#and i'm in constant denial when my loved ones get all sweet with me

[koumeowkami]

kinning so many tsundere characters made me realize i'm a bit of a tsundere as well...

[mrs-weasley-reid]

SHAKESPEAREAN ROSE

Spencer Reid x psychiatrist!reader

Synopsis: Spencer Reid silently admires the new psychiatrist on the floor. Word Count: 1600+ WARNING: nothing, just fluff! A/N: Remember when I said I wrote more than what I posted for Doctors Across The Hall? This is it🤭 (I forgot to post it on aug 1, oops) I've decided to make Spencer Reid x psychiatrist!reader a series! It'll just be a bunch of fluff/angst/rare spicy stuff with psychiatrist!reader that happens in the same timeline but it's not in order. So, not exactly a story just tangents ??? Also I'm open to requests/prompts to keep this going hehe <3 Tell me what you think!

  “Guys, you’re so sweet! This is adorable!”

  Spencer’s ears perk up at the commotion. Curiosity thrums in his veins as he watches Derek hand you a rose. A small stuffed toy is clutched in your other hand. A wide smile adorns your face. A gorgeous sight on a late Wednesday morning. 

  Derek laughs, “Can’t take the credit.” He takes Penelope into his right arm. “Baby girl, right here strongly encouraged me.”

  Penelope gives you a bone-crushing hug, “Happy National Girlfriends Day, my favorite psychiatrist! Get ready for our sleepover! I have so many plans!” She squeals in excitement, inviting JJ in, who’d just discovered the similar objects on her desk.

  Your heart swells. Only two months into the bureau, and you’ve already found yourself a great group of friends. As the newly mandated psychiatrist in the building, it was nerve-wracking to enter the floor that seemed to reak of evil and know-it-alls. And although the BAU team is filled with know-it-alls, despite their constant denial, you managed to squeeze into their group as easily as befriending Penelope Garcia. Considering your office happens to be next to her lair.

  “Isn’t that day for couples only? For a girlfriend? Not a girl that's a friend?” You chuckle, taking in the aroma from the single rose.

  “Nah-uh,” Penelope wiggles her index finger. “All those boys are just piggybacking on girl power—” She turns to Derek, who’s about to object, “—You’re not included. You have been graciously influenced by moi. I’m just saying that I have my girlfriends, so I will celebrate the day the way I see fit, and that is with my gorgeous, gorgeous babes!” 

  As JJ begins to add her piece to the excitement parade, Spencer turns to Emily, who comes back from the kitchen, her stuffed toy in hand.

  “National Girlfriends Day?” He asks lowly.

  “What?” Emily furrows her brows for a moment before it flattens on her forehead. “Oh, that. Just a day some people celebrate to appreciate their girlfriends. Garcia’s excited about it—”

  Her voice quiets into the background in an instant. Spencer sits in his mind as he processes the information. National Girlfriends Day. The words echo in his head. A day to appreciate girlfriends…

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  Lunch is usually your highlight of the day. Not because of the time you eat but because of the time you spend listening to all the sizzling drama Penelope has to offer. It’s an interesting experience to have when you’re also the same person who listens to her cries every time the BAU team flies to yet another case in a different state.

  Today, though. It’s quite different.

  As soon as you enter the bullpen to check in with another agent’s inquiry regarding your services on the floor, a delivery man approaches you and hands you a huge bouquet of roses. Your newly found friends immediately hover around like shameless busybodies. Though, you never mind at all.

  “Oooh, yet another gift from your secret lover…” Emily teases, perching on Derek’s desk as she sips coffee.

  Derek joins in, eyebrows raised. “What is that—” He picks up a small note from one of the roses, rolling it open, “—Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind…” He waves the note with a mischievous grin. “We don’t know this guy, but he sure is cheesy.”

  Emily flashes a sheepish smile, “There’s one on each rose! How many roses are there?” She starts counting by eye.

  “It’s like Shakespearean roses.” Penelope quips after reading another note from a different rose, passing you the small poem that immediately makes your lips curl.

  “Shakespearean roses..? That's a thing?” You curiously inquire, looking over the vast red petals close to your chest. 

Penelope shrugs, “Not really, but it could be!” She beams at you.

  JJ smiles, joining in after a small detour to her office. “Oh, wow!” Her eyes widen, and her brows lift. “Another one of the noble Sir Rumple?” She coaxes.

  “Who is this Sir Rumple, anyway? I’m very curious.” Emily snorts, wiggling her brows at you. She doesn’t push past your clear boundaries but never fails to strike all her attempts to get a name out of you. She’s a profiler, after all.

  “Most importantly, when is she going to introduce us to her secret lover?” Derek teases, nudging you playfully.

  Just as you look up, Spencer Reid stands behind everyone, clutching the strap of his bag like usual. 

  His hair is short and untamed. Big hazel brown eyes spark under the fluorescent light. A thin, shy smile. And a familiar red cardigan. 

  You reckon it was the priciest clothing you’ve ever bought as a small thank you present. But Spencer doesn’t need to know, really.

  Time moves slowly at the brewing desire to have Spencer close. His shy smile and adorable averting eyes bring you the thought of domesticity. You imagine him coming home just like that. Messy hair. Giddy, tight-lipped smile. Exhausted features and yet the most handsome man in your books. A spatula in your hand, music in the kitchen, and the hem of his collared shirt swaying over your thighs. It's poetically a dream. Something you wish to have, to do for as long as you're breathing.

  “Maybe next time?” You say with blushing cheeks. The utter embarrassment of talking about a secret lover in front of your crush had your mind blown into overdrive.

  The group exchanges looks. But they don’t push further, indulging in the rare moment of your silent, sunny smile and hoping that you’re happy with whoever's been showering you with affection.

  “Okay, maybe not fully Shakespearean roses,” Penelope interjects, reading a corny joke that had the entire group cringe and you laughing.

  The joy in your laughter is like Clair de Lune playing through sunset. Spencer imagines warm tea in his hand, a book on his lap, and your little giggles across as you flip a page of yet another cheesy romance novel. Sunlight along your most beautiful features, which he insists is all of you. The cozy oversized shirt he owns covers the softness of your skin. A simple thought and yet has his heart racing in sheer bliss.

  Spencer smiles into his action report. “Shakespearean roses…” He whispers in a chuckle, shaking his head at the idea.

— ✿ — ✿ ✿ — ✿ ✿ ✿

  The day comes to a close with excitement and heartwarming joy. 

  “See you later at 9! Don't be late.” Penelope waves at you as the doors slide closed.

  You chuckle at her antics but quickly find yourself in a small predicament, struggling to carry all the tokens of love you’d received from everyone.

  “Here, let me help.” 

  Your eyes meet his. And you think you're having a heart attack. But you make sure to smile kindly with a not-so-eager nod.

  “Thanks, Reid.”

  He flashes his signature smile, taking the tall bouquet from your hands. 

  You fight yourself from biting the lower of your lips at the sight of his hand clutching the stem without difficulty. So, you breathe gently and indulge in his warmth next to you.

  “Looks like you had a nice day,” Spencer starts tentatively, swaying on the balls of his feet as he hoists your favorite thing of the day.

  You turn to him with a hum and a gentle bounce of your shoulders. “I did. I feel loved.” You confess.

  Spencer hides his blushing ears. Is it so wrong to wish you always smiled at him like that? Does a lifetime sound too much to ask? 

  “That's great,” He nods casually, letting the other patrons jump in and out of the lift.

  The doors open on the last floor. Both of you walk side by side as you trickle out of the lift into the parking lot. It's not a rule. But somehow, you and he always parked in the lowest lot despite the vast parking spaces above.

  He continues the conversation on smaller tangents that make you giggle. How did your sessions today go? How was the new lunch place you went to? 

  And you throw back the same curiosity with an enthusiasm he admires. Did you finish all your reports? Did you enjoy your lunch stroll? 

  Spencer hands you the bouquet back as soon as you settle your things in the passenger seat of your car. “See you tomorrow?”

  You beam at him, and his eyes soften, “See you tomorrow, Sir Rumple.” You giggle, stealing a quick peck on his cheek.

  Before you can turn around, Spencer stills your hips and steals a similar kiss, albeit on the softness of your lips.

  The two of you giggle at the silence. Butterflies flutter with tickling speed in both of your stomachs. Maybe keeping your relationship private isn’t as bad as you’d imagine. 

  He opens the door for you and waits until you're comfortable in your seat. “I think I prefer Shakespearean Rose now.” You announce as he leans on your window.

  He playfully pouts, “But I love Sir Rumple better…” He twists his brows. The telltale sign of his gears turning. “Maybe I can be both?” He comprises.

  “You can be whatever pseudonym you want,” You smile at him. “You’re the only Spencer Reid I want.” 

  Spencer’s cheeks tint a shade of soft red. He leans and kisses your forehead.

  “Shakespearean Rose it is.”

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[strawberry-cowmilk]

i NEED mc being upset that Mammon constantly wants to hide that he likes them! Like y r u ashamed of me? U want me to love u and only spend time with u and not pay attention to any one, but every instance u could have to prove that u love me u fold? Mc who DOES love him back but isn't willing to be treated like an embarrassment/burden??? I neeed this 🥺

hi anon! I really like this idea! I hope I do this right, enjoy!

be honest

-> mammon x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: fighting

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Every day Mammon brags about being your 'first man' to his brothers. Every day he gets jealous any of them sit next to you at dinner. One time, Levi accused him of being 'absolutely smitten' with you and like usual, Mammon started avoiding any eye contact, his body language turning more reserved while denying Levi's statement. At first it was sweet right? Having such an energetic, confident demon turn all shy the second it's clear he loves you. It honestly made you like him back more too. But, it's been years. Years of Mammon clearly having a crush on you to the point the average person passing by on the street could tell but denying it in the least subtle way possible. You know, maybe he doesn't want to commit to you. Is it because you're a human? Is Mammon afraid of what others may think of him when he starts dating a human?

You finally had enough during game night with Mammon, Levi and Beel. In the game you were playing, you needed to be in teams of two. Beel and Levi were one team, leaving you with Mammon. Levi was joking about how Mammon kept using every healing item he got on you, while Beel nodded silently in agreement Of course, the second brother made up a silly excuse like 'Mc has lower health' or 'it was an accident.' The more he kept fighting Levi on this, the more annoyed you got to the point of going to your room early this game night.

Of course Mammon went right after you, calling your name until you finally turned around. The confusion, anger and sadness in your expression was clear to him. Before he could ask what was going on, you kind of blurted out how awful you have grown to feel about his 'I don't love Mc' act. You told him to just drop the act if you're so enbarrassing to date and reject you properly. It would hurt, but not as bad as the constant denial. Like just be honest, Mammon!

Mammon however did not see this coming. He feels awful for making you feel this way, especially since he really didn't mean to. You must really hate him now, no way you'd agree to be his lover, right? He apologised to you. 'I, well, it's my own issue' he explained. It's not you he's ashamed of, it's his own way of acting. But now is not the time for shame, you want him to be honest.

Mammon confessed to you. It was not how he imagined it to be, over a candlelit dinner with roses, but in front of your bedroom door after a fight. 'I'm sorry I hurt you, Mc.. I'd still like a relationship, you know, if that's alright.' Clearly embarrassed and afraid, Mammon looked down at his shoes until you gently touched his arm. Despite everything, despite still being mad at him, you still love him back.

[magnificentfdom]

My intro.

Age: 30

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Cis Female

I'm a spoiled goth girl with an affinity for cute things and the arts, but am a stubborn Domme and love taking things to the extreme. I'm a collector of all things cute, and have a very big sweet tooth <3 I have 8+ years of experience in the femdom field, including IRL/Online & Lifestyle/Pro Domming.

𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖘

vore ⋆ vomit ⋆ gore ⋆ ⋆ religion ⋆ beastiality

k𝖎𝖓k𝖘 (open to discussion of whats not listed)

Chastity ⋆ Degradation ⋆ Humiliation ⋆ SPH/TPE/CBT/CEI ⋆ Petplay ⋆ Foot/Boob Worship and full body Worship in general ⋆ Maid/Butler training ⋆ Anal/Pegging ⋆ Ignore ⋆ Tasks ⋆ Edging/Ruining/Gooning ⋆ Feminization/Sissification ⋆ Praise ⋆ Begging ⋆ Forced O/Orgasm denial/ruined/control ⋆ Exposure/Public ⋆ Mommy

𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎'𝖒 𝖑𝖔𝖔k𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗

There is no one thing that I desire in a d/s dynamic; every experience and person is different and I treat it as such. I can be cruel and strict, soft and forgiving, or a delicious blend of both; the way I choose to behave in our conversations is not up to you. That being said, upon messaging there will be an in depth conversation about our shared kinks, and what you're looking for from a d/s dynamic. The only thing I require is constant attention, devoted time, and unfettered worship. I am **not** looking for a relationship and will cease the pursuit of a dynamic if it becomes expected. I'm looking for multiple, longterm d/s dynamics with subs who are looking for a deliciously fulfilling experience!

𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘

⋆ MUST OWN A CHASTITY CAGE

⋆ willing to send frequent videos and pictures

⋆ willing to video call/voice call

⋆ willing to post said videos and pictures within the server

⋆ single/unowned

⋆ okay with me having multiple subs

𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖒

⋆ Dm an intro with the following

> name/favorite terms:

> age + pronouns:

> ALL kinks + limits:

> one or more selfies, what you're looking for from a dynamic with me, and why you're interested in being my sub.

⋆ DON'T dm me just to get your rocks off, or only when youre horny. I will know. You will be blocked.

⋆ do not spam me to answer. i will get to you if you meet my requirements.

⋆ have a basic understanding of BDSM. I'm not a tutor, or willing to waste my time

By messaging me you acknowledge and agree to the following:

DO NOT come to my DMS looking for a romantic relationship of any kind, it is unwanted and unnecessary to be emotionally involved in a dynamic with me.

I will also be ignoring you upon messaging if I have any reason to think you're messaging for a quick jerk off. I do not giveaway any personal information, including social media, phone number, legal name, or etc.

[the-fluff-piece]

OMGG CONGRATS ON YOUR 200 FOLLOWERS, I LOVE YOU TOO 🥺😭💖

so... I have a really low self-esteem and my mind always makes me think I'm unworthy or don't deserve a lot of things I have in life

that being said, could I request prompt 1- sweet/ cozy with Ace? Pretty please? (the thought of him putting his hat on our heads makes me feel so warm inside 🥺 can you maybe include this, please?)

again, congratulations on your milestone, I love you & your writing and i'll be here to accompany you on this journey 🥰💖

Hello my dearest, you're the best 🥺 I am so happy that you're still here, you're so precious (I'm not crying, you're crying 😭)

So I hope you like this story, I tried to make it positive and uplifting

This is part of my follower milestone event

Here's

Love sick

You've been with the whitebeard pirates for quite some time now and your secret crush for Ace is growing constantly- until something needs to be done!

This is pure sfw heartwarming superfluff about Ace being super supportive and taking care of a super anxious and shy gender neutral reader

At this point, it was an open secret everyone knew about, except Ace. Every time you saw him you froze, everytime you tried to talk to him your voice gave out, everyone with half a brain cell could see that you loved him, except Ace. There is still a debate what that makes him intellectually.

You've come to a point when your crush turned from delicious butterflies in your stomach to a painful hum of constant anxiety in your head. The idea that he would never see you, never return your feelings and probably end up with a much better girl was so excruciating to you, it was making it hard to sleep or eat. Or concentrate. It became so bad that one day, you found yourself being pushed into Marco's office because you fell asleep at your post. You where sitting there miserably while he did some superficial examinations and asking question about your symptoms.

"Have you lost your appetite?" He asked.

"Not really" you lied. He didn't need to know that.

"I'm gonna add denial to your symptoms because just from looking at you I can tell you lost weight."

"Uhm...ok" you conceded. Maybe, you still felt too fat though.

"You know Ace is a nice guy" Marco stated matter of factly.

You got dizzy from the sudden rise in blood pressure this name caused.

"I know that!" You squeaked.

"Than why are you acting like telling him how you feel is dangerous? Even if he didn't return your feelings, he'd be super chill about it." Marco said with his usual calm expression, while you were almost fainting from embarrassment. "Yeah, everyone knows, don't panic." Sitting down at his desk he added "that's my counsel to improve your health: talk to Ace. Tell him how you feel. Get drunk if it helps you." He turned around, telling you that this appointment was over.

With a head as red as a a tomato and swaying a bit from all the heart racing you got out of Marco's office and had to sit down for a second.

"Hey Y/n!" A familiar voice greeted you. Sick to your stomach, you turned around, saying "goodbye" to Ace before you realized you took the wrong greeting again. You told him good night in the morning and once you even wished him happy birthday at lunch.

As usual, Ace laughed loudly, throwing his head back. Just seeing his freckles in the sunlight was heartbreaking.

"Your so funny" he chuckled and paused, looking from you to Marco's office.

"Are you sick? You look a bit feverish!" He noted, coming nearer and looking you straight in the face, studying you. You were torn between looking away because you were looking like a complete mess and staring at his handsome face. Your eyes decided to look both ways at the same time, giving you a headache. You closed your eyes and prayed that Ace would just leave so you wouldn't embarrass yourself even more.

He didn't leave. Instead, you felt a warm hand on your forehead and his voice near your face "your temperature is a bit high. Did you see Marco?" Ace asked with concern.

"See him just I did" you mumbled(grammatically wrong) and risked a peek at Ace, who looked really worried.

To your horror, he sat down next to you.

"Man, being sick sucks! Just let me know if I can do anything for you." He said, looking at you as you tried to vanish. He shouldn't see how absolutely messy and horrible you looked.

"Nothing" you managed to say.

"Y/n, you always play so tough but it's okay to ask for help. We are a crew after all!" His excitement whenever he talked about the whitebeard pirates was so cute, you had to smile, wishing you could talk to him the same way.

"You know what? Here's something to remind you that you're never alone here!" He said with the broadest, most adorable smile that almost made you melt - and put his hat on your head. It was a bit too wide and slid over your eyes and you quickly adjusted it. It smelled like leather and campfire - Ace's scent.

"Damn!" Ace whistled. "Looks better on you than on me. I guess it's your hat now."

He was so nice, even if it was lie to make you feel better.

"That's not true" you said and had to laugh a bit.

"You know it's a shame we never get to talk to each other like this, you're always so busy! How about you just lie down and rest and I bring you dinner and keep you company later."

"Wha- wha-?" You stutter.

"You heard me, I'll bring you some soup later!" He said as he left, waving.

"You promise me you'll rest!" He added.

Your knees were butter and you just stayed put, trying to catch your breath.

"Wow, just like that you have a date?" Marco commented, having witnessed the whole strange exchange.

"No!" You snapped.

"I thought you wanted this...?" He asked.

"Yes! I mean no, I mean this isn't a date!" With once again solid knees you got up and turned to get back to your post.

"Where do you think you're going?" Marco asked, a brow raised.

"Back to work." You answered.

"I don't think so. Your commanding officer just ordered you to rest in your bed and wait for him." He said with a "checkmate" expression on his face.

You would never disobey a direct order, so you went back to your room, clutching Ace's hat to your chest and prayed he would just forget his promise.

He didn't.

After waiting anxiously for a few hours, you heard him come. You were already so attuned to his steps and looks that you could always detect his presence.

He didn't bother knocking, he just shouted: "Soup coming!" And already opened the door with his foot.

"Hot and healthy! And tasty of course!" He announced with a wide grin, holding a tablet with soup, some bread and a spoon in one hand like an expert waiter. He looked at you - and frowned. You were sure he just noticed what a wreck you were. Instead he said: "you're not wearing comfy pajamas! Don't you know anything about being sick?" He sounded like it was common knowledge.

"I am not feeling that bad..." you explained.

"Marco told me you were feeling really bad! So it must be true." He stated. You felt the panic rise in your throat - what else did Marco tell him?

Your anxiety levels rose once again when he sat down next to you on your bed and put the tablet on your nightstand, you've never been that near to him. Unconsciously, you clutched his hat to your chest like a shield.

"Hats go on your head, silly!" He said playfully and put it back on your head.

"And now open up" he ordered as he lifted a full spoon in front of your face while holding his other hand underneath it to catch any drops.

"I can eat by myself!" You told him a bit more sharply than intended and immediately regretted it. Ace laughed.

"They told me that you have spunk! But orders are orders" he said with a sinister expression. Marco taught him that, too, you bet. But he was right, orders were orders and you opened your mouth. Ace was surprisingly careful.

"You know, you can take a break from time time" he began in a casual tone while feeding you. You barely tasted the soup, being cared for by Ace was taking up all your available attention. He continued talking calmly:

"I see how hard you work each day, that you're always thinking ahead, keeping an eye on things. All I want to say is: being a pirate also means to have fun once in a while. You're pushing yourself so hard, and I bet you're struggling, too. You need to enjoy yourself once in a while. Or let others help you." His concern was so sweet and genuine, it almost made you cry.

"You know you deserve it." He ended and looked at you. "And I'm glad you let me help you. I know sometimes, that's hard. In that regard, you remind me of someone. He also puts others first when they need help, an he does absolutely everything to help everyone, even people that hurt him. And like him, you're very strong" he said and seemed to remember someone dear to him.

"You feeling better now?" He asked, suddenly back in the moment.

You nod.

"Great! Marco said when you've had some soup I should give you this" he said cheerfully and produced a small flask from his satchel.

"It's medicine." He held out the small, unmarked bottle. You opened it and immediately smelled your favourite booze. That dog! You hesitated and looked at the flask.

"He said it's crucial."

"I bet" your voice was so dry you were surprised you didn't spew dust. There was an evil plot against you led by Marco. If you were in a position to do so you would pay it back to him.

"Less scowling more drinking" Ace said, ripping you from your thoughts of dark conspiracies against your love life (or absence thereof). It was just a small flask, you drank it in a few sips, already feeling it going to your head. Maybe you were indeed sick.

Ace sat at your side and was smiling widely, watching you like he expected a present. Remembering Marco's words, this was probably a message that it was time to confess. You were a little afraid that he would take matters into his own hands if you didn't tell Ace here and now.

Everything inside of you was fighting against it. He wouldn't like you back. This would hurt. Everyone would laugh at you for weeks. You tried thinking about it like a band aid, it needed to be ripped off swiftly to avoid long stretched pain. It was also the most dignified way to make it public.

"Thank you for taking care of me, but I am not sick. I just..." your voice is being a coward again, but you press on while Ace is waiting patiently. "I was just really stressed and nervous today because I.." your throat was dry and it felt like your heart was besting sk hard that it was shaking your whole body.

"I love you" you whisper. And add "I'm sorry".

Ace didn't flinch or look surprised.

"I know" he whispered back. "Don't ever be sorry for your feelings. And don't be afraid. You know it pays to be brave sometimes." His low voice was hard to understand over the beating of your heart. You felt his hot breath on your hear as he moved closer and planted a soft kiss on your hair. His hand moved to stroke the side of your face with his fingers.

"I love you, too. And I am proud that you told me first." He said softly while his fingers moved underneath your chin to lift your head up.

"I'm just afraid I'm not a great kisser." He said, chuckling.

"Me neither" you answer.

Still, just feeling his lips on yours for the first time was the greatest thing ever.

________

[mattiotz]

(Fem!reader x Spencer Reid)

~Cause all of the small things that you do, are what remind me why I fell for you.~

You never truly knew what hit you when you fell hard for a fellow agent named Spencer Reid. Maybe it was the way that he would always brighten a room whenever he walked into it or how he treated you better than any other man every had but you know one thing; you were pretty sure you were absolutely in love with him.

And that's exactly why you couldn't ever tell him so. You were terrified of rejection. You didn't exactly have the best history when it came to dating, not that it was particularly long to begin with. But you couldn't get him out of your mind so you just decided that dating any other guy wasn't your thing because you had your eyes only set on him.

Whether or not he felt the same was the most psychologically draining thing you'd ever put your self through. The constant what ifs were honestly almost too much to handle. You had worked with him for just under six months now and he was the only distraction that kept effecting your work habits and your coworkers were definitely starting to notice. Although they actually picked up on your stomach twisting crush on him well before you knew and the initial denial hit. But unlike you, Spencer was clueless and went on his days as per usual. Which if you were being completely honest was slowly killing you inside.

So you decided you could do one of two things; you could either slowly distance yourself in hopes that your feelings would magically go away, or you could somehow muster up the courage to confess to him and face the inevitable rejection that was to shortly come afterwards. But one of these two outcomes had to happen because he was like a bacteria infection taking over your brain. Whenever you would want to go to sleep you would only be able to fall asleep to yourself making up scenerios about you and him together, which in your mind would never happen because he couldn't possibly feel the same way about you.

~And when we're apart, and I'm missing you, I close my eyes and all I see is you.~

The main issue in regarding to talking to him was that you had quite literally rarely ever talked to him outside of necessarily talking to him when it came to case styles or sitting around the round table and discussing the current case. But whenever he did speak to you you could only describe it as pure ecstasy anytime he would ever speak to you or in your general direction and you would have to physically resist all urges from turning as red as a tomato. But you had to force yourself to talk to him because mentally you couldn't handle it anymore. At this point where you were he was taking over every part,every hour, every minute, every second of your day. And although you didn't mind it hurt you inside knowing that he possibly couldn't think about you the same way as you were.

As you were getting off of the bau's private jet you decided that it was now or never. It was time to tell him because after you got home you had all of the weekend to go through the five stages of grief. That would give you the time to handle the rejection he's so inevitably would give you because you could never believe that you ever going to be loved or love someone else the way that you loved him. So you grabbed your things and put them on your desk and just as you looked up he was starting to leave the office and so it took everything in you to finally say:

"Hey Dr.Reid?"

He quickly turned around surprised that you were calling after him

"[Y/N] I will kindly remind you once again that just like the rest of the team you are welcome to call me by my first name."

You slightly chuckled at his response. Savouring the final moments of sweet bliss.

"Okay.. Spencer. Can I quickly talk with you about something? I promise it won't take long."

A slight flash of worry flashed on his face which quickly faded.

"Yeah for sure, what would you like to talk about?"

"He is so nice, this is going to hurt" You thought to yourself. Then you just flat out said it.

"I need to talk to you about... us."

A look of confusion appeared on his face as his took a couple of steps towards you.

"Umm..what about us would you like to talk about? Did I do something?"

Well there was definitely no option to change the subject now so with a deep breath you took the risk.

"No, you did nothing wrong! I just wanted to let you know that I.. I have very strong feelings for you and I needed to tell you because I couldn't go on any longer without you knowing. I think about you 24/7 which is exhausting not knowing if you feel the same way. Which you probably don't, so we can just pretend that this never happened. You have a good weekend."

After saying those words aloud you sped walked past Spencer and the door as fast as your feet could take you without it looking as if you were running from him. You didn't even wait to see the expression on his face before you started walking away. You just couldn't handle the negative reaction you were honestly expecting. You were just about to push the button on the elevator when you felt a hand on your wrist lightly tug you from behind. You slowly turned around and was faced with those brown eyes you could get lost in. He was looking at you in a way you've never seen before.

"Did you mean all of that?"

"I mean yeah, why would I lie about something like that.."

"Why'd you walk away?"

"I wanted to have time to grief when you inevitably reject me, guess I just wanted a head start."

"I'm confused.."

"Why?"

"I..I never knew you felt that way about..me."

"Really? The team said that I was being pretty obvious."

"Well I am not one for picking up on romantic social cues."

You let out a light laugh. You thought to yourself why he was dragging out rejecting you.

"Well now you know, and I'm think I'm ready now."

"Ready for what?"

"You rejecting me and admitting that you in fact do not feel the same way..."

"[Y/N] I care deeply for you. And if I knew that you liked me I would of told you that I had felt the same way sooner. Although I didn't picture it like this."

What?

No way.

God I hope he's not lying.

"Wait what? You liked me? How could you ever like me?"

"I mean [Y/N] how could I not? I mean your the most interesting person on the planet. I never stop thinking about you. You always look amazing, your outfits are.. admittedly kinda distracting at times, and your smile always makes my day."

He is lightly blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. You are standing there mouth agape trying to process not getting rejected like you had so carefully planned.

"What would ever possibly make you think that I ever would reject you?"

"Well I dunno guys don't really ever like me like that, I'm sorta the funny side character kinda person. I'm just not appealing romantically."

Spencer lightly gasps at the last sentence.

"I've been head over heals for you since you first walked through these doors

[Y/N], I thought if anything I was being obvious about how I felt."

You just stand there stunned, the man you've loved for six months feel the same way. And you were not prepared for it.

"So..you feel the same way?"

"Of course I do."

"So...where exactly do we go from here?"

"Well I would love to take you out on a date, if that's okay with you."

You nodded in response.

"Nice I just have two more questions and then I should really get going, my bed is calling me."

"Okay what are your questions Spencer?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

You didn't even hesitate.

"Yes, I would love nothing more! And your other question?"

He's looking down at the floor, then back up at your lips, then back up into your eyes.

"Can I.. Can I kiss you?"

Without saying anything you went up to him and gently places your lips on his, feeling sweet relief. He froze slightly at first but quickly softly kisses you back.

This was it, the start of your new relationship with hopefully the love of your life. And you couldn't wait to see where it would take you.

~I fell in love with those eyes.~

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Word count: 1,550

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- M

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I Can't Control the Overflow, Emotions Rolling Like a Stone - Genya Safin Imagine [Shadow & Bone]

Title: I Can't Control the Overflow, Emotions Rolling Like a Stone

Pairing: Genya Safin X Reader

Word Count: 1,545 words

Warning(s): mention of injury, mention of Genya's past (very, very vague SA mention)

Summary: [Inspired by "Crushing Me" from Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies] In which Genya has to deal with feelings that are going to interfere with her work.

Author's Note: First of all, I don't want an ounce of judgement for this, got it? Second of all, Genya deserves a bit of softness because we just can't give the poor girl a break.

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"You can't just fix all of my training injuries."

Genya didn't bother to look away from the burn wound on (Y/n)'s arm when they spoke to her. A rough day training with an Inferni. She just hummed quietly, still dragging her thumb over the skin.

"I'm never going to learn if you do," (Y/n) added.

Genya scoffed.

If that truly mattered, then she would have stopped her habit years ago when they first became friends.

She and (Y/n) had known each other for almost as long as they had been at the Little Palace. Their obligations were far different. They truly had many factors working against the two of them being as close as they were. Their friendship managed to make it through all of that.

And they were both grateful that it did.

There was a small grin of pride when the skin on (Y/n)'s arm ended up completely healed.

"Artwork, truly," (Y/n) complimented. "What would I do without you?"

Genya chuckled. "Still get yourself hurt?"

"Well, that was just mean," they muttered.

Genya rolled her eyes before moving forward in her seat. She touched (Y/n)'s chin, holding their face still as she moved her other hand and ghosted over a wound on their lip.

They both seemed unbothered for a moment. However, as one of Genya's hands fell away, they both suddenly realized just how close they truly were. Genya's eyes went slightly wide while (Y/n)'s mouth remained just slightly opened in some poor attempt to hide a shocked expression.

Oh, saints, life would be so much easier for both of them if these moments never happened.

It was no one's fault but their own. They both had let their feelings follow them through the years. They never entertained them, never confessed them, but the feelings were always there. They hung over the pair's heads like a cloud. Constantly there. Both of them had some understanding of it, but they willfully ignored any and all possibility that such feelings could be shared. Each one in denial of ever being enough for the other. And even if they were, it would never be allowed.

Genya leaned back suddenly, clearing her throat. "Please, be more careful."

There was a small pause between them before (Y/n) mumbled a response, "You too."

Genya's safety.

Another topic constantly on each of their minds that they each seemed to refuse to ever acknowledge.

Those small moments taunted Genya.

She thought of them constantly as she moved from one task to another. Everything became automatic motions. She would be stuck with (Y/n)'s face, voice, thoughts on a constant loop. Even when she was speaking to someone.

It was becoming an interference that Genya feared would come back on her in some way.

Sleep offered little peace. She would either dream of the possibilities if she just moved an inch closer to (Y/n) or she would be plagued with sleeplessness, contemplating finding them and trying to find some peace in being held.

It was both heaven and hell.

Being infatuated with someone offered a cursed sweetness. This innocence of longing and love with this haunting fear of being pushed away if that longing should be known. Or worse, never being able to have that longing be known at all.

Genya always noted how (Y/n) never seemed as affected as Genya did.

They would still smile as bright as ever. They would laugh and ramble and pretend as if the two of them weren't being held apart by whatever cruel hand that the saints had played in the hopes of taunting them.

She saw (Y/n)'s shell crumble once.

They had snuck away somewhere in the dark, both needing a break from the world around them.

(Y/n) had told the story of being dragged from home kicking and screaming. Begging to go home to their parents. Their mother had been sick when they had been taken away. (Y/n) never heard from their parents again, but was convinced that their mother was long gone by that point.

Genya sat and listened with a crumbling heart. She watched a tear roll down their face and instinctually reached out to wipe it away.

Genya was convinced that she fell in love (Y/n) then and there. When this trust between them was so clearly established that nothing felt like it was off limits.

It would be a few weeks later that Genya confessed to what all of her tasks included. She had to beg (Y/n) not to tell anyone or do anything. Their temper was much worse then, still filled with an anger for Kirigan that never truly dissipated. Such anger merely moved to the background.

(Y/n) only agreed because they valued Genya more than anything else they had.

(Y/n) was never clearly as angry as they were that night.

Veiled threats were made at times. Quiet promises of the king's downfall as soon as given the chance.

Genya would force a scoff, mutter about being guilty of treason.

(Y/n) would play ignorant, "I am not saying that any such technique should be used on any member of the royal family. Merely that such a technique would be very efficient if it was needed."

That would usually bring a genuine chuckle from Genya.

Those discussions were reserved for those late nights together. When there was no interruption. No interference.

During the day, (Y/n) remained focused on being happier, softer. A constant source of kindness.

That kindness was what wore down Genya's armor the most. The soft smiles and kind words. The moments of softness that seemed to greatly contrast the world around them both.

And at the end of the day, that kindness would be the reason that Genya broke.

It would be the last ounce of weight before Genya's walls seemed to break. The dam broke.

Genya was in the halls of the Little Palace, watching the sun outside the window as it moved. The hall was empty. It was a rarity. One that she had learned to cherish very early on.

"Genya!"

The whispered call of her name snapped her out of whatever daydream she had been caught in.

(Y/n) walked quickly around the corner, an excited smile clearly painted on their face. Genya couldn't help but smile back at them.

"I have a gift," they explained. That was when Genya noticed their arm behind their back.

"What is it," she asked.

(Y/n) moved their arm, holding out a small pastry sitting on a napkin.

"How did you get that?"

"Rare moment of kindness during dinner," they said. "I thought you would like it more than I would."

Genya took the napkin from them. (Y/n)'s smile was still unmoving as Genya took a bite.

"How it is?"

She covered her mouth to maintain some manners as she responded, "Delicious. You are wasting your treat on me."

"I am afraid that you are wrong about that," (Y/n) chuckled.

"Here," she moved to rip the treat in half.

"You can't give back a gift," (Y/n) refused.

"You can't decide what I do with a gift," she countered. "Now, take it."

(Y/n) dramatically rolled their eyes like it was such an inconvenience to take half of the pastry. They took a bite, letting out a quiet hum.

"That's amazing," they muttered, crumbs already gathering just below their bottom lip.

"And you are a mess," Genya laughed quietly, reaching over to wipe away the crumbs.

"What would I do without you," (Y/n) asked.

"Oh, yes, I'm sure that you would be completely lost without your tailor," Genya said sarcastically.

"I would," (Y/n) replied genuinely. There was a pause as the sentiment sunk in for both of them. (Y/n) tried to push past the moment. "And you would be lost without your Inferni. You would get so bored if you didn't have my wounds to fix up."

Genya chuckled. "I would get tired if all I got to work on was the queen's... bits."

"I did not want to think about that."

"I sincerely apologize..." Genya's sarcastic tone trailed off when she realized just how close the pair of them were.

(Y/n) noticed it too. Their entire face seemed to soften as they did.

Genya's face started to turn red as she nervously pulled her hand away. (Y/n) was ready to mutter out some other sarcastic response in the hopes of covering up the entire event.

Before any word ever slipped from their mouth, Genya leaned forward and pressed her lips to theirs. It was a mere moment before she leaned back again. A second, at most.

(Y/n)'s smile grew wider as they realized what happened.

"I... I should get going," Genya mumbled, face becoming even warmer than they were before.

"Are you sure," (Y/n) asked.

"Yes, I... I'm certain that I'm needed somewhere," she replied. "Thank you for this, by the way."

"You're welcome," (Y/n) nodded. Genya started to walk away. When she was a few steps away, (Y/n) spoke up again. "Genya!"

She turned to (Y/n), eyebrows raised.

"That was... nice," they grinned. "The kiss... it was nice."

She paused for a moment. "I agree."

The pair smiled at each other before each going in their respective directions.

And for the first time in a long time, Genya didn't mind having daydreams of (Y/n) playing while she worked.

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Message in a Bottle

Pairing: Adrian Chase Vigilante x Reader

Rating: Not explicit, but includes alcohol use, some PG-13 action and mention of a bad date experience (nothing violent).

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s note: I’ve been obsessively listening to Taylor Swift’s “Message In A Bottle (Fat Max G Remix)” all week as it is pure dopamine to me, and naturally that inspired me to write a love letter Adrian story.

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"Cheers!" you all shouted cheerily pleased to be celebrating another job well done. You had just closed a case with the 11th Street kids and when Emilia had put herself out there and asked if anyone wanted to join her for a beer, you and Adebayo had been quick to call for a gals night! Through much pouting and a surprising comprehensive lecture about how a separate-gendered social calendar only exacerbates the harmful dichotomy of the patriarchy, Adrian had also been invited and the four of you sat in Harcourt's favourite bar clinking your beer bottles together.

You and Emilia exchanged a warm look as Adebayo started talking about the options for dog Halloween costumes she was considering for her fur babies, and as always Adrian's gaze was fixed on you as much as he thought he could get away with before someone kicked him under the table for being creepy. He couldn't help it, ever since the day you two met as part of a mission he was just drawn to you. You were fun and smart and just seemed like the most real person he'd ever met. He wanted to know everything about you, and spend all his time around you, telling you his thoughts and hearing your replies. The way you lit up when you laughed made him want to save all his best jokes for you, his stomach fluttering whenever your eyes met his. He had spent so many restless nights wanting to tell you how he felt, but every time he got you alone and you gave him your undivided attention, bright eyes shining up at him, he chickened out, terrified he would never mean that much to you. Little did he know there was already a reason you smiled so brightly at him, and blushed when he scooted to the seat next to you for car journeys, and struggled to sleep when you thought of him too much - you already felt completely the same way about the sweet, beautiful, genius, murder moron.

So that's why he'd fought to come out with you all tonight, never wanting the miss the chance to spend time with you and hoping that maybe, with a little Dutch courage, tonight might be the night he came clean about how he felt. He laughed as you and Harcourt told the table about the worst undercover mission you ever tried to pull off (pretending to be a fortune teller and palm reader in New Orleans, but never figuring which one was which), which lead Adrian to the story of how he thought he was psychic as a kid but it turns out he was just hearing his constant inner monologue, which made you crack up as Adebayo started doing an incredible impression of a young Adrian's inner monologue. "I wish I had more knives, why aren't invited to my brother's friends birthday party, I thought we were BFFs, now I'm going to climb a tree and jump off and see if I break any bones. Hey look a firefly!" You were all in tears as she covered his mannerisms perfectly, and you smiled brightly at him loving each and every one of those things that made him him.

"Another round? Harcourt? Adrian? Also Adrian?" You gestured to both Adrian and Adebayo, who made the same excited nodded motion that set you off laughing again as you stumbled to the bar. Adrian watched as you walked away, a dopey smile plastered across his face from hearing you laugh so naturally.

"You have to say something dude! This is painful to watch." Adebayo slapped Adrian's arm, bringing him crashing back to reality, and straight into denial.

"Say something to who? A waitress? (y/n) is already getting our beers, the wait won't be painful." Feeling very confident that he had covered his tracks, he turned back to watch you at the bar. Adebayo sighed,

"Seriously man, you're clearly crazy about 'em, you don't even stare at Chris this much!" Harcourt looked up, agreeing, and nodding towards the bar,

"Seriously Ads, you better ask them on a date soon, before someone beats you to it." Spinning in his seat Adrian looked back to the bar, just as you lent across it, making what looked like flirty eye contact with the bartender fetching your beers. His heart dropped into his stomach. Harcourt was right. You must get so much attention that he was stupid to think you he would even register on your radar of interest. He just wanted to disappear, his eyes falling to his lap, unable to look at you any longer now that your bright smile was for another man.

"She's probably just being polite." Adebayo reassured him, glancing back to see you collecting up four beers to bring over, after what had actually been a very average conversation about beer orders, with you only leaning over the bar to get a better look in the fridges behind it. You carefully carried the bottles back to the table, about to ask Adrian if him and Chris ever underestimated their own strength and accidentally crushed beer bottles with their bare hands when they were drunk, when the familiar sound of Paris Hilton's 'Stars are Blind' started playing, your ringtone and a collective favourite of yours and Adrian's. "Just a second" you waved to the table of thank you's as you saw your best friend's face on your phone,

"Hey babe, what's up?" you answered, causing Adrian's head to whip round for the second time that night. Your best friend started rambling down the phone, "Babe, I need your help. I'm on the worst date ever and I'm hiding in a bathroom and I need a lift because I let the guy drive me here. We've been at the restaurant for 45 minutes and he hasn't stopped talking long enough for us to even order a drink yet. I might die of dehydration while he tells me about his time as a Fraternity president 15 years ago." You laughed and agreed to come pick her up, getting the restaurant details and promising to cause a scene so it would seem like an emergency, just glad you were close by already and had only had time for one light beer. You moved back to the table, a little bit rushed as you grabbed your jacket and bag, not wanting to prolong her suffering and apologised, "Sorry guys, I've gotta dash to meet a friend on a date, that rounds on me, have a great night!" already halfway to the door as they all waved.

Adrian looked on, devastated, pretty much only hearing the word ‘date’ from your exit and assuming the worst; you were going to meet someone else, someone you already liked. He really had no chance with you, did he? He picked up the beer you have bought for yourself, downing it in one swift movement, secretly hoping you had pressed your lips against it for a sip before you left, the closest he would get to his lips on yours, and then hating himself for wishing that.

"Calm down man, they're probably just meeting a friend, don't get in your head… You know, I think (y/n) likes you back." Adebayo said hopefully, throwing a desperate look at Harcourt, who quickly flagged a bartender and did the international hand symbol for a round of shots, her skill at non-verbal communication always proving invaluable.

"Yeah, definitely, I don't think they’re dating anyone else." Emilia offered, not wanting to get into this if she could help it.

"I know you're just saying that to make me feel better," Adrian practically sniffled, "there's no way (Y/n) would like me back, they're like the best person ever and I'm just some guy." He continued on like this for 15 minutes, singing your praises as shot after shot landed in front of him at Harcourt's request, until he was slurring his words about your sexy butt. "It doesn't matter if I like the sexiest person I've ever met anyway, because every time I try and bring up how I feel, I lose my usually unstoppable ability to speak." Adebayo nodded and hummed thoughtfully, as if she was a great scholar, rather than a drunk and excitable messy. Harcourt slammed down her latest shot and suggested boldly

"So write down how you feel! Then it doesn't matter if you finally shut up." Adrian’s eyes grew wide, nodding frantically

"Harcourt you're a genius, pass me a napkin, I'll spell it out with my blood," he scrambled for a knife where one would usually be in his Vigilante suit, forgetting he didn't keep one in his jeans.

"Hell no," Adebayo shouted ,clasping his hands to stop him, "this is a love note, not a ransom note! No blood and no napkins." Pulling a notebook and pen out of her backpack she neatly tore out a page and handed it to Adrian. "You want to be concise, but sensitive. Articulate, but accessible. You need to say how you feel, but leave out all the creepy thoughts we all know you're thinking." She mused, oblivious to Adrian who had already started scribbling.

"What have you got so far?" Harcourt offered, genuinely interested in this glimpse into Adrian's mind. He proudly held up the piece of paper, a smug smirk on his face at his poetic prowess, which so far just had 'I LOVE YOU' written in large letters on it, messy like a child had written it.

"It's a good start, let's expand on that." Adebayo continued.

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You had successfully charged into an out-of-your-price-range restaurant, pretending to be your friend's doctor having finally found a matching donor for her prostate transplant, leaving her wishing she had come up with her own lie. You ushered her out as she apologised to her date (who still hadn't managed to order) and tipping the poor waitress that had been hovering by her table for the better part of an hour with no progress. The two of you had gone straight to the nearest drive through, finally getting the dinner she had hoped for, and laughing about all the awful lines she had heard from her date that night. She apologised for pulling you away from your work drinks, and you told her it was nothing, but you were a little disappointed not to be spending more time with Adrian this evening, also hopeful that one of these nights the two of you would finally get to talk about your feelings. After fries, burgers and milkshakes were all polished off, you gave your grateful friend a lift home, reassuring her that she was right to call you and that you'll always be there for each other. She gave you a huge hug as you pulled up in front her building and told you she would repay you by organising another night out, so you could invite your 'work crush' to that. You agreed to that deal, and once you saw her safely inside you headed home, smiling that you'd have an excuse to invite Adrian out soon.

As you pulled up in front of your building, you could see a familiar figure outside your apartment door, pacing back and forth. Walking quickly up the outside stairs of the complex, you called out, "Adrian? Is everything okay?" Worried he had come to fetch you for a work emergency. He jumped and span around, clearly in his own world, clutching a folded over piece of paper tightly in his hands.

"Hi, is your date over already?" He said looking behind you, dreading the thought of another man walking up the stairs behind you, headed to your apartment for the night. It took a second for you to figure out what he was talking about and then explained,

"Oh, I didn't have a date Adrian, my friend was stuck on one with some awful guy so I went to rescue her. But I’ve dropped her home now" You said, half answering his question, and watching his body relax as he breathed a deep sigh, seemingly very happy with your explanation.

"Your friend was the one on a date!! That's amazing news! I mean that makes sense. And of course you rushed to help them because you are a wonderful friend, and kind and selfless and..." his nervous monologue trailed off as his eyes locked on yours, smiling at his kind words and a little confused by what was happening. As was always the case when he tried to talk to you alone like this, his thoughts dried up, and his words failed him, and he fell silent. It took all the courage and focus he could muster to hold his hands forward, giving you the note he was clutching. He couldn't look at you as you carefully took it, gently unfolding it and your mouth falling slightly open, brows furrowed as you read what had ended up being a messy collection of his thoughts. You struggled to make out some of the words in his drunken scrawl, but you quickly realised this was about to become your most prized possession:

"I LOVE YOU." It started, "I want to tell you that all the time, every day, but every time I try it's too hard to say, but it's easier to write it down so here it is. I really, really love you. Stupid amounts. I didn't even know that I could feel like this at all, but ever since I met you I haven't stopped feeling like this, and it's wonderful and amazing, but also sometimes terrible because I feel sick when I think about how much I love you. You are incredible, and kind, and fun, and so fucking hot, like really hot and I don't mean to be creepy but you have to know that I think you are really fucking hot okay? Anyway I wanted you to know because if there's even a small chance you think I could be the one that you love, then I have to give it a chance. Because then I think all the sleepless nights I spent worrying you'd never feel like this, and all the times I've felt like I had a huge secret weighing inside me will be worth it. So yeah... I LOVE YOU." The final three words were written bigger than the rest, messy hearts and kisses and smiles doodled around them, done while he stalled on sliding the note under your door like he had planned to do before you snuck up on him.

You were frozen, this felt like a dream, like it was too good to be true. You kept waiting to snap awake in your bed, or for Chris to jump out and say this was a prank, or any number of more realistic outcomes than Adrian actually handing you a confession of his love, a tangible piece of his heart. You focused on the final three words, before finally returning your gaze to Adrian, stood quietly in front you, not daring to look up to your face or gauge your reaction. You finally managed to quietly mumble out, "I love you." Without looking up Adrian quickly confirmed,

"that's what it says." You couldn't help but laugh as you repeated,

"No Adrian, I'm saying I love you."

"Yes I know it says I love you, I wrote it for you." He looked up now, face frustrated at this reading comprehension exercise, further surprised by the wide smile spreading across your face as your laughter continued.

"Adrian listen to me, this note says that you love me. But I’m saying that I love you. I love you Adrian." You repeated again, emphasising the ‘you’s and ‘I’s, the ridiculousness of this conversation not lost on you. His eyes squinted and then slowly widened as it finally sunk it that you were requiting his declaration of love, that this plan had actually worked, and this confession was finally happening.

"Really?" was all he could blurt out before your lips crashed onto his, not wanting to use your mouths for anymore exasperating conversation. His arms quickly moved around your waist pulling you against his chest so tightly you could almost feel each other's racing hearts. You leaned back a little, breaking the kiss to bring your nose to boop his, and you both beamed, giggling at the miscommunication you already knew would be your first in-joke as a couple. With faces so close you could feel the warmth from his flushed cheeks, the strong tequila smell on his breath was slightly overwhelming. You figured 'girls night' had helped him work up the courage to come here, and you were very grateful for that, but you were also very aware that you were not anywhere near as drunk as Adrian. It slightly killed you not to immediately invite him inside, but you wanted to do this right, so you gently cupped his face in your hands, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Adrian, I'm really glad you told me you love me, and I really love you too. And I am going to treasure this note for the rest of my life. But you are very drunk, and I am not, so I'm not going to keep kissing you or invite you in until you sober up a bit okay?" You couldn't help but glance to his soft lips as said the word kiss, already missing how they felt against yours. Adrian straightened up a bit and nodded,

"Once again proof you are good and kind and thoughtful, which are some of the reasons I love you." He beamed at his new found ability to say those words out loud to you, before he processed what you said even more, eyes widening, "does that mean when I'm sober you are going to invite me?" The disbelief in his voice made you laugh, like he had won a lottery he didn't even realise he'd bought a ticket for. You nodded and smiled again, stepping forward to give him a hug to say goodnight, but before you could move your arms up to meet his, he had vaulted halfway down the stairs, shouting "I'll see you soon, sleep well, I love you." as he sprinted into the distance, a man on a mission.

You let your mind hold on to the thought of how much fun your life was going to be with Adrian as your love, not letting the small voice worrying this was all just drunk talk get to you. You cleaned yourself up and pulled on shorts and a cropped shirt to sleep in, before getting cuddled up in bed for the night. You read over the note from Adrian a few more times, cheeks aching from your smile, before you finally managed to drift off, making a mental note to call your best friend in the morning with the news.

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The next morning you awoke to a loud knock at the door. You glanced at your phone. Since you had the day off you hadn't set any alarms, and it was now exactly 9am. You got out of bed, running your fingers through your hair as you went to the door. Through your front window blinds you could see the shadow of a figure excitedly shifting about and the smile you had fallen asleep wearing quickly returned. Opening the door, you found Adrian on your front step where you had shared your first kiss the night before, holding flowers, a cuddly toy eagle, and some small device you couldn't quite make out. He immediately burst out with,

"Good morning! I love you! I wasn't sure when you'd wake up so I thought I'd stand here for a while, but then I got bored, and I missed you, so I thought 9am was a good enough time to knock. These are for you," he said, handing you the flowers and teddy, melting your heart with his sweet gifts. "And this is proof that I am now sober,” he said thrusting the device in front of you. From here you could see it was a Breathalyzer, with a reading of 0.0 on the front of it. Setting down your romantic presents as you both walked into your home, you turned back to the smiling doofus,

"Where did you get a Breathalyzer?" You quizzed, secretly thrilled with the bizarre start to your day.

"Oh, I took it from a police car. But it's not illegal because I'm gonna give it back." He said, like it was the most sensible answer in the world. You smiled, scooting yourself up onto your kitchen counter pulling Adrian close so he was stood between your legs, which quickly wrapped around his waist. "Well in that case, consider yourself invited in. Good morning and I love you too." You said, your tone loaded with excitement and anticipation as you pulled Vigilante in for a deep kiss. His hands trailed along the outside of your thighs, up your hips, slipping under your cropped shirt to wrap around your bare waist. "Fuck, I really love you." He replied happily before leaning in for another deep kiss. Returning that Breathalyzer would have to wait.

[alessabriel]

Moments like those were unique with characters from tokyo revengers.

I'm really loving the Tokyo Revengers manga and I couldn't help but write about some characters, when I go later in the manga I will write about even more characters and I hoped to get it right. Take good care of yourselves, drink water and eat well, it is important to.

Anyway Byebye ✨

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➡️Draken | Ken Ryuuguuji

The sun filtered through the window with lilac curtains giving the room a slight glow illuminating the scene within it; a tall young man with blond hair sat on the floor on the black carpet with a noticeably smaller girl behind him.

There was no one else with whom he could let his guard down like this.

Draken despite the cold shower, knowing that he has rested well and that he should not be sleepy, your soft hands combing him make him drowsy, lethargic and with heavy eyelids, he could hardly see your reflection in the mirror in front of him. He, concentrated on his braid and there was nothing better in the world than you being so close that he could feel your warmth, your soft caresses.

With care and gentleness you manage each blonde strand between your fingers, intertwining little by little. You did not see the mirror, they only saw blonde locks that slipped between your fingers, he had beautiful and well-groomed hair. Almost finalizing the braid was when you directed your gaze towards the mirror in front of you; Draken seemed to be nowhere near falling asleep again from the way he nodded slightly.

"Are you sleepy Ryu?"

A denial was the answer clearly but you only laughed at the obviousness of his lie, he was so cute when he was so helpless and vulnerable with you. They were unique moments and by how he snuggled between your legs he said that he only wanted to spend a few more minutes like that, together.

In the morning when even their paths did not separate, Ken Ryuuguuji could allow himself moments of vulnerability where you would cradle him carefully, smiling at all times and he did not need to have his eyes open to know that your face only showed love, he had already gone through a long stage of doubts, denial and self-inflicted pain that knowing who you are, his partner, that you are by his side and that you do not have any doubt in loving him as he is, with everything included only makes him feel more secure. Draken didn't doubt his love for you, he never could.

"I just want to stay like this for a few minutes"

"All you wish Ryuu"

The "I love you" were in the air and were received by both, they knew that love was mutual ...

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➡️Mikey | Sano Manjiro.

The days you left school were naturally late thanks to the extra classes, the club, and other activities. It was normal to walk through the hallways of the school meeting only a few students from grades above who gave tired greetings, it must be difficult to be anywhere from leaving you assumed.

The silence was comforting as something cold.

Once with your outdoor shoes on, you left school seeing how your boyfriend was on his motorcycle with his cell phone in hand distracted, a clumsy idea emerged from the depths of your head and you executed it without thinking twice; you covered his eyes with your hands feeling the seconds how his hands touched yours, it was difficult to hold the laughter.

Mikey only limited himself to smiling without you seeing him, from the moment he felt your warm presence he knew it was you and only as confirmation the sweet aroma of your perfume invaded the air making it comforting, you were warmth, affection and home. You were so smiling, sweet, attentive and funny that sometimes he thought how you had noticed him.

As if you had a detector for his pessimism, you kissed your boyfriend on the cheek when you discovered his eyes showing your remarkable pout openly.

"You are bad guessing love" you accused fun catching your partner's face in your hands, you held between your little hands a mysterious, beautiful and so enigmatic world called Sano Manjiro "It will be that I am very good and I take you by surprise. What if? "

Mikey could only smile and let himself be carried away by your beautiful voice, you seemed to have a sixth sense for when he was just getting into negative thoughts about his relationship and he felt grateful for it, you were so special and irreplaceable.

"Aha, of course" accepted the blond amused, receiving another kiss with pleasure but this time on the lips. Mikey loved the feel of your smooth lips against his own, he could taste the taste of your gloss directly from your lips and it was the best feeling in the universe. "Come on I'll take you home."

The words died from the moment you got on the motorcycle behind your boyfriend, clinging with both arms to his waist and hiding your face from the wind that you knew would impact on your face that you still did not get used to. The soft roar of the motorcycle lulled you, the aroma of fabric softener, sun and sweets coming from your boyfriend only made you feel even more comfortable that it was inevitable not to rub your cheeks against his back, love overflowed from your heart .

"I love you Manji" you whispered softly, without the intention of making you listen but because of a red light one of Mikey's hands was caressing yours, you knew that he had heard you.

"I love you even more S / o-chan"

The green light on the traffic light sealed the rest of the trip in a pleasant and sweet silence, where they knew they were safe.

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➡️Hanagaki Takemichi

It was late when they finally managed to get out of the game room, both laughing at monumental losses in silly games but with a more than happy smile on their lips. Takemichi couldn't help but smile and feel the constant pounding on his chest as your fingers were intertwined with his own, it felt good.

"I had a lot of fun today Michi" you said once you were both waiting for the train at the station, your gaze fixed to the front and then looking at your side hoping to find him looking elsewhere but you met his unmistakable bright eyes that made you blush "We should go out like this more often, I say if you don't have more meetings with Touman "

"I think the same! We won't have any meetings at the moment so you will put up with me longer, ”Takemichi joked laughing.

"I like spending time with Takemichi-kun so it wouldn't be to put up with it, it would be spending quality time with my boyfriend"

You refuted by giggling when you heard that he was choking on his own saliva, so you let go of his hand to gently hit his back helping him out of his stupor. Takemichi could only try to stop coughing and when he did he felt you closer, one of your arms behind his back surrounding him and how you leaned against his. It was instinct and perhaps the feelings of him speaking for him since he left a kiss on your head, he could smell the fruity aroma of your shampoo and the unmistakable essence of your perfume.

Little did you know that your Takemichi could only think of a way to save you, never to lose your smile and treasure each new memory.

You were his first and only love ...

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➡️Atsushi Sendo | Akkun

The journey from his school to your school was about half an hour, but it was worth every tiny second for Atsushi who, like every Friday, had separated from his other friends to pass by you. Even though they had been going out as boyfriends for more than two and a half years, he still felt the nerves all over his body and the butterflies flying in his stomach that multiplied when he saw him leave the main doors laughing at something that your friends said, you looked beautiful with the glow of the sunset making you the center of their world. It was ridiculous how just by seeing you could make him fall in love more. Trying to regulate his nerves I wait for you when he saw you say goodbye to your friends and jog the rest of the way towards him. Was it even allowed to look this good and attractive in a school uniform? He did not know.

"Did you take too long Atsu?" you questioned your boyfriend smiling.

The other people ceased to exist the moment you approached him, the moment he could see your bright eyes and catch the sweet aroma of your perfume in the air.

"Not at all I just arrived a few minutes ago, how was school?"

With a remarkable pout you started with your remarkable anecdote of this day without even knowing that Atsushi was looking at you as if you were hanging the sun, the moon and the stars in the sky. Akkun only listened and commented from time to time, until it was his turn to tell about his day at school. Neither of them noticed when their hands clasped, it was natural.

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➡️Tachibana Hinata

The dark sky above their heads only gave more seriousness and intimacy at the moment, with her nerves on the surface Hinata could only see how the wind moved your hair and carried in it, the scent of your shampoo or perhaps your perfume. perfume that I gave you on your birthday a year ago?

"The moon is beautiful tonight" you said to the air.

Hinata did not take long to detect the message behind your prayer, endless nights watching k-dramas, anime and watching movies xianxia by your side made her understand the references, she loved how you expressed yourself so casually by dropping messages of your unconditional love.

"If the moon is beautiful S / o"

When Hinata thought that silence would fill the air, your voice was heard again but this time in front of her. Hinata could only swallow hard to see you standing in front of her, so she could see the difference in heights between the two and how the elegant beauty accentuated your being, you were so pretty and attractive that it could not cross her mind that you corresponded her feelings but there they were; in the park late at night on a romantic getaway that consisted of a motorcycle ride and talking in a park where they had confessed.

"But I can't help but think that I'm lucky to be able to call you my girlfriend Nat."

"It is not worth it! You always know what to say and you leave me like a fool in love looking at you. You're unfair S / o-chan! "

Before her words continued Hinata felt your lips brush against hers, your kisses were so soft and gentle that she felt so fragile in your arms, so loved and desired.

"I love you so much Nat"

The kisses continued gentle, soft and in order to communicate love, one more memory that the couple would engrave in her memory.

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✨ Here is the end, comments are welcome and if not has in the same way thanks ✨

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[bangtanbeforebitches]

The Fall was a Trip - Take 1

An Original work written, produced, storyboarded, edited, agonized over and owned by: bangtanbeforebitches

Starring: Min Yoongi and Actor YN/Reader (from a purposely POC perspective) with guest appearances by everyone else you know and love.

Genre: Bangtan is Bangtan-verse AU, Rom-Com, Interracial Relationship Navigation, Strangers to Lovers, Quick but Slow Burn, Star-Crossed Lovers, Story within a Story, POC POV, K-Drama Indulgent on all fronts

Themes/Warnings: Heavy issues, Honest discussions, Things people probably don’t want to hear, Ridiculous run-ons for the fuck of it, 4th wall breaking, Inner monologue rants, YN is EXTRA AF, Mentions of racism, Childhood trauma resurfacing, Mentions of anxiety, Dangerous situations, a Shit-ton of swearing, Drinking, Probably smut at some point down the line, Some hopefully not so confusing script breakdowns, Usage of basic film and stage production terminology, Excessive flirtation (but Jimin doesn’t count), Fluff on Fluff on Fluff, Smooth moves, Lots of awkward moments, YN is a klutz, Sweetness to rot your teeth, Mood Swings, Denial of emotions, and at some point after therapy- Acceptance.

Format: Multi-chapter, ongoing WIP

Word count: currently 17k

Rating: Explicit, Minors are advised to not pass GO. 18+

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have zero clue WTF I'm doing. I have never been to South Korea-- SO! All the places, references and pretty much everything in this hot mess of a daydream is to be taken as FANTASY. Non-reality based, peoples. Secondly, I would like to say that a lot of the material and conversations and opinions you'll find in these pages have been pulled from my last relationship (8 years with a Korean man- SK born but definitely American as all get out) and my ongoing friendships with his family members both living here and there. I just ask them random ass questions and try my best to not let on that i'm asking for BTS fan fic purposes... cause I would never hear the end of it. Big shout outs to my besties @vyduan and @inkbluelily for pumping me with constant encouragement and hyping me up to do the impossible... actually post. ]

---------- Flashback to the beginning, Two years ago --

Navigating the streets in Seoul had finally started to become second nature.

Thank goodness.

Working up the guts to approach a local and ask for help had always tended to be hit or miss. Either people feigned not being able to understand your Korean, pretended to not know any English (though you had heard them speaking it just seconds before) or they completely ignored your pleas for help and started asking you a dozen rapid fire questions about your hair.

So many hair questions.

It's a constant thing here.

You understand the curiosity. Your curls are on point and frankly, pretty damn fabulous. But people apparently have a negative grasp on the concept of personal space when it comes to foreigners, yet they heed to the utmost levels of hesitation and bodily respect when it comes to physical contact with one another.

But a black girl trying to find the shoe repair shop that’s supposed to be on the corner?

What do her boundaries matter?

One second it's "Oh! You're so dark!" and then that phrase is (9 times out of 10) immediately followed by a darting hand grasping for those shiny springs of kinky wonder and magic.

You’re used to it. No offense taken because… let's be real. You would be offended all the time if you let silly things like their inquisitiveness get to you like that.

And the people here always seem so shocked when they realize you’re able to speak a bit of their language. You assume it’s mostly because they realize that you can understand what they’ve been saying about you in front of your face. Some apologize. Some don’t. Some just politely backpedal and compliment you for attempting to learn Korean at all.

You’re not by any means fluent just yet. You’ve got the basic Seoul dialect pronunciation down but still have a terrible grasp of the grammar structure... but, hey.

At least you try.

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You crossed the last congested intersection, a smile stretching across your face while (not) blending in with the flock of despondent souls en route to start the work day. You all, like bees in a swarm, buzzed through the landscaped courtyard, past the lunch stands prepping their menus and tents for service in the afternoon. You, in your merry mood, took a moment to beam up at the massive (and massively intimidating) building that stretched skyward in front of you.

You were lucky enough to have been offered a position as a production assistant at KBSMedia around eleven months ago. It's afforded you opportunities that you could only have dreamed of back home stateside. At the price of your loneliness? Totally, but still very much worth it in the long run. You’ve met countless Korean celebrities, idols, been a part of the crew for two hit drama programs and now, (a drumroll seems fitting here--) finally.

This glorious, low dust and pollutant filled air-quality morning marks day one of a new chapter for both your career and your status within the company ranks.

It's almost unheard of.

Seriously. It’s maybe the second or third time in Korean broadcasting history. You still get a little choked up at the thought of it all.

Today is the day in which you will take a rightfully-earned, long-awaited and over-due, monumental first step on that path leading to a place in front of a camera lens and into the spotlight.

You.

A [COUGH] relatively young, black, American woman.

Here.

In one of the palest countries a person could possibly imagine.

Halfway--

No.

Literally on the other side of the planet.

When the network gave the “OK” for your director's "out of left field" idea to cast you (he personally delivered the news to you with many air quotes and hand gestures) in this thought provoking, meticulously scripted and groundbreaking role… to say that you were shocked would be the understatement of the century.

All the same, you were beyond grateful for the opportunity and more than ready.

Ready to play the best damn "comic-relief roommate of the female lead who basically only says 'Annyeonghaseyo' from the apartment couch, usually with an absurd amount of food in her mouth, providing visual gags with charm and conveying affection and friendly support for the main character" that the South Korean film industry has ever seen.

You even get to improv.

In your pocket are two degrees to backup your talent. You majored in Theatre (with a concentration in Acting) and then continued your graduate studies while pursuing your dreams in New York and rotating through multiple (expensive) performance and film classes.

Cliche.

You are aware.

How you’ve ended up doing so much dang production work, you’re not one hundred percent sure. You had come to realize after hearing "No, but thank you for your time today" so much that that must just be the nature of the business in the most competitive audition field in entertainment.

They say, “You get in where you fit in and you fake it till you make it”.

Even if that mantra takes you across the globe.

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"Annyeong, ____-ah! How was your weekend?"

"Lonesome but productive. Just studied at home and dreamt about all the chicken and beer nights I’m going to miss at your place from now on. I’m pretty much off book, though. So, there’s that,” you shrugged and smiled with a wiggle of your dark brows. “How's she coming along, ah jeo-ssi?"

This “older” man, your friend, was the single nicest soul at KBS.

Seung Woo was the daytime front desk security guard. He prefers the term security agent so the position sounds more stealthy and cool. He likes to give off a Bond vibe while working and wears a full suit most days. Steamed creases and all, courtesy of his wife.

It is not required for him to be this extra, that’s for sure.

But this guy, right here? He knows just about every employee in the building. Just like the classic, dashing spy would in a blockbuster movie. He sees all. Knows all. Only really likes a few of these ‘show-biz’ types that pass him by without so much as giving him eye contact (which is how you bonded) but for some reason he took to taking care of you like an uncle, more so than a big brother.

It’s sweet considering if you were back in America you would be considered practically the same age, but here at work? You love getting to use the formal honorifics. You can tell he appreciates the respect.

Though, when off the clock he will enforce the “oppa” card.

Which you enjoy far less.

Because cringe.

He only bests you by a few years. He recently turned 34, but it’s 35 when tracking his life span the Korean way.

You’re turning 31 this fall.

And that’s a good, old-fashioned (or possibly “good new-fashioned”, because honestly? What the hell do you know? You’re still just a kid in the grand scheme of things if you consider the current average life expectancy of an active, healthy, non-smoking, adult female like yourself...)

So, yeah. The point? Right.

You’re turning a plain ol’, solid, traditional for the western hemisphere, starting post-utero, only counting from your first breath, “don’t anyone dare think about adding an extra digit to your years if they value having all of their teeth and toes”-- 31.

You’re clinging to your youth with all you’ve got. Both hands. Maybe your thighs too. You weren’t blessed with this melanin-infused baby face for nothing.

And you were grateful for Seung Woo’s face, just the same. When you started, there was a good stretch when he was the only smile you’d come across until it was time to clock out and head home to FaceTime with your family. You’ve had a friendly banter going ever since your first day when you swiped your ID for clearance through the shiny turnstiles. You’ve been helping him and his partner learn more English in exchange for the daily lessons on how to survive in this building and in this country. You would've given up here long ago if not for his advice and their friendship.

"She's getting bigger by the second. Look," he said and deftly whipped his phone out of it's holster on his hip to show off his wonderfully pregnant spouse.

Yea, he really uses one of those belt clips. The last time you saw one was on your father.

Despite this fashion faux pas, Seung Woo was still handsome as all get-out and a total DILF in the making.

His wife, Chaeyeong, was a former idol who fell for his charismatic smile and bashful eyes whenever she had a schedule at the studios. She had been caught making eyes at him by a photog one too many times (aka, one time) and when her group's contract was up for renewal, she and her company “mutually decided to part ways so that she could pursue other endeavors outside of the pressures from the spotlight that comes with idoldom”.

Or at least that was the story DSP’s PR team came up with in the statement they dropped to the media. In reality, they didn’t want to bother dealing with the dating rumors and Chae didn’t think staying was worth an innocent man with a beautiful heart being dragged through the mud by netizens. So, she jumped ship and went for it. Now, she’s one of the co-hosts on a variety program where they dish out love advice to viewers and she’s been embraced by (most of) the public for following her heart.

While she may be widely considered the prize of the pair to the untrained eye, personally, you think she's a smart young lady for taking him off the market.

Because that man treats her like a queen.

"She's simply radiant, Seung Woo-ssi."

"Thanks, I know,” he said, clipping his phone back into place. “We couldn't handle it anymore and we found out the gender Saturday. I wanted to tell you in person."

"We couldn’t handle it?” you snickered.

“Fine. Me.”

“There you go,” you nodded and smacked his back affectionately. “You made it to 8 months. Honestly, I’m shocked."

This was how you guys worked.

He laughed, ignoring your snide tone, not the least bit put off by your jab about his lack of patience. It was an indisputable fact. You prompted him to continue with a light tap to his arm. "Well?"

His exuberance shined all the way up to his glistening eyes and it felt as though it would burst through the top of his head like the bat signal.

He truly beamed. It was almost blinding.

"Really? It’s a boy?!"

"I could cry!" Seung Woo was unable to contain himself, his body bobbing on the balls of his feet. Any more force and he would actually be jumping for joy, if you will. It was disgustingly cute. He had been praying their first child would be a boy.

Most men over here seem to want male heirs.

“Could cry?” you gave him a look of disbelief, grinning.

He met your eyes. There was no way he could hold out. His whole body sighed in defeat.

“I did cry.”

“That all?”

You placed your hands on each of his shoulders to pull him down closer for inspection. You leaned in towards his face with your dark eyes, sharp as a blade, cutting him deep for the real story.

Which you basically had the gist of already. There were many texts from Chae earlier this morning requesting that you keep an eye on her emotional hubby and asking you for confirmation that he was okay once you spoke to him. She was careful not to spoil the news of the appointment. Though Chaeyeong was your friend too, she knew this would be something that he would want to share with you first.

“Ok, fine. So, I cried. A lot. Aish, I couldn’t stop crying. I cried like a baby. Snotty gross crying. All weekend. At the drop of hat ever since we found out. I couldn’t even start the car leaving the doctor’s and Chae-Chae had to drive us home from the office. She made me take the bus today to be safe because she didn’t trust me to not break down in traffic if a stroller passed me at a stoplight. I only just pulled myself together a few hou-- minutes ago before you got here after sobbing at the bus stop, sobbing at the breakfast truck, sobbing at my locker and sobbing in the bathroom. I had to run out before the team pre-shift meeting because-- surprise, surprise!-- I was a mess when Hee-hyung brought up his son’s birthday party yesterday. I’ve had to go back to the bathroom twice since then just because a baby in overalls and a shark hat was carried by the desk. I’m doing my best with every breath that I take not to scream it out at the top of my lungs that my beautiful wife that I don’t deserve is giving me a son and I feel like the king of the world!! Happy?!”

Seung Woo inhaled deeply and you snorted and clapped your hands.

"CONGRATULATIONS!!"

He let out a sort of squeal-like sound at that and the two of you bounced together in a tiny circle, your celebration possibly a little bit too buoyant for the employees passing by you, drawing attention and some passersby grimacing in your direction. Remembering your place, you broke apart, him coughing into his fist to cover his proud simper and you took to readjusting his jacket and tie.

"I can't wait to come down later and chat but I can't be late today,” you said as you brushed his shoulder off and then pounded that fist that he was now stretching out to you.

“You’re going to kill it, ____-ah.”

“Thanks, Woo-ssi. Oh, and I definitely want a copy of that new ultrasound for my refrigerator!" you stage-whispered loudly to him as you took a blind step back and then started to skip backwards towards the parallel lines of elevators. The lobby around you was noticeably more clear than just a few moments ago. Seung Woo was deep in his own world, pulling out his wallet to stare at the black and white blob of a photo of his unborn.

You paused to watch him fondly before skipping backwards some more.

"We need to take a picture of all three of us, you know. Or I guess now it’s four!!--”

Man down.

Well… "Woman down".

Wait--

Nope. "Man down", too.

You had taken a hostage to the floor with you and he was trapped under your flailing limbs and coif of curls.

"OH! Oh my God, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!" you stammered over and over as you attempted dismounting the lap of the man you had fallen on top of so gracefully.

Obviously, that is a lie.

There was nothing graceful about this moment.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going and I was just so excited for my friend and--"

A set of hands gripped your waist tightly to steady you and before you could register that they were connected to the person beneath you, Seung Woo's arms were under your own and helping to lift you onto your feet.

Once up on your shaking stems, you immediately hitched your body into a bow towards the gentleman on the marble tile.

This was embarrassing.

And awkward.

You were all of the “awkward”.

All of it.

Every little bit of what comes together to define that which is “awkward”?

That’s you.

Right now.

And your anxiety will probably never let you forget it.

You’ll be at your wedding about to say “I do”-- or maybe this will leave you shook when you’re cutting your cake and you drop a chunk of buttercream on the floor-- so you look down to make sure you missed your dress-- and that’s when you notice the fake marble dance floor sticker tiles and they look just like this floor that you’re staring at right now-- but your fiance had insisted on them because he’s a “classy guy but cheap” and the vendor gave you a discount because he was Korean and you could speak his language fairly well-- he was actually a really nice guy-- but you’ll see it and panic-- and so you close your eyes and have a PTSD-like flashback of these painful minutes-- but when you squeeze your eyes tighter to clear the images everything is suddenly moving in slo-mo-- and now you’re back to when you were 30 and thriving and living in a foreign country-- and your big, dumb ass just had to knock down an innocent stranger-- and you’ll remember rendering him paralyzed, mute and deaf in his left ear from the concussive impact of his head smacking that cold, hard floor-- which led you to losing your work visa, your chance at an acting career, and you were thrown in jail before being shipped back to the United States in a packing crate in the luggage hull of an airplane-- next to a gassy dog and what you think was an unmarked box of snakes… on a plane.

Or much later in life, you’re going to be old and gray-- but probably with no wrinkles because you never had a reason to smile after this-- and you’ll probably be in a cheap and poorly rated nursing home-- with no friends or family who care about you left in the world-- eating questionable cream of corn soup that is neither sweet nor salty-- just no flavor at all-- and it’s definitely not supposed to be green-- and your teeth will be in a cup on the nightstand next to both your hot pink and your purple SMTWTFS pill popper packs that are stuffed with enough meds to kill a giraffe-- and the nurse on meal service will have forgotten your lime jello and cup of ice AGAIN-- and you will STILL be able to feel the tightness in your chest from this amount of awkward embarrassment that you’re currently feeling in this moment-- and you will STILL be able to replay this memory on repeat in your mind like it happened hours and not years ago-- and it will be in full 186,405K resolution-- which is quadruple HD clarity… because that will be a thing by then.

And when your time comes and you think you can finally be rid of this memory, you’ll be born again-- and you’ll be plagued with flashes of this moment in your dreams in your next life-- and you won’t recognize the faces in the scene but you’ll for HELLA SURE know that that shit looked embarrassing as fuck-- and you’ll probably pay for lots of therapy trying to deal with the nightmares-- until you give up and try to recreate the dream-- and then the cycle of trauma will start again.

Ahem.

Very visibly trembling, you dropped to your knees and clasped your hands in front of you, bending your forehead down to meet them. You couldn't bring yourself to make eye contact with the face of your victim. It’s not like you would have been able to see him from your current angle even if you did look up, what-- with all of your hair blocking your view, but still you didn’t dare.

You heard what you assumed were his hands dusting himself off as his companions helped him up off of the floor. They were all chuckling while looking him over to make sure he was alright. You only had a sliver sized peek of multiple sneakers, some bulky ass boots and loafers with the owner’s heels hanging out, ruining the back of the expensive looking shoes.

That should be considered a crime, even if your feet do look that smooth.

"I can't believe-- I'm so sorry! I'm such an idiot. It'll never happen again. I'll watch where I'm going and be more careful, I swear! I'm so very, very sorry!” you apologized as a man stepped between you and the small crowd of people. You stared at the tile with fear-filled, wide eyes and could almost feel his shadow that cast over you. It matched your darkened spirits that were sending you into a spiral of panic.

You peeked up at the man and stuttered at the sheer width of him. He was wearing all black (or at least his pants, shoes and socks) and he was much larger than you. Very much larger than you. “Is- is he hurt? Oh god, I'll g-get a medic and I can pay for the b-bill. It's the least I should do, right?”

Receiving no response more than his unreadable face, you righted yourself up on to your knees and with a flip, tamed your curls out of your vision, smoothing them back into what you hoped was a presentable style. You contemplated what was going to come of you while fixing the neckline of your blouse and then rubbed your hands nervously over your thighs. You were still unable to see past the man in front of you, as his thighs were in your direct line of sight and thick as hell.

You looked up at him the way you had as a child while awaiting punishment in Catholic School, and he mirrored Sister Agnes’ scowl down upon you to a tee. There was no wooden ruler rapping against his palm. So, with scant confidence in your muscles to assist you, you instead rose from the floor aided by Seung Woo’s shaky hand.

He must’ve been thrown by the accident as well. For a guy trained and trusted to protect and defend people in a crisis, he’s got the nerves of a mouse.

Broad, RBF-man then turned, giving you his back and you read “SECURITY” across his jacket. You stilled in place from his profile as he glared at you over his shoulder and scoffed with a tilt up of his sharp chin.

Hold up. Was that “in disgust”? Seriously?

In your heels you were still a few inches shy of being able to see over this wall of a man as he spat a curse at you.

“Yah, this wasn’t assault or anything. Just an accident,” you looked up in distress, holding your one elbow while the hand of that cradled arm palmed the side of your face. You rolled your eyes and rubbed your temple. “Who is this guy, Woo-ssi?”

He didn’t answer. He was holding his radio earpiece, listening to a call. More than likely about the commotion you had caused. This was not what you needed before your big day. It felt like a bad omen.

“Did I break something, sir? I can drive you to the hospital!” you cupped your hands around your mouth to project past the linebacker blocking you and over the murmur of multiple voices.

“Oppa, I'll need to borrow your car or-- Ah, shit! Of all days for you to take the bus,” you groaned and rubbed both temples.

You whipped your head to Seung Woo as he gasped.

“What? I’m sorry. I was just kidding,” you said as he nodded along to his com. “That was rude of me.”

Having been facing you during the majority of this time, making sure that you were alright and then waving along the nominal foot traffic, Seung Woo redirected his attention to the crowd behind him. He let go of his ear-piece and started to shake his head back and forth rapidly, his face and neck paling. He clasped a palm tightly to his mouth.

“I was in the bathroom crying. I missed the briefing…” he mumbled through his fingers.

“Briefing?”

“I’m sorry, ____-ah. Don’t hit me later, please.”

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I swear, I’m sorry-- I’m sorry-- I’m sorry-- I’m sorry to everyone!!"

"Please stop apologizing."

That voice was new.

There were giggles.

Male giggles.

“And for the love of God-- HYUNG! I’m fine. Stop touching my pants. Cut it out already, guys.”

That voice.

You knew that voice.

You had heard it somewhere, at least a million times before, you were sure, but you couldn't pinpoint exactly from where. You hesitantly took a step towards the MIB in front of you just as his figure took a step to the side.

This cannot be your life.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Unbetrothed

Summary: Let me just say I am an American with no idea of how royal hierarchies work. Just made something up.

Governors are basically kings of the states they run with their own armies and mayors are dukes. Women are not allowed to work, only marry.

Dark MCU royal AU [but not really grey at best]

Sam Wilson x reader, dark Thor x reader [not really i don’t think. more like grey Thor]

Warning: attempted suicide, sex

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"She's old Margret" your father huffed.

"Dear no I think you're being harsh" your mother defended.

You sat in the kitchen peeling potatoes for tonight’s dinner as you listened to him complain.

"I most certainly am not! She is old. Way past her prime. Am I supposed to work myself to death to  support her?" He grumbled.

"Her brothers have long sense left this house. Started families of their own. Making their own way about the world."

"Dear they are men. Made to labor. What would you have her do? You refused her education. She has little options"

Women were with few exception not allowed to work. If you were not aiming to be a nurse, maid, or teacher. Most girls stopped their education after they learned to read or their parents stopped paying for tuition.

"Well, I would have assumed she would have been long sense married by now. What would be the point in wasting the money on education?"

He would often complain after doing his monthly expenses. Paying for the loan on the house, paying to feed himself and his wife, but the extra cost of the spare mouth of a daughter drove him up the wall. He actually calculated how much extra money he would have if you were not there draining his savings. As if it would by him a cottage on a beach in the state.

A popper he was not but a frugal bastard he was indeed. Only spending extra if he could come out ahead in the end.

It was like this most days, the only time it wasn't were when your father stayed out to drink. Pouring his sorrows into a pint and from your mothers presumption whores.

"Joseph, from work, told me that the Governor's having a ball. Says that his son told him that they send all the army boys there, most bachelors the lot of them. You know those army folks are quick to wed." He told your mother. He had planned this out thoroughly it would seem. "Lets put some lipstick on this pig and send her off"

"She is not a cow you sell at market!" Your mother was outraged out the notion.

"Well Moo Moo Margret. She is going. If she doesn't find a suitor then she is out on the streets. Have the state worry for her."

"Dear you cant mean that. She is our blood." Your mother would do nothing more than speak of her disapproval.

"It's my mother's fault." He said as he walked to his favorite sitting chair. "She was a bit misshapen. Got her damn jeans from me. Swear if she didn't look like her I would deny her my name" your mother gasped loudly at the insult.

"She tried to marry the Wilson boy and you denied her! Now look at him, second in command of the states army."

"Well, I thought when she...uh" he paused to find the right word to say. "Bloomed she would bring better prospects."

When you were 14 you fell in love with Sam Wilson and he with you. Children of the same age, same culture and you two had become fast friends. He had always made you laugh and it was not uncommon to be betrothed at such a young age.

One day while playing by the creek he had pushed you against the old oak tree and kissed you. So innocent and sweet, but it only lasted a fraction of a second. You had stared at him with your eyes wide with shock and surprise.

"Y/N I love you. Marry me?" He had no ring just a wild daffodil half ruined from being hid within his pants pocket. You had hugged him so tight he teased that you almost broke his bones. You had loved him for ages and to have your best friend love you back was truly a delight any girl could ask for.

The day felt like a dream as you two lay in the field and talked of your future. How many children, where the house should be, what the wedding would be like. You hadn't even noticed that the sun was setting as the euphoria of your love took over.

Kissing him on the cheek with a promise to meet again tomorrow you rushed home. With a smile that would not falter.

"Mom! Mom!" You burst through the door.

"What is it girl? You're so loud. What is it?"

"Sam! He asked me to be his wife!" Barely able to catch your breath as you retell the events.

Your mother's sweet smile showed of her approval in the union. The excitement of telling your father made the hands on the clock drag. When you saw the cart finally drop him off you exploded through the door and rushed to tell him your joyous news.

But your joy was short lived. Sam's family was not the status that he wanted for you. He gambled that when you were to hit puberty you would attract hire quality suitors. To hedged his bets he pulled you from school and refused you out to see Sam.

The decision crushing you completely, your home had become your prison for over a decade. Only allowing out into the world to join your mother for her weekly shopping.

He broke you back then and thought nothing of it. Unmoved by your constant tears and sorrow. Eventually you cared not for the fancy things in life. Your hair unkept, your clothes unpressed and makeup was as foreign to you as the neighboring states. Your mother would often scold you for not putting out your best as to catch the eyes of a suitor. But what was the point?

You lived only in the fading memories of Sam. Replaying ways to have made things different. Your mother took pity allowing you stationary upon which to write. Sending him love letters, but sadly with no replies.

"Well I buying her a ticket to the governors ball. We have enough for a decent enough dress so get her ready." Plopping down he opened his smoking box to take out his pipe. Lighting it up with long puff signaling to your mother that the final word had been spoken.

Your mother with your fathers pocket book went all out. When he saw the receipts he almost had a stroke. He swore never again to make that mistake with your mother again.

Your hair, makeup and dress were all done for the affair. When she showed you the results in the mirror before you left with your father you swore someone had bewitched the mirror.

When you two arrived at the Governors estate your father pushed you to mingle. But you had not the heart for music and fun. Walking aimlessly about the crowded event until you spotted him.

It couldn't be could it?

Walking up to the man you presumed to be your long lost love you call out.

"Sam?"

It was him, adorn in his formal military uniform.

"Y/N?"

Your heart felt like it beat for the first time in ages. Swelling with joy tears almost fell from your eyes at the sight of your long lost love.

You hugged him instantly, but it took a moment before his arms reciprocated the gesture.

"I always wondered what happened to you. I even went to your house but I was always turned away"

"It was all my fathers doing. Did you receive my letters? My mother made sure to mail them daily, but I never got word back."

Even through your despair you had never stopped writing. Everyday even when your mind tried to insert logic you still wrote. You could barely spell and your mother was of no use in that matter, but that did not stop you.

"What letters?" He was at a loss and that is when your heart began to hurt a little at the betrayal of you're only ally.

Every shopping day your mother would buy you the most gorgeous letter paper to write to him with, only to never send them. But why?

"I wrote to you every day Sam I swear it" you were in denial. She wouldn't have done that. No never her. Not your mother.

"Honey who is this?" A beautiful woman appeared from his side.

"This is an old friend. Wanda this is Y/N"

She was so striking and much younger than you. "Oh hello he talks much about his youth here in this state, but I'm sorry I don't recall you." You could see her trying to recall a memory and even with the scrunch of her brow she was a sight.

What would you say to her? That you were his first love, first kiss, that he had proposed to you. That you still had the daffodil he gave. Now pressed in the holy book on the page that would have held your vows.

"I.." You looked at him. His smile was for her now. You were nothing, but a ghost playing among the living. "I went to school with him when I was much younger, but never completed." She smiled at you so pure and overflowing with love for him that it made you sick, but you forced yourself to mirror her.

"Well it was nice meeting you, Y/N.." She said through the loud music."but if you will excuse me I would love to dance with my fiancé." Pulling him away. As they departed what was left of your heart felt as if it had rolled in glass.

Every breath brought a pain and as your vision began to blur you saw your father approached with that look. That look that you had not the energy to deal with. So you took off. Walking swiftly through the crowded ballroom zigging and zagging not knowing where to go. You were boiling over, but you didn't want the world to see. For Sam to see.

As you scanned the massive room filled with people you spot a staircase that wrapped along the wall. You don't know why you went to it, but you did. Ascending the stairs as quickly as you could in your full dress. Tripping only twice on the petty coat underneath, but still able to stand up right. There were fewer people on this level, each in their own conversation of this or that. Taking a deep breath you decide to turn left. Passing awkwardly by the smaller groups of people before stopping at the door at the end of the hall.

The massive wooden door was unlocked when you tried the handle. Pushing it open you could see no lights. Entering the darkness of the room, the blackness poured over you then the tears fall before you could close it behind you. With your back pressed to it you slid down the door and on to the floor. The sound of the booming music from the band hiding you're sobbing from the world.

As you cried you felt the cold breeze of the night prickle your skin. Looking you see the sheer curtain dance in the wind the color of the moon light giving it a soft ghostly hue. Standing up you walked to it. Opening the curtain you found the window to actually be a small balcony.

Walking out to the banister at the end you stare up at the moon and the sight of it filled you with loneliness. A small part of you had held out hope that Sam still loved you, would come for you and you two would live out those childhood wishes from long ago. But he wasn't and your father would surely be tossing you out by the morrow.

You didn't know how, but somehow you had climbed over the railing. Staring at the earth below.

What was the point? You couldn't work, too old to marry. Born to be nothing.

"You shouldn't be here." A voice came out from behind the ghostly veil.

Turning your head you look back to see, but when you spotted him you only stared through him.

Holding on to the steel frame of the balcony you lean forward. Hoping that when you fall and kiss the ground that the pain would be swift. So you let go.

"No you don't"

He was fast. Catching your wrist before you descended. Looking up at him you could see him clearly now. The strain on his face had his veins busting through his flesh as he pulls you back up and over the banister.

He had pulled you so hard that he lost balance and landed on the  floor with you on top of him.

Pushing yourself off his chest you straddled him. Your dress almost swallowing him whole. When he sat up he rubbed the back of his head and hissed. As he straightened himself, his height could not be ignored.

"Are you mad wo.." His words were cut off by the crashing of your lips to his. You just pressed them hard into his, your eyes shut tight as your fingers clasped the fabric of his formal uniform.

His hands came on to your shoulders and pushed you back. "They had told me these events were to be a prudish affair. Had I known women of this state were made of fire we would have united our states long ago." His strange accent had you gawking at him.

Your eyes fell to his uniform, the colors were all wrong. It was not of your state's formal wear, but anothers.

He kissed you this time, his tongue tickled your bottom lip the sudden wetness of it made you gasp and he took that opportunity to invade. Yours sat frozen in your mouth bewildered by the intrusion.

When his hands fell on your hip you yelped in his mouth. "Move for me" he said as his hands guided you back and forth on his lap. The friction of his pants on your bloomers was delightful. Moaning in his mouth your eyes shot open wide. Embarrassed by the foreign noise, but the man only chuckled on your lips.

Your hands released his clothes and wrapped around his neck. When he bit your bottom lip you bit his, when his tongue flicked yours you flicked his in turn. You let him guide you to every move. His hands fell from your hip, but you still kept the pace as the warm fuzziness of the feeling building in your core wanted more.

Placing his arms on your back he pushed you backwards on to the  cold balcony floor while never breaking his kiss. Your heart beat hard in your chest as you felt him press you into the unforgiving floor with your dress the only bit of comfort to it.

He pulled away again making you whimper. His smile looked so devilish as he stared down at you. "Your pure aren't you girl."

Your ears felt hot as his eyes looked upon you. "Yes" it came out almost as a whisper.

He bit his lip almost fighting off a bigger grin. Moving his hands from your back one hand glided atop your dress. Grazing both breasts before hooking his in it. Pulling the fabric down allowing your breast to bounce free in the night air. His warm palm overtaking the circumference of one breast filling your body with more fire.

Bending down you closed your eyes to receive a kiss, but it never came. His wet mouth latched onto your exposed bosom, making you pant. The flicking of his tongue drove you mad with wanting. His soft lips kissed each breast before sucking your nipple into his mouth. "Your flesh is sweeter than any honey I've ever tasted." His rugged voice sent you soaring to the heavens.

Bunching up your dress his hand moved slowly up your thigh. Stopping at your bloomers. "What do you want little dove?" He looked down at you again. Waiting for your answer.

Was this what Sam does to Wanda?

For whatever reason your mind could not picture him this way. So your mind drifted, thinking of the women of the night. The women that lived for the night as you are now. Your mother had spoke often about loose women. Whores she would call them. Good for nothings seen as no more than the corrupters of men souls. That’s why she never blamed your father for his misdeeds. You wanted to be a corrupter of men, to hold a power over them. Seeing as giving them power had brought you no joy in this world.

"I want to be a whore" at your words his smile dropped and a hunger unfamiliar to you grew upon his face.

Hurriedly pulling your bloomers down you could hear a growl from him. As if by the moon he would change into a wolf right before your eyes. His focus strayed from you but for only a brief moment as he fiddled with his own attire.

He lay between your spread legs poking at your muff with a rod harder than the floor that ached your back. "Then my whore you shall be" without another word he forced himself into you.

The pain and discomfort had you screaming into the night. Pushing him off, but he held steadfast deep in you up to his hilt. Tears prickled your eyes as the pain felt unbearable. Lifting your legs onto his shoulder allowed him deeper still and you felt too full.

"Please sir it hurts" you hissed. Your eyes pleading up at him.

"Not for long my dove" His hips slammed against you with such forced that you tried to crawl backwards away. But with his hands on your shoulder he locked you in place. Each time his hips slapped yours it sent jolts throughout your body.

Your mewls mixing with his groans while the music played from the ball down stairs. "It hurts!" Your voice quakes as he continued his punishing thrust. Your breasts jerking harshly from his movements while your legs try and force him off, but he went on undeterred.

"My..dove.. sing for me" and you did with every thrust.

Your back arched off the unforgiving ground as you felt your cunt stretched beyond its limits to receive him. Your nails dragged along his coat sleeves, snagging on badges here and there.

The pain of him faded into a wave of ecstasy. "More please" you panted.

"Does..my..dove..love.. my..cock" he teased as he watched your face transform from pain to pleasure. Hitting your core harder with each word, moaning deeply as he filled you.

"Mmm so-so good." You moaned. The pressure from him electrified your whole body. You could feel every inch of him and you wanted more.

"A whore..only for...me" he groaned. His chest pressed into your legs as his movements grew wilder. Your body felt a buzz, your flower so alive, clenching feverishly around him. His member started twitching, flexing inside of you and filling you with more warmth and wetness.

"Such a good little dove" he praised.

When he stopped he gave your lips one last kiss before falling over to your side. Your legs flopped to the floor landing with a thud shaking like a leaf in the wind. Turning your head to him, you examined the glistening features of his face.

"Who are you?" You panted out half exhausted.

As he began to speak the door creaked open in the distance.

"Y/N!" Your fathers voice shouted out. You sat up with a cold splash of reality hitting you.

When your father came into the room he had only seen the aftermath. A compromising position that sent him into a tizzy. Racing over to you he grabbed your for arm pulling you from your savior.

Pulling up your top and cleaning off your dress you prayed he had not noticed your very bare chest in the confusion.

"What are you doing who is that?" He roared furiously. "Speak"

*Smack

His slap faded into the nights air. He must be getting older, much more older than you thought him to be. His strikes barely fazed you now, but you held your face as if it still held the same power as they used to have.

"What were you thinking you stupid girl? Your chastity is you're only saving grace." He was furious. "I can't believe my own daughter a whore."

"Ah heeeehhhmmmm" the stranger cleared his throat behind you. His height towering over you and your father.

"Excuse me sir, but in my state we do not take Kindly to the striking of innocent women."

"And who are you to speak to me in such a ways army boy?"

"I'm lieutenant Governor Thor Odinson of the Asgardian state. New allies of your Governor's state."

Your father's eyes widened in shock as did yours.

"We were just admiring the constellations as we are ought to do in my state. Isn't that right milady?"

Your father looked to you to answer while Thor shot you a knowing wink.

"Well if you would excuse her intrusion sir, but she is supposed to be finding a suitor not laying about star gazing" he spoke nervously.

Pulling you out of the room by your arm as Thor faded into the darkness.

"What happened to your face girl you look a sight?" He said annoyed. "Go to the mirror and fix yourself" he pointed to a mirror along the wall right before the entrance to the room. "Had someone else spotted you, you would have been thought a harlot for sure" he huffed.

Hurrying away you rush to the mirror all the while you felt Thor's seed snake down your leg.

[bby-ahgastay]

Smoking Buddies (pt.2/?) - H.J.S.

a/n: this is pretty long ig huh. sorry it took so long, i had like three different versions for a second and it took a while to actually end up with this. anyways, can y'all tell i've been in a very soft mood lately? this might be fluffier than you guys (or i) expected but i miss my crush and i just want to hug him again, so i showed it through this i guess :(. hope you enjoy it thank you for reading!

member: han jisung (stray kids)

summary: after a heated make out session right behind chan and changbin you and jisung go back to his apartment for soft and sorta sleepy sex.

word count: 3.5k

(1) / (2) / (3)

warnings: mentions of smoking weed, oral (female receiving), soft cuddly sex.

when jisung and you arrive at his place he doesn't hesitate to push you against the door as soon as it closes. he still manages to be so gentle with you, staring lovingly into your eyes. the two of you have come down from your highs considerably by now, a sleepy feeling beginning to come over you both.

"god, i'm so happy this is actually happening... i can't wait to get to know every part of you," the words are mumbled and make your face heat up. he moves down to kiss you, slow and passionate. his lips move over yours tenderly, everything slowing down around you as you fall further and further into just him.

as you lose yourself in his touch it's hard for you to remember the point in time you would go back your dorm and see your roommate still up, waiting up for you to get home from hanging out with changbin, han, and chan. this was when you had started getting more comfortable around the boys and were just starting to spend more and more time with them.

ryujin always knew when you'd be coming home late and had no doubt that you would be ready to go on about jisung. so she waited up to let you talk to her about him, knowing you needed someone for that. and one time she told you that, too.

"start coming home earlier, y/n-yah! i miss that extra two hours of sleep!"

"hey, no one said you have to wait for me! i have a key, too, you know," you pouted back her. she had given you a dramatic eye roll and sigh in return, deadpanning back to you afterwards.

"you know it's only because i know you're getting a crush on that jinyoung kid, right?"

"jisung, he’s older than us and therefore not a kid, and no i'm not!"

"yes you are, like i'm so sure you are. and i know how much i usually want to talk about my crushes too. so i'm just helping you out, love."

after that night you had stopped talking about him so much. you still thought of him plenty, but no one had to know that. ryujin is still your roommate, and your best friend. you can’t help wondering what she’ll say when you tell her about all this. she's older than you but not even by much, you two were still born in the same year. but something about how she carries herself made her seem so wise and made you feel like her opinion matters a lot for some reason. maybe you could say you'd admired her a little.

when she told you this though, you were definitely a little embarrassed. all three of them flirted with you by then so you had figured that it all meant nothing. and with that decided, you thought han would never like you.

but now his tongue runs over your bottom lip, taking it in his teeth playfully. you look up at him smiling when he pulls away. "i feel so lucky that you’re kissing me right now, sungie... it’s like a dream come true," you giggle, one hand on his bicep and the other combing through the front of his hair tenderly.

his heart flutters at your words for sure, especially with your eyes sparkling up at him like that. he's wanted this for a long time, too. as long as he's known you. he never would have thought that he could actually have you alone and in his arms, letting him kiss and touch you.

there were many nights he would go bother either of his hyungs to talk about you, laying his head in chan's lap or laying on top of changbin’s back. he’d sigh wistfully as he spoke about how you found stupid things funny, and how you seem like a good dresser, and how he thinks you do your makeup nice, and just about anything else he could think of. at first they just thought their hannie was excited to have a new friend, but when they saw it wasn't just that they immediately turned it into a joke.

"you like her! you like our little baby y/n?!"  they exclaimed on the day they had cornered him. the two elders were discussing not only how jisung talking about you had started to seem almost constant, but also how he was sounding a bit smitten too.

his denial was what had caused them to start flirting with you in the first place. "if he won't admit it, we'll break him into admitting it," chan and changbin had shared many giggles and many blunts while going over the matter together. after so long they both began to wonder if it was almost a little evil, forcing their younger friend to watch them flirt with the girl they knew he had liked. but hey, it worked right?

jisung knows that he's the lucky one here, he has no doubt about it at all, and hearing you say that you really think otherwise could probably break his heart. but no way would he let you know that you're affecting him like that. not right now.

so to recover from the moment he just shakes his head and kisses you again. he doesn't even have to say anything, his lips on yours speak a thousand words and it's enough for you. then you're both just focused on each other again. his lips are back on your neck in no time, only adding to the seemingly endless collection of hickeys you've gathered from him today.

"fuck, i just remembered how bad i wanted to taste you earlier... come on, baby, let's go to my room," he whispers in your ear, and you feel as if you were in a trance. when you look at him, you see a harsh and demanding demeanor barely hidden behind the sweet facade his eyes hold. just the look he gives you is enough to get you to nod and follow him eagerly to his bedroom.

not that you’d even need any guidance to the room. you’re as familiar with this apartment as you are your own childhood home. and there were definitely many nights you would have to text ryujin that the boys had once again convinced you to stay the night. sometimes the four of you would set up a huge bed of blankets on the floor in the living room, watching movies and smoking and talking until you knew you had to go to sleep. but other times, if maybe one of the boys had something to take care of early or if you had a morning class, you would all agree not to go all out.

so instead you would always end up staying in jisung's room, him just usually the first to offer. the first few times you slept in there he insisted on sleeping on the floor, a fight you were never able to win. then there was eventually a night where he gave up easily, a bad day leaving a strong craving for his bed that night, and being close to you sounded like a huge bonus. 

you had let him fall into your arms, soothingly running a hand through his hair as the other rubbed his back. he still thinks about how you sat and listened to him, making soft sounds every once in a while to show you were paying attention. he’s pretty sure that’s the night he realized he loves you. and after that it was no longer weird for you to cuddle and share a bed, something that he was proud of even though it was purely innocent in his mind.

once the door is closed behind you guys, jisung stands in front of you to look down at you with fond eyes. you're both in a daze, the drowsy feeling from coming down mixed with just touching each other leaves your eyelids hooded and chests heaving. one of his thumbs brushed across your bottom lip, his other hand rubbing your hip underneath the baggy sweatshirt.

you can't look anywhere but at him, everything else dulling in comparison to the way his eyes are sparkling even with how the fatigue is beginning to darken the area around them. his hands run across your body on top of the fabric as he moves up to unzip your sweater, pushing it off of you completely and sliding his hands over the skin on your sides. stepping away for a seconds he slides his hands under your tank top to move it up, watching the way your boobs bounce slightly when they’re freed from the thin material.

his hands don't stop wandering your body; groping your ass over your sweatpants, digging his fingers into your hips to drag you against his clothed bulge every once in a while, running up and down your back, brushing against your boobs attentively. the way his touch makes you light up gives you the urge to touch him as well, wanting to feel all of him you can.

your hands go under his shirt and he's nearly amused by the cute little pout you get as you push the material up, your eyes asking him to take it off. thinking about you in the way he's gotten to know you so well, it's really quite funny to think about how needy you're getting for him right now. the only thing that keeps him from laughing is just looking at you. it kills him how you still manage to look so innocent, your small figure staring up at him with your bottom lip out and your eyes wide.

you're glad when he pulls his shirt off, but he doesn't give you much time to enjoy it as he begins pushing your sweatpants down. your panties go down with them, jisung letting you hold his hand while you step out of your shoes and pants.

after you kick the pile aside on the floor his hands are on your hips, guiding you backward towards the edge of his bed. he lowers you onto the foot of the mattress and kneels on the floor in front of you. gazing down at him in excitement, you feel his lips on your thigh already start to make you feel so, so good.

he places his hands on your stomach and gently pushes you back to have you lay back as his kisses inch closer to your heat. you breathe heavier in anticipation, aching for him to touch you. his hands go to your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders so he can get closer to you.

jisung has a hard time taking his eyes off of you laid out for him like this. he's imagined this for a while now, and he couldn't be happier that he's finally going to be the one who gets to please you. he has take a second to appreciate it all, like how you're already breathing so heavily just thinking about him touching you. or how your hands are so naturally resting on your tits, not even realizing yourself gently kneading and pinching at them.

you look more beautiful than he could ever imagine, and having you laid out waiting for him to do something to you has his cock aching in his boxers.

when you first feel his tongue run over your folds a moan falls past your lips before you can even realize it. you blush a little and one hand goes to cover your mouth but jisung just smirks against you.

"no one is home yet, baby, don't worry... let me hear your pretty sounds, okay?" you look down at him, his lips glistening with your juices. you nod slowly as he licks his lips, head falling back when he returns to your core. the way his tongue works on your clit and moves to push inside you has sounds pouring from your mouth, only encouraging him further and further.

you slightly roll your hips up, wanting more. one of his arms falls across your hips to push you down and the other hand goes to push two fingers inside you. you gasp at the feeling, clenching around his digits.

it doesn't take too long, and maybe it is just a little too quick. but with the way it feels to have his long fingers inside of you and his mouth so deliciously attached to your clit, not to mention the drug still amplifying every sensation, you know you're already close. you don't usually cum so quick, but han jisung just knows how to make you feel amazing apparently. how did you not do this sooner?

"oh, fuck, y/n," his head comes up, hair in his eyes as he looks up at your whining figure. "you're gonna cum already, huh? i can fucking feel it with how much you’re clenching around my fingers, baby," he groans, watching his fingers moving in and out of you.

he speeds up and seems to hit that perfect spot every time his fingers are pounding back into you. all that's heard in the room is the sound of his fingers moving in you and his name leaving your mouth repeatedly as you're pushed closer to the edge.

once he ducks his head back down to suck at your bundle of nerves you know that's it, and you're letting out high pitched moans as you come around his fingers.

"you're so hot, i swear," he groans while watching you. his eyes linger a moment on how your walls are gripping around his fingers. you look up at him as he slows down for a moment, meeting his eyes and seeing the cocky glint in them. "and so tight, jesus... if you're this tight around my fingers, i don't even know if you can take my dick, jagiya," you can tell he's half kidding, but a smug expression is stuck on his face as he chuckles a little.

and the joking undertone reminds you for a moment that he's still the same jisung you've gotten to know. the one who has always been there to make you laugh and who you know you'll always be more comfortable around than anyone else in the world. the one who you think you may have come to be in love with.

your thoughts are mushy and way too sweet for the way he looks up at you so sure of himself, the wetness from your pussy still glistening on his lips and chin. he looks hotter than you could ever process, you almost feel flustered. but you don't want him to feel the satisfaction of that fact, so you roll your eyes and look down at him again. "i'm so sure," you tease him. his eyebrows go up a little, fake shock and hurt on his face.

"are you saying you think i'm small?" he gasps, standing up. you crawl further up the bed, sitting near the pillows and shrugging. your eyes don't leave him as he goes to his dresser, pulling open a drawer and taking out a condom. he tugs his pants off to roll it on. you watch and take in every detail you can, noticing one vein that’s especially prominent on the side. well, he's definitely not small.

and then in a second he's hovering over you, eyes still just as confident as he looks up and down your entire body. he's good at playing the whole smug guy character, but you can still see the sweet look behind it all. 'i guess you really are good at hiding it, han jisung,' you think adoringly to yourself, 'but i still know you're just a smushy little shy boy.' it will be a cold day in hell when you don't let him take control over you, though. and you already can tell there's going to be many levels to his dominance all to be explored eventually, an exciting thought for sure.

"well then i'm just gonna have to shut you up," he brings his hand up. you know exactly what to do for him, opening your mouth to take his fingers in and sucking them clean of your own juices. and then he's pushing into you without warning, your mouth falling open as he does. stopping for a moment, his fingers are pulled from your mouth as he looks down at you.

your jaw is taken in one hand to make you look at him, his touch ever so gentle. concern is written over his face, silently asking if you're good. you hum and nod, smiling from the satisfying feeling of him stretching you out. as he rocks into you slowly, sweet kisses are left all over your forehead and cheeks and nose and lips and anywhere else he can reach.

you look up at him as his member drags against your walls delightfully. he really does look sleepy and you're sure you do too, but his fluffy hair and swollen lips make him look so soft and cuddly in the most charming way. his hands pin your hips to the bed, one of yours going to run through his hair and the other going to his cheek.

while the pace is slow, it still feels better than any you've ever had. the fact that the first time you two are having sex is so mushy and loving like this definitely makes it better in your mind, you know it will always be a heartwarming memory no matter what happens between you two.

"sungie, oh my god... shit, you feel so good," you breathe out, head falling back into the pillows. he leaves a kiss on your neck before bringing one hand to lift your head back up, pressing his lips on yours as you clench around him.

he was right before, you really were so tight around his cock and it was driving him crazy. that and the sight of himself moving in and out of your wet pussy had him already close, but no way was he going to miss seeing you cum again.

"you feel good around me too, baby. i guess i did fit, but you are so fucking tight y/n. jesus," he gives an extra hard thrust, forcing a moan from you. you let out a low, pleased hum as he begins pounding into you harder and deeper, your eyes rolling back as he hits unimaginable spots. the smirk never leaves his face as the way you moan his name is almost unintelligible, your words slurred from pleasure and the sluggishness starting to take over. fortunately his dick is more than enough to keep you awake.

one hand goes down to rub circles into your clit, his hips speeding up slightly. him drilling into you just right has you pulling him closer to you to attach your lips again and moaning against him. his other hand is tangled in your long hair, elbow near your head to support himself. you know for a fact that you're still a little stoned, your body is tingling comfortingly and it makes you feel jisung's touches twenty times better. your body is on fire and there's no way to keep you from cumming anymore.

jisung has to pull away from the kiss as you release around him, the feeling triggering his own orgasm and pulling a few throaty moans from him. you both clutch each other tightly, your head buried into his neck as he continues to fuck you, sloppier now, just to work you both through your highs.

you whine a little when he pulls out of you, squirming under him a bit. leaving a kiss on your forehead he stands up to throw away the condom.

you catch your breath and watch him as he moves, getting comfortable by curling up under the blanket with your head peeking out on top of his pillows. just yesterday you'd think it would be impossible you would ever get to do that with jisung. but you're beyond happy you did and not a single fiber of you regrets it.

especially not while you watch how he hurries back over to the bed from the trash can near the door, lifting the covers up and diving in with you. he comes up behind you and hugs you close, nuzzling his head into your bare shoulder. a chuckle falls past your lips as you look back him, mumbling a small 'what.'

"i heard my hyungs in the kitchen, who knows how long they've been back," he cringes at you, his nose scrunching up adorably. your mouth falls open and you shift to face him.

"oh my god!"

"i know..."

"aw, no... do you think maybe they might have not heard anything?" you pout hopefully up at him.

he winces and shakes his head. "ahh, they sounded pretty settled in, like they've been here a while. i'm sure they did hear you moaning my name at some point," his tone is purely playful but you still whine, hitting his chest lightly.

"shut up."

"never."

and neither of you say anything else, his arms pulling you tighter against him. he leaves a small kiss on your nose, then he closes his eyes and settles in more. it's not long before you hear his soft snores. and you know it won't be too much longer before you're out too.

no other time you've been in his arms has been so blissful. any other time has always been borderline painful, your mind never letting you forget how he didn't feel the way you did. you're glad you were wrong. 'i definitely love him' you think to yourself.

you nearly feel overwhelmed with how your heart fills to the brim with love as you stare admiringly up at the peaceful looking boy. stopping yourself from reaching out to squish his cheeks isn't easy, but you manage. instead you bring a hand up to push aside some hair that was falling over his eyes, stroking his cheek lightly after.

being in his arms makes you feel just so completely and absolutely safe. it's so hard to remember that this is real. you stop looking at him and rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes and letting sleep take you.

[aros001]

Going in blind: Watching season 2 for the first time. Random thoughts.

Huh. Only 7 episodes. Not complaining necessarily. For series with an ongoing plot I've definitely become more in favor with their seasons only having as many episodes as they need rather than them having to stretch themselves out to full up a certain number of episodes, which can lead to padding and just bad character moments.

Episode 1: Jeez. Catra visiting Shadow Weaver's cell just to rub her success in her face and verbally abuse her back for once. It's like a twisted version of Zuko and Ozai from ATLA. Catra's upbringing under her was abusive but this is far from a healthy way for her to deal with it. She's basically deliberately swimming in her resentment.

Episode 2: It's not that I'm rooting for her but by-golly was it fun to watch Catra act like just the absolute worst she could while she was Glimmer and Bow's captive.

I touched on this in season 1 but part of the drama of the heroes feeling guilt over leaving Entrapta behind is kind of lost on me a bit simply because it was her own fault it happened. She deliberately went back into the purge room because of her machine obsession, which then closed on her and erupted in flames. It was more than reasonable to assume she was dead and no one but her was to blame, so I'm not really able to be invested in their guilt over it.

That said, weirdly enough I do like that her "abandonment" doesn't seem to be even a blip on the radar for Entrapta herself. She hasn't joined the horde because she resents the heroes or felt left behind, she simply is so obsessed with machines and experimentation that she'll be on the side of whoever lets her do the most of that. Like, it's selfish and irresponsible but it's very in-character and I'd far rather have a traitor motivation be based in that over something stupid like a misunderstanding.

Episode 3: I love the mental image of Shadow Weaver thinking up princess-themed ghost stories to tell Adora as a child.

So, if the previous She-Ra Mara separated Eternia from the other realms/planets/whatever she did and that's what cut off the She-Ra line for 1000 years, I'm guessing Hordak may be from the time before that happened, thus his drive to create portals and calling Eternia a backwards world. Either he's naturally long-lived or his technology is extending his life.

Episode 4: You know, you could maybe argue it was vague enough that it could be taken other ways but I'm definitely getting some vibes here that Scorpia is crushing on Catra. She literally refers to the two of them as soulmates at one point. I know she says she's trying to be friends but this feels a level beyond that.

Fun little reference to the original She-Ra cartoon thrown in there (and maybe Cowboy Bebop...? James Bond...? What was Glimmer's art style supposed to be?). I like how it is more like just playful ribbing than anything outright dumping on the original. Again, I've never seen original She-Ra but whenever remakes/adaptations go out of their way to trash to the original I always kind of wonder why they bothered doing an adaptation if the original is just that bad? Also, I was having trouble sleeping so it was about 2am when I watched this episode and the very Eartha Kitt Catwoman Catra made it very difficult for me not to lose my **** and stay quiet. With how much of a contrast that version is from the one in this series, that was hilarious. Bonus note, it's a nice touch that Frosta's version of Catra is a pretty crasher in that sweet suit, since that's the only impression of Catra she's ever had.

Adora being a chosen one is definitely elevated up simply by how much the pressure of what she's supposed to be is getting to her. I'm likely going to keep making Avatar The Last Airbender comparisons throughout the series but that's partly because I went into this series figuring it'd be at least structured similar to ATLA (season 1 being more episodic and a little more kid-friendly as it builds up the world before getting more serious later). Adora and Aang are interesting to compare here. Aang's worries early on were less apparent because he was more in-denial/choosing not to think about his problems that much, which fit with his character as a free-spirited Air Nomad. While Adora is much more military-minded. She can't keep herself from thinking about her problems and trying to prepare for the worst-case scenario. And jeez, that idea of who/how Catra is in her mind. Not only beating her but making her watch as she takes everything she cares about away. Not Shadow Weaver, not Lord Hordak, but Catra. That whole Lion King Mufasa/Scar moment between them in episode 11 and their fight in the S1 finale really did a number on her mental image of her old friend. Not reasonably so.

Minor note: I'm sure I'm the only one who got this impression but by the look of it, the way the robot's eye moved, and the music, after getting the soda spilled on it that little spybot gained sentience for half a second and then immediately died. It was so darkly comedic I had to laugh.

Episode 5: So that red disc is basically She-Ra's Red Kryptonite, having an effect on the mind rather than the body. The drunk Adora joke doesn't really do it for me but it did get some nice interactions going between Scorpia and Sea Hawk, two characters I certainly wasn't expecting to bond. I did really like Catra's panic when berserker She-Ra nearly beheads her. The implication is that is Adora really wanted to kill her Catra would already probably be dead. It's a thing I like about powerhouse characters like Superman or Aang, who could just demolish everything around them and don't simply because they're a good person...which in turn makes them the scariest person on the planet when they're well and truly ticked off. I'm not going to lie, I do kind of want to see a She-Ra version of Aang when Appa was stolen or when Superman fought The Elite.

Also, Catra's line of "I have control over Adora. I'm not giving that up for anything.". There's a lot to read into there.

Episode 6: I guess my prediction was sort of right. Shadow Weaver became basically a magic parasite and while it did increase the power she's capable of the implication seems to be that she needs a constant fix of magic to keep herself going, thus her attachment to the Black Garnet.

Have we seen Micah before? Given how long ago the flashback seems set, the fact that Shadow Weaver didn't kill him and thus he probably becomes someone important later in life, I'm guessing he's Glimmer's dad and the queen's late husband, since I think he's the only important male character whose face we haven't seen yet. Also, he's voice by Ezra from Star Wars Rebels and that cracks me up for some reason. It's the exact same voice and a relatively similar character.

I compared Catra and Shadow Weaver with a kind of twisted version of Zuko and Ozai and that definitely still fits here. Both Catra and Zuko confront their parent and call them out for the inexcusable abuse they put them through but while that moment was the start of Zuko's upwards journey this and SW's betrayal seems like it's going to cause Catra to spiral even further. Makes sense why Adora leaving affected her so much. She's probably the only one Catra's ever had that she could consistently trust and rely on, even if she did somewhat resent her.

Not surprised Hordak is getting along with Entrapta. She's not socially aware enough to be scared or intimidated by him, so she'll speak frankly, and since all she wants to talk about is the machines, experiments, and how they could get them to work Hordak probably doesn't take much issue with that. She's producing results, which is what he cares about, thus also why Shadow Weaver and Catra started losing favor with him. I wonder if Catra is going through imposter syndrome? Shadow Weaver had that line that Entrapta earned her place next to Hordak and, if you think about it, Catra hasn't really "earned" anything. We saw that she didn't really take her training or studies that seriously, showing up late to combat practice and even getting partial credit for what Adora beat. She wasn't promoted to Force Captain because of her own abilities but because Adora had defected when she was supposed to get that title. She's come close to a few victories but never really had any except for Glimmer and Bow's kidnapping...whom she then basically let escape when she returned Adora's sword to her. She doesn't have the slightest clue how the horde's bureaucracy works when trying to get things done, like simply getting troops armor. Given how much better than her Adora always was and how little she herself has to her name, I wonder is subconsciously Catra believes she doesn't deserve her current position and thus why she's fretting so much over trying to prove herself.

Episode 7: Am I mistaken or did Bow's parents say that he's the youngest of TWELVE siblings? I was going to ask whether Bow was adopted or if his dad's used a surrogate or if maybe there's even just simply magic in She-Ra's world that allows two people of the same sex to have a child together but now I'm just focused on the 12 kids thing. I get nervous just imagining myself having more than one. You should see me when I'm with two cats. I have to pet both of them because I'd feel like I'd be making one feel left out and like the other is the favorite. I'm a mess with kids.

The dad with dreadlocks (Lance?), his design looked familiar to me and I finally realized it reminded me a of a fanart design for a human Grim from The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. Very different voices between those two characters though.

I wonder if there's any significance to the robot protecting the crystal having the same design as those in the artic in episode 5? Obviously both have the connection to the First Ones but the robot in the forest who was also protecting First Ones' tech had a more insect-like design over these more worm/Graboid ones.

I'm kind of curious what Hordak would have done if Catra had told the truth. Given his interactions with her and Shadow Weaver he doesn't seem like the time to tolerate failure but I suppose the implication here is that he at least would respect those who own up to their failures. Or I suppose more simply he was just testing to see if she would lie to him and since she did there's little merit in keeping her in a position of authority anymore where she could lie about important things again.

Season 2 verdict: Still enjoying it. Another person on this reddit recommended I view seasons 2 and 3 as one since they are basically just one season split in two. I was going to do that but this ended up longer than I thought I would, so I'll just do 2 and 3 separate to keep them semi-organized and easier to read.

I think overall Catra is my favorite character since she has the most interesting backstory, interactions, and just general path through the story out of everyone. She's like Pearl from Steven Universe or, well, Zuko. There's just so much baggage there that she's trying and kind of failing to deal with. I'm always invested in whatever's happening when she's onscreen. Hordak so far is a good big boss villain for Adora to face but Catra is a good archenemy for her.

Original Reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/PrincessesOfPower/comments/o027y3/going_in_blind_watching_season_2_for_the_first/

[magpiemissy]

“So... This is Love?”

A special request from my darling @rkiveinmarvel 💘💝. I hope you'll like it! I love you😘

WARNINGS: playful teasing (not like that you fools ಠ_ಠ), FLUFF✨ aslo grammatical error if ever hehe. This is my first imagine, so please bare with me...

Summary: Reader is an actress/actor and she's/he's in denial. Keeps saying that she/he has not come to a liking to Loki. Loki can read her/his lies and he kept teasing her/him until she/he confesses and in the end fluff uwu

It's not a normal day for Y/N to not be in the tower due to the fact that they are best friends with the one and only Tony Stark. Yes, you heard it right! You are best friends with the famous Iron Man. Growing up together means like you two are siblings and there is ONE rule that you both promised each other : NO SECRETS! And of course, there's initially teasing for you two's relationship due to being very close. But what will happen if he found out that you have a liking towards a certain God? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“TONY, FOR THE LAST TIME... I DO NOT LIKE LOKI!!!” you argued back. “But why did you blushed when I said Loki is being an ass? What were you thinking Y/N?” Tony playfully ask. “Can you not? It was because the place was getting hot with all your—your fussing around.” You explained annoyed with all his antics. “Ah, ah... You paused a little in that sentence. Aaah~ I thought we agreed on NO SECRETS and that's on PeRiODt!” he said. You just wanted to scream your lungs out. Sometimes like really, you just want to throw Tony out the window. “Just... Shut up already. I'm tired, please.” You said desperately wanting peace. “So much for being an actress/actor, Y/N. How did you even become one?” he exclaimed with a chuckle.

And just on cue, the God himself entered together with the others. Yes, you are also friends with the Avengers.

“What's all the fuss about? We could practically feel the annoying atmosphere while walking here” “Yeah, what's going on and why is Y/N red?” “Are you alright, Lady Y/N? Are you ill?”

So much for having a peaceful day, huh? And what's worst was with all the questions being bombarded to you, you notice that Loki was staring at you all worried and it made you more flustered than ever.

“I'm alright, guys. I'm just tired and I was really hoping for a peaceful day but yeah... I'll just go rest in my room” You said looking down on the floor, embarrassed and flustered.

\\\time skip brought you by Tony's vodka's///

You were in the library reading and relaxing but also having deep thoughts. After your relaxing nap and refreshing shower, you were all at peace now. Sitting by the balcony with an amazing sunset view tea by the table and some poems that you wrote, a very relaxing song playing on the radio, you couldn't ask for more after hectic months of making a movie.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” a velvety voice interrupted your thinking, approaching you with grace and holding a book on the way.

“Yes, yes it is... What are you doing here? You asked feeling nervous and all.

“Can't I enjoy a peaceful day with a beautiful lady whose lonley and who I only am comfortable with? And also, might I add having deep thoughts... What's on your mind, darling?” He explained.

You couldn't stare at his eyes. It's like being in a spell having him around you. Do you really like him? Do you have feelings for Loki? What magic is this? You thought.

You feel your head turning towards his way and as you slowly looked into his view, that's when it hit you. You DO like Loki, you DO have feelings for him. You could just kiss him right now.

“I uhm... I just... You know... Just uhh” you stuttered while try to avoid his gaze.

Loki smirked. I'm doomed. I just got caught.

“You're stuttering, darling. Am I making you nervous?” he said with a low chuckle.

You couldn't look at him anymore due to your red face. You're all tensed and don't really know what to do.

You cleared your throat. “I think Tony's calling me hehe... Uhm I have to go and—” you got caught off by Loki pulling you on to his lap. You stiffened, have a red face like a tomato by now.

“Ah, ah... I asked you a question, darling. Why are you nervous around me? We always do this, I thought you're used to it by now?” you can feel his smirk just by saying those words. It's true though, you should be used to it by now but the difference is just that you like him MORE.

Your's and Loki's relationship is a little complex. Yes, he is a friend but with the constant skin ship some people might think your actually in a relationship with the God. And he does NOT like it when people are always around him. Cuddled up to him when you two are reading, comfortably talking with each other with the things your passionate about,etc.

“What happened, my love? Why are you like this? Why are you nervous? Do you like me?” with that certain question made you blush even more.

On the other side, Loki's plan is working. Teasing you and all just to get you to spit out the words that he wants to hear through the years of being together. It's also quite amusing to him, you being flustered and a stuttering mess. He finds it adorable.

“Hmm... Why are you blushing? Aah~you DO like me, do you?” he teased you even more.

By now you just wanted to burst out. You wanted to tell him but what would the others think, what would the world think? You're an actress/actor for goodness sake! Of course the public would always have the say to it but who cares, right???!!!

You turn your body towards Loki and yes, you were right he was smirking. I suppose he heard everything what you said to Tony, being the God of Mischief and Lies and all, he can sense that you were lying.

You sighed. Hear goes nothing.

“imsorryimallstiffandnervousaroundyouitsjustthatiwasnotcertainofmyfeelingsforyoulatelyandijustdonotknowwhattodoandijustneedtothinkeverythingoutandyesidolikeyou!” you blurted out.

Loki chuckled. “Slow down, darling. Could you say that again, please? I didn't quite hear you.”

You took a breath...

“Okay. Uhm—I'm sorry, for acting like that in front of you. I just was uncertain of the feelings I have for you. And yess, I do like you—” you didn't get to finish your sentence as you could feel Loki's lips on you.

It was soft and sweet. You two were like a puzzle piece that fitted together perfectly. Passion and Love and Gentleness is all you could feel right now.

You two broke apart a few seconds later. Foreheads together, all out of breath after that amazing kiss.

“Huh... You'll never admit that if I didn't notice and tease you and all. So much for being an actress/actor.” he playfully said. “Oh shut up” you shush him with a playful hit on the chest.

“Do want cuddles?” “And a movie night? With snacks?” “Yes” “Okay”

Such a beautiful way to end the day, isn't it? Maybe you should thank Tony for all that times annoying you. So... This is Love, huh?

“I love you” you heard him whisper.

“I love you too, Loki. More than you ever know”

BONUS:

The next day...

“Y/NNNNNNN!!!! WHY IS MY ARMOR IN THE SHADE OF BRIGHT PINK?!?!?!?!” Tony screamed. Running like bolt of lightning in the living room.

“Huh? What are you talking about, Tony? I don't know, why are you asking me?” you said with a smirk plastered on your face.

“I—why would... You just... AARGGH!!!”

“That's what you get for annoying me!”

“I will literally kill you!” “Come catch me first! HAHA” “oh, you son of a bitc—”

You didn't even get him to finish his sentence haha. Dashi run run run...

“Oh Loki, my love... Come, let's go out to the library a couple of blocks aways from here. We can also have an ice cream date.” you said giggling.

Shaking his head with a chuckle he said “Alright, darling but in your next attempt to prank Stark, please count me in.” “Yes, my love.” you said grinning back at him.

Reblog and heart it if you like♡ love y'all!

And that's it! Hope you all like it. Especially my bff, my love lol. This is my first imagine so yeah... Sorry for the errors hehe.

[we-cant-fight-gravity]

How about a HC on the kinks of each camp member, I'm pretty sure even the greatest of villains had a weak, guilty spot somewhere ;P (I don't think it needs any reader interaction but of gender neutral.)

I had actually planned on doing this, so thank you for giving me more of a reason to do it! I’m aware that some of the things I included aren’t really kinks, but I feel like they’re important to mention, none the less. Some people don’t have as many kinks as others, just because I hc them as pretty vanilla. There are also a couple characters that I left out, either because I forgot them or I figured there wouldn’t be that much interest in them anyway. So, sorry Uncle fuckers, it’s just not your day ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Abigail - Facesitting. Will sit on her partner’s face like it’s a fucking throne. She looks real pretty up there too. Dirty Talk. Domination (switch, but she prefers to dom). She’s a very gentle dom, but she makes it very clear as to what she wants. When she’s with John, there’s a constant power struggle. Spanking. Mostly on the receiving end, but might be down to use those hands if her partner is really into it.

Arthur - Praise. Constantly telling his partner what a good girl/boy they are and uses lots of sweet pet names. Mutual Masturbation. He also has a thing for masturbating in front of his partner/to the sight of them, especially early on in the relationship. Light Spanking. The last thing he wants to do is actually hurt his partner. Dirty Talk. He does most of the talking but loves hearing it back as well. Body Worship on both ends. Sometimes he just wants to be told how handsome and sexy he is, ok? 

Charles - Outdoor Sex. Biting. Usually when he gets close to finishing. He mostly does it so he can keep himself quiet. Afterwards, he kisses any mark he may leave on his partner. Light Spanking. He’s got big, strong hands so he has to restrain himself. Edging. Praise. Primal Play. Face Sitting. Loves having his partner up on top of him, paws at their chest as he pleasures them. General Rough Sex (w lots of sweet, loving aftercare to follow). Body Worship. Gets really flustered if he’s on the receiving end, but he enjoys it none the less. 

Dutch - Daddy Kink. Degradation. Gagging. Can’t have his partner waking up the whole camp now, can he? Light Bondage. Spanking/Belting. Lies his partner down on his cot, ass up, and goes to town on them with his belt. If they make any noise, he gags them and goes way harder 👀. Domination (he’s a dom, and not a particularly nice one). 

(Sorry for the cut, there’s just like,,, 13 more of these and I don’t want to annoy people by clogging up their dash with a wall of text!!) 

Grimshaw - Domination (dom, she runs the show, no matter who she’s with). Thinking about the constant power struggle between her and Dutch makes me feel some kinda way. Praise. I don’t think this is a kink, but Scratching. Marks her partners all to Hell. Back, thighs, shoulders when they eat her out… you name it. Dirty Talk. God she loves hearing it but is fucking fantastic at giving it. A true Queen. Face Sitting. Tell her how hot she is while she’s up there and she’ll die. Not an all the time thing, but she digs complete and utter Body Worship now and then because she’s getting a little insecure in her old age. 

Hosea - Slow/Passionate Sex, but in his prime, Hosea used to be a real stud. Not really a kink, per se, but he loves Spooning. He keeps one hand on his partner’s chest, holding them close, and another stimulating them. Has a thing for Toys, though they’re not readily available. Cock rings are his favourite, just because it helps him stay hard longer. Praise. Edging, though he can’t handle it himself. He encourages his partner to hold off, it’s really sweet. Not sure what it’s called, but he has a thing for younger folk. Probably in their mid to late 20s or early 30s.

John - A true king of Power Bottoming. Biting, but that’s just the raccoon in him coming out. His partner needs to get a rabies shot before they have sex. Mostly on his partner’s neck and thighs. General Rough Sex, but also slows it down sometimes. Light/Playful Degradation, nothing too extreme. Even though he’s not super into giving oral, if he’s with a lady he loves Face Sitting. He might be willing to have a male partner sit on his face, but I think he’d really have to be with the right fella. Domination (a switch, but I’m leaning more towards dom). Light Bondage, tie this boy up and ride him!! He goes crazy!!

Javier - Light Knife Play. Mostly just for show, but sometimes he will run it across his partner’s skin and draw a lil bit of blood. He has cut his hand all to Hell fucking you with the handle of his knife before. Daddy Kink (prolly in Spanish 🤤). Domination (he’s a dom, not into being submissive). General Rough Sex. He can be very aggressive, so be warned.  Facesitting. Choking. Usually, he grabs your throat to make you look him in the eyes, especially when he’s about to finish. Praise/Degradation. He goes from calling his partner a whore to ‘mi corazon’ in .0002 seconds flat. Self-proclaimed king of Dirty Talk. 

Karen - Ok this girl is so into Rough Sex I have no idea how she was with Sean. Domination (such a good lil sub, but does like to have control sometimes). Choking. Deepthroating or if she’s with a lady Facesitting. Just likes to be messy in general.  Praise. Likes to receive it, but she can and will give it back. Likes NEEDS to be coddled and told how beautiful she is afterwards, so I’ll throw in Body Worship as well. Light Bondage; she is the prettiest rope bunny. 

Kieran - Mutual Masturbation, especially when the relationship is new. He’s not very experienced, so taking things slow would make him much more comfortable. That being said, Clothed Sex is also a thing that Kieran enjoys. Praise. Outdoor Sex. He loves to sneak away from camp and get it on in a meadow or somewhere else that’s pretty and quiet :,) Domination (he’s a sub and he NEEDS to be told what to do), but he does best with a sweet and gentle dom. Overstimulation, on both ends. Particularly enjoys it when he’s on the receiving end, even though he swears he doesn’t in the moment.

Lenny - My baby boy. I don’t think he’s that kinky tbh. Deepthroating is a big thing for him though. Loves to look at his partner absolutely choke on his length. Which is a little out of character, but we all have our weaknesses. Actually, Oral is a big thing for him in general. He always, always, always, makes sure his partner’s needs are taken care of. The amount of Praise this boy gives is unbelievable. When he gets it back, he gets a little flustered, but it’s surely a soft spot for him. Especially if his partner tells him he’s a good boy, or something similar. He has really long Fingers and loves to have his partner suck on them before he goes to town on them. Lenny is a pretty vanilla boy but I love him anyway.

Mary-Beth - Slow/Passionate Sex. Not exactly a kink, but Erotica. She probably has some of her steamiest encounters written down somewhere. She often touches herself while re-reading them. Body Worship. She can be kinda insecure, so she loves hearing how beautiful she is. On the flip side, if you’re her partner, expect to be treated like a queen/king. Forreal.

Micah - General Rough Sex. Domination (a very, very mean dom). Gun Play. For show, mostly. But sometimes he does have his partner suck off the barrel of one of his guns, that’s hot. Degradation. Deepthroating is probably his biggest weakness. Loves seeing his partner gagging and choking on his cock. He doesn’t feel the least bit bad about it either. Belting/Spanking. He really overdoes it sometimes oops. Orgasm Denial, his partner really has to work for it if they want to cum.

Molly - Praise/Degradation. Call her little pet names and she’ll melt. But also responds well to being called mean names when she’s been ‘bad’. Domination (totally a sub). She likes a dom that will be rough, yet loving with her. Spanking. Bonus points if her partner makes her count the spanks as they go along. Edging. She gets really squirmy and whiny and by the end, she gets really flustered and swears to God that she’ll never do it again, but she always does :)) 

Sadie - General Rough Sex, usually the one to initiate… Y’know. Light Slapping, Spanking, the usual. Domination (dom, but does like to switch it up sometimes). Super into Oral, won’t fuck her partner unless she’s given them a nice sloppy blowjob or left their legs shaking from eating them out. She’s also into receiving. She loves sitting on her partner’s face, but I would describe it more as FaceRiding because she really puts in the extra work up there. Likes to hear her partner use some Dirty Talk. She tries her best to reciprocate, but she gets flustered and can’t do it very well.

Sean - Light Bondage. Another boy that likes to be tied up and ridden. But this one gets very bratty very fast. FaceSitting. He swears he wants to die by being drowned in pussy. Can we make that canon? Loves giving Facials. Always tells his partner how fucking pretty/handsome they look with his cum all over their face. Praise for days. Loves to give it, loves to have it thrown back at him. Especially if he’s going down on his partner. 

Trelawny - Heavy Bondage. Whipping/Cropping. We love a BDSM king. Domination (he’s obv the dom). Idk what to call this, but he has a thing for Fingers. Loves to have his partner suck on them, and vice versa. Expect a lot of fingering in foreplay. Praise. Always tells his partner how good they’re doing, especially when things get intense. Edging/Overstimulation and he will be MEAN about it too. Orgasm Denial if his partner is ‘naughty.’ 

[tintinwrites]

enceinte | Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: My favorite TV show is I Love Lucy, and one of my favorite episodes is when Lucy finds out she’s pregnant and tries to tell Ricky. I’ve been wanting to write something inspired by it, and just got the motivation to do so! It’s not exactly the same, just inspired by it. ‘Enceinte’ is just ‘pregnant’ in French, which is a nod to the show because ‘pregnant’ was a naughty word in the 50′s (super dumb, I know) and the episode was called ‘Lucy Is Enceinte’!

Rating: T

Warning: Naughty words (including pregnant OH NO). Implications of sex obvs.

Word count: 2,239, apparently!!

Summary: Reader tries very, very hard to tell Poe that she’s pregnant.

It was a terrible thing.

It was an awful thing.

It was a thing that came at a horrible time.

It was a thing that came in the middle of war and was such a big risk, such a big distraction.

Yet, as you walked out of the medbay with a hand on your belly, you smiled. No matter how hard you tried to stop smiling, you couldn't. Your boobs hurt like hell and you'd spent the last few weeks completely exhausted, but you just kept grinning like an idiot. The happiest, most terrified idiot in the galaxy.

You had a little berry inside of you; it should have been smaller, but you had been too afraid to acknowledge your obvious problems and get checked right away, so you found out about said berry later than most would. You figured no one should blame you for being in denial, since you and your boyfriend were active members of an army and having a berry just wasn't the best idea for a couple that spent most of their time flying starfighters.

But the berry happened without your permission and you couldn't manage to be angry about it because not only was it a tiny half-you, but you also had a tiny half-Poe inside you. You wondered if it would have his hair or his eyes, or maybe both.

You wouldn't mind if it was all Poe, in looks and personality. Especially personality. You would be honored to raise a kid as half as good as Poe. Or even a quarter as good would still be the perfect child.

Thinking about what your son or daughter would be like made you realize that you were getting ahead of yourself. It would probably be best to start off by telling Poe that you were carrying a little half-him, half-you.

What if he's angry? flitted through your mind briefly. You were in an army, in the middle of a war, in the thick of the action, in almost constant chaos.

How could you bring a baby into that? Even if it was the size of a berry and that was super cute?

And just as your heightened hormones were about to make you cry, you remembered that it was Poe. Good Poe. A-kid-a-quarter-as-good-as-him-would-be-perfect Poe. Would-be-the-best-father Poe.

You would have to tell him eventually anyway. He already noticed how tired and in pain you were, so he was bound to notice when your belly started growing.

The worst thing that could happen was that he might break up with you so he didn't have to deal with the stress of loving something so much during all this.

You pretended that didn't break your heart and carried on in search of Poe.

He was in the command center with a few other pilots. Right, it was a debriefing that you had gotten out of because you were getting checked out in the med bay, and a slightly nervous Poe kissed you a dozen times before he let you go.

Even General Organa's brow was creased with worry as she gave you permission to skip out on the meeting.

You were absolutely terrified going into the medbay and going out; but at least you knew it was a good thing while you were going out.

"Poe?" You moved up behind him, lacing your fingers with his and pressing your face against his shoulder. "Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, 'course."

Your presence got everyone's attention and there were way too many eyes on you. "I mean, in private."

"—yes." Immediately full of concern, he put an arm around you and walked with you to the other side of the room. "What's up?"

"So I've been really tired lately, right?"

"Right."

"Like, I was falling asleep on the mission, so I went to the medbay as soon as we got back, right?"

"Right."

"Well, it turns out that I'm—"

"Poe!" The interruption came from General Organa, who gave you an apologetic look. "We just got a distress call from a planet under attack. We need our best pilots in the air."

"—okay, just a sec." He stayed with you, but you could tell that he was ready to bolt out of the room and get in his ship. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "What did you find out, baby?"

You opened your mouth and paused. Telling him could wait. He probably wouldn't be gone for more than half a day anyway. People in danger were more important than telling him you were pregnant.

You were worried again about how inopportune it all was. What if you and the baby needed him once it was born, but someone out there needed him more?

"Nothing. I'll tell you later."

"Alright. You're okay, though?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Awesome."

He kissed you on the cheek and ran past you, after a couple pilots that had already left as soon as the call came in.

You supposed you would tell him when he got back.

You were almost glad that you were interrupted when trying to tell Poe about the baby.

It wasn't exactly a sweet way to tell him, was it? Pulling him away from a debriefing and then just saying it?

Everything about this pregnancy and child was going to be different. You would have to be extra protective since the First Order would gladly use a child to their advantage, he or she wouldn't exactly be running through fields to play and sitting down with their parents every night for dinner, Poe would often be away on missions, and you weren't sure how long you would stay grounded to care for the baby before you were ready to also be away on missions.

So if most of it wasn't going to be normal, you wanted to have at least one thing; you wanted to tell Poe in a romantic, sweet way.

Maybe if he was upset, the way you told him would soften it.

You had a whole dinner set up in your shared quarters — the food was from the dining hall and so was the table, which you convinced Snap to drag to your room.

You passed by General Organa on the way and she gave you this look that any woman who'd ever been pregnant would probably give. You guessed you weren't being subtle.

Now you were sitting at the table, tapping your fingers on it in impatience as you waited for Poe to get back.

He arrived still in his flight suit, sweaty and suspiciously dirty, and came over to give you a kiss on the cheek. "Leia told me you had dinner waiting. You didn't have to do that, baby."

"I wanted to." You were glad the general was helping you out, even if you now had the task of rubbing a layer of dirt off your face. "What the hell did you do?"

"Ah, got dragged around a little bit. I'm good, but I need a shower." He started towards the refresher attached to the room.

"Wait! Your food will get cold."

"I'll be ten minutes."

"Poe."

"Five minutes."

You slammed your fist down on the table and he froze, looking back at you nervously. "Sit. Down."

Having never heard you growl in such a way, he quickly walked to the table and sat down across from you, shifting in his chair. "Is everything...okay, Y/N?"

"Yes. Just..." You took a deep breath, reaching across the table to grab his hand. "I have some good news, Poe. At least...I think it's good news. I mean, it's not the best news. It's definitely unexpected news, but—"

"You're rambling, sweetheart." Yet he gave you the most loving smile in the galaxy for it.

"Sorry...okay. Poe, I'm—"

"Poe!" A pilot ran into the room, grinning. "Come on, man! Our game of sabacc starts in two minutes!"

"Shit, I forgot. I'll be there, Y/N was just about to tell me something."

"Uh..." You were being looked at expectantly by both Poe and the pilot, who you didn't really know enough to tell him you were pregnant. "Go play your game. I'll tell you later."

He lifted your hand and kissed it. "I'll be back in a couple hours, then I'm all yours."

You smiled, only dropping your head into your hands once he was out of the room. Maybe you could tell him during sex or something.

Your next idea was the dumbest idea anyone had ever had, but it was almost guaranteed to get and keep Poe's attention.

Poe liked sex. He liked sex with you. He liked seeing you naked. He liked being the one to undress you.

That was why you were in the refresher, writing on your stomach with some paint you'd found. It was supposed to be for propaganda posters, but you figured it would be okay to use just a little.

The words 'I'm pregnant' stood out in blue, backwards in the mirror, before you rolled your sleep shirt down. You couldn't come up with anything more creative than that.

You stepped out of the 'fresher and stopped in the doorway, playing with the hem of your shirt. "Poe? Honey?" You used your most suggestive voice; the one that made him look up from whatever he was doing with a big grin because he knew you were horny.

Only he didn't move from his face down position on the bed.

"Poe? Baby?" You walked to the bed, stroking his back and feeling him breathe evenly under your touch. "Wake up." You leaned down to nibble at his neck.

"Mmm...fuck...yeah, baby, lemme just get my pants off..."

You smiled against his skin, nuzzling him. "Take off my shirt first."

There was no response and his breathing remained even.

He kept on sleeping.

You could have shaken him until he was wide awake, but if he was this exhausted, he needed his sleep.

With a soft huff, you walked around the bed and gently plopped down onto the mattress, wiggling under the covers.

You were just going to wait until the baby came out. It could be the one to tell him.

You had to tell him.

You didn't care what he was doing or who interrupted, you were just going to say it.

Imagine your surprise when he ran past you just as you were looking for him.

You didn't even know it was him until you turned to watch the person go and recognized the dark, curly hair.

You ran right after him because you were going to tell him.

"Poe!"

"Busy, sweetheart!"

"I need to tell you something!"

"You can tell me as soon as I get back!"

"I've tried to tell you a bunch of times already!"

"I'm sorry! I'll be back tonight!"

You were out of breath by the time you ran out to the hangar, watching as Poe climbed into his X-wing. "Poe! I'm fucking pregnant!"

That was so not how you wanted to tell him. Especially because everyone around you froze, including him, holding his helmet just above his head.

His helmet was quickly forgotten to the side as he vaulted out of the cockpit and jumped to the ground, running to you. "Baby...baby, no..." He didn't sound angry or disappointed. He sounded in disbelief, like you were about to tell him it was some joke.

You weren't sure when you started crying, but you were already sobbing. "Yes." You grabbed his hand and put it on your stomach. "We're having a baby."

"A baby..." He stared, then fell to his knees and pressed kisses to your belly.

"Poe." So many eyes were on you, and embarrassment was mixing with happiness. "You're not angry?"

"'Course not! I mean, I gotta admit, it's not the best time, but...we'll figure this out. When did you find out?"

"A week ago."

"A week—"

"Don't you dare. I've been trying to tell you, but you keep getting distracted."

"Oh, shit, that's what you were trying to tell me?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry." He stood up, taking hold of your hands. "I'm gonna be a dad?"

"Yes."

He looked at you like you told him something he'd been waiting all his life to hear, pulling you to his chest and holding you tightly.

You only cried harder. "It's the size of a berry. Or, at least, it was...I don't know what it's the size of now. A big berry?"

"Oh, fuck, I love you." He pulled away just to kiss you deeply. "I love our baby."

"Dameron, we gotta go!"

He stepped back and looked at you apologetically. "We'll talk about this when I get back. We can celebrate...if you want to celebrate? And we can figure this out. We'll be okay." He started to go after you nodded, but moved back and gave you another kiss.

"Poe! Get out of here."

"Yes, ma'am." He jogged off towards his ship, grabbing a pilot who just came back from a mission by the shoulder, shaking him. "She's having my baby!" Then he continued to his X-wing and climbed up the ladder.

It was a terrible thing.

It was an awful thing.

It was a thing that came at a horrible time.

But you and Poe were going to be parents, and while you both knew it was going to be hard, you would figure it out.

"I'm gonna be a fucking dad!"

You would definitely figure it out.