#My first request and I took like 3 weeks to finish it AND it's probably way off track to what it's supposed to be

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A Package Deal - Part 6 (the finale)

Our time has come, this labor of love is *finished* (at least for now, i could probably be convinced to return to these loves soon)

warnings: none pairing: lando x singlemom!reader word count: 2k words

- A Package Deal - A Package Deal - Part 2 - A Package Deal - Part 3 - A Package Deal - Part 4 - A Package Deal - Part 5 - Master List

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yourusername cold but happy carlossainz still can't believe you convinced Lando to spend Christmas in the cold. >>>yourusername oh it wasn't me! Stella said she wanted to learn how to ski, next thing I know he's booking a 2 week trip to Switzerland! >>>landonorris what my girl wants, my girl gets. 🤷🏻

Christmas, 2025 "Momma, are you sure Santa knows to bring my presents here this year and to not leave them at home?" The concern etched on Stella's face has you grinning into your wine glass.

"Yes, my darling." You assure her, patting her head as she snuggles deeper into Lando's side. "I wrote him a letter weeks ago, remember? You were with me when we mailed it! When you wake up tomorrow morning, all of your presents will be underneath that tree right over there."

This had been Stella's number one concern ever since Lando had announced that he'd booked a house at one of the most exclusive resorts in Gstaad, Switzerland for the Christmas holiday. You had spent a significant amount of time since discussing the fact that yes, Santa did know she wasn't going to be at home this year and yes, he would be able to deliver her presents here instead.

You had been in the mountain town for a few days now, spending nearly every waking moment on the slopes. It was beginning to feel routine, the way you all woke up around the same time and had breakfast together before getting your snow gear on and heading out onto the mountain. You had enrolled Stella in ski school that first day, despite Lando's protests that he could absolutely teach her to ski by himself, and she was thriving. It took a Herculean effort to get her off of her skis every evening but you were happy Stella was having fun.

Today you had managed to get Stella off the mountain early in order to go to dinner with Max and Pietra, who were also staying at the resort for Christmas. Max's initial reservations about Lando dating a single mom had long since evaporated into thin air, after he had seen how much both Stella and Lando adored each other this year. By the middle of the summer, you and Pietra had also become much closer as well, so you enjoyed traveling with Lando's friends who you now considered yours as well.

There was a crackling fire in the huge fireplace that took up most of the external wall of the large four bedroom chalet-style home and above the fireplace, Elf played on the tv. Stella was snuggled up between you and Lando, her head buried underneath Lando's arm, while her feet were stretched across your lap. Lando's arm is flung over the side of the couch, his fingers tangled in yours as his thumb brushes soft circles over the back of your hand. After a few days with a lot of activity, it felt nice to finally spend the evening relaxing in the quiet of your own space.

As the credits to Elf begin to roll, you tap Stella's feet, a signal that it's time to get moving. "Come on, baby girl, it's time for bed. Go brush your teeth and then I'll be in to read more of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and tuck you in, okay? The sooner you get to sleep, the faster Santa comes!"

Stella stretches out her legs and whines, sounding a lot like a cat after it wakes up from a long nap. "I want Dad to tuck me in tonight."

The entire world goes still as you suck in a breath at the name she just used for the very first time. On the other side of the couch, you see Lando freeze too, gaze snapping straight to you as his fingers tighten around yours. The request has your heart squeezing in your chest, a response to her question simply unable to form in your brain.

Stella senses the mood shift in the room and glances up first at you and then over at Lando. "What? Can't Daddy tuck me in just this once?"

Daddy.

Lando's stomach does a somersault up into his throat as he grips onto your hand for reassurance. Had she just...

It really shouldn't have been a surprise, he'd realize later once Stella was fast asleep and you were curled up in his arms in your shared bed. Ever since Silverstone back in July, Lando had practically moved in to your house in all but name. He'd decided to rent out his Monaco apartment to one of the new rookie drivers next season, choosing to remain full time in England where you were. The teachers and parents at school all knew him not as Lando Norris, Formula 1 driver but as the man that often picked up Stella from school whenever he was able to. Stella's teacher had even begun including him on her weekly email newsletters she always sent out on Friday afternoons. He was as ingratiated into this family as both you and Stella were.

But hearing her call him dad for the first time? The new title did something to Lando's heart that he wasn't sure he'd ever recover from.

Emotion claws at his throat as he struggles to find the simple words to answer her request.

"Of course he can, honey." You whisper, seeing the shock and adoration sit heavy on Lando's face. Your own voice is with thick with emotion too. "Do you need help finding some jammies to change into?" You ask as Stella slowly gets up from her little nest between you and Lando.

"Dad can help me." She says with a shrug, as if the name is the most natural thing in the world.

Lando moves to get off the couch as Stella pads down the hallway, the brand new teddy bear she had conned him into buying at a shop today tucked into the crook of her elbow. He squeezes your shoulder as you look up at him, brilliant smile stretching over your face.

"You okay?" You ask as he rounds the couch, following behind Stella, dazed look still on his face.

Lando rubs at the back of his neck, stopping for a moment before turning back to you. His eyes shimmer with tears as he glances behind him and then back at you. "I think so...is...is that okay with you? Her calling me..." He pauses, trying to work his mouth around the next word, "dad like that?"

You're surprised to see concern flit across his face, like you could possibly be upset at what had just happened. "Lando." You murmur, rising from the couch to stand in front of him. You slip your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips are warm despite the fact that his kiss is hesitant at first. He quickly reads the emotion you pour into him though: confidence, love, desire. All of it positive and he knows without needing to hear anything vocalized that you're just happy about his new title as he is.

You tuck your head into his neck, nuzzling at the warm spot you love so much. "She loves you so much and so do I. You're the best thing that could have ever happened to us, Lando Norris."

Lando chuckles. "I think it's the opposite way around, my love. You two are the best thing that could have ever happened to me."

"DAAAAAAD" From the end of the hall, Stella's little voice calls out and you both can't help the laugh that pulls you apart. "I'm waaaaaaiting!!! Stop kissing Momma and come read to me!" She demands.

"The Princess awaits." Lando mutters before giving you one last peck on the cheek and turning away to walk down the hall towards Stella's room.

Over an hour later and you're 2 glasses of wine deeper than you were when Lando left you, still sitting alone on the couch. You're beginning to think he's fallen asleep putting Stella to bed only because you've done the same thing countless amounts of times over the years when you hear the door to her room whisper open.

"You were in there a long time." You murmur as Lando sits down on the couch before he pulls you into his lap. You set the wine glass down on the side table next to you so you can wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"Stella and I had some things to discuss." He says lightly.

Lando's body relaxes as he tucks his head into your neck. If there's one thing you adore about your boyfriend you'll adore until the ends of time it's how affectionate he is. He's always touching you when you're near and he never gives half-hearted hugs, they're something he pours his full body into. The same goes with cuddling, it's never halfway with Lando when it comes to physical affection and you simply cannot ever get enough.

"Oh?" You laugh, grinning at him. "And what are you two plotting now?"

Lando shifts, glancing away as if he's nervous to answer your question. "Stella calling me dad just had me thinking about things..."

You lift an eyebrow. "Things?"

"Yeah" Lando nods. He takes a deep breath and pulls you closer into his chest. "I just got to thinking and maybe it’s time we make things official."

"What are you talking about?" Confusion has you pulling away from him so you can look at him. There's a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth and you have to resist the urge to kiss him, despite the fact that you are fully lost as to what he's talking about. "You’ve been calling me your girlfriend for months now?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, I mean official official. With this." Lando lifts his hips off the couch and pulls out a black velvet box from his pocket. For the second time that night, your heart stalls in your chest, world tilting a bit on its axis.

"Lan." You whisper before sucking in a breath as he opens the top of the ring box. Nestled in the black velvet sits the most gorgeous ring you'd ever laid eyes on. It's simple and perfect and something you would have picked out on your own had you been let loose in a jewelry store.

"Marry me, baby." Lando's voice is thick, anxiety and nerves evident in every syllable that comes out of his mouth. "I never want to go back to a world where you and Stella aren't in my life. Stella sees me as her dad, I hope you can see me as your husband and father of the rest of our babies one day. I love you so much l. Spend the rest of your life with me?

It's a wonder the sound of your heart clattering against your ribcage doesn't wake Stella up it's so loud. Blood rushes past your ears so loudly, the sounds of the house are muffled for a moment and all you can do is stare at Lando. He doesn't move, a look of anxiety and love and hundreds of other emotions sitting so plainly on his face you can barely form a thought.

"Of course. Oh my god. Of course." Your right hand finds his cheek and you frame his face with your hand as he takes your left hand before slipping the ring on your finger. A perfect fit.

"Yeah?" A wash of relief crashes over Lando because for a moment he thought you were about to reject him.

When he had finished reading a chapter of Stella's book to her, he had as casually as he could brought up the idea of them being a family for real next year. Stella had been a bit confused, asking him if the weren't already a real family but Lando had quickly explained he meant he wanted to marry you but only if Stella thought that was a good idea because she was part of their family too and what she thought mattered to him just as much as what you thought.

You nod, laughing through your tears before crashing your lips to his in a heated kiss. "Yeah." You mutter against his mouth.

"I was going to do this tomorrow morning" Lando pulls away, glancing down at your hand that's still captured between his. "But it just felt right tonight. Stella was so excited, she started asking what kind of dress she’d get to wear at the wedding."

"Oh Lando." You coo before you allow him to lay you down on the couch, kissing you as he goes.

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wait can u write about like katsuki and the readers son getting into an argument and when the reader tries to like console him he says something uncalled for or like touches them harshly (like shoving their arm away, nothing abusive) and it makes the reader all sad and when katsuki finds out he gets like super mad and defends his partner

idk what about it but im obsessed with dad katsuki right now

— My Wife; Your mother

AN: I'm sorry this request took so long, but thank you for being patient with me. I hope you enjoy, anon <3 Paring: Bakugo x f!reader wc: 1.4k

You hummed to yourself as you plated your son's favourite food— chicken alfredo. It was the weekend, which meant he did not have school today, but Katsuki was still at work, given that he did not have Saturdays off. You set the plate on the dining table and washed your hands in the sink, calling for your son to come downstairs.

"Fuyuto, lunch is ready!"

You waited a minute and sighed, assuming he was probably wearing his headset. You dried your hands and went upstairs to his room, knocking before opening the door. He was busy at his desk, clicking away on his keyboard with one hand busy with the mouse.

"Lunch's ready, Fuyuto. It's going to get cold." You reminded the teenager.

He lifted the headset off one ear and glanced at you before fixing his eyes on the monitor again, "I'm in an online game, ma. Just give me fifteen minutes!"

You raised your eyebrows and leaned against the doorframe, your arms crossed across your chest, looking at him with a look that said, 'We both know it's not going to be fifteen minutes.'

"Just fifteen minutes. I swear." He reassured.

"Don't forget. You had breakfast quite early, so don't skip lunch." You said, leaving him to his game.  

You made yourself a cup of tea and got busy with the new book you'd purchased last week. This was your favourite spot in the house. The sofa you currently sat on might be old, but it was still as comfortable as ever and held countless memories.

It had witnessed you and Katsuki move in together in your early twenties. The cushions sagged quite a bit from both of you cuddling on it. It had witnessed Katsuki's proposal for you to marry him while you were still sitting on it. It witnessed you caress your baby bump and the first time you held newborn Fuyuto in your arms. This sofa had watched your family grow, which was one of the many reasons why you refused to replace it.

You hadn't realised two hours had passed by when you remembered that Fuyuto still hadn't eaten. You put the book down and pinched the bridge of your nose. It wasn't that he disobeyed you. He tidied after himself, did well at school, had an organised schedule, and the only time he had for leisurely activities was the weekends, so you did not stop him from doing what he wanted to, but you grew concerned whenever he forgot his meals.

You got up and went to his room, determined to make him get up. You opened the door and frowned, "Fuyu. I believe it's been twelve ten minutes now."

"Wow." He replied absently from the bed, nose buried deep in a manga.

"I'm serious. Get up and eat." You said firmly.

"Tch, I'm not even hungry. I had two sandwiches for breakfast."

"Yes, and look at the time now."

"I'll eat with dad."

"If you don't come down for dinner, I'll personally-"

"Come and drag you down to dinner." He finished for you, giving you a cheeky smile. "Okay, ma. I get it."

You shook your head and went to your bedroom to fix your hair before Katsuki came. You'd just finished setting the dishes on the table and reheating the food when you heard the doorbell ring. You couldn't help but smile as you opened the door, knowing all too well who'd be behind it.

Katsuki stood there, still in his hero uniform, his eye mask brought up to his forehead, pushing hair out of his face. He gave you his usual wolfish grin and stepped inside, snaking a strong arm around you and pulling you into his chest. He leaned down and gave you a sweet little kiss, his lips lingering on yours for a few seconds too long, as if to say, 'I missed you.'

"Hey, sweetheart." He greeted at last, pulling away.

"Hi." You kissed his cheek and took off his eye mask, "How was work?"

"The usual," he replied, taking off his boots and neatly setting them on the shoe rack. "Not much action these days."

He stepped into the living room, catching a whiff of the aroma from the kitchen, "Mm, something smells good."

"Chicken alfredo." You smiled.

"Fuyu's faviroute, eh?" He caught you rolling your eyes at his words and raised a brow, "What was that?"

"It's his favourite, but he won't eat. He said he'd eat once you were home." You handed Katsuki his eye mask back and patted his arm. "Go get changed. I'll get him in the meantime."

You marched up the stairs and went straight for Fuyuto's room. The door was open just a crack, so you pushed it and stood at the entrance, "Your dad's home."

"Oh, okay." He replied, still in the same position as you previously left him. He still seemed to have no intentions of coming out of his room.

"I'm not here for an 'oh, okay.'" You scolded. "I've been begging you to eat since the afternoon, which I shouldn't have to be doing since you're almost a grown man."

"Well, then stop begging!" He yelled, looking up from the manga and giving you a glare.

Your eyes widened at him, a pang of hurt jabbing your chest at your own son, giving you a rage-filled glare. You took a step closer to his bed, "Fuyuto, I am your mother."

"I'm well aware."

"Fuyuto." You warned.

You could see a muscle in his jaw flicker as he stopped himself from firing back. Your shoulders sagged, and you exhaled slowly, gathering yourself. You gave him a small smile and gently took the manga out of his hands, placing a book bookmark between the pages. "Come on, meet Dad, have dinner and then do what you want. You have a whole other day off school, alright?"

You set the volume on his bedside table and turned to him to pat his hair. Except you did not get to pat his hair because your hand was shoved away before you could even touch him. You stood frozen in shock, your hand still mid-air.

You could see panic take over his eyes, the same colour as yours. He shifted uncomfortably, opening his mouth to say something but closing it again since he couldn't find the words.

"Fuyuto." An older, deeper voice called from the entrance and you both looked to see Katsuki. His lethal cardinal gaze was set on the teenager, his fists clenched tight with the veins protruding out.

"Did my eyes deceive me, or did you just fucking shove her hand?" Katsuki slowly stepped inside, and Fuyuto gulped, a sheen of sweat tricking down his temple.

"I didn't mean-"

"Don't give me that." Katsuki hissed, towering over Fuyuto's bed.

"I'm sorry, dad."

"The fuck are you apologising to me for? Do you realise whose hand you just shoved? My wife's. Your mother's. The same woman who carried you inside of her for nine months, and this is the shitty treatment you give her?"

Fuyuto's eyes remained on his sheets, too ashamed to say anything as Kasuki went on. "Yeah, she doesn't have to be caring about whether you eat or not because you're a grown-ass man, but she does because she's yer ma."

Katsuki continued to glower at him, "Apologise to her. Now."

Fuyuto lifted his eyes, almost unable to meet yours. You knew he regretted shoving your hand as soon as he'd done it, but you still waited for the apology. He got up from the bed and stood before you, almost as tall as his father.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said, his voice cracking.

"That was hurtful, you know?" You said, putting a hand on your hip, observing his features overtaken by guilt. You lowered his head to your shoulder and patted his back lovingly. "I accept your apology."

"Thanks, ma." He whispered.

"Let's go downstairs." You kissed his cheek and left the room, leaving him with Katsuki.

Once you were out of earshot, Katsuki clapped a hand on his son's back and ruffled his hair. "That's not how you treat your mother." Saying these words felt odd to him, and he wondered if Masaru used to feel the same way as he did a few moments ago. It made him want to show up to his parents' place and give Mitsuki a hug.

"Or any woman." He added. "Got it?"

"Got it. Sorry, dad."

Katsuki smiled and briefly pressed Fuyuto's head to his chest before patting his back again, "Let's go then. She's waiting for us."

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Hi i love ur writing , ur a really a good author!! If ur taking requests, and u feel inspired, would u mind writing more aaron x babysitter? I just read the two u wrote and they got me in a chokehold.

Maybe more pre-relationship shenanigans? I was eating up the lack of boundaries they had for people who are not dating. Maybe more of that? I'm trying to think of a prompt im sorry if this is too vague.

Maybe he starts calling her pet names (i would explode if aaron called me pet names ) or she calls to check on him at work or something that r clearly coupley things?

If not, that's fine. Love ur work!!

'til there was you

cw: age gap, hotch calls reader 'sweetheart', insecurities, pining? lots and lots of fluff wc: 1.6k a/n: tysm anon you're so kind, knowing that you enjoy my writing made my week <3 I kinda mixed your two prompts together, except hotch calls from work instead of reader so I hope it's still what you wanted!

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The sound of the phone ringing on the bench echoed throughout the kitchen, and you finished plating Jack’s dinner in record speed before you picked it up, squeezing it between your ear and shoulder. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face at the sound of Aaron’s voice greeting you on the other end of the line.

“Hey, Aaron.” You did your best to keep your tone in check, trying to keep the very visible smile from showing audibly, not wanting him to profile your voice.

“How are you doing?” His voice was low, and you could just make out the chatter in the background that you’d learnt to associate with police stations over the past three years. You noticed the rough sound of exhaustion in his cadence, and damn if it wasn’t attractive, even if it made you worry an unfair amount about his well being.

“Good, Jack’s good, we went out today and he ran himself ragged, so I’m making him an early dinner. He’ll be out the moment his head hits the pillow, trust me.” You glanced over at the boy, sitting at the coffee table with a small puzzle that he’d been working on for a half hour, you’d let him finish it after dinner.

“You know I always trust you. I just called to tell you I’ll be home early tonight, I should get there in an hour or two.” That got your attention, he almost never left work before the sun set below the DC skyline, or, well, you weren’t sure what the horizon looked like in Quantico.

“Oh, okay, I’ll see you then?” You carried the plates over to the dining table, pausing the conversation for a moment to tell Jack to wash his hands, then to undo that hygienic work by handing him the phone. He spoke to Aaron for a minute or two, his four-year-old attention span incapable of paying attention to a faceless conversation when there were chicken nuggets on the plate in front of him. You took the phone back, finishing the extended conversation with a few short words.

“See you soon, Sweetheart.” The sound of the call ending reverberated through your ears, a feedback loop of high-pitched ringing combined with the faint sound of his voice, and you couldn’t help but be glad he wasn’t there to witness how easily you fell apart from one simple word. Throughout dinner Jack managed to pull you out of your thoughts, mostly due to pure persistence on his part, asking question after question until you had no choice but to engage to his satisfaction. It worked, that is until you had helped him through his night time routine and put him safely to bed. He went to sleep just as easily as you had expected, and you’d checked your watch to discover it was almost seven, and Aaron would be arriving at any moment, if he had been right about when he would be there.

Sweetheart.

He’d said it so casually, like it was how he referred to you on a regular basis, like it wasn’t the first time you had ever heard that name from his lips. It made it far worse, in a way, knowing that in your presence he had never used it for someone else. Of course, he probably had, but to your ears that name was reserved specifically for you. That was the kind of thing he did, small, meaningless gestures that made you wonder, question, two things you absolutely should not have risked doing.

So you were lost in thought, again, Jack’s momentary distraction rendered useless in the face of a silent house, waiting for Aaron to arrive, too preoccupied to consider distracting yourself with menial chores. Luckily, or unluckily, he arrived shortly after you’d put Jack to bed, you’d likely had less than an hour before he walked through the door. He called out your name quietly, careful not to wake Jack, and seemed in a fairly good mood for after a case.

“Hi.” You mumbled, dodging his gaze as he sat down beside you on the couch, and you swore you could feel the exact moment his gaze sharpened, undoubtedly noticing your avoidant behaviour.

“What’s wrong?” He brushed his hand against your shoulder, silently asking for your attention, as if he didn’t have all of it before he even walked through the front door. You looked up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye, just knowing that he could see your face was nerve-wracking enough. The profiler in him was undoubtedly reading every one of your expressions, and he likely knew your emotions before you did.

“Nothing, I promise.” He scoffed at your words, and you felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment at your words, naive enough to convince yourself he wouldn’t know the moment the lie left your lips.

“You can’t lie to me, tell me what it is.” When denial failed, diversion was probably right below as the backup in whatever profiler’s dictionary the must have helped write, although that did nothing to stop you from jumping right to it.

“You never get home this early.” He tensed, and his hand stilled against your shoulder—-where, you realised, he had been casually rubbing your skin through your shirt for the past few moments—before relaxing back into his usual demeanour, raising a judging eyebrow, as if to tell you he knew exactly what you were trying.

“We wrapped it up, I didn’t need to stay in the office.” He almost never needed to, but he always did, and he hadn’t run to Jack when he came through the door, instead he seemed to be latching to you, “Now tell me what’s bothering you, Sweetheart.”

Oh, so he really wanted you dead, there was no other explanation for his behaviour, he must have known how you felt, and he was using it to kill you. It was unfair, what you said next was basically against your will, he had forced it out of you with his gentle touches and cruel words.

“You’ve never called me ‘Sweetheart,’ before.” Possibly the worst thing you had ever said to him, which was certainly saying something, since you always managed to lose half of your brain cells simply by breathing the same air as him.

“And that has you all worried because…” The amused lilt in his tone made your stomach curl in on itself, a mix of embarrassment and something you didn’t want to name settling heavily within you. That knowing spark in his eye that never failed to make you squirm, although you could never be entirely sure why.

In some unbidden stroke of genius, you managed to find a reasonable excuse that didn’t sound like the most carefully bullshitted sentence in history, “People say things like that when they’re about to let someone down. I was worried I was fired or something.”

His eyes softened, and you almost felt bad for bringing about the guilt in his eyes, although remembering that your lie was single-handedly carrying your dignity helped with the shame a fair bit. He ran his hand over yours where it rested on your thigh, while the other continued rubbing gently over the clothed skin of your shoulder. You assumed this was his attempt at soothing you, unfortunately all he was succeeding at was increasing your heart rate and making it hard to breathe.

“Oh, Sweetheart, of course not. You’re part of the family, I could never let you go.” He smiled at you, and despite the fact that you were seated, you swore you went weak at the knees, your breath hitching at how close he was, how easy it would be to lean forward.

“Then why?” Your voice was slightly too breathless, and the way he didn’t even seem to notice made it all just that much harder to hold yourself back. But at the same time it acted as a reminder of exactly why you couldn’t ever have him. He had no idea, and no matter how alluring that obliviousness was, if he ever did find out you would, in fact, lose the job he was promising you would have for as long as you wanted. You knew that realistically he wouldn’t be able to continue hiring you once Jack was fourteen or fifteen, and decidedly too old to have a babysitter. You also knew that once you had finished your education, you would find a job that would help you pay for an actual apartment, and maybe, one day, a house and family. But it was the thought that counted, and if you told him how you felt, you would lose it—lose him—forever.

“I don’t know. You’re one of the few people I’m close to, I want to separate you from everyone else.” There he was, making you wonder, once again, always switching up and finding ways to surprise you, just when you thought you’d figured him out.

You weren’t sure you had the words to respond to him, or if your voice would even comply if you tried to speak, so you simply nodded and turned away from him, just so that you were no longer looking in his eyes. What you didn’t do, however, was move away from his warm hands, so nice on your skin, even through the fabric of your shirt.

When it came to Aaron, you couldn’t seem to help but question, his hands so rough, with a soft touch that contrasted so beautifully. A name just for you, that told you he saw you as someone separate, different from everyone else, filling your heart with what could only be false hope. 

But if false hope was all you would get, you would take it every time, especially if it came with the added bonus of ‘Sweetheart,’ murmured so gently, the way you suspected it always would.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

tysm for reading!!

Tags: @reidmoony-toast @selmasdaydreams - Comment to be added <3

[vampjaeyun]

NETFLIX & CHILL

PAIRING loser!jake x maneater fem!reader | wc: 1.2k

SYNOPSIS “Do you seriously not know the meaning behind ‘Netflix and chill?’”

WARNINGS reader is in heat lmfao, soft jake, dry humping, hickeys

NOTES IF THIS SEEMS FAMILIAR, ITS BECAUSE I WROTE THIS FOR MARK ON MY NCT BLOG!!! I revamped it because I wanted to post something for jake's birthday but I haven't finished the one-shot im writing for him, so enjoy this for now <3

happy late birthday to my side piece, xo

WHAT IS JAKE SIM HERE FOR?

Tapping at your thigh, your impatience grows after every second that passes.  

You're not typically this horny or impatient, but to set the scene, you met Jake on the first day of classes.  As everyone filed into the auditorium and the professor began rambling, he took the seat alongside yours.  Throughout the first week of school, you started talking to him, sharing mutual interests and small talk.  You think he's awfully cute.  So you went ahead and texted him, wanting to "Netflix and chill" this weekend.  Maybe you were being too direct, but the deed had already been done, so you chose to embrace it. 

He doesn’t hesitate with a ‘for sure’ text back, not asking further questions or details about your request.  You smile at that, itching to explore another side of the cute boy who you see in class. 

The day arrives, and he walks over to your flat, smiling affectionately as the door swings open.  You both laugh and fond over each other while he cooks dinner and joins you afterward at the dinner table. He's so funny and sweet you realize, finally conversing about things other than school; it influences you to increase your expectations, and you wonder why hookups aren't typically like this. 

Now you're both adjacent to each other, your body cuddling up to his side as the movie plays. It's amusing since Jake hasn't made a single move towards you all night.  Aside from the arm around your shoulder, he hasn't attempted to sneak his arm any lower.  And he hasn't turned to face you since coming in contact with the couch.   Perhaps he changed his mind?  The movie is almost over, and the line has yet to be crossed. But the voice in the back of your head tells you that just because he didn't plan to tonight doesn't mean he doesn't want to, right?  A glimmer of optimism just helps to persuade you more, and once you dig a hole, you only dig deeper.

He laughs at a comedic moment in the film and you find it adorable.  He’s so invested and that’s when you finally realize Jake seriously didn’t come here to have sex with you.  It’s not his intention at all. His kindness and investment into everything you both did tonight is probably an effort into a full-on date. 

But this only made you more horny and attracted to him.  Fuck, you want to jump his bones so fucking bad.  And shit, you feel terrible because your mind and body are telling you to rip off the bandaid.  The pulsing want you have for this man is almost uncomfortable.  

You’re cursing yourself but like a bitch in heat you’re already escalating the situation. 

“Jake, the movie’s almost over,” you look up at him. 

He’s chuckling at your random commentary then looking down at you, “Yeah, it’s almost over.” 

“It’s almost over, and I invited you to Netflix and chill,” you pout.  Maybe the phrase ‘Netflix and chill’ flew over his head but it couldn’t be. You recall texting him the exact words.  There’s no way someone could misinterpret that.  Right? 

He blinks at you as if he’s unable to process your response. 

“Aren’t we doing that right now?” he quirks.  Maybe he’s genuinely clueless or the facade is running right past you, but you are fully convinced Jake has no idea about the ulterior motive of the popular phrase.

No one could guess Jake Sim would be the one who doesn’t know this term.  Maybe a stereotypical nerd whose internet consumption is strictly educational research.  Never judge a book by its cover, they said.  But you haven’t fully related to the metaphor until now.  Jake Sim’s cover has the term ‘fuckboy’ written all over.  Right to the Chrome Hearts hoodie and silver chain that looks like it belongs there.  

It’s alarming.  So alarming, that you have to sit up from Jake’s side to face him clearly.  Your brain is moving at a million miles per minute as you try to grasp the idea of how Jake doesn’t know the popular booty-call slang, head tilted to the side and all.

“Is there something wrong?” he questions. It’s beyond innocent.  His wide eyes give away the sincere worry he has and all you want to do is jump his bones.  

You smirk, “Do you seriously not know the meaning behind ‘Netflix and chill?’”

He pauses, staring like a deer in headlights, “It has another meaning? What else would it mean?” 

“Jakie,” you inch closer to him, so much that your noses brush at the nickname. “You’re so cute,” you utter slowly as you straddle him with one leg on each side of his thighs.  Thankfully, you wore a skirt, so the thin panties are the only thing obstructing the feeling of the rough material of his jeans.   

The poor boy beneath you flinches as you move so seductively in slow motion.  You’re glancing up to gauge his reactions and you swear you see a shadow of darkness in those chocolate orbs.  If that wasn’t enough for you to completely lose control, you follow his tongue gliding along his bottom lip and all you want to do is bite his lips until they’re bleeding.

“Why’d you agree to my text, but won’t do just that?” his breath hitches as you slightly move around on him, but it doesn’t have much of an effect because you’re not directly where he needs it most. 

“W-what?” he stutters slightly.  So cute.

“It means,” you bring your lips to graze his earlobe. “You wanna fuck,” u purr and he freezes at the revelation. 

“You wanna fuck while some stupid movie plays in the background,” at this, your hips move directly above his crotch and the weight of your body forces him to groan softly in pleasure. 

“It’s j-just an excuse,” You whimper as you move sensually against him.  Jake's hooded eyes tenderly glance at you, his erection slowly increasing against his jeans as the scene progresses. Because of his hesitation, his hands have yet to find homage at your hips, and you almost grab them to move them yourself. “You can touch me, you know.  Don’t be afraid.  I’m all yours,” you rasp, and the boy you’ve been crushing on crumbles underneath your fingertips. 

You waste no time chasing more pleasure,  continuing to drag your lips against his neck, sucking and biting to leave rosy marks on his flesh. Your fingers tangle in his hair, unknowingly tugging on his locks, only for him to squirm beneath you.  His rough hands attempt to steer your hips and it's not quite enough for you to cum, but the zipper rubbing against your clothed clit sends a buzz up your spine, and you moan against his neck. 

"Will you do it?" You resume licking a stripe from his collarbone to his jaw.  When you notice the overflowing lust painted on his features, you can't help but beam a grin.  

"Yes," he gasps at the sensation of your motions against him.  

"I'll do it."

[theemporium]

hiii i've only recently followed you but i'm in love with how you write all the marauders you're so talented!! idk if you're still writing for james potter but if you are i was wondering if you could do something about the reader maybe getting new tattoos and piercings and maybe what he'd think?? :) <3

thank you!! and thank you for requesting!🫶���

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“Show me!” 

“James—” 

“I have been waiting all day, love. It’s been torture.”

You didn’t even bother to hide your eye roll, still trying to unwind your scarf around your neck as your boyfriend came rushing towards the front door. The appointment had been booked for weeks, written on the wall calendar in the kitchen for just as long so you wouldn’t forget. But for some reason, the excitement only seemed to hit James the other night when he noticed ‘tattoo appointment @ 10’ under the date. 

A lot of that excitement probably stemmed from the fact you refused to tell your boyfriend what you were getting. Partially because you wanted it to be a surprise. Mostly because you were still undecided despite having the appointment scheduled for weeks.

“My poor baby,” you cooed mockingly, patting his cheek and watching in amusement as his grin instantly widened. You barely got the chance to pull your jacket off before James was behind you, helping you and hanging your jacket up by the time you turned around to face him again. 

“I’m simply lost without you,” James said sincerely, leaning in for a quick peck on the lips before his excitement returned tenfold. “Now, show me!” 

“This is hardly the first tattoo I have ever gotten,” you countered as you began making your way into the apartment. “Or the first one you have ever seen. Sirius literally took you with him the other week.” 

“Yes, because seeing Sirius get a smiley face on his ass cheek after a bet was the highlight of my life,” James deadpanned, but there was a small smile on his face that told you more than enough. He had thoroughly enjoyed watching Sirius get the tattoo on a bet that he won.

“Sit down,” you grumbled, giving him a playful shove until he settled down on the couch. You barely had a chance to step forward before the boy was wrapping his arms around your thighs and dragging you between his legs.

He rested his chin on your stomach, grinning up at you. “Gonna put on a show f’me? Should I play some music?” 

“Get your head out of the gutter, Potter,” you retorted, snorting a little when he playfully pouted in response. But you ignored his little wolf whistle as you pulled your cardigan off, ignored the look of glee on his face as you began to pull your top up too.

“Merlin,” James muttered, his mouth agape as he took in the tattoo that now decorated the side of your ribs. “S’pretty, baby. Real pretty.” He paused for a moment, inspecting the tattoo a little closer. “Is that—”

“Honeysuckles,” you finished for him, smiling a little when his eyes widened. “First bouquet of flowers you gave me.”

James didn’t say anything at first, his fingers lightly hovering over the tattoo like he was worried to put any pressure on the fresh tattoo. “Mum used to tell me what they meant,” he murmured.

“Yeah?” 

“She said honeysuckles were devotion,” he continued, his cheeks burning pink as he looked up at you. “And I knew, even back then, that I was devoted to you. That you were the one.” 

“Such a romantic, Potter,” you murmured, utter adoration and fondness coating your words. 

“Always for you, baby. Always.”

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[jibitzlesscrocs]

chris sturniolo x reader

warning : labor

unexpected pt. 3

in which, chris meets his baby boy

The nursery wasn’t finished. The diapers were stacked haphazardly in the living room, and the hospital bag? Half-zipped, barely packed. But none of that mattered when your water broke at 3:42 AM, right in the middle of Chris softly humming to your belly.

You were already leaning against him, lulled by the sound of his voice, when you gasped. He pulled back immediately, eyes wide.

“Wait—was that…?”

“Yep,” you whispered, already breathing through the first sharp pang. “That was very much that.”

“Oh—oh okay, okay,” Chris said, scrambling up and tripping over his own foot as he reached for his phone. “We got this. We— I rehearsed this, baby, we’re good, we are so good—do you want snacks? No, what am I saying, no snacks—car. We need to go to the car. Do we need the car seat? You’re having the baby, you probably need the baby. Okay. Oh my god—”

“Chris.”

He looked at you like he might burst into tears at any moment.

You smiled. “We’re okay. Let’s go have a baby.”

——————

Labor wasn’t easy. But Chris was there for every moment, eyes locked on yours through each contraction, whispering affirmations like they were lifelines.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

When you snapped at him once—“Chris, if you breathe one more time like that, I swear to God—!”—he just kissed your forehead and said, “Breathe however you want, baby. I’ll just match you.”

Hours passed in a blur of pain, laughter (mostly delirious), and the sound of monitors. And finally, finally, when your body was giving out and the nurse said, “One more push,” Chris pressed his forehead to yours and whispered, “You’ve got this. You’re about to meet our boy.”

Then, cries. Not yours. A baby’s.

Your baby.

And suddenly, there was a tiny bundle in your arms, eyes squinting, fists waving indignantly at the world he’d just entered.

Chris was crying harder than the baby.

“He’s perfect,” he said, breathless, kissing the crown of your head and then your son’s. “He’s so perfect, look at him—he’s got your nose. Oh my god. He’s real.”

———————

When Matt and Nick arrived a few hours later, Chris looked like he hadn’t slept in a week—but he was glowing. Baby boy was swaddled in a navy blanket, snuggled on Chris’s chest while you napped beside them.

Nick tiptoed in, wide-eyed. “Is that him?”

“Yup,” Chris whispered. “Meet the new boss.”

Matt leaned over the bassinet. “He’s tiny.”

“He’s loud,” Nick said. “Definitely your kid.”

Chris just grinned. “Wanna hold him?”

Matt’s hands shook a little when he took the baby, and Nick hovered like he might have to step in for a save. But the moment their nephew curled a fist around Matt’s finger, they both went silent.

“Hey, buddy,” Matt whispered. “You’ve got no idea how loved you are, huh?”

Chris reached for your hand as you stirred, smiling sleepily.

“Think we did okay?” you murmured.

He kissed your knuckles. “Better than okay. You’re amazing. He’s perfect. And I’m—” He paused, eyes misting again. “I’m the luckiest guy alive.”

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MAI’S STORE

this was requested by some people, so enjoy!

[ilys00ga]

𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗨𝗣𝗢𝗡 𝗔 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡.

PAIR: yoongi x f reader

TAGS/WARNINGS: strangers to lovers, 'love at first sight' (I tried, okay?), producer!yoongi, producer!reader, fluff, I don't really know how to tag anymore, oh yeah no warnings just smoking ig, cats <3 this is very cheesy but op requested that sooo!!

A/N: requested <333 this is not my proudest work. and to be honest, I don't think I like it that much. but this is the best I can provide atm :,) I hope yall like it. don't forget yo leave ur feedback and comments! lots of love <333

SYNOPSIS: the one where yoongi falls in love at first sight on the streets of his city.

PS. ignore all mistakes people, thank u. I can't believe I even managed to finish and post this !

It all started one breezy Tuesday night—The first time Yoongi felt his heart leap in his chest because of a complete stranger.

The tune he had been stuck dealing with for the previous couple of hours was an endless loop echoing in his head, a desperate effort of his brain to solve his headaches for himself.

Being a significant producer-songwriter for many, he was often locked up in his studio for entire days, sometimes even weeks, but that's when he can tell he's on the verge of plunging into insanity—the irony of choosing to do the one thing he loved the most in this world—if he didn’t pick up his keys and his phone, headed towards the door and walked the tension between his bones away.

On his way back home that night, he let his legs bring him to a park by the edge of a vast river. It was fairly late into the night, but some humans lingered there and about.

He sat on a lonely bench, drawing some of the fresh air into his lungs before leaning back and making himself comfortable against his seat. Usually, he’d go for less crowded places, places where solitude spoke to his mind and put it to rest in the middle of the chaos his life was. That night, he found himself watching people existing on the edge of that river, where the water spoke the language of the sky and painted an image of the bright moon and city lights.

On their little picnic mats were couples sharing delicate intimacy and friend groups laughing and chatting amongst themselves, while cyclists drifted by. A perfect picture of humans basking in the moment.

And Yoongi? He had a cigarette burning between his fingers to keep him company.

His thoughts ran with a mind of their very own, he almost didn't notice her.

The stranger passed by him like the gentle whispers of breeze that played with his hair strands. A nearby cat caught her attention, she crouched down and petted it.

“You're hungry, aren't you? Me too, me too. I only had lunch today. Coffee for breakfast. I'm working on a new project these days. It's always hectic, you know? You probably don't. You're just a cute fluff ball. Wandering around. Surviving.”

Such were the soft words he heard the human say. It seemed like a natural conversation to any passing-by ear. He wouldn't have guessed a cat was at the receiving end if he weren't at a short proximity from them, but the simple interaction painted a faint smile on his face. It was endearingly pleasant.

Shifting his gaze to the scenery ahead of himself, he took long, thorough drags of his cigarette, and let his thoughts consume him.

“Hey, can I sit here?” He heard her voice again. Yoongi looked up, almost startled. The first thought that came to his mind was that her friendly smile reminded him of Sakura leaves dripping from the sky.

She pointed to the other end of the bench he sat on, waiting for his response.

“Yes, of course.” He replied, ignoring the way his heart dramatically skipped a beat in his chest, and the way the sound of the world existing around him faded into a blissful quiet once their gazes met.

She sat down quietly, her smell lingered in the air between them, and spoke again, “Cats hate the smell of cigarettes, you know.”

He looked at her again, the warm streetlamps kissed all over her features, giving him a better view of her face.

Her eyes, Yoongi thought he finally found something new to write a song about.

Regardless of the gentleness of her voice—almost as soft as the distant sound of the waves dancing across the shore—he glanced down at the cigarette in his hand with a weird sense of embarrassment.

“My bad.” He muttered, doing a quick job of pressing the burning cigarette to the sole of his shoe. Its once alive flame slowly died into a lifeless gray dust, before being tossed into a trash bin nearby.

She smiled, “It's okay. Have you ever owned a cat?”

He shifted awkwardly in his seat and answered with a short ‘yes’.

“Then you should know they don't appreciate it when people ruin their lungs like that.” She added, her tone light-hearted.

That made him release a soft chuckle into the air. His heart fluttered in his chest when she chuckled along, and then she proceeded to tell him that she too, although rarely, smoked as well.

“I always keep cat food in my bag just in case.” She said, bringing out a pack of cat food from her bag and showing it to him.

“Why?” He asked. He knew why, of course he did, but he'd never felt so at ease with a stranger before. He had the urge to initiate any form of conversation with the stranger to hear pieces of her mind for some longer.

“Because all cats deserve food and love. Especially the stray ones.” It was not hard to pick up on the shift that happened to her tone. The lightness that was once present on her features quickly faded into faint dullness. It almost made a frown of his own appear on his face.

She added, “Sadly, that's not common in the world we live in.”

“Keep doing that.” He said. “The thing you said you always do, keep doing it. Maybe one day you'll influence someone, and that someone will influence another someone. More cats will be fed and taken care of..”

The words floated in the air for a while. She smiled, a genuine, grateful one that gave him a sense of satisfaction.

The pair sat in silence following that. Neither of them deemed the need to fill the comfortable quiet that sat on the bench between them to be necessary.

An ‘Oh!’ from between her lips broke the silence between them. The stranger's brows tugged together as she checked her watch, and she muttered something about the time going so fast and her being late for something.

He never liked to admit it to himself, but he felt a tinge of disappointment pop inside his chest at the thought of her leaving.

He silently watched as she stood up and hoisted her bag’s strap onto her shoulder, then asked about his name. He answered as casually as he could muster.

“Yoongi..” She repeated, as if savoring the name on her own tongue, and smiled, “I'm _. It was really nice meeting you.”

And just like that, she was gone, fading into the faint chatter of the people surrounding him, and he was left in the park with a cat rubbing its body against his legs. It reminded him of her, the only thing that he had left of someone he thought he would never see again.

He made sure to feed and pet the creature some more, before scooping it up in his arms and taking them home. His mother would take good care of him, he thought.

The next day, he spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering if he'd find her warm smile and affection towards strays if he were to go to that park again. He missed her eyes, her smile, the way she'd spoken to him so naturally and so easily.

He was trying to push those thoughts off his plate and focus on his work, when she walked into his studio and introduced herself as his new, awaited co-producer.

The best part of it all was the excitement she displayed upon seeing him. It felt like he was reencountered with an old friend, except that an old friend wasn't supposed to make you feel like a teenager catching the glimpse of their crush in the distance.

“Hi! It’s you again! Sorry for being late. I had a crazy morning and just when I thought I was making it I-” She proceeded to talk, but he cut her little rant off with a gentle question.

“You met another cat?”

The small but amused smile on his lips grew a little bigger when the faint blush on her cheeks became more apparent.

“Well, yeah, I kind of did..” she trailed off, tilting her head to the side in embarrassment.

It wasn't hard for them to find a common ground to stand on after that. She liked to talk, the words kept coming naturally out of her mouth, and Yoongi, he liked to listen, and he didn't mind her talking his ears off one bit.

One day after another, hours spent in the studio together. It slowly became something very familiar to him, the feelings her presence gave him. They shared takeout meals on his uncomfortable studio couch and many cups of coffee at late hours of the night. The project they worked on continued to link his heart to hers. On days she would walk in with a deep frown on her face or tears staining her cheeks, she would sit on that couch and mope, and he would wordlessly open a can of beer and put it in front of her, then sit to work next to her until she decided life was worth living again.

From a stranger, to a ‘friend’, to someone he couldn’t stop thinking about. She was not only a good hearted person, but an incredibly smart and talented producer.

If feeding cats together did not push him over the edge of what he thought he would never come to experience again, then working with her surely did.

Sure, he didn’t have his answers. He didn’t know if it was going to be a long lasting thing, or just one more of those phases where his lonesome heart clung onto something other than the thing he loves the most, music, before deciding it had enough. He didn’t know what to do with the feelings that kept growing in his chest and the stupid butterflies he felt in his guts every time she so much as smiled at him. But he knew that spending hours at work and feeding stray cats became things he looked up to every single morning.

More importantly, he had a feeling that whatever he was feeling didn't come from his part alone, but it was all left unsaid for the sake of keeping a fine line between work and personal emotions.

And then it happened, their first, tipsy kiss. When they shared a bottle of liquor and celebrated the wrap-up of their project. The faint blush on her cheeks every time their eyes met made him feel like screaming at the top of his lungs.

He tasted the alcohol on her cherry lips, and oh, how he loved the taste on his tongue.

He thought he'd reached the peak of helplessness when he wrote poems for her eyes, but then he wrote some more for her lips, then her smile, then her hair, then her hands… and then there was no going back.

[colorlessjay]

hello! may be a weird request but do you have any fanfic recommendations?

BUCKLE THE FUCK UP

OH DO I HAVE SOME RECS FOR YA'LL

Mind you, 90% are based on personal preference and fics I think about way too often than I should. A lot of them influenced the way I make characters interact

Some of them might not be your taste and that's cool!

First off, Gotta promote the fics that people wrote inspired by my art (I am truly honored)

Time Cast A Spell On You by bethefirstwhoeverdid

Cabin of Feathers by Featherpie (Izupie)

Return To The Past by faeryn

NOW FOR MY COLLECTION

Just any fic written by everandanon

I swear to you, all of their fics are worth a read. They are frustrating (In a good way for me) but the worldbuilding, comedy, dialogue, and character interactions always have me physically getting up and laughing. At one point during Quarentantion, I had to stop reading to rant to my friends about it because it made me feel so much that I went to 3 different friends about it. With Interest actually made my heart physically hurt at certain points. Expectations had me on a roller coaster ride But if you think their fics are a little overwhelming, I recommend reading Casicorn. It's the first ever fic I read from them and it solidified my love for this author. I swear I am on my hands and KNEES waiting for them to finish their newest fic

Where All My Journeys End - (a Twist and Shout alt universe) by Say_It_In_Enochian

Did reading Twist and Shout devastate you? Did it emotionally hurt your heart and make you wish there was something to make the pain lighter? READ THIS FUCKING FIC NOW I got so fucking lucky when I found it immediately after reading T&S and when I tell you the JOURNEY this fic took me? It healed my soul The struggles, the history, the relationships, the LONG fight to get to their happy ending I am FLOORED this doesn't have 1000 Kudos!

The Ed Sheeran Effect by tricia_16

It made me laugh. That's it. It's sweet and funny and really fun and just feels very campy, like it could've been a decent movie I would rewatch on days I just feel like feeling good Am I a sucker for HighSchool/College AU fics? Yes do I fucking care? No

The Best Years of Our Lives, My Ass by ireallyhatecornnuts (CharleyFoxtrot)

I. fucking. love. this. fic The story alone was so interesting but it was the DIALOGUE that hooked me in. I swear I think about this fic in the middle of drawing and go "Damn, good times" like it's a long lost friend

Slide Away by Castielslostwings

It's the TENSION that got me. I can't explain to you how much I just love their hate-pining for each other Read it, love it, in my digital bookshelf

Sleep Without You by turningthepages

Hilarious. The density is so high it could float. I swear to god I've read this fic at least three times and think about it once a week I remember reading it and cackling so much that I woke up my mom

Should've Just Asked by Annie D (scaramouche)

I wish this fic had a follow-up that was just Dean's perspective because I would LOVE to read more of it. The situation is so absurd and I binged it all in one day (I'm a very slow reader)

Pinfall by crowleyo

I'm gonna say it. I'm so actually angry this fic doesn't get enough attention. It is so so SO well-written and heart-wrenching. Am I still a sucker for highschool sweethearts? YES! I OPENLY ADMIT THIS! But COME ON

Of fuming and partaking and so on by zation

This fic and literally any fic from Zation. I absolutely love the way this author writes. It's so funny and self-aware and the dialogue and scenarios always keep me entertained and laughing They have such a large catalog of fics that I'm pretty sure I have at least 15 saved on my phone

Mr. Blue Sky by anyrei, queerwolf79

This fic specifically and literally ANYTHING from these two. I swear, a lot of their fics are certified bangers. Mr. Blue Sky is probably a personal favorite of mine cause I actually teared up

Love Me More by Saiorse_Irvyne

I'm not the biggest fan of A/B/O stuff, but MAN this has me feeling things. When a fic makes me feel strong emotions, I just gotta recommend it

Lock and Key by tricia_16

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH it's THAT good

Kind Of A Forever Deal by komodobits

It's FUN. It's FUNNY. It's so fucking campy and cute and the progression of their relationship was just AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It's Always the End of the World Somewhere by Annie D (scaramouche)

I can sit here and recommend Annie D's fics all DAY, but I'm recommending this one specifically because of this: “Get a room, assholes,” someone mutters. “Hey!” Crowley whirls on the offender. “I could set on you on fire!” And that's one of many fantastic quotes

Cinderwings by bendingsignpost

One of the first fics I've ever read from this fandom, and I recommend it to ANYONE regardless of whether they know Destiel or not. The story is so fucking captivating it makes me want to eat my foot it's so GOOD

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Do I have a type when it comes to fanfics? Yes

But I like gravitating towards funny dialogue and silly shenanigans. I thrive off of fun fics that sometimes take themselves seriously, but still pull me back and make me laugh

If a fic can make me feel such a strong emotion that I PHYSICALLY have to get up? Then fuck yeah it's going in my archives

I would recommend some of the darker fics I have, but this is for fun

[minteagalaxea]

blood . line (p. two) | jy. uso

jey uso . part two

genre: smut (minors dni) . a modicum of plot content warnings: oral sex (male receiving) . unprotected sex (please use protection) . daddy kink . dirty talk . afab reader (she/her pronouns) . mild manhandling/strength kink . panty ripping (and keeping) word count: 2.52k inspiration: the concept of a glucose guardian/sucrose supplier . the accountants in the john wick series . the concept of friends with benefits . songs: do i wanna know by the arctic monkeys (slowed and reverb instrumental) (x) . love scene by baekhyun (slowed and reverb) (x) read also: "hot . line" (x) notes: thank you again for everyone who has been supporting the first part! i hope you guys are able to enjoy this part, too! special shoutout (again) to @lov3rla03 and @spiicii for endorsing my insanity <3

she was starting to look forward to her weekly…meetings with jey. she really was.

the routine was simple: every friday, after she finished her work, handling everything she had to for her boss, she would go home, settle and get comfortable, call the bloodline, greet quynh, and then get redirected to have a hot and heavy conversation with jey for about an hour or so. and it wasn’t a routine she was too keen on deviating from, given that her entire work life revolved around schedules and rituals to keep her from losing it whenever changes happened.

hence why she took it strangely when after her call with jey, he asked her to stay on the line, and transferred her back to the main line, where she heard quynh’s steady contralto.

“quynh…what’s going on?” from what she had gathered, any interaction with quynh beyond their initial greeting wasn’t generally good. lex, who gave her the business card, did tell her some horror stories: quynh holding you after your session could be anything, and if you got redirected to roman of all people without requesting it, then it generally meant one was fucked.

fortunately for her, quynh wasn’t giving her a warning, at least not in the traditional sense. “so, it’s been a few sessions, and i trust they’ve been going well?”

“yeah, it has, thank you for asking.” she wasn’t sure about why she sounded so formal, though quynh took it as it came as they explained.

“anyways, i was hoping if you recalled our initial conversation, about in-person interactions.”

her breath hitched at the realization, humming an assent so that quynh could finish the sentiment with long-suffering affection, “this is a bit unprecedented for me, but jey has requested an in-person session with you.”

speechless. that was what jey reduced her to. and apparently, that’s what he reduced quynh to. okay, so she didn’t know quynh that well, but the fact that this was unprecedented was enough. and so, naturally, she accepted.

“excellent, sweetie. since these work a little differently than your usual sessions, you send the session payment as a sort of down payment. i’m sure you know that there’s a bit of an upcharge.”

as she worked through the payment process with quynh, she found herself excited for the upcoming week as she notated the details—the same time as her usual appointment, only this time with a high-end restaurant and luxury suite to match.

it didn’t take her too long to settle on an outfit when the appointment approached—a warm gold dress that hugged her just right and had her undertones glowing, and a smokey eyeshadow and dark nude lip to match the mood of the evening. she felt powerful, pretty, and perfectly excited as she took the taxi to the restaurant downtown, letting the waitress lead her to her table.

and then, naturally, her jaw dropped when she saw the man in front of her.

because there was no way that whatever higher beings decided to bless him with a voice of crushed sin also decided to give him the same blessings to his entire existence like he was some fucking sex god—or well, he probably was, given his line of work. the wolfish, cheerful grin, the messy charm of his hair, and his voice. holy fuck, his voice sounded even more heavenly and hellish now that there wasn’t a phone line separating them.

she felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she shook his hand, admiring the casual outfit that did wonders to the tattoos she saw along his arms with the rolled-up sleeves and the texture of his beard when he went to kiss her hand, his lips warm against the cool sensation of her rings as they took their seats across from one another.

“so…thank you for taking me out,” she started, nervous as she took a sip of her water, “from what it sounded like, this normally doesn’t happen.”

jey responded, voice dripping with silk and poisoned honey, “i thought it would be nice to meet the woman who’s caught my attention these past few months.”

oh, how her skin flared in heat with that comment, internally loathing how she was progressively getting more delusional, falling for his words that may or may not be a reflection of reality. yet, she played along, “it is nice…getting to meet the man i’ve been calling ‘daddy’ for the past month and a half.”

if he noticed her nerves, he made no point to acknowledge it as he requested a bottle of champagne to celebrate after they placed their orders. upon the waiter’s departure, jey started questioning, “so, mamas, what do you do to afford phone calls and fancy dates with me?”

she laughed, his candor refreshing as she explained her career to him, working in her high-running career as a personal assistant to one of the most demanding bosses in the world (in her completely biased opinion). though, he did make an empathetic jest about her struggles as he quipped, “mamas, i work for and with my cousin. who’s also kinda my uncle.” she had never laughed harder as he jested, made her laugh over wine and deconstructed meals that she didn’t understand the premise of.

“waffle house might be more fun next time, mami. i think you’d like it if we went at the right time,” jey remarked casually, and she raised an eyebrow. it wasn’t inherently a bad suggestion, but perhaps, in her view, that it was even a suggestion in the first place.

“daddy, we haven’t even finished this evening and you’re already planning for another one?” she teased, voice incredulous as she tried to mask it with a sip of her champagne.

his response was as smooth as the pen she used to sign off on the receipt when the check came, “well, mamas, you make good company. and now that i’ve seen your beautiful face, i don’t wanna stop seeing it.”

oh fuck, if he kept saying shit like that, she wasn’t going to keep herself (or her body) in control. “daddy, you’re gonna make me delusional thinking you’re like this with just me,” she whispered as they both rose to their feet, his hand on her waist and heated like an iron brand as they strolled towards the fancy hotel a couple blocks away.

and just for him to nail the point home? jey had the actual audacity to whisper in the elevator on the way to the suite, “i am just like this with you, mamas. nobody else.”

her heart fluttered in her bones at the admission; by the time they entered the suite of the evening, she took the man by the shoulders, shoving him down on the bed to straddle his waist. perhaps with the same audacious nature that seems to waft off of the man like his delightful cologne, she inquired, “really? does that mean you’ve been coming every time we talk?”

jey didn’t have to even say anything to confirm her curiosities—the smolder, the firm grip to her derrière was confirmation in droves when he tangled his lips and tongue in a kiss so dizzying that it made her head swim in hues of gold and his scent. she could taste the champagne on his lips and the raspberry on his tongue from his cheesecake as her hips swiveled atop him.

licking off the string of saliva connected their parted lips, she moved down, kneeling on the ottoman at the end of the bed, unbuttoning his trousers and yanking his briefs down in one fell swoop. “shit,” she marvelled at his length, “this is so unfair.”

it was unfair, because this man had to be blessed with a dick as beautiful as he was, pretty and leaking and hard as steel at this point. she couldn’t stop herself from running her lips up and down his cock, whiny and needy as she started to suckle on the tip, wanting to make this excursion worth their while. and as she worked, tongue swirling around the tip and with gentle pressure around the shaft, she got to coax those sounds she became so attuned to over the phone in real life.

she was definitely correct in her thinking that he was going to sound so much more beautiful without technological obstruction. his groans sounded of concentrated lust and voracity, his hand holding her hair firm but not yanking as she attenuated to his cues: how his hips would buck when she ran her tongue along the underside just right, how his sounds grew more pronounced each instance she took him all the way down her willing maw, throat flexing at his girth.

it wasn’t difficult to get him to burst, even though he continuously warned her. however, she knew it was an empty threat of his, with how his lips wove words of absolute filth, about he was right. “knew you were gonna look so pretty on my dick, mami. so fucking good to daddy.”

the praise made her pussy so much wetter, propelling her to work harder to earn those sounds, his praise, because he was—quite literally—fulfilling her fantasies with him. and she nearly came on the spot when jey did, spilling his seed into her mouth with a fervent, heady grunt as he kept her nose brushing his navel, “take it all, mamas. make daddy proud.” she swallowed with pleading eyes, melting into his deep and warm gaze as she milked him for everything he had; subsequently, she let him swallow all of her sounds when he tugged her off of his shaft and slammed his lips onto hers when he deposited her back on his lap.

“shit, mamas, you’re so good to me, made me cum so hard,” he crooned against her swollen lips, one raking through her hair and cradling her close and the other already going down to hike up her dress and fucking yank her drenched panties off her frame. her gasp echoed in his ears, especially when he winked at her to shove them in his pocket before unzipping her dress, letting it pool at her hips before proper extrication. she could only gasp again when he lifted her up so effortlessly and deposited her on her back while he made haste to get all his clothes off, with the additional knowledge that her soaked panties now have a home in his pocket for perpetuity.

in the frantic, fervent pace of their fucking, jey offered a moment of respite, one desperately needed for them both to try and prolong their fun as he pressed his already-hardening length against her slick petals. she supposed there was a massive benefit of sleeping with a man with nearly no refractory period and all energy. “jey, daddy, you gotta fuck me, please,” her voice breathed into his mouth as he slicked himself with her wetness, “i’m clean, just put your dick in.” “i know, mamas—fuck, you’re so wet for me. all that from sucking my dick?” he teased, starting to nudge her opening with a finger, just to stretch her just so she could take him, though with how wet she was, she knew this would be easy.

her voice fell into gentle whines when he slipped in another finger, scissoring her walls, “it’s fine, i’m ready, i’ve been ready since forever.” and, she supposed, begging did give her everything, because when jey retracted his fingers from her heat, he brought them to his lips and licked her arousal off like it was the finest dessert on the planet—and to him, it was.

jey made that message clear as he slid that rock hard cock inside, sheathing himself into her receptive walls as he mused with no shortage of want, “shit, mamas, knew you were gonna look so pretty wrapped around my dick.” wrapped around him she did, hooking a leg over his shoulder as his cadence started deliberate, uncharacteristically slow in the grand scheme of how she’s always known him and his dirty talk.

“fuck, you’re in so deep,” she breathed, back arching into the hand he splayed there and the mouth he had on the junction of her neck to imprint marks and bruises onto for posterity. her hands latched into his hair, yanking and mussing up those soft strands with each powerful thrust of his, gasping with the perfect angle, the perfect amount of pressure from his mouth on her neck, the swipe of his tongue on her breasts when he ventured lower.

her cunt clenched around him with each of his strokes, her moans escalated into a wanton melody of his name, “daddy”, and begging in some combination, breathed against his lips when he swallowed her noises when he kissed her like he needed oxygen. it occurred whenever he ventured lower to deprive himself of said oxygen by burying himself in her chest and suckling and swirling that skilled tongue over her nipples until they prickled with sensitivity and perked with surrender.

“daddy, i’m so close,” she groaned hungrily, the recipient of his increasingly fervent thrusts and their sounds matching in passionate harmony as jey’s growls grew more guttural, becoming a symphony of carnal sex as he ramped up the filth in his words, “come inside.”

her walls clasped around him like a vice when he spewed out. “come for me, babygirl. you’re so fucking hot like this, gonna fill you up just right, mamas.” he punctuated each word with a stroke that felt like it was getting deeper and deeper inside of her, “gonna look so pretty gushing out my cream. so fucking tight ‘round me, gonna cum so hard for me, aren’t you?”

jey was right, as he generally had been throughout the night, when he rubbed her neglected clit and got her to fucking scream in what was supposed to be a respectable hotel room, staking his claim about how damn well he was making her feel as she came, lips parted and body arched into a tapestry of luxury and avarice as her pussy clamped around his cock without any opportunity for movement. that, in turn, triggered his own release, spilling inside with that long groan she had memorized from all their weeks of phone sex. yet, hearing it in person, with no barrier, just did something to her, had her walls squeezing around him like no tomorrow, prolonging their highs as long as possible, shattering them into new precipices of pleasure.

as she panted for air when his hips stilled and her eyes met his with utmost fondness as he pulled out, letting his essence trickle out of her core, she kissed jey again because she could. jey helped clean her with a damp towel, sparing no shortage of adoration in the form of kisses and sweet nothings of “mamas”, “mami”, and “babygirl” that left her floating on golden clouds of warmth and sugar. while she rested into his chest, their whirlwind excursion wearing them out in the best of ways before an undoubted next round, she allowed herself to savor how all those weeks of the phone crystallized into a night of explosive bliss

and another. and another.

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[hummingbird24220]

hello! How are you these days?:3 I hope you're doing well! I have a request if u don't mind

I'm feeling angsty rn, so I will probably need some scenarios of op men (you can choose) if they lost (they died) reader to a fight🥹 I'm so sorry if this is too angsty but I need it💔

I hope you understand my needs! haha, your writing is beautiful I can't deny it. if it's too deep or you don't want to do this request, you may skip or delete it. thank you in advance! 💕

Hello. SO sorry it took a while! Been swaaaaamped, got 50 ish requests in my inbox lol. Hope this breaks your heart , but like, in a good bad way.

They Lose You - Various x Reader

Luffy – “I’ll never forgive them. Never.”

He stands in the middle of the wreckage, knuckles clenched, face shadowed by his hat. The silence is deafening. Not even the birds dare to sing. “They were just… with us.” Usopp’s voice cracks. Luffy doesn't answer. The ground beneath him trembles before he screams, his haki exploding like a tidal wave, shaking trees, stones, the sea. He carries your body back himself. Sits at the edge of the ship that night. “They said they’d become Pirate King with me,” he whispers. And in that moment, for the first time in a long time, the crew sees Luffy cry.

Zoro – “I was too slow.”

Zoro’s blade is still dripping, but he doesn’t move. Not even a twitch. The enemy’s body is split behind him, but it’s too late. He kneels beside you, gently laying Wado Ichimonji across your chest. “She liked this one,” he murmurs. He doesn’t let anyone else carry you. He trains every night after that with an intensity that borders on suicidal—until Chopper physically drags him off the field. “She would’ve yelled at me for this,” he mutters. But he never stops watching the horizon. One day, he swears, he’ll meet you on the other side.

Nami – “I’ll draw your map too.”

Your blood is still on her fingers. She screamed when you fell—tore her voice raw. The sea stormed that night with her grief. In the weeks that followed, her charts became messy. Lines where they shouldn’t be. Splotches of water damage. One day, she tears everything up. Starts again. But in the margins of every map, she writes a note: "For Y/N. The journey you didn’t get to finish." She includes a tiny compass rose with your initials at the top. A quiet tribute.

Sanji – “Your plate is still full.”

He made your favorite meal that night, out of habit. Set your spot at the table, even poured your drink. And then just stood there. No one says a word. Sanji doesn’t cry in front of them. But in the pantry, he falls to his knees, fists curled against the cabinet. He lights a cigarette and lets it burn to the filter. Later, he keeps your knife in the kitchen. Never uses it. Just polishes it, like a shrine.

Usopp – “I was supposed to protect you.”

He was the one paired with you that day. He was the one who watched you run ahead, laughing. He was the one who missed the shot.

He tells the crew, “They said to go ahead. I did. I didn’t look back.”

What he doesn’t say is how your body crumpled with a smile still on your face. How you reached for him. How he was too slow. How he keeps seeing it in his dreams.

He stops lying for a while. Not because he can’t—but because he doesn’t have the energy to make up stories anymore. His voice feels too small.

Eventually, he builds something in your memory. A statue, almost. Small and wobbly. It sits near the edge of the Sunny, watching the sea. “Hey,” he whispers to it. “I'm still aiming higher. Just like you told me.”

Brook – “May I play for you one last time?”

Death is not unfamiliar to Brook. But your death… Your death hurts.

You were the only one who treated him like he still had a heartbeat. Who danced with him without flinching. Who made jokes about being a "bonehead" just to see him laugh.

That night, Brook disappears from the ship. They find him at the site of the battle, standing under the stars, violin in hand.

He plays until sunrise. A sorrowful melody that ripples across the ocean like waves of mourning.

Later, he engraves your name on his violin’s side. Every concert he plays, he plays for two. “I hope you are listening from the other side, my dear. Yohoho… don’t worry. I’ll carry your song with me.”

Robin – “You were one of the only people who didn’t look away.”

Robin doesn’t scream. She doesn’t cry. She just sits still, your lifeless body cradled in her arms, as if you were sleeping. She doesn’t say goodbye. Not then. Not in front of anyone.

Later, she vanishes into the library.

She stays there for three days.

When she comes out, her eyes are shadowed—but her steps are purposeful. She adds a page to her personal journal: a memory, a drawing, a quote of something you once said—“I want to live a life that makes people smile when they remember it.”

Every year on the day you died, Robin visits that page.

And she smiles.

Just a little.

Chopper – “I’m the doctor… why couldn’t I save you?”

He worked on you for hours. Blood soaked his hooves. His tools. The floor. He screamed at the others not to come in. Said he could do it. That he would.

But your heartbeat didn’t come back.

And Chopper didn’t leave the infirmary for two days. When Sanji finally carried him out, he was barely conscious—whispering your name under his breath like a prayer.

He started researching like mad. Every book, every formula, every medical journal. “I’ll find a way to stop it next time,” he said. “I’ll be better. I’ll be stronger.”

He keeps your chart tucked behind his favorite book. And sometimes, when he’s sure no one is looking, he clutches it to his chest and cries.

Franky – “You were the most human part of me.”

Franky shuts down.

Literally.

After the fight, he doesn't cry, doesn't yell. He goes to the workshop and locks the door.

For days, the sound of metal-on-metal echoes through the ship. The crew knocks. He doesn’t answer. Finally, he emerges—red-eyed, silent. Holding something.

It’s a small mechanical device. Shaped like a heart. No real function. No flashy gadgets. Just a quietly humming core.

He places it gently on your bed.

“I couldn’t save you,” he says softly, brushing the sheets. “But I can make sure you’re never forgotten.”

Later, he upgrades the Sunny. Not with weapons. With a room full of your favorite things. A preserved space. A tribute.

When someone new joins the ship, he shows them that room first. “This was Y/N’s,” he says, voice cracking. “She was suuuuuuper.”

Ace – “I should’ve burned the world down for you.”

When he finds you, you’re barely breathing. He’s got your hand in his. There’s fire licking up his arms, wild and uncontrolled.

You smile at him. You apologize.

He begs. “No. Don’t you dare. Don’t you leave me too.”

But the light in your eyes fades.

And the world goes quiet.

Ace doesn’t speak at the funeral. Instead, he lights a torch and walks alone into the woods. They say the fire raged for two whole days. When he comes back, he's bruised, eyes bloodshot, his coat charred and singed. He never says what he did out there.

But the next time someone threatens someone Ace cares about?

He doesn’t hold back.

Because the last time he hesitated, it cost him you.

Law – “I’ve performed miracles. But I couldn’t fix you.”

He used Room six times. Swapped out every damaged organ. Sutured every artery with precision only he had.

But your body kept failing. You’d lost too much. Even he knew it.

And still—he tried again.

“Stay with me,” he begged, soaked in blood. “Don’t be stupid, you can’t leave me now.”

When the beeping stopped, he didn’t move for a long time.

Later, in private, he punched a wall so hard he fractured his hand.

He doesn’t bury you.

He keeps your heart in a cryo chamber. Preserved. Suspended in a glass sphere.

“Not for experiments,” he says, when Bepo asks with trembling paws. “I just… wasn’t ready.”

He visits it every night. And sometimes, when he’s alone, he talks to it.

As if it can still hear him.

[anotherfcknschlattsimp]

heyy! i was thinking about how schlatt is generally a private person, so could you please write about what it would be like trying to hide the relationship and the eventual reveal? thank you!

he's so absurdly paranoid

at home? always has to be touching you

holding your hand, sitting with your legs touching, little kisses all over your face, neck, arms, anywhere he can get to

but with the blinds closed and all cameras facing away from you two

date nights are either inside or with a third person so you can brush it off as three friends hanging out

but he plays footsies with you under the tablecloth because he can get away with it

would avoid flirting with you on camera, which leads to people noticing the different way he treats you, how he looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars, how he laughs genuinely at all of your jokes, how he just stares at you when he doesn't think he's in frame

and then one day you're both at let's say mizkif's house because when is that man not recording, you both think you're safe and out of view, but then another streamer decides to sneak up on you guys (shushing their audience and everything) and ends up capturing you two in a sweet kiss

schlatt holding your hip with one hand to pull you closer, the other used to lean against the wall and cage you in to keep you there

the cleanup for the slip was EXHAUSTING

took all of your mods about 3 weeks to finally calm down the angry simps and the obsessive shippers

couldnt take the clip down, you finally got one down and three more appear

he's still not comfortable with pda, but he does calm down a bit about how strict he is about it

finally having 2 person dates (rip Ted probably)

everyone calls you jambo and [ERROR]'s mom, regardless of your gender

speaking of gender

he has another mass purge of followers, but this time anyone who says anything bad about you being a woman/man/nb/cis/trans/etc.

minecraft wedding

the rocks in your background are all from him and his few trips outside

(lots from Japan)

NSFW

some people notice a little big something in schlatt's pants when he looks at you too long

everytime you two have to stream all day, or are otherwise unable to get a moment to yourselves to sneak a kiss, he makes absolutely SURE that he makes up for it

going for hours, making you cum at LEAST 5 times

every position you two can get in

he doesn't care how many times he finishes, or if he even does

he just wants to show you how absolutely LOVED you are

AAAAAAAA FIRST EVER FIC/HCs/ANYTHING, PLEASE LIKE IF YOU LIKE IT, COMMENT, SEND REQUESTS, ETC.

p.s. my keyboard doesn't have a caps lock cause im on a fucking chromebook

[yandere-sins]

The Octopodes' Tale - Chapter III

I finished this last week but my new work sadly got in the way of correcting it! But I hope we get through more than one chapter per week from now on! Thank you guys for voting, and this time, I have some delicious name drops for you, and the first rather serious decision >:3 Enjoy! Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere!Octopus Merman x GN!AFAB!Reader Words: ~2k  Warnings: Yandere, Monsters (Tentacels, Oversized Mention, Mermaids, Monster Appearances, Sharp Teeth, Claws), Fear of potential harm, Discussions of death/dying, Mentioning of (animal) hunting for food

Your hand trembling, you slowly raised it towards the tentacle. 

It seemed miles away, yet too close for comfort, but with the patience of a saint, it didn’t move until you touched it, fingertips gliding over the slippery velvet of the tentacle’s skin. The red rested heavily in your hold as you wrapped your palm around it, suction cups sticking to some of your fingers, the suction in- and decreasing repeatedly as if the octopus was taking multiple tastes of you, something you probably had to come to terms with from now on as it was how these creatures explored their surroundings. 

With tender cautiousness, the tentacle began to wrap around your wrist and arm like it had with the Professor, rubbing against and clinging to you before simply staying still, almost reaching your elbow. Sudden claps rang out behind, making you twist your head back to see the other researchers clapping their hands, and a multitude of relief washed over everyone, the guards lowering their guns and stepping away. Even the Professor let out a few chuckles, seemingly pleased with your decision as he gave your shoulder another pat. 

“Good choice,” he praised, getting up with a grunt. “I’ll have your instructions and research plan delivered to you. Your amenities and personal belongings should be here by tomorrow afternoon; please let us know if anything is amiss or if you need more to settle in. We can arrange most requests.”

“W-Wait, so quickly?!” you gasped, struggling to get back on your feet. Your arm was still in the siren’s grip, and he straightened up as he watched you trying to find your balance. With a firm tug, the merman lifted you up, assisting you in a weird, helpful way, and you stared at him blankly for a moment while he perked up like a puppy wanting praise. Shaking your head, the lack of oxygen underwater must have done some serious damage if you compared such a creature to a sweet, harmless baby dog, but you brushed the thought aside quickly.

“Shouldn’t I go back and pack my things? What about my parents? I should tell them the good news!”

“That’s what letters are for, right?” the Professor calmly retorted, not even giving your first question any mind. The other researchers passed you by, chatting merrily, seemingly just as unbothered as the Professor. You walked after him, the guards at your back and the tentacle clinging to you as you moved around the pool. There was only a certain range you could walk while still being held by the octopus, but thankfully, he was moving with you, drifting back into the water and swimming by your side as all of you crossed the pool.

“With all due respect, Sir, but I can’t just suddenly disappear like that. There are things to plan for, and I–”

With a shocking speed, the Professor spun around. You took a surprised step back, the tentacle tightening around your arm, sensing your tension. From the corner of your eye, you could see the watchful octopus in the water, head bobbing at the surface as he observed, unwilling to let go of you even though the tentacle was stretching to reach you by now, careful not to pull you into the water. 

“Nobody leaves,” the Professor said sternly, everyone quieting immediately. “We can’t risk the knowledge of the sirens spreading. Can you imagine the panic that would break out? The danger it would put these creatures in, as people would target and hunt them? Do you want that? We must protect them, you said it yourself!”

“I won’t tell anyone! I mean, it sounds a little crazy if I just return home and keep talking about mermaids, right?”

“Maybe you don’t have to say it, but who guarantees you won’t get kidnapped by our rivals? There are all kinds of things they may do to you to get all the information out of you. It’s safest if you stay here.”

“But–”

“That decision is final. Make sure to read and sign the contract by the end of the day.”

The Professor took a step towards you, placing his hand on your shoulder again. The tentacle tightened, and for a moment, you felt like the creature in the pool below was the least of your troubles as its touch calmed you, like a promise of protection. “Don’t worry,” the Professor reiterated. “We’ll take care of everything. You just focus on your upcoming project and spend some time with your new protegee. I’m sure you have many questions, and he’s best suited to answer them.”

The number panel beeped as someone punched in the code for the door, the hinges opening with a heavy thud. Before long, every other person besides you left the room, leaving you behind with even more questions than you had before, and with a creature that was still dangerous and clinging to you. 

“Are you okay?” he called out from below, and you realized you were holding your breath, slowly letting it out. Turning towards the edge of the walkway, you looked down into the pool, seeing his yellow eyes shining from the blue, and you brushed against the arm wrapped in his tentacle, a stinging sensation coming from your skin. 

“I- I think so,” you mumbled, grabbing the tentacle. “Can you let go of me now?”

It felt strange to talk to him as if he was a person. Perhaps he was, even when all the signs pointed in completely different directions. The pressure on your arm intensified briefly, then slowly slid off, and you sighed in relief as you watched the tentacle glide back into the water. There were visible marks left behind on your skin where the cups had stuck to you, something you probably had to get used to now. 

“Are you really going to stay with me?” the octopus asked, bubbles rising from his mouth as he sank back down, as if afraid of your answer. 

“Guess so,” you sighed, sitting down on the walkway and letting your legs dangle from the edge, still unsure what was happening. It didn’t seem like you’d be leaving, though, at least not that day. Although it concerned you, there seemed to be nothing you could do right then and there. You’d have to find someone else who could help you get out, but you didn’t know anyone, and after the commotion you caused, it was probably wiser to let things calm down first. 

“What’s your name?” the siren asked suddenly, shooting out of the water and holding on to the grate on both sides of you. He pulled his body up with more upper body strength than you would have attributed to him, but it made sense, given how his body must have worked. Still, with the writhing mess of tentacles beneath him, he must have been pretty strong to lift himself out of the water like this. Your scientific instincts were tingling as you wanted to learn more about this strange creature, but he was still untrustworthy for now.

Instinctively, you scooted back, just in time to avoid having your legs crushed by his weight. “It’s… It’s [Name],” you hesitantly told him, not sure if this was necessary or appropriate in the kind of relationship you two had. After all, you were there to research him, even if his face resembled a human’s. Perhaps it was better to know each other’s names, but it also built closeness between two people, which would make it more complicated if you had to do things that would be uncomfortable. 

“Pretty!” he chimed, propping his head on his hands. If he had legs, you were sure they’d be bouncing up and down like a schoolgirl’s as he kept talking. “I’m Leo! Are you hungry? Do you like crab meat? I am a really good hunter, I can get you some! Oh, but they are rationing my food here, so I don’t have any right now… How about we play something? The old caretaker used to throw balls my way, and I’d throw them back! We just need to be careful not to break the things on the table over there, I don’t want you to get mad at me, too… How about a massage? Everyone likes those, right?”

“I’m good!” you quickly replied, trying to follow his stream of words as they seemed to come endlessly. “Did you say old caretaker? What happened to them?”

Leo was still going on about activities you two could do when he suddenly stopped, processing your question. His eyes were unblinking, staring right into your soul. “They… died,” he finally said, sounding like he was putting his thoughts together. “I think,” he added. 

“They always wanted to leave the facility and did this thing with their eyes, which made them water a lot. Crying, that’s the word. They taught me that! They were kind and I really liked them! But people die, right? It’s normal? They said they’d come back and left through that door-” he pointed at the only exit, “-but they didn’t. That man said they died.”

You gasped as he spoke about the Professor, Leo’s hair turning ashen momentarily, indicating who he meant. You should have assumed that he would have some traits of an octopus, but you hadn’t realized how much until you saw his colors change, quickly turning back to pink and then red as if alarmed. Perking up, he looked around as if to try and find the danger, but you quickly composed yourself again, and he seemed to relax. 

“It made me really sad,” he admitted, and you nodded sympathetically. You couldn’t imagine what he was going through. You weren’t a giant creature captured and being researched. But he seemed to have bonded with his previous caretaker, and seeing how attentive and caring he was towards you, perhaps he really wasn’t an evil soul. 

“Do you want to leave?” you asked him with sudden curiosity. You two had talked about others leaving, and you felt stuck here, so perhaps he did too? Leo’s head sank to the grate as he hummed thoughtfully. 

“I do. I want to go home. I want to see my mate again, but they won’t let me. And now I have you, so I can’t leave just like that either.”

He waved his hand in the air in a similar motion that a human might snap their fingers when they talked about a spur-of-the-moment decision, some of the tentacles behind him doing the same. It felt like such a natural motion that it made you chuckle, and he peeked up at you, smiling softly. 

“You don’t have to stay here because of me,” you assured him, reaching forward and playfully rubbing his hair. Only when you were doing it did you realize you were thinking of him like a puppy again, immediately drawing back. But Leo only grinned more, exposing his sharp teeth and tilting his head forward again as if to ask for more pets. 

“I do. Otherwise, you’d be dead, too, right? You can’t leave here, and they won’t let me go. Straci says we can’t take more lives than necessary, so I can’t let them kill you just because I left.”

You gulped. It almost sounded like… everyone who tried to leave got killed. That couldn’t be true, right? This was a government facility; they couldn’t just kill people for leaving... right? It was only what this creature put together in his mind to make sense of things when his caretaker didn’t come back. “I’ll be fine,” you reassured him, giving his head another brief pat. But would you? Somehow, you couldn’t shake the eerie feeling you had, especially when you reflected on the Professor’s strange, sometimes persistent behavior and words, instructions and orders aside. 

“You…” Leo mumbled, suddenly reaching out a hand towards your leg. Carefully, he gripped your shin, squeezing it before looking up at you with glossy eyes and a trembling lip. “You won’t leave me, right? You won’t leave me here, all alone, too?”

Immediately, you wanted to say that you wished you could do something to help him, but that at some point, you’d have to leave, too. You couldn’t imagine anyone working here spending all their time and life at this job. There must be someone who went home after a long day or took a vacation, at least. Leo’s striking eyes were dimmed as he looked at you almost pleadingly. It must have been tough to be here. Tougher than what you imagined when you considered working for this facility. 

But considering his strength and the genuine sadness he seemed to feel, maybe saying that his newly appointed caretaker would leave him as well would make him snap. He was still a siren and not a human. It felt wrong to lie to a face that looked at you with the innocence of a lonely creature, but perhaps it was the right way.

Thoughts and reasoning as always, are welcome! ♥

[angelzarchive]

hi! I'm requesting again! I LOVED the spencer hcs! I am normal. you totally don't have to write this if you're not comfortable, but maybe something about spencer taking care of his s/o while she's menstruating? thank you. you're the coolest.

request: hi! I’m requesting again! I LOVED the spencer hcs! I am normal. you totally don’t have to write this if you’re not comfortable, but maybe something about spencer taking care of his s/o while she’s menstruating? thank you. you’re the coolest. / from the lovely @earspop! ahhh, thank you so much. you’re the sweetest :’) thank you for your requests, i’m genuinely having so much fun writing for spencer rn! and tmi, i was just on my period so imagining him looking after me menstruating totally works for me lol (no but fr, sooo so normal about this man 😳) <33

pairing: spencer agnew x afab! reader

warnings/ included content: reader gets their period (tw) but spencer is there to make it better. just fluffy content.

a/n: yayyy! another spencer fic, little bit of a short one this time. as always, if you see any errors or mistakes, please feel free to point them out. it’s not edited yet because i wanted to get it out quickly, so a little note if you see any would be greatly appreciated! if you have any requests you’d like to see, please leave them <3

there was nothing in this world that you hated more than getting your period.

you expected it, knew the reason you had been feeling shitty all week was because literal hell was creeping up on you.

at least now you had a reason to tell spencer as to why you had cried when he showed you a tiktok of two cats cuddling and said “us”.

but you weren’t happy at all, you never were around this time of the month.

what does help though, is having the sweetest boyfriend who is ready to drop everything to help you through it.

you were sure he was probably a little suspicious himself about when your period was next due.

luckily it fell on a friday, so you could just relax the first couple of days. which usually, you found were the most painful.

you had just finished showering when you heard spencer come home. you heard him leave his shoes and bags at the front door, slowly making his way through your apartment. “honey, you home?”

you called back weakly, letting him know you were in the bathroom. he knocked on the already open door, asking if it was okay for him to come in.

you agreed and his head appeared through the crack. his smile dropped slightly as he took in your red puffy eyes, which he could only assume was from you crying.

“is everything okay?” he asked as he quickly came closer to you, his arms reaching out to pull you into his chest.

you nodded glumly, “i got my period.”

“oh baby,” he cooed, his hand moving to stroke your wet hair. “not feeling too good?”

your shook your head.

“i think i know something that will cheer you up.” he pressed a kiss to your head, taking step back to look at you. “why don’t you get yourself comfortable then come meet me in the lounge?”

you nodded and he placed another kiss on your head.

he made his way to the door but stopped just before leaving, a cheeky smile on his face. “hey, at least we know your new birth control works.”

you knew he was trying to make light of the situation but you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your face towel towards him. which, was obviously unsuccessful as he managed to dodge it. you shook your head at him, a smile on your face nonetheless, and he blew a kiss in your direction before closing the door.

by the time you had gotten changed into something comfy and came to the lounge room, spencer had managed to set everything up. he knew before he left for work this morning that he wanted to do something nice for you and he couldn’t have planned a better day.

you froze upon seeing the lounge. there he was laid on the sofa, waiting patiently for you to finish with a comforting smile.

your favourite food and snacks were laid out on the coffee table and the tv was ready to play your favourite movie.

god, this man was a dream.

“come here, baby.” he patted in between his legs, ushering you over. you couldn’t have moved faster. you laid in between his legs, your back pressed against his chest.

“spence, this is so sweet.” you pouted, looking up at him as he pressed play on your movie.

he pressed a kiss to your cheek, his arms wrapping around you in a hug. “anything for m’lady.”

his hands made their way to your stomach, massaging gently. “now relax and let me take care of you.”

and he definitely refuses to let you lift a muscle for the rest of the night. which is no problem for him, he loves to look after you.

[aspenmissing]

Hii! Could I pretty please request viktor and/or jayce with what it would be like surprising them after being long distance for some time because of work/school. Kind of like the videos on tik tok that are like "surprising my long distance partner"❤️

~🍒

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ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

JAYCE

The sun hung low over Piltover, casting a soft golden hue over the city’s skyline. The cool breeze whispered through the streets, but inside Jayce’s workshop, a different kind of energy buzzed. He had spent the past few weeks absorbed in work—an endless cycle of designs, tests, and meetings—unable to shake the weight of missing someone. The absence of Y/N had been a constant ache, especially after her long trip to Noxus for work. They had both known it would be a while before she'd return, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Jayce stood at his workbench, fidgeting with the new prototype for a hextech device, though his mind wasn’t on the project. His hands moved with precision, but his thoughts kept drifting to her. Every time he finished a task, he’d glance at his comms device, waiting for a message, a signal that she was still thinking of him. The time zone difference, the endless meetings—everything about Noxus had kept her away for far longer than either of them had anticipated.

He could hear the faint sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway outside. He’d become so accustomed to her presence—how she’d always stop at the door before entering, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Today, though, the footsteps were unfamiliar, distant. His mind immediately leapt to the thought that it was probably one of the lab assistants or maybe even Viktor stopping by for some updates.

A soft, unexpected chime from his comms interrupted his thoughts. He glanced down, seeing a new message—Y/N.

“Thinking of you,” the message read.

He smiled faintly, typing back, I miss you. When are you coming home?

Before he could send it, another message popped up—this one, a picture.

It was a shot of him, taken from behind, a view of the workbench cluttered with projects. But what caught his eye, what made his heart race for the briefest of moments, was the person in the reflection in the glass of the workshop’s large window. The image was blurry at first, but as he stared, trying to make sense of it, a realization hit him. His breath caught in his throat as his hands began to tremble. He thought he was imagining it.

Y/N.

It took him a moment longer to fully process the image. She was standing there in the doorway, smiling. His heart skipped a beat.

"Wait," he whispered, blinking rapidly, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Is this a joke? But it wasn’t. There she was, her smile unmistakable.

Before he could even formulate another thought, he heard a creak—the soft sound of the workshop door opening.

He turned around, his heart hammering in his chest, expecting to see her. And there she was, standing in the doorway with that same playful, mischievous grin. Her suitcase sat beside her, a reminder that this moment was real. His pulse raced, and for a second, he was frozen, unsure of what to do.

“Y/N?” he stuttered, his voice catching as he took a step toward her, feeling like he might collapse from the rush of emotions flooding his chest. “You… You’re here?”

She didn’t answer immediately, simply watching him with an expression full of affection, as if she were savoring the moment of surprise. Then, without another word, she closed the distance between them, her arms wrapping around him in a warm embrace.

Jayce froze, overwhelmed by the sensation of her touch. The familiar comfort of her presence flooded him all at once, and he found himself gripping her tighter, as if he needed to make sure this was real, that she was really here.

“You… You’re really here?” His voice was thick with disbelief and relief, the words stumbling out of him. “But how… I thought you were still in Noxus.”

Y/N pulled back slightly, her hands gently cupping his face as she looked up at him with sparkling eyes. “I couldn’t stand being away from you any longer,” she said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, her voice low and soothing. “Work finally wrapped up, and I knew I had to come home. To you.”

Jayce let out a shaky breath, his hands running down her arms as though trying to ground himself, to make sure she was real. “I missed you so much,” he confessed, his voice unsteady with the raw emotion he had been holding in. “It’s been unbearable without you. Every day felt like it was dragging.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes softening as she leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the kiss wash over him, the weight of their separation falling away in that single, perfect moment.

“I missed you too, Jayce. More than I can even say,” she murmured against his lips.

=

They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, savouring the reunion. For the first time in what felt like ages, Jayce didn’t think about work, or the lab, or any of the stresses he had been buried in. All that mattered in that moment was her—Y/N—finally home.

Eventually, Jayce pulled back slightly, still holding her close. He studied her face for a long moment, his fingers gently brushing the side of her cheek, memorizing the feel of her against him. “You didn’t even tell me you were coming back. I would’ve—” he trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Surprise,” she interrupted, her grin widening as she placed her finger over his lips. “I wanted to see your face when you saw me.”

Jayce raised an eyebrow, playfully narrowing his eyes at her, his heart racing once more. “You’re lucky I’m happy to see you, or I might’ve had to punish you for making me go crazy wondering when you’d return.”

Y/N laughed softly, the sound light and carefree. It was the sound he had missed more than he realized. “I couldn’t stay away any longer, Jayce. And now… I’m home for good.”

Jayce’s smile softened, his heart swelling with happiness as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Good. Because I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, his voice full of emotion. “I don’t think I’ll ever let you go again.”

Y/N rested her head against his chest, her hands still clutched around him. “Then you’ll have to hold on tight,” she teased. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Jayce chuckled, holding her even closer, his heart at peace for the first time in weeks. The world outside could have continued turning, but as long as Y/N was by his side, he had everything he needed.

VIKTOR

Viktor had spent countless days in the lab, his mind consumed by his work, a constant hum of machinery echoing through the walls. The quiet solitude of the lab had become his companion over the past few months, the absence of Y/N’s laughter and warmth leaving an emptiness in his heart. Her work in Noxus had kept her away for longer than they both anticipated, and every day without her felt like an eternity.

Jayce had been supportive, as always, but Viktor could tell he was getting impatient too. He had been eager to see his friend reunited with Y/N, knowing just how much she meant to him. However, there was little anyone could do about the distance that now separated them.

It had been weeks since he’d last heard from her, and the silence was beginning to wear on him. He had tried reaching out several times, but her messages were brief and distant—understandable given the nature of her work, but it didn’t make it any easier. Viktor found himself missing her more with each passing day.

He sat at his desk, staring at the latest designs for a new invention, but his mind kept wandering back to her. What was she doing? Was she safe? Was she thinking of him too?

“Viktor,” Jayce’s voice broke through his thoughts, and Viktor looked up to see his friend leaning against the doorframe, a knowing smile on his face.

“Yes?” Viktor asked, his tone distant.

“You’ve been buried in that project for days,” Jayce said with a chuckle. “I think it’s time you take a break.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow. “A break?”

“You’ve been working non-stop for weeks,” Jayce continued. “Maybe you should get some fresh air, clear your head.”

Viktor sighed. Jayce was right, of course, but he wasn’t sure if there was anything that could take his mind off of the void Y/N’s absence had left behind.

Suddenly, Jayce's smile widened, and he walked over to the desk. “Actually, there is something that might help.”

Viktor looked at him with confusion, but before he could ask, there was a knock at the door. Jayce’s grin widened further.

“Who—?” Viktor started, but before he could finish, the door creaked open, and there stood Y/N.

She was standing there, as if time had stopped, with a wide smile on her face. Viktor’s heart skipped a beat as he stood up, unable to believe his eyes.

“Y/N?” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “What—how—?”

Y/N took a step forward, her eyes sparkling as she walked up to him. “I didn’t want to tell you I was coming back,” she said softly. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Viktor’s breath caught in his throat as she closed the distance between them. His arms instinctively reached out for her, pulling her into a tight embrace. The warmth of her body against his was more comforting than he could ever put into words. It was like all the weight of the past months had been lifted in that moment.

“I missed you so much,” Viktor murmured, his voice trembling slightly. “I didn’t know if I could go another day without seeing you.”

Y/N chuckled softly, pulling back slightly to look up at him. “I missed you too, Viktor. More than you know.”

Jayce, who had been watching the reunion with an amused expression, stepped forward and gave Viktor a knowing look. “I’m glad someone’s happy,” he teased, causing Viktor to shoot him a glare, though his smile was evident.

Y/N turned to Jayce, her grin widening. “Thank you for keeping this a secret. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Jayce waved it off with a dramatic flourish. “Anything for you two.”

Viktor couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face as he looked at Y/N, her presence filling the room with a sense of completeness he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. They had been through so much together, and now, with her back in Piltover, everything felt right again.

“I don’t think I could have lasted much longer without you,” Viktor said, his voice barely above a whisper as he cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

Y/N leaned into his touch, her eyes softening. “I’m here now. No more distance. No more work pulling me away.” She smiled, her gaze intense and full of love. “I’m staying.”

Viktor’s heart swelled with relief and joy. The ache in his chest was finally gone, replaced by the warmth of her presence.

“I’m glad,” he replied, his voice steady, though his emotions ran deep. “I’ll never let you go again.”

Y/N smiled, her arms wrapping around him once more. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m right where I belong.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the comforting presence of the woman he loved and the steady friendship of Jayce, Viktor knew that everything was exactly as it should be. No more distance, no more separation—just them. And that was all he ever needed.

JAYVIK

It had been months since Y/N had last seen Jayce and Viktor. The demands of her work had sent her to Noxus, a place she never wanted to revisit, yet it was a necessity. The mission had required her presence for far longer than expected, and though she had learned to adapt to the political tension and the strange feeling of being so far from Piltover, the weight of being apart from the two men she loved weighed on her more heavily with each passing day.

Long days of being apart from them had been difficult, and the longing she felt for their presence had become a familiar ache. Each letter, each message had helped, but it was never enough. The comfort of Viktor's calm presence, the spark of Jayce’s enthusiasm, had been replaced by the cold stone walls of Noxus. Y/N’s work kept her busy, but every spare moment, she would close her eyes and think of them, picturing the way their smiles lit up when they saw her, how their hands would instinctively find hers in moments of quiet.

There were days when the loneliness became overwhelming, when the distance seemed unbearable. But she knew it was temporary, that it would end soon. It had to. And finally, after weeks of travel delays and obstacles, Y/N’s transport back to Piltover had been confirmed. She would be home. But the timing—yet again—wasn’t ideal. Her return was delayed, and she had no idea when she’d arrive in the city. Instead of telling them, instead of preparing them for her return, Y/N made the decision to surprise them.

The thought of the look on their faces when she finally walked through that door made her heart flutter with excitement. The tension that had built over the months apart would be released in an instant, and she couldn’t wait to see the surprise, the joy, in their eyes.

==

By the time she arrived at their shared home, the clock had already ticked past midnight. The air was cool, the streets of Piltover almost eerily quiet. The soft hum of the city outside felt foreign to her, like she had been away far longer than the months she’d spent in Noxus. She stood in front of the door, her hand resting on the handle for a moment, savoring the thought of being back with them. Her heart beat faster, not just from the anticipation but from the sheer relief that soon, she would be back in their arms.

She quietly slipped inside, the door closing softly behind her. The familiar scent of their shared home immediately surrounded her. It felt like a forgotten dream, one she had longed to come back to. The house was dimly lit, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon outside and the low lighting that illuminated their living room. The warmth of their home wrapped around her like a long-lost embrace.

Y/N tiptoed further into the house, listening carefully. The faint sound of their breathing reached her ears from the room beyond. She smiled to herself as she made her way down the hall, each step filled with anticipation. When she reached their bedroom, she stopped for a moment to watch them both, her heart swelling with love.

In the dim light, she could make out their silhouettes. Both Jayce and Viktor were sound asleep, curled up against each other in a peaceful embrace. Viktor was nestled against the pillow, his face relaxed, and his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. His dark hair had grown a little longer since she had been gone, the strands falling slightly across his forehead, and Y/N felt a sudden longing to reach out and smooth it back into place.

Jayce, on the other hand, was closer to the edge of the bed, but still wrapped in the same peaceful sleep. One arm was sprawled out across the bed, while the other rested protectively around Viktor’s waist. His honey brown hair was tousled, but there was a gentleness to the way he lay that filled Y/N with a sense of calm. Y/N also noticed the pillow placed carefully under Viktor’s bad leg for extra support—a practice they had developed ever since Viktor's injury had worsened. The cane resting beside the bed was a constant reminder of the challenges Viktor faced, but it also reminded her of his strength and resilience.

She stood there for a moment, just watching them. The love she felt for these two men was indescribable. It was a connection forged through shared history, warmth, and unspoken understanding. She could never quite put into words how much they meant to her, but standing here, watching them sleep so peacefully, it became clear. They had made her feel at home, something she had never truly known before.

=

With the utmost care, Y/N undressed from her travel-worn clothes. Her fingers fumbled slightly as the exhaustion of the long journey weighed on her, but the comfort of finally being home pushed her forward. She slipped into something more comfortable—something that felt like a hug from the past. The moment the fabric touched her skin, it felt like a piece of herself had finally returned.

As she carefully made her way to the bed, Y/N made sure her feet barely made a sound on the wooden floor. The room was silent, save for the rhythmic sound of their breathing. She couldn’t help but smile at the peacefulness of it all. She was finally home, and everything felt right again.

Y/N gently slid under the covers, careful not to disturb them. Her movements were slow, measured, as she made her way between their bodies. The warmth of their skin was so inviting, so familiar, and it only intensified the sense of coming home. As she settled between them, Jayce stirred slightly in his sleep. His body, almost instinctively, shifted closer to her. His arm found its way around her, pulling her in with a soft murmur.

Y/N froze for a second, not wanting to wake him completely, but the action brought a rush of relief. She could feel the tension she hadn’t realized she was holding in her shoulders ease at the contact. And then, Viktor, too, stirred, his arm stretching out toward her, as if sensing her presence even in his deep sleep. Before she knew it, Viktor had pulled her closer, his body molding against hers as he settled back into a peaceful slumber.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with warmth as she relaxed into their embrace. This moment—this sense of safety, of being loved—was everything she had missed. It was as though the months apart never happened, as if time had been suspended in this moment.

Jayce’s voice broke the silence, his words soft and thick with sleep. “You’re back,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

Y/N chuckled softly, brushing her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I'm sorry love, did I wake you?” she asked quietly, her voice barely a whisper.

Jayce's grip on her tightened a fraction, his hand resting against the curve of her waist. “No... just felt you... missed you.” His words were slurred with exhaustion, but the sentiment was unmistakable.

Viktor’s voice joined in, barely audible, but still distinct, “You surprised us…”

Y/N leaned in and kissed the back of Viktor’s hand, the one resting against her body. It was warm, familiar, and comforting. “I missed you both so much,” she whispered, feeling a lump form in her throat.

Without warning, she felt both of them shift, their arms tightening around her, pulling her in even closer, as if making sure she was truly there. Jayce’s hand slid up her back, his thumb tracing small circles along her skin, while Viktor nestled his face into her hair, breathing in her scent like a man who had just found a lifeline.

For a long time, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing, the comfort of their touch, and the feeling of being home. Y/N’s eyelids grew heavy, the exhaustion from the long journey finally catching up with her. But even as sleep beckoned, she knew that this moment, this peaceful quiet between the three of them, was exactly where she belonged.

She wasn’t alone anymore. And that was the most comforting thought of all.

[alexanderlightweight]

Hello! Could I please request more from To Break With Fate? I love the image of Jonathan's feral scream at the end. Magnus knowing what that scream meant and that Jonathan would come after Alec. I've often reread it and wondered what happens next from Jonathan. Thank you!

SFW/NSFW - dealer's choice

alkjnerfn! sorry, my excitement got the best of me, I ended up getting a migraine while writing last night (okay so actually i've had it for three days it just got worse) and I didn't want to try and half-assedly finish it because it needed a few more scenes to actually work because. like there are layers to every single choice Magnus makes with Alec in this verse and Jonathon is not okay. okay. he is... he's really mad. not that alec's still alive, oh he's thrilled about that. he's even pleased Alec managed to get away (he's choosing to believe that Alec ran because of Valentine and Clary, not himself) without maiming himself, and he appreciates how clever alec is. he is stubbornly refusing to believe that Alec is using Magnus for anything other than protection and that Magnus used magic to brainwash Alec. Jonathon is in so much fucking denial and he's pretty much using every single resources he can throw or steal and use against Magnus and Alec right now.

in his anger, he has forgotten to inform Valentine of what's going on. tbh he's probably planning on getting Alec back and then using that as a distraction to kill Valentine and take over with his own faction.

right got distracted. finish this after the migraine subsided enough and I hope you enjoy. I just love this verse so much its very unique in my opinion and pretty dark but also very... I just like writing Magnus deeply and protectively possessive of Alec.

*needles/tattooing & 3DNE

<3 thanks for this prompt and how much you liked the first part, I hope you enjoy

lumine

to break with fate (ao3 link to first part)

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It’s been two months since they encountered Jonathan and still, Alexander remains reluctant to leave Magnus’ territory. 

Oh he’ll portal from property to property, never straying from Magnus’ side but the budding eagerness of adventure that had begun to grow as Magnus took him places, is now gone.

It’s as unexpected as it is unpleasant.

Magnus would have preferred an argument.  

He’d expected that Alexander would chafe after three weeks without leaving Magnus’ lairs, especially after the freedom he’d tasted, but instead he’d been relieved. 

It’s as if the wings Magnus had only just unchained have been clipped.

Alexander will sit on the roofs and balconies or porches of the places Magnus takes him.  He’ll watch the world and people move around him and yet, the desire to be a part of life is fading from his eyes where before it was growing.

And so Magnus finds himself quickly running out of options.

Magnus can hardly take his shadowhunter to Pandemonium — that would be advertising he had one in the first place — and so night markets and mundane excursions had been their only options, but still options.

Until Jonathon.

It’s still too soon for Magnus to even consider taking Alexander to the Spiral Labyrinth and truth be told, he doesn’t want to. The Labyrinth is safe in theory, but there are far too many warlocks there who would be all too happy to take a pound of flesh from Magnus’ boy for it to truly be a haven.

Magnus lets the seclusion go on for two more weeks before he finally demands a verbal, articulate reason for his shadowhunter’s actions.

Alexander doesn’t make excuses, he simply tells Magnus with honest precision that stabs like an icy blade, he is too afraid.

Terrified, actually.  

Of both Valentine and his son, now that they know he is alive.  

It hadn’t been so bad when they thought him dead, but now the fear of being hunted down and dragged back to Alicante consumes him.

An enemy that Magnus had been unaware of until now — haunting Alexander’s dreams when Magnus thought him safe in his arms — and one who coveted what didn’t belong to them.

Before this, not a single tracking spell has gone off in regards to Alexander.  Now, the wards on Alexander are constantly lit up, the magick vigorously defending him with possessive obstinacy.

Truthfully, there are many parts of Magnus that insist he feed this fear, lock Alexander away somewhere with his magic and his promises and the terror nipping at Alexander’s heels.

Yet that’s not the life Magnus wants, for him or his boy.

Magnus wants to see Alexander strong enough — with Magnus behind him — spitting at Valentine and Jonathon’s feet with the same ferocity that he’d kissed Magnus in front of Jonathon with.  

Magnus wants to be chosen, again and again, just as he was that time, when Jonathan demanded Alexander return to him, expecting to be obeyed and disbelieving in his rage when denied.

So he's taken the remaining time to research and prepare, for this.

“Good boy,” Magnus strokes his palm up and down Alexander’s back soothingly before cupping his nape.  “That’s my sweet boy, it will all be over soon. Soon you will be anchored to me alone, Alexander and no one but I will ever be able to find you.”

Alexander nearly collapses in relief as Magnus’ firm grip steadies him like a captain steering a ship through a storm.

“Once your hair grows back in, no one will be able to see it.  What they can’t see they won’t be able to brand over, or know to cut the skin off.” Well, Magnus thinks to himself with a pleased smile, even if the mark was found and that happened, then the magic would only be dampened, not broken from how deep the geas will be placed.

Magnus runs his fingers over the shaved curve that goes down the slope of Alexander’s ear from brow to nape.  He shaved both sides with the intention of the growth back being even and thus, less conspicuous.  

He supposes that he could simply use potions to grow the hair back, but he’s curious as to how the prickly growth of hair will feel under his palms.

“You’ll need to be still, do you want me to use magic?”

“I trust you,” is all Alexander says, a promise as if to appease Magnus when Magnus is trying to offer comfort.

“I know how much you trust me, Alexander.” Magnus knows Alexander more intimately than any being, living or dead. “But you don’t always have to take the hard way out, darling. There are no traps for you here, I’m more than strong enough to take care of you. Helping you brings me pleasure, Alexander. It’s not your fear that I crave.”

Magnus knows that he is not the cause of Alexander’s fear, it does not hurt his pride to know that it exists, but it does to let it remain.

Magick covers Alexander, encasing him so that he won’t make even the most minute of movements as Magnus carefully summons a needle made of pure magick. Alexander is terrified of needles — and for reasons that make Magnus’ blood roil with rage like an erupting volcano — which is why this has to be done so very carefully.  It also can’t be done using traditional ritual needles, but magic only.

There is no room for mistakes.

No room for trust to be broken, not when Alexander still barely understands what trusting someone means.

Magnus will not let himself be elevated to the same pedestal of destruction and ruin that Valentine and Jonathon have achieved in Alexander’s life.

Where his finger connects to the needle, he creates a cut and lets the blood be absorbed and mixed with his magic until it becomes ink he can use to tattoo with. 

The skin has been carefully numbed, the pain will still exist but the similar pinch of a needle will be replaced by a steady burn.

Alexander is relaxed, face peaceful now that he doesn’t have to worry about keeping still. Even his closed eyelids don’t flutter, staying shut as Magnus presses the needle in and out, tattooing with a steady, practiced movement even as his thoughts turn calculating.

Jonathan hasn’t been idle.

Five downworld hideouts have recently been discovered and attacked with a fervor and a rage that Magnus remembers from a series of similar torrid disasters that occurred... around the same time that Alexander would have faked his death.

It seems that Jonathan is prone to throwing tantrums.

Since then, everyone has tightened down their protections and prioritized safety over anything else.

Which is why Magnus is here, putting a warding system directly onto Alexander’s skin, onto the curve of his skull where it can never be carved off.

“We’re almost done—” Magnus promises even though Alexander hasn’t made a sound.  His boy doesn’t need to make noise or be in pain for Magnus to want to soothe him, to gentle down the agony of living with his touch and words. “You’ve been perfect for me, darling.”

The final movement done, Magnus releases his power, the needle dissolving before Alexander can open his eyes to see its existence. 

The skin of the tattoo is an angry red, raw and inflamed with the power used and now, without the magick keeping him still, Alexander whines as his eyes blink open, muscles shifting in pain as Magnus spreads a thick potion over the area.  

It’s a fiddly little potion.  

Designed to heal the skin without affecting the magic or the  ingredients of the ritual tattooed onto his boy. It didn’t need to be made.  Alexander could have easily handled the pain, Magnus knows that.

But he doesn’t need to.

Alexander belongs to Magnus now and Magnus protects what is his.

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AN:

if Alec weren't so traumatized, Magnus would just hide him away but Magnus doesn't want Alec cowering in fear behind him the rest of their lives he wants Alec to be strong enough to protect himself until Magnus is there if he's not.

alec is highly trained, that's not the problem. he's also only been trained to a specific limit in actual combat (to be more easily controlled) and has little to no practical skills when fighting demons. he's literally not a shadowhunters, he hasn't been bloodied. Magnus keeps calling him a shadowhunters because to him, Alec is trained enough to be considered one and he likes the idea of it. but by nephilim standards Alec legally isn't a shadowhunter. he's just a nephilim.

magnus is putting a geas on alec so that tracking will no longer work on him. Alec has a fear of needles because of Valentine's experiments and therefore they worked out how Alec was going to handle it and what they were going to do. but where Alec thinks this is something he needs to do - to prove that he knows Magnus isn't the same as Valentine - Magnus really doesn't give a fuck. he knows he's nothing like Valentine, Alec torturing himself doesn't do anything for him. Alec trusting him does.

alec handled seeing Jonathon again really well at the time but he's... he feels like he's gotten complacent and honestly he's not sure how he's going to fully defend himself if something happens when he's out with Magnus. he doesn't realize he's worried about that tho. there is a point where Alec just, doesn't defend himself to his strongest capabilities from an attack at some point and Magnus is really pissed off and Alec is just... 'am I allowed to do that? i'm not supposed to use weapons or runes without permission?' and Magnus is just... 'fuck he needs even more work than I planned.'

so Magnus has to up the schedule which is hand-to-hand training with Alec and teaching him to fight against magic and also taking him on nightly demon raids for practical experience.

Alec is a very different person in this verse. the core of him is pretty much the same but he's been broken and shattered and not allowed to heal since he was a kid. Magnus isn't trying to piece him back together, he's trying to reforge alec so he's strong enough not just to endure, but to stay strong by magnus' side

magnus is very attached. he's not looking further into it besides 'he's mine and I take good care of what's mine.'

alec can't summon weapons not bound to him and he hasn't been allowed access to the lightwood or true blood weapons vaults in this world. so he only has a handful of weapons bound to his blood. at some point Magnus takes him on a pillaging spree across the world. hitting institute armories for him ^_^

Magnus doesn't want a broken bird in a bird cage. Magnus wants a hawk to hunt want that returns to his arm, talons resting against but never piercing, allowing itself to be hooded and tethered until the next hunt.

and he's going to make sure his hawk has a very nice enclosure, lots of enrichment... i might be going too far with these metaphors lol this is making me want to turn this into wing!fic and i'm not even sure how that would fit...

ritual side effects from how many Magnus has done on him and Asmodeus blood? plus the experiments Valentine did? idk, lemme know if that sounds interesting or if I just rabbit!trailed my plot pls and thanks?

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Sun. Beach. Sand. Friends.

It might look cliché, but it’s what filled your hearts with joy.

‘’Norris! Give me a hand, will ya?’’ Your lips pulled away from those of your boyfriend the moment he got up to help one of your friends with preparing the jet skis.  

‘’Finally,’’ your best friend, Ava, laughed as she took a seat next to you. ‘’Now that your lips are no longer glued to his, what do you think of grabbing a drink, I’m in a desperate need for a Frozen Daiquiri.’’

She pulled you up on your feet after you agreed on getting drinks. It was your holiday, after all, and even though it was just your first day of the 3-week holiday here in Dubai, you were planning on making it the best holiday yet.

You and Lando had been together for a little over 5 months now, the two of you bumping into each other at last year’s Christmas Market in London. You spilled your bottle of water over your shirt, and he was determined to win you a teddy bear so he could make it up to you.

After that Christmas Market, you went on a ton of dates. In London, but also in Monaco, as that was where he lived. You attended 3 races before he finally asked you to be his last summer, and obviously you said yes, otherwise this story is kind of weird, isn’t it?

Anyways, you knew who he was when you met him, having watched a few races here and there, along with your friends.

The moment you told your friends Lando had asked you out on a date, they couldn’t contain their excitement and practically forced you to go out with him. So, you did. And here we are, almost a year later.

‘’Two Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri, please.’’ Ava ordered the drinks for the two of you and once you felt the cold glass in your hand, you immediately took a sip.

‘’Urgh,’’ you groaned, your eyes closed. ‘’Best drink ever.’’ You giggled.

‘’Lando! Oh my god watch out!’’ Your grip on his life jacket was tight as he was riding the jet ski with you on the back. ‘’You idiot!’’ You laughed, hands gripping his shoulders firmly when you felt him go even faster – if that was even possible.

‘’You’re riding a jet ski with an F1 driver, love. Did you really think I was gonna go slow?’’ You groaned at his reply, and you simply held onto him like you could fall off any moment, which was probably the case.

Everything sport related was a game to him, and he was very, very competitive. He hated losing, which is why he tried his hardest to make you his, with success.

‘’Okay, okay, enough speed for me, let’s go back to the shore and have dinner, I’m starving.’’ You breathe, Lando’s hand moving over your leg slowly. He lifted his hand till it rested on your outer thigh, whilst still steering the jet ski with one hand. Slower, though, thankfully.

‘’We will, love, we will.’’ He said, but you could hear the amusement in his voice, his tone, teasingly with a smirk.

‘’Lan-…’’ You couldn’t even finish your sentence before your boyfriend pulled the right handle towards him, the two of you flying over the water. He made sure to keep an eye on you, but he knew you enjoyed this, and he wasn’t wrong.

You might tell him to stop going fast, heck, even in the bedroom you’d tell him to stop, but it was always with that flirty and teasing tone. He knew that tone, and he knew it meant you did not want him to, in fact, stop. So, he kept going.

‘’I should have thought better before signing that contract about us.’’

You were fully drenched, Lando obviously pushing the strings too hard which caused you to fall off the jet ski. Nothing harsh, it was all playful, and the two of you were laughing when it happened.

‘’You’re an idiot.’’ You smirked, rolling your eyes playfully as you squeezed the salty water out of your hair.

‘’I know, but you like it.’’ He teased, slapping your ass lightly as his hand moved its way towards your hip, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. ‘’I love you.’’

Dinner, which was absolutely insane – mostly because you were starving, but definitely because it was one of the best restaurants here in Dubai.

‘’Ehm..’’ Ava shoved you her phone, and you immediately let your eyes wander over the tweets, the Instagram posts, and the articles.

Lando saw the worried look on your face, so he cut off the conversation with his friends and pointed his attention to you, causing his friends to do the same.

‘’What’s wrong, love?’’ He asked, his thumb drawing small circles on your knee as his gaze went from you to the phone, back to you.

You showed him the articles, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips. You could see his jaw clench, the apple in his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. ‘’They really need to make rumours about everything, don’t they?’’ He sighed and pressed a kiss to your temple.

‘’Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll fix it, we’ll post a statement on Insta, alright?’’ He said, his arms wrapping around you which caused you to relax.

You felt guilty, because you were aware of the eyes that were on him now that his contract with McLaren was coming to an end. You knew his contract was getting renewed, but the world didn’t, and you didn’t want to cause issues.

People blaming McLaren for not renewing his contract, and how this. People blaming McLaren for forcing Lando to be in a relationship with you, a PR relationship, which was the furthest from the truth. You loved each other so much, and McLaren had absolutely nothing to do with the two of you.

‘’Come here.’’ Lando’s arms made his way around your shoulders, his strong arms pulling you even closer to his chest. The bed was comfy, soft, but the tension in your face was apparent, especially to Lando.

‘’I just, I feel so stupid for saying that.’’ You sighed but Lando reassured you immediately.

‘’Babe, it’s not the first time we say this, it’s our joke, and people don’t get it, apparently. You know how the media is, they exaggerate everything to get those views and clicks, so they probably overheard you saying that, but did not see the look on your face, or your beautiful smile when you said that.’’ His voice was soft and calm, like he was not stressed at all about this.

‘’But the image McLa-..’’

‘’No, baby, no. That’s not your fault, okay? They should have probably announced the contract extension sooner, yeah, but that has absolutely nothing to do with whatever you said at the beach, okay?’’ He said, stern, but gentle. And you believed him. Of course you did, you believed everything he would tell you because you knew he was right.

‘’Now let’s make that post so people will stop complaining about things that are the furthest from the truth. That, and so I can take you tonight because I really, really want to.’’ He whispered the last thing with a voice so deep, you felt chills all over your body.

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user1 I feel ashamed

user5 as you should user3 we all should. how could we think it was just a PR. they are in love in love.

user2 You are so so so cute together!

‘’Lando, fuck, stop!’’ You breathe, hands pushing against his chest as he looked into your eyes, his bright ones a few shades darker than usually. He smirked, wetted his lips before thrusting even harder… Just how you asked.