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Before - Mike Dodds x Reader (NSFW)

Rated M for SMUT

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Mike’s kisses were like fire, hot and searing as you straddled his lap, your fingers carding through his dark hair as he moaned into your mouth. His white shirt hung open, revealing his muscular chest and that large starburst scar that disappeared into the waistband of his black trousers.

Your lipstick marks decorated the hollow of his throat, fading as they reached his collarbone. Already he looked debauched, his pupils blown as you arched your hips just slightly, grinding down along the length of his cock. His hand fastened on the nape of your neck as he drew you back to his swollen lips.

“I missed you.” he said, smiling into your mouth. “Missed being with you like this.”

“Me too.” You told him, your fingertips trailing along the outline of his scar.

“I love you; you know?” he whispered, his nose trailing along the length of yours. “I didn’t say it before, but I felt it.”

‘Before’ being prior to the shooting that had almost ended his life. He’d died for a few minutes in his hospital bed. When it happened, it felt like you were being eviscerated, like someone had cut you open and torn out your heart. You thought of all the things you hadn’t said, that you’d wanted to say.

“I love you too.” You told him, smiling against his lips before kissing him.

It was soft and sultry, full of unspoken promises. It had been a while since the two of you had expressed yourselves physically, not since before the shooting. Mike’s recovery has been a long, painful road and neither of you wanted to compromise that, but you missed the intimacy that came with making love.

“Be gentle with me.” He teased as you unzipped his trousers. He lifted his hips as you helped to remove his underwear. A blush crept across his cheeks as you straddled his lap again. “It feels the like the first time.”

“Are you nervous?” you asked, your thumb trailing over the apple of his cheek as you tilted his head up to meet your gaze.

“I just want it to be good for you.” he said as his hands coming to test back on your hips. “I don’t want to disappoint.”

“You could never disappoint me.” You told him. “We’ll take it slow and if anything hurts, we’ll stop, ok?”

“Hm.” He mumbled before kissing you again.

He moaned into your mouth as you sank down inch by inch. His grip on your hips tightened as he guided you back down onto his cock.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel.” He whispered into the hollow of your throat.

You rocked slowly together, Mike’s arm wrapping around your waist, pinning you against him. He needed you, needed the intimacy of this act, because saying how much he loved you wasn’t enough, he needed to show you.  Already he felt wrecked, you were ruining him with each, and every motion and he loved it, loved the sensation of being wrapped up in your again, of being loved by you.

“Fuck baby, it’s been too long since we did this.” He tells you. “Love being with you again. Love you.”

It was perfection, a slice of time carved out where the two of you could simply enjoy each other in the moment. The ecstasy built and it built, and it built, until Mike couldn’t hold back anymore. His orgasm was on the horizon when you peaked, your core gripping his cock so fucking tightly he felt like he was going to combust. His own climax hit him like a freight train, tearing through his system like an IED. He cried out as he thrust up into you, spilling inside of you as he buried himself all the way up the hilt.

He sagged back into the couch, drawing you back with him so the two of you remained pressed together. He tipped his head back, teeth grinding together as he hissed through his teeth.

“Mike?” You questioned withdrawing from his body, before coming to kneel on the couch beside him. “Does it hurt?”

“A little.” He confessed, his arm enveloping your shoulders and drawing you closer.

“You should have said something.” You told him.

“I didn’t want to stop.” He murmured into your hairline.  “I missed being with you like that, I missed the intimacy. I wanted to reconnect, be normal again.”

“It takes time.” You reminded him, your hand coming to rest on the space where his heart resided. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His fingers entwined with yours, before he brought them up to his lips.

“I think…” he swallowed hard against the well of emotion in his chest. “I think I just really needed to hear that.”

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[777ymir]

i’ve been testing out the void state and i listened to some audio waves and just kinda chilled, i was going between affirmations and my thoughts with a lot less stress than usual (this is so important because usually i’m like “am i doing this right” “am i breathing too fast” “am i not doing THIS right” and blah blah blah) this time i was just kinda breathing listening to the waves and working through doubtful thoughts, just affirming when i felt i should. i did literally everything based of MY comfort and MY thoughts. And i noticed i just felt a lot better than i usually did when i try right, i was like oh hey let me try to distract myself(bc of the distracted method) so i just started singing cake by melanie martinez cause i loved her in middle school and it’s the only song i could immediately think of (that i knew start to finish) for some reason???😭 (this is weird because i literally know sooooo many songs, anyways) so i’m just jamming out and out of NOWHERE my whole body just like shifted (the only way i can describe it). It’s like out of nowhere i felt so weird i don’t know if i can accurately describe it but imagine like pins and needles but over your whole body and it doesn’t hurt it was just like woah where’d that come from. My heart started RACING and i was like “omg im gonna go in now omg omg omg” and i was just trying to calm my heart down because it was beating like 1234 instead of the normal 1..2..3..4 and i KNEW i needed to focus on literally anything else. i swallowed a couple of times and just focused on calming myself because i was like “wtf is going on” and i just felt everything and tried to keep myself in this state so i could find my footing and be calm while in it. By this point the song was long gone😭 i’d already finished it and i started to go through my thoughts of things are really gonna be different once you get out will you be ready? and i was affirming that i will and i deserve this and it’s okay and i started seeing flashes of what i’d be like and things i’d have again and i told myself that even if i didn’t get in right now i’d get in tonight when i sleep. eventually the feeling was gone (probably because i focused on it ((maybe??) and i kinda liked just sitting there for a bit ( i had stopped moving and i was laying on my side in the fetal so i was in like peak comfort but eventually i just moved and went back to doing what i was doing before. i will say that every time my tv went between ads and the screen went dark (making my vision dark) i fell more into this weird fuzzy state. overall it was crazy and i would love to hear anyone’s thoughts on this. i’m gonna tag some creators i follow because i would love some guidance and perspective:)

@gorgeouslypink @luckykiwiii101 @trynafindbarbiee @voidprincessblog @babygothprincess @zen-shu @prettymindset111 @charmedreincarnation @littlemissprettyprincess @itsravenbitch @konniesreality @lotusmi @ziauhh @arisuworld @chaisshitposts

okay that’s all i can think of, if anyone has some tips or explanations as to what in the world was going on please i’m so happy to hear 🙏

[luckykiwiii101]

i’ve been testing out the void state and i listened to some audio waves and just kinda chilled, i was going between affirmations and my thoughts with a lot less stress than usual (this is so important because usually i’m like “am i doing this right” “am i breathing too fast” “am i not doing THIS right” and blah blah blah) this time i was just kinda breathing listening to the waves and working through doubtful thoughts, just affirming when i felt i should. i did literally everything based of MY comfort and MY thoughts. And i noticed i just felt a lot better than i usually did when i try right, i was like oh hey let me try to distract myself(bc of the distracted method) so i just started singing cake by melanie martinez cause i loved her in middle school and it’s the only song i could immediately think of (that i knew start to finish) for some reason???😭 (this is weird because i literally know sooooo many songs, anyways) so i’m just jamming out and out of NOWHERE my whole body just like shifted (the only way i can describe it). It’s like out of nowhere i felt so weird i don’t know if i can accurately describe it but imagine like pins and needles but over your whole body and it doesn’t hurt it was just like woah where’d that come from. My heart started RACING and i was like “omg im gonna go in now omg omg omg” and i was just trying to calm my heart down because it was beating like 1234 instead of the normal 1..2..3..4 and i KNEW i needed to focus on literally anything else. i swallowed a couple of times and just focused on calming myself because i was like “wtf is going on” and i just felt everything and tried to keep myself in this state so i could find my footing and be calm while in it. By this point the song was long gone😭 i’d already finished it and i started to go through my thoughts of things are really gonna be different once you get out will you be ready? and i was affirming that i will and i deserve this and it’s okay and i started seeing flashes of what i’d be like and things i’d have again and i told myself that even if i didn’t get in right now i’d get in tonight when i sleep. eventually the feeling was gone (probably because i focused on it ((maybe??) and i kinda liked just sitting there for a bit ( i had stopped moving and i was laying on my side in the fetal so i was in like peak comfort but eventually i just moved and went back to doing what i was doing before. i will say that every time my tv went between ads and the screen went dark (making my vision dark) i fell more into this weird fuzzy state. overall it was crazy and i would love to hear anyone’s thoughts on this. i’m gonna tag some creators i follow because i would love some guidance and perspective:)

You were really close to entering the void state. You were in the before state. Don’t focus on the symptoms and just focus inwards. Not on your physical body and you’ll enter the void in no time.

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[daisyswift3]

I know everyone is probably sad rn but this is honestly a good thing bc it means we’re on track for a July ghosting like we theorized. We’re likely at the mahogany vinyl right now (July-Sept, 7-9) after being in the glitch/chaos/blood moon period from April-June, 4-6, which is why there were so many (intentional) glitches recently (x). It’s pretty clear she’s performing the bejeweled mv to a T so we’re likely at this scene rn. Notice the blue and pink lighting in the proposal scene. I think this could symbolize her leaning heavily into gender norms and heteronormativity. “Blue is for boys 🩵 and pink is for girls 🩷.” This is likely why going anon sent those colored hearts. The light blue heart 🩵 might also be related to blank space (bearding song) (x)(x) and the 1989 mashup she did on 6/23 which we all agreed meant a breakup was probably coming soon. Taylor and 🏈 both mentioned bikes yesterday and 🏈 said he suggested riding a bike during blank space (x)(x). Check my tags on this post for my interpretation of what the bikes might represent.

She just passed the “test” w the ICDIWABH performance on 6/23 (I’m sure I can pass this test, 1234; see the 🕰️ anon post) and Queen Pat, who is regarded as the most influential makeup artist in the industry, was pleased. Taylor also uses makeup in the fortnight mv to symbolize how she’s had to cover up her true self (tattoos) w red herrings/bearding/PR. Also notice all the fans. It’s possible the fans symbolize how right now she has all the fans/swifties in the palm of her hand and all of them are eagerly awaiting an engagement and eventual wedding.

The bejeweled mv using the Cinderella story as a metaphor is quite significant bc at midnight Cinderella’s glittering ballgown turns back into normal clothes. This represents how at Midnight (meet me at midnight) Taylor is going to destroy the facade and the magic/lavender haze/smokescreen/PR will be gone and her fans will be disillusioned bc they’ll realize Taylor isn’t who they thought she was.

“There in her glittering prime the lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night, I can show you lies” (ICDIWABH) // “Promise to be dazzling” (Clara Bow) // “Shred my evening gown” (The Alcott) // “In our history, across our great divide there is a glorious sunrise dappled with the flickers of light from the dress I wore at midnight, leave it all behind” (happiness) // “And most importantly, they will know about the human heart. The flawed, scarred, angry, grateful, nonsensical heart. The one that hides deep inside glittering ballgowns. The one that questions everything, but mostly it questions if the world it has grimaced through so many smiles for would love it for what it truly is” (9th 🎃 message) // “But none of it is changing that the chariot is waiting, hearts are hers for the breaking, there’s escape in escaping” (The Bolter) // “The story of two princesses. No place for a prince, despite the spotlight that shines on him” (6th 🎃 message) // “Don't be the audience applauding the levitation, oblivious to the floorboards creaking beneath your feet. The true magic, the poignant truth, lies in the descent, not the ascent” (🫚 message).

Welp she’s playing Mary’s Song 🫣 engagement rumors incoming. Hopefully this means the ghosting happens soon

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lovefool [2/6] (jjk)

pairing: jeon jungkook × reader

genre: angst, fluff (sort of), smut

summary: your boyfriend's pretty girl best friend keeps hogging up your alone time with him.

word count: 2k

warnings: mental illness (ptsd, depression, anxiety), that’s it

note: so, this is a bit underwhelming and I just realised I have written like the worst summary for this story- also I have not edited this bec I’m in a hurry I’m sorrY and let me know if I made any errors and sorry its short BUT I’m planning on posting a little drabble that gives you a background of jk and yuna’s relationship and stuff

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It's hard to ignore feelings of insecurity. Especially when you've always been around people who seemed to effortlessly succeed in whatever they do while you've stayed average. It's the way your parents never showed appreciation or love, barely tried to push you to do better and never actively tried to help you that built your fear of failure. They were absent for most of your life events and you do not have much of a relationship with them. The only thing they gave you that stuck to you is your low self-esteem and PTSD.

Hopefully, you don't ever have to go back to them. Your little time away from them has done you good, with the help of your on-campus psychologist, you're able to fall out of that old routine of self-loathing while you do the bare minimum and adapt to a new life free from dependence on your parents, financially and emotionally.

That's why you feel this time, for you, is a test. All that confidence you had worked so hard to build was slowly deteriorating. Jungkook obviously knew nothing about your past and this relationship is a reminder of it. You didn't feel important enough for him, like an afterthought. You’ve never even considered romantic relationships outside fantasies until you met him. You knew it wasn’t entirely his fault but this was subliminally triggering your depression and PTSD.

Jungkook had called you a few times since last night’s events but you didn't bother getting back to him. If he sent voice messages or texts, you haven't had the energy or even the will really, to look at them.

Last night, you reached home by midnight. Before that, you visited the volunteering centre to pass time. There was always something you could contribute to; this time you helped raise funds for the development of homeless shelters.

You’re ashamed to admit it wasn’t your altruism that made the decision of working late at the centre but your own requirements. Not only would this take your mind off Jungkook and Yuna, but it’d earn you an extra credit or two for college too and you’d feel at least a bit valuable.

Back at Jungkook’s house, he battled with his own thoughts about whether or not he should’ve followed you (he definitely should have). It’s only around 5 a.m. now. Yuna invited herself to a sleepover with him and he couldn’t help but feel mildly disturbed. You were supposed to stay, you had your overnight bag with you and everything.

He lied on his sofa staring at the little glow in the dark plastic stars scattered around on the ceiling. You suggested they make movie nights better because the stars are barely visible in the city with all the pollution. Speaking of movie nights, he doesn’t seem to remember the last time he watched a movie or show of your choice. It’s almost time for him to start showering and packing for his weekend away with his friends.

Yet, he can’t seem to find the will to just get up; it’s not laziness or procrastination. It’s as if he’s forcing himself to go.

Jungkook glances at his phone on the coffee table, you hadn’t even opened his messages.

Suddenly, realising you hadn’t contacted him even once in the past few hours, he snapped out of his daydreaming. Did you even get home safe? That seemed to have woken him up completely.

Communication was not your strongest suit, you found it rather easier to go days without talking to or texting anyone- thanks to your dysfunctional family. Yet, when you realised you were subconsciously trying to distance yourself from the situation, you were adamant to not give in, you needed to be an adult about it- which is why you were currently waiting, at the deserted bus stop, for the first bus to Jungkook’s home street to show up.

You, guilt-ridden, finally check your phone with Jungkook’s numerous unanswered phone calls, text messages and Instagram messages displayed on your notification bar. As soon as the bus arrived, you hop on and send your boyfriend a brief direct message-

_____: hey jk

_____: im sorry i got busy last night

_____: in the bus rn, I’ll be over in 10, im sorry we really need to talk

jeon97: typing…

_____: ik youre probably busy packing up for your weekend getaway but this will barely take 20 mins

jeon97: Don’t say it like that

_____: ?

jeon97: typing…

jeon97: I’m glad you’re okay

jeon97: A simple ‘Im fine jk’ was all I needed, _____.

_____: i got busy

jeon97: I’ll pick you up at the bus stand

_____: okay

The last message remained unopened. You gulped, was it too harsh of you to ignore him? Somewhere, you felt his efforts to contact you just weren’t enough. He should’ve followed you out of his apartment and begged you to stay. He probably wouldn’t even need to beg; he could have demanded you to stay back and you’d agree.

Jungkook left out the part where he had already gotten dressed, fully prepared to sneak into your dormitory, and was currently at the only open bakery near his apartment, it wasn’t your favourite one but it was the only place open at this time of the day, figuring the least he could do after this is bring you a tiramisu or a croissant or two. He winced at how cold he sounded over text. After paying for your food, he rushes to the bus stop.

Dressed in his signature black cargo trousers paired with a bomber jacket, zipped up, with a white shirt underneath, he paced back and forth the seating area.

The bus arrives immediately after his third round and he spots you instantly with your turtleneck sticking out of his oversized sweater.

Jungkook almost lunged at you as soon as you hop off the vehicle, shamelessly wrapping himself around you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you…?” You begin but get cut off by your boyfriend, “NO- I deserve it, I mean yeah, it’d have been better if I knew you were, I don’t know, at home? I hate that you’re upset with me and I just want us to be OK again and,” “We’re fine.” You whispered, “But are we really? We can’t not talk about-” “We will.” “Okay, fine.”

He frowns when he notices you refraining from hugging him back and pulls away briefly. Your entire interaction seems forced and awkward.

There’s something adorable about the little, lilac take-away container contrasting his all-black outfit matching the bad boy image.

You felt exhausted from going through all the thoughts and emotions last night and now you would be reliving them all over again if you were going to be honest and talk to him truthfully and uncensored. “You didn’t really have to pick me up, I was going over to your apartment anyway.” “Well, I was actually already up and ready to head over to your place. I even picked up a pineapple pastry and coffee flavoured, supersized macaron for you.” He dangled the box over your head.

Oh?

“Well…” You awkwardly started. Do you thank him for thinking of you? Do you ridicule him and say ‘oh, it’s about time’? You play with the charms on your bracelet, not knowing where to begin. “Can we go home now? Or… are- I don’t know, do you have anything planned? I could help you pack.”

“Actually, I think the flower garden would be open by now? Do you want to go on an impromptu date?”

“I want to talk to you, I don’t want this to count as a date, that’s just- I don’t know, sad? I think I’d rather go back to your place now?” You suggest.

Jungkook doesn’t know why he hesitates to tell you about Yuna staying over. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before, and you know it’s all innocent anyway. “No yeah, that’s okay, let’s go home and talk, babe.” He offers his hand to you and smiles when you lace your fingers together.

You squeeze his hand and it makes him lose his mind a little. Jungkook really likes you.

Your short walk to his apartment was silent, not entirely awkward but somewhat... peaceful. You even stopped midway when Jungkook pointed at a small tuxedo cat sitting on a low wall and played with it as he took pictures of the two of you for his Instagram story.

When you were nearing the rustic elevator gate, you felt him pause several times like he forgot something at the stand. “_____, wait.”

You observed him, tilting your head to the side. “I- So, last night, it was- you know, late. And, you left and Yuna stayed but that was… later. But, she’s still here.” He dumbly stared at you.

Subconsciously, your brows furrowed and Jungkook froze. “She didn’t ask, she just stayed and I did not like tell her to but she just, you know? She stayed. And I slept on the couch.” He looked around at everything but you. Your eyes, however, were fixated on him. Turns out you were rightfully worried. Because your boyfriend cannot keep secrets and if Jungkook hesitates, he’s either lying or maybe he probably figured out how weird it was for a female friend to stay over instead of his girlfriend.

Either way, this was ultimately the kind of situation you had hoped to avoid.

It shouldn't be too big of a deal that the woman you've grown to dislike quite a bit was casually rooming with your boyfriend. Unable to describe your emotions, you decide to let yourself process the new information.

Now, it may seem like an overreaction but this is a woman Jungkook has known for most of his life. Yuna was there when his first kiss happened, hell, she might have even been his first kiss and you can't do anything about it. Yuna was there to bring him soup and nurse him back to health when he fell ill the week before his finals. Yuna has cooked and cleaned for him, she has had Jungkook cook for and clean up after her! She has spent more time with him than you ever will and knows more about him than you do.

This is the woman who had shamelessly joked about your boyfriend's boner in front of you because she can and because she's the best friend. And, you've watched just enough chick flicks to know that the best friend always wins over the insecure, jealous girlfriend. You don't know if you're ready to compete against that.

In your defence, Yuna hasn't been the most welcoming to you either. Even Taehyung had let you into their circle and apparently, he's usually the one who's hard to crack no matter how friendly he may seem. And, you seemed to get along perfectly fine. But, Yuna? The girl introduced you to Jungkook and ever since, she has tried her best to make you uncomfortable. It was all so subtle.

It's hard to be vulnerable and talk about your past no matter how relevant it is to your current circumstance.

You don't want to chase Jungkook away by unloading your two tons of emotional baggage on him.

You don't believe he signed up for that. Maybe you're underestimating Jungkook and misjudging his intentions with you. It's just very uncomfortable. What if he thinks you're too emotional? What if he laughs at your worries?

"Let's just go in, I'll brew you some chamomile tea too," "That's not enough caffeine, it's barely six." You snap.

Jungkook could sense your hesitation and the fact that you ignored the whole Yuna thing didn't settle well in him.

Jungkook pursed his lips together, dragging the elevator door open. It's unbelievably loud, this metal gate. It makes you scrunch your nose and titter. When you're inside the elevator, he leans down and pulls you into a little kiss and you don't object.

You really had no idea what you had walked into. Like, figuratively.

[vroomvroommuppett]

𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎? 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

if you want to talk about the story or have questions, send an ask :)

ooh also there is mention of death. i’ll tw it

thetonightshow We put Yn Ln on a lie detector test, and this was her answer for one of the questions. Thank you for being honest, even when you’re going through something.

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yn thank you for having me!

fan.1 is she talking about andrew?

danedehann She’s so strong.

fan.2 i mean she’s either talking about barry or andrew

yn i’ve had more ex’s than just them two. but they were before fame. i’m actually still good friends with them. i’m even one’s children’s godmother

TW DEATH

since tumblr will only let me post one video, here’s the link to the video yn’s posting

yn it’s been 10 years since i got the call you left us. you were my first boyfriend, and i miss you. 🖤

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yn i told myself i’d never get a tattoo bc of my fear of needles, but i did

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fan.1 IT LOOKS SO GOOD

danedehann Never in a million years would I think you’d get a tattoo.

andrewgarfield It looks good, ynn

yn hehe thanks andy

keoghan92 Please talk to me.

yn no

keoghan92 I still love you.

yn no. you hurt me more than you could EVER imagine.

keoghan92 I’m sorry.

yn that’s not going to cut it

yn.fanpage she needs to win an emmy for this @yn

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yn thank you!!

andrewgarfield She really does.

danedehann I cried at this part

yn of course you did, dane

ncis_cbs 😢

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Fragile - Peter Stone x Reader

Trigger Warning: Aftermath of Miscarriage.

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It was during the second act of Phantom of the Opera when your phone began to ring. Peter could feel the consistent thrum against his heart as the intrusive device vibrated within the silk prison of his suit’s interior pocket. You’d asked him to carry it as the little black dress you had worn tonight had no pockets and you’d been paranoid you wouldn’t notice it if it was sequestered into your matching clutch.

Peter inhaled deeply, sucking air deep into his chest for seven seconds, holding it for four and exhaling for six as his Headspace App recommended. This wasn’t the first time that your arrangements had been interrupted but tonight was special. Tonight, was supposed to be about the two of you, about getting back on track to the way things had been before you’d lost the baby. The sorrow crept in like fingertips running up the centre of his spine and trailing across his shoulders. It came to rest in a knot at the base of his neck, causing him to swallow hard against the lump in his throat.

It had only been a couple of months since the miscarriage, and this was the first time that he had managed to coax you into stepping outside and doing something for yourself. The death of your child had sucked the life right out of you. In the aftermath you had become an automaton, eating and drinking for sustenance, barely sleeping before heading back to work. There was no joy in your actions. Everything you did was calculated down to the forensics journals you read in your spare time to the long runs you took in the early evening. You would never come right out and say it, but you were punishing herself. He understood what you were doing, the control you were struggling to hold onto, he had been there himself once upon a time.

His guilt manifested differently these days. It was in the extra time it took to wash his hands, the way he meticulously read over each and every court briefing and instead of putting it aside rereading it all over again. The fact he found himself unable to leave his office because he had to check his speech for his closing arguments just one more time. He’d had the same fixations intermittently throughout his life, when things got tough Peter become thorough, more through than he ever needed to be.

He thought of the life the three of you could have had. You hadn’t even known if it was a boy or a girl. When he’d found out you were pregnant, he had already been in the midst of prosecuting the Egerton trial, one of the highest profile cases of his life. He had been so wrapped up in himself and his ambitions that he hadn’t seen what was happening with you. He hadn’t noticed that you were suffocating under the weight of the children you were seeing in those horrific videos day after day, that you were pushing yourself too hard. If he had, he would have told you to slow down, to take a break, to find some space for yourself. But he hadn’t.  He hadn’t been present at all. Not when you’d taken the pregnancy test and not when the bleeding started in the middle of a strategy meeting.

Stepping out of court that day had been one of the most jubilant of his life, all the pieces of his life had been falling into place. Then Carmen, his senior clerk appeared at his side, her hand clasping his arm, her fingertips gripping him like a claw as she pulled him from his trajectory toward the press and into a quiet corridor. The look on her face had scared the shit out of him.

It was all over by the time he got to the hospital. When he stepped into your room, it was like the floor was crumbling underneath the soles of his shoes, darkness tinted his vision before everything exploded into stark focus, and he found himself hovering beside your hospital bed. Your face was turned away toward the window, one of your hands rested on that taut stomach, fingers splayed across it the way it had been when you had first told him you were pregnant. The distance had stretched between the two of you like an elastic band ready to snap and he knew it was due to his absence. This was just another thing you had had to handle alone.

You said nothing when he took your hand. Your fingers were limp and cold to the touch. The bright blue veins marked your skin like rivers tracing their journey through the snow. He’d said your name and it had come out like a rasp. You had given no indication that you had heard him. Instead, you continued to stare out of the window, a fractured women frozen in time.

Now under the dimmed lights of the Empire Theatre Peter took the time to look at his wife, to savour you in this moment. Your eyes were fixed on the show, your body leaning forward rapt with attention. Your fingertips tapped out a rhythm, mirroring the tune of the music as the actors poured their hearts out on stage. It was the music that you adored, the pitch, the notes, the emotion. You had tried to explain it to him over dinner a couple of years ago and he had become entranced by your passion, by the depth and expressiveness of your feelings. He had known that being here would bring you back to life.

Now he was about to ruin it.

Peter discreetly opened his suit jacket and removed your mobile phone from his pocket. It had stopped ringing by now and for a moment he considered simply pretending he hadn’t realised that it had rung. But that wasn’t him. Both you and him shared that sense of duty.

He nudged you gently with his elbow, you inclined your head towards him, your gaze still set on the stage before you. The moment he placed the phone into your hand, he saw the spell of the theatre break. Your body tensed, your shoulders straightening as you cupped your hand to cover the glare of the screen, your thumb scrolling over it.

You turned your head towards him fully, those eyes ensnaring him once more. His heart ached as you leaned in close, the scent of your citrus perfume flooding his senses. Somehow it was both sweet and bitter at the same time.

“I have to go.”

Your whisper was like a ghost, an echo of happier times. He wasn’t ready to let you go, not just yet. He didn’t have the words so instead he cupped your cheek, his thumb smoothing over the apple of your cheek.

“It’s ok.” He promised you.

Your lips brushed over his. Delicate and full of promise.

A fleeting act of intimacy before you disappeared once again.

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Of Monsters and Maidens

Of monsters and maidens by Jinxbymidnight

Beware of the snow haired monster, Lest it snatches you away, Moving so fast it's a blur, No gods will hear you if you pray, That's why it's best, To not err from the beaten path, Otherwise, you'll end up like the rest, Who fell prey to the monster's wrath, It's best to stay home, children, This is how you'll live another day, The beast has felled countless men, When it's sunset, go home – you mustn't delay, Lest you wish to join the piles of skeletons, That used to be our daughters and sons. * How Izuku went from visiting home while training to be a knight to being a monster's favourite treasure is a story that not many know. Katsuki only knows half since he was there for half, and it's his fault she's in this predicament in the first place... but everything else after Izuku was taken away is anyone's guess. Many theorise and speculate, but only Izuku knows what happened. Not that she'll be able to tell anyone though, the monster has made it clear that she won't escape, and she learned her lesson the hard way. Listen closely as I tell you the story of Izuku Midoriya, the monster's most beloved treasure

Words: 1234, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: OCs, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki's Family, Midoriya Izuku, Sensei | All For One, Uraraka Ochako

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Sensei | All For One

Additional Tags: the OCs aren't important and only serve to open up the story, so ignore them, Sensei | All For One is Not Midoriya Hisashi, but damn does he wish he were, Uraraka makes a cameo, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Female Midoriya Izuku, Parental Sensei | All For One, Protective Sensei | All For One, Possessive Sensei | All for One, Yandere, Platonic Yandere, I WILL FIGHT YOU IF YOU THINK IT'S OTHERWISE, I AM FUELLED WITH RAGE AND PEPSI DO NOT TEST ME, parental yandere, Kidnapping, Alternate Universe - Parent Sensei | All For One Keeps Midoriya Izuku Isolated | Vault Time, what time is it? vault time!, it's always vault o'clock in Jinx's fics, Izumi Bakugou is only an OC and only in one chapter so don't worry about her lol, the first chapter is just for setting so eh, i'm sorry the poem is bad but I tried lol, Author Is Sleep Deprived, AU, Alternate Universe - Medieval, but there's magic too, idk how it works, and also monsters, Sensei is a monster, no but he actually is, like an "oooo scary monster please don't eat me" kind of monster, but he eats everyone who trespasses onto his territory, bc he's an asshole, idk what to put here, there's swearing bc of Bakugou

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34458976

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132. Don’t cry, baby, they’re not worth your tears. + 15. Give me your hand. + 35. I’m going to kiss you now. with jj <3

Thank you for your request bub :)

This shit is so fluffy I threw up four times writing it. Read at your own risk.

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15. Give me your hand.

35. I’m going to kiss you now.

132. Don’t cry, baby. They’re not worth your tears.

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JJ didn’t know what to expect, but he knew it had to be pretty bad when he saw that he had six missed calls. When he had finally answered the seventh phone call from Kiara, she said that something was wrong and that you wouldn’t talk to any of them. She said that you needed him. That was all it took for JJ to drop everything and rush over. Kie and John B. had met him at the door when he arrived at the chateau and told him you were out on the dock. With worry weighing down his heart, he walked across the yard and saw your silhouette perched on the dock, facing the fading sunset. 

“Y/N?” JJ asked cautiously, and when you turned to him, he saw the tears streaming down your face, your bottom lip trembling. “Oh, baby,” he softened, sitting down next to you after setting down the lantern that he brought over. “Come here.” He leaned against the post, one leg dangling over the edge of the dock and he pulled you in between his legs. You sunk into him as he wrapped his arms around you, your face pressed into his chest and the tears soaking into his shirt. It killed him to see you this way. In his eyes, you deserved nothing but happiness. He needed to know why you were so upset so that he could fix it, but he stayed quiet to let you have a moment to cry.

You hated that you were crying. You felt pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. Your own insecurity got the best of you, and you were hurting more than you were willing to admit. After crying for a while into your best friend, you sat up and sniffled, doing your best to wipe the tears off of your face. “What’s wrong?” he finally asked. 

You inhaled a shaky breath, willing yourself to calm down. “It’s Kelce.” 

JJ’s features immediately hardened, his mind already coming up with a hundred different ways to kill the dickhead. “What did he fucking do?” 

“No, JJ, it’s not--” you sighed, looking down at your feet dangling over the water. “He didn’t do anything wrong. He just doesn’t want me.”

JJ’s eyebrows shot up, and he was heartbroken by the sadness lacing your tone. He couldn’t imagine how anyone wouldn’t want you. To him, you were everything he could ever want and more. 

“I’m just--” you laughed to cover up the sob threatening to claw it’s way up your throat. “What’s wrong with me? Why am I never enough?” It’s not like you were in love with Kelce, you had only been dating for three weeks, but you really hoped he would be the break in your lonely pattern. None of your relationships have ever lasted long, and no matter why they ended, they ended. You want to know why you can’t seem to keep a guy around long enough to really get to know you. You want to know why you’re not pretty enough, smart enough, or interesting enough for someone to want to be with you. This wasn’t something you normally let yourself dwell on, but today it just felt like too much. That’s why you were crying to your best friend, just wanting him to make everything better.

JJ was absolutely crushed by your words. They made him want to cry and fucking hit something at the same time. You should never, ever feel this way about yourself. “None of those guys have any idea what they’re missing out on,” JJ said. You turned to face away from him when you felt your throat constrict from the cries about to pour out. He scooted closer and quickly grabbed your chin so that you were looking at him, his other arm wrapping around your frame. “Don’t cry, baby. They’re not worth the tears.” You smiled sadly at him, pressing your face into his palm, then he used his thumb to wipe away the remainder of sadness. 

He wished he could tell you just how much he cared about you, how much happiness you deserve, and that he could be the one to give it to you, but his words were failing him. Instead of speaking, he brought his arm over your shoulder and you both gazed out at the water, the sun finally falling under the horizon, leaving you in the hues of dusk. 

“I know it’s stupid--” you started, and JJ cut you off.

“It’s not stupid.” 

Your lips turned up again, only slightly. “As stupid as it sounds, I just wanna have someone to kiss me under the stars. Someone to tell me I look pretty even when I don’t feel beautiful. Someone that will go dancing with me...” You looked over at JJ, and your cheeks burned. He was never good with the emotional stuff, and you were embarrassed that you just unloaded all of that sappy shit on him. He was good at being there for you though, making you feel completely understood, incredibly loved. 

“Dancing?” he smirked and nudged your side. “I didn’t know you liked to dance.” He was making you feel less embarrassed, and you smiled.

“Well, I don’t know. I just wanna slow dance with someone who cares about me, ya know? I want all that dumb, romantic bullshit.” You slumped your shoulders and JJ’s eyes landed on you. He was never good with words. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and searched up a song on his playlist, the playlist that contains all the music you’ve shown him, the playlist named after you. He stood up and held out his hand. You looked up at him confused. 

“Give me your hand.” You followed his order even though you were still confused. He placed your arms around his neck, giving you a cheeky smile as he pushed play on the song he chose. His arms then wrapped around your waist, sliding the cell phone into your back pocket in the process. 

You couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face. “Really, JJ?” You rolled your eyes.

“Really, babe.” You shook your head, a laugh on the tip of your tongue. “Now be quiet and let me enjoy slow dancing with a beautiful girl, alright?” You kept your lips shut tight, and JJ beamed at the sight of your shy smile.

You both swayed for a while, your locked gazes somewhat feeling intimate. You appreciated JJ more than he knew. When the chorus of the song hit, JJ gave you a toothy grin as he unwrapped your arms from his neck, grabbing your hand to twirl you around. You giggled as he held onto your hips from behind, moving the pair of you to a beat that was much too fast for the song that was playing. He spun you back around, grabbing your arms to flail them in different directions. He was being a dork.

You rolled your eyes, but were bubbling with laughter as he pulled you against him again by your hips. “There’s that gorgeous smile.” 

You wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him tightly, your head falling in the crook of his neck. He was always able to pull a smile out of you, and you loved him for it. “Thanks for always being there for me,” you said softly. “You always make me feel better.”

His hand rested on the back of your head, petting your hair soothingly. He was happy you were feeling better, but he still felt the sadness filling his chest. He needed to tell you how he felt. He needed you to know that you are loved, and that you’re loved by him. “Baby,” he spoke up, bringing his hands to hold onto your upper arms, and you lifted your head to meet his gaze. “Nothing is wrong with you. You will always be enough.” 

You felt your chest tighten. You wanted to believe him, but it was hard. You looked down, but JJ’s fingers were quick to lift your chin back up. “Y/N, you’re fucking incredible, and I’m not gonna sit here and allow you to feel any less than that.” 

“Thank you, J.” You peered into his stormy blue eyes, finding the waves of emotion in them even though it was dark, the only light coming from the dim lantern. Your lips parted, not sure how to describe what you were feeling. He was looking at you like he was in love, and you were stunned. 

“You deserve the whole damn world,” he continued, still searching for the words. “You deserve to be so fucking happy, and I promise you, you will be.” You were lost in his words, lost in those beautiful eyes of his. You only now realized that you two had stopped swaying, just standing there holding onto each other. “I can make you happy.” 

JJ felt a surge of adrenaline hit him as he peered down at your pretty face. He inhaled deeply. “I’m going to kiss you now.” He looked down at your lips while you did the same, both of you seeming to hold your breaths.

“Okay.” 

He pulled you forward by the back of your neck and smashed his lips to yours. You found yourself sighing into the kiss. It was warm, comforting, and it took the breath right out of your lungs. It started off slow as you two eased into it, almost like you were testing the waters, but it quickly became more needy, JJ pulling you into him completely and giving you all the passion that he had. You kissed him back just as fiercely, as if you had been waiting for this moment forever. He didn’t need the words, he could show you how much he loved you.

You pulled away with a smile, looking at him with all the love in your heart. “No, baby. I need a lil’ bit more,” he mumbled before crashing his lips back to yours. You giggled against his lips, but easily gave in, and you guys were kissing under the stars. 

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