamy voice lanced with seriousness,As his eyes stares down slightly at your lips then at your eyes.

You gulped down,as your face felt warm and hot.You were gonna cover your face with your hand but he stop you from doing that as he leaned against your forehead and whisper with a soft chuckle.

“did I say I love you,because I do” he says with a smile as you lips slightly turn up from his own smile.As he kiss you passionately as you let him lead the way.

Your face is red completely,but you whisper against his lips. “idiot”

And he smirk off before smashing his lips against your and making you completely forgot about the movie.

This was not pro-read by me,but pls check out on ‘Use me then’

I hope y’all have a wonderful day and weekend.