#i loved snooping and reading everyone’s answers

[grimmweepers]

SELF-SHIP GAME!

Latest self-ship: …I’ve been on the fence about this one but….Tsubakino Tasuku

Favorite self-ship trope: Well two of my self-ships don’t even involve humans so I guess Immortal x Mortal? Forbidden love? Slow burn? Soulmate?

Longest running self-ship: RYU X SUKUNA BAYBEE. My first self-ship commission ever was that masterpiece on my Ryukuna page

The self-ship you never saw coming: TSUBAKI. like i came for umemiya and togame, but stayed for tsubaki. his arc just did something to me. and i mean… friends to lovers… 👀 i’m pansexual and i hc him to be the same… we’re very open and there’s been many a nights where we’ve chit chatted about cute boys.

The f/o you no longer self-ship with: Hm, I always fall in and out Fyodor from BSD. Only because my self-ship started turning into oc x canon (which is fine!) but she stopped feeling like me at some point. I have a comm of them together but her appearance basically looks like me 💀 one day I might share

Open tags!

SELF-SHIP GAME!

Latest self-ship:

Favorite self-ship trope:

Longest running self-ship:

The self-ship you never saw coming:

The f/o you no longer self-ship with:

[velvetures]

could i request a ghost x “strawberry/cutecore/hello kitty” reader?! basically just everything is pink and they are super bubbly :>

pls and ty 🙏🏻

Simon "Ghost" Riley & Cutecore/Hyperfeminine Aesthetic

a/n: I loved this request... but it was my first attempt at the aesthetic/vibe as a whole and I'm not sure if I hit the mark. I used this pic as my inspo. ):( Summary: What it's like for Ghost to have an "everything in pink, please." gf, and what kind of feelings go along with it. TW's: suggestive content 18+ ONLY, established relationship, possessiveness?, def not proofread (the usual), fem!reader.

Of all the women that Simon ever entertained the thought of being, one like you didn’t initially even present itself as a remotely interesting option. The idea of someone such much different from himself sounded like nothing less than a good way of fucking up someone else’s -otherwise- normal life by inserting himself into it. You just always seemed so damn happy and excited about even the smallest of things; Practically amplifying the good feelings floating around in the air and blasting them right back at him. Never without something pink on and dressed up like you were minutes away from attending some kind of fairy party literally scared Ghost away from having anything to do with you.

You on the other hand, weren’t exactly sure what it was that made Ghost so averse to speaking to you more than a few words at a time. Yet made it your very private little mission of sorts to snoop and poke around until you found some kind of answer as to why such a massive and expertly lethal man couldn’t bear to stand within arms reach of you. He just intrigued you for some reason or another. Only getting glimpses of the man’s real self in his eyes -the only visible part of him- and having to make your next moves based off of nothing more than gut-feelings and the hope that you were reading his signals correctly.

At first, it crossed your mind that your preferred aesthetic of sorts could be a bit of the problem. For most people it might appear a bit too much, and when looking at Ghost dressed almost head to to in black with a skull painted on his masked face… there was good reason to assume it in the first place. What you didn’t know was that it was so much deeper than your affinity for lace-trimmed socks, Mary Jane’s, pearls, and practically anything hyper-feminine and in a shade of pink. Ghost didn’t believe you were weak or predisposed to acting childish. You held a massively significant job in journalism and worked harder than most people he knew at what you did. You just happened to enjoy everything around you looking like some damn cotton-candy tea party.

What bothered him was your sweet personality and an intrinsic value he held for just how fucking innocent you were towards him and everyone else around you. People could be utterly horrible right to your face, and you’d silently keep the hurt to yourself and never fight back against what they’d done. Revenge wasn’t something you cared for, while it was essential to Ghost’s motivation in his work and private life. For a long time he couldn’t balance his morals of being involved with you at all with the thoughts in the back of his mind about how much he might twist and form you into something unrecognizable. Something a lot less… pink. A person that didn’t enjoy such small little things like how a skirt had small pink flowers embroidered on it, or if the little bows you’d stick in your hair had a lace fringe on the edges.

Oh but how things changed when Ghost finally couldn’t stand looking at you without thinking about how nice it would be to have his arm wrapped around you, pulling you tight up against him to keep everyone from staring. The Lieutenant always had a weak spot for you and your sugar-sweet personality and looks. But goddamn did he start loving the color pink more than a professional murderer should. All the hues and tones of that fucking color began reminding him of you no matter where he was, or what he was doing. For the longest time, he’d been worried that he would be the one that changed you, all the while he was too deep inside his own mind to recognize that you were the one controlling the direction things were headed.

Just looking at you made him shudder with feelings of possessiveness and adoration. Standing there happy as could be with thigh-high white socks and a fluffy pink skirt, all dressed up just to go out to eat at a little late-night pub because he couldn’t stand the idea of having to show his face in the bright daylight. You knew to a certain extent that Ghost appreciated the way you lived your life just a bit more feminine than average… but the depths of his thoughts and ideas about you were surface level to say the least. He just knew what you looked like clinging to his arm walking down the street; His polar opposite and yet so happy to be close to him. A darling smile… pretty and glossed lips… frilly things on almost every piece of clothing you wore and just utterly adorable to him.

Knowing that gave him… fantasies.

Wanting to see all of the things he could buy for you to wear for him. Dress you up almost like his own little doll and get to show you off to anyone who’d look, only to have the pleasure of threatening them to do more than take one good glance. So delectable, squeezable; but for him and him alone. You were the princess Simon didn’t realize he wanted and unlocked this strange and insatiable urge to spoil the fuck out of you with every pretty pink or glittery thing you could wish for, just so he could take you home and watch you try it all on for him while sipping a bourbon on the couch.

Fuck… There wasn’t a better way to spend an evening. Well, almost.

Perfect didn’t count unless he got to see you under him, laying back on pink silk sheets you’d been adamant about buying for his house, watching your eyes roll back with every moment he made. Damn if he couldn’t make it more than fifteen minutes without needing to calm himself down, before needing to put you on your hands and knees so those pretty little fucking faces you made wouldn’t make him finish before he got started. If he was lucky he could leave hot and pink handprints on your ass for making him feel so good. Simon knew you weren’t sheltered. But to him you were still innocent. Kind in so many ways he didn’t comprehend or believe was humanly possible. For fuck’s sake, you allowed him to come into your life.

Him with his scarred hands, bullet holes, shitty disposition. A man who preferred destruction and death for it’s permanence and certainty. Simon, with his need to hide his own face and go by a name that lacked humanity. All of him starkly contrasted you in so many ways it made him spin with confusion and oftentimes guilt. Questioning why he’d been so weak as to touch you in the first place. Allow himself the chance at someone so full of life who could see the world -literally- through rose-colored lenses.

Yet you brought forth happiness and fulfillment that the soldier hadn’t found in his years of searching desperately for a purpose. He found someone he could visually see, and palpably touch who hadn’t been torn down or beaten into submission in one way or another. Sweet and innocent you had found such a simple yet powerful way of living life the way you wanted to. Ghost felt like he could protect you. Not only in the genuine aspect of loving you so much that he got physically ill at the thought of losing you to anything; but also because you were so full of life and love to give to everyone around you. He needed you. Selfishly. Then again, there needed to be more softness and genuine innocence and happiness too. And so long as he was alive and breathing, he’d always make sure you were safe.

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[ricflairdrip20]

Shattered Heart, Solid Friends - Emily Prentiss x Reader

sypnosis: After discovering her boyfriend’s infidelity, a woman leans on her friend Emily for support. As they share a night out, the bond between them strengthens, helping her find solace in friendship amidst heartbreak.

You’ve been dating your boyfriend for seven months, and everything felt like a dream come true. He was older—just your type—and had a way with words that left you weak in the knees. Unlike guys your age, he had it all: a job, a car, and a sense of direction that matched your high standards.

But lately, that dream was starting to crack.

He’d been coming home late, always glued to his phone, offering vague excuses about work stress. At first, you didn’t want to overthink it. Everyone has bad weeks, right? But as a profiler, you couldn’t ignore the patterns. He wasn’t just stressed. He was hiding something.

You told yourself you wouldn’t be that girlfriend—the one who snoops through messages or accuses without proof. But doubt had a way of gnawing at you, growing louder with every late-night text he hurried to hide.

Desperate for answers, you found yourself outside Penelope Garcia’s office.

Her world was a stark contrast to the horrors the BAU faced daily. Bright colors, fuzzy pens, and an army of stuffed animals filled her space with warmth. It was your refuge after long, dark days, and today, you hoped she’d lend her light to your dilemma.

“Hey, Garcia,” you said, stepping inside.

“Y/N! How’s it going, love?” she greeted, spinning her chair around with a bright smile.

“Alright…” you hesitated, the words catching in your throat. “Actually, I need a favor.”

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Anything for you, sugar plum! Spill the tea.”

You took a breath. “I think my boyfriend’s cheating on me.”

She gasped, her hand flying to her chest.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded, guilt and frustration twisting in your gut.

“Yes… but I don’t know for sure. That’s the problem. Listen, you’re amazing at what you do, and I hate to ask for something so personal. But I have to know.”

Penelope’s wide-eyed concern softened into determination.

“Of course, sweet pea. Where do we start?”

“His text messages… and maybe his social media. He’s on Instagram and Pinterest.”

She spun her chair to her keyboard, her fingers flying over the keys like a concert pianist. You watched in awe as screens filled with lines of code and login prompts. Less than ten seconds later, Penelope leaned back with a triumphant smile, her colorful nails tapping on the edge of the desk.

“Well, he did delete a few things. Let’s take a look, shall we?”

You pulled a chair closer to the screen, your breath hitching as your eyes scanned the messages. Your heart plummeted. Suggestive texts. Logs filled with inappropriate photos without showing their faces. You gripped the edge of the desk, your stomach twisting in knots.

With trembling fingers, you reached for the mouse and scrolled further, every line of text confirming what you already suspected. He’d been acting off for weeks, and now the truth was staring you in the face.

The messages revealed where he met her—his new co-worker. The flirtation had started innocently enough but quickly escalated into something more. Your chest tightened as you read their exchanges, each word a dagger to your heart.

“She doesn’t have to know.”

“Let’s keep it a secret.”

You bit your lip hard, fighting back tears as the finality of it hit you. He wasn’t just unfaithful—he was intentional, calculated, willing to betray you without hesitation.

This wasn’t the man you thought you knew. The proof was right there, glaring at you, and with it came the cruel realization: he didn’t value you the way you valued him.

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry,” Garcia whispered, her voice thick with emotion as tears welled in her eyes. She reached out as if to comfort you, her empathy shining through. Garcia was always like that—a flower blooming in a field of inhumanity. It was one of the things you loved most about her.

You swallowed hard, blinking back your own tears as you scrolled further. Then you saw her.

The woman in the pictures made your chest ache with a sharp, almost physical pain. She was stunning—blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, a perfect smile. The kind of beauty that turned heads effortlessly.

Typical.

Your gaze flickered to the reflection of your own hazel eyes in the darkened screen, framed by your brunette hair. A cruel voice in the back of your mind whispered that you couldn’t compare. You knew better than to go down that road, but the questions clawed at you anyway. What does she have that I don’t? Why wasn’t I enough?

The answer hit you with the force of a wrecking ball.

The next message spelled it out in painful detail: how much he admired her personality, her talent, her looks. Every word chipped away at your sense of self.

You couldn’t stop the spiral now. Was it really her, or was it you?

You stared at the screen, the betrayal sinking in like a knife twisting in your chest. The man of your dreams—the one who once made you feel invincible—had willingly destroyed everything you thought you had.

It was like something inside you died.

Your chest tightened as your mind spiraled, conjuring images of what they might be doing now. A motel? His car? The thought made your stomach churn. You reached for one of Garcia’s colorful trinkets, fiddling with it as if the motion could ground you, but the dread only grew heavier.

“Are you okay?” Garcia’s voice was soft, her hand gentle as it rested on your arm.

You sniffled, nodding even though it was a lie.

“I’ll be back,” you managed, your voice cracking as you pushed back your chair.

Without waiting for a response, you hurried to the ladies’ bathroom, the tears finally spilling over as you shut the stall door behind you.

You took a shaky breath, though it came out in uneven shudders.

Tears spilled relentlessly down your cheeks as the scene replayed in your mind, over and over, like a cruel loop you couldn’t escape. The messages. The pictures. Her face.

Your boyfriend—no, the man you thought you knew—was seeing someone else.

He must’ve gotten bored of you. That was the only explanation, wasn’t it? She was everything you weren’t: blonde, dazzling, confident. The kind of woman who lit up a room just by walking into it.

You clung to the memories of everything you’d done to prove your love. The thoughtful gestures, the unwavering support, the loyalty you gave without hesitation. You had given him your whole heart, your whole world, and yet…

It still wasn’t enough.

You heard the creak of the bathroom door opening, followed by a familiar voice.

“Hey… are you okay?”

It was Emily. Her tone was soft, cautious, like she already knew the answer.

You didn’t bother hiding your tears or pretending to be fine.

“No,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

There was a pause, then a gentle offer.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You hesitated, taking a few deep, shaky breaths to steady yourself. Then, with trembling hands, you unlocked the stall door and stepped aside, letting her in.

“Oh… what happened?” Emily’s voice was soft, full of concern, as she gently stepped closer.

Your voice cracked as you tried to explain, the words tumbling out between shuddering breaths. You told her everything—the messages, the photos, and the crushing realization that the man you loved wasn’t who you thought he was.

Tears streamed down your face as you wiped at them with trembling hands, your throat tightening with every word. Emily didn’t say anything, just pulled you closer, offering silent comfort.

You let your head rest against her shoulder, your hand awkwardly supporting it as you leaned into her. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep you from falling apart entirely.

“I’m sorry,” you began, your voice trembling. “I shouldn’t have used the work computer for something so personal. I just feel so—”

Emily gently pulled back, her hands on your shoulders as she looked you directly in the eyes.

“Hey, hey, no. Don’t feel sorry. If anyone should be sorry, it’s him. Your boyfriend—who, by the way, I’m really hoping will soon be your ex.”

You managed a weak nod, your voice cracking. “But… I love him.”

Emily’s expression softened, her voice low and steady.

“I know. Of course you do. You invested so much of your time and feelings into him. It’s only natural to feel that way.”

You nodded again, the tears continuing to flow freely down your face. Without hesitation, Emily pulled you into another hug, her arms wrapping around you firmly but gently.

In her embrace, you felt an unexpected sense of safety—a warmth that reminded you of being a child, nestled against your mother’s shoulder, the one place in the world where nothing could hurt you.

For a moment, the pain didn’t feel so overwhelming.

Emily offered a small smile as she pulled back from the hug.

“How about we go to lunch?” she suggested gently. “Just to talk. Get your mind off things.”

You hesitated for a moment, but the kindness in her eyes was enough to convince you.

“Okay,” you whispered, nodding.

Lunch with Emily helped, if only for a little while. Talking through your feelings with her gave you a moment to breathe, but the weight of everything still lingered.

Later, when you returned home, you knew what you had to do.

Confronting him was harder than you imagined. The moment you mentioned the messages, his face hardened, defenses up immediately. What began as a tense discussion quickly escalated into a full-blown argument. Words were hurled back and forth—accusations, denials, and anger filling the air like a storm you couldn’t escape.

Finally, your voice cracked as you shouted the last thing you had to say, your heart breaking with every word. Then, without another look, you grabbed your things and stormed out of the house, the door slamming shut behind you.

The night air was cool against your tear-streaked face as you walked away, unsure of where you were going—only knowing you couldn’t stay.

You let the wind guide you as you kept walking, unsure of where to go. A bar? A hotel? A friend’s house? Each option felt distant, unappealing. Family wasn’t an option either—your parents were in Nashville, and the rest of your family lived all the way in Italy.

Your feet ached as you spotted a bus stop a few feet ahead. Just as you were about to settle there for a moment’s rest, the sound of a car slowing down beside you made your heart race.

Adrenaline surged through you as you thought of worst-case scenarios. A lone woman walking in the dark, carrying personal belongings—it was a recipe for disaster. As an FBI agent, you’d seen enough cases to know how these stories often ended. Your mind raced, mentally praying that your name wouldn’t end up on the bulletin board while your friends worked to solve your case.

“Y/N?”

The voice startled you, but it was familiar.

You turned toward the car as the window rolled down, and relief washed over you like a wave.

“Emily?”

She nodded, her eyes scanning your face with concern.

“Get in,” she urged softly. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

You opened the back door of Emily’s car, carefully placing your bags inside before sliding into the passenger seat. The faint smell of her vanilla air freshener was oddly comforting, a small reminder of familiarity in the chaos of the night.

Emily glanced at you, her brow furrowing as she took in your tear-streaked face.

“You okay?” she asked gently, though the answer was already written all over you.

You let out a shaky breath, your voice heavy with exhaustion.

“I dumped him,” you admitted, your words raw. “As expected, he denied everything. Then we argued. It got… ugly.”

Emily nodded slowly, her hands resting on the steering wheel as she gave you space to continue if you wanted.

“Good,” she said softly after a moment. “Not that it got ugly—but that you stood up for yourself.”

You nodded, wiping at your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Where would you like to go?” Emily asked softly, her tone calm and patient.

“Honestly? Anywhere is fine,” you replied, your voice still shaky.

She glanced at you, then asked, “Are you hungry?”

You nodded again, not trusting yourself to speak.

Emily didn’t press further. She simply started the car, letting the quiet hum of the engine fill the space between you. The silence wasn’t awkward; it was comfortable, a moment to gather yourself.

After a short drive, she pulled into the parking lot of a cozy restaurant, the warm glow of the sign reading Nonna’s Trattoria. The sight stirred something inside you—a bittersweet pang of familiarity.

You looked at her, touched by the gesture. “Nonna’s?”

Her lips curved into a small smile. “Thought it’d be nice. You could use a little taste of home.”

“Thank you. Really,” you said, your voice soft but sincere. “You’ve been so thoughtful to me.”

Emily smiled warmly, her eyes filled with reassurance.

“Always.” She gestured toward the restaurant. “Shall we?”

You nodded, a faint smile tugging at your lips as you both stepped out of the car and into the inviting glow of the restaurant.

The host greeted you with a cheerful smile. “Welcome to Nonna’s! Table for two?”

“Yes, please,” you replied, your voice steadying for the first time in hours.

As you followed the host to your table, the comforting aroma of garlic, basil, and freshly baked bread began to ease the weight in your chest, if only just a little.

As you sat down, you couldn’t help but notice some familiar faces among the staff, including one of the elderly waitresses who always greeted you warmly when you visited. Her presence brought a small wave of comfort, a reminder of simpler, happier times.

When she came to take your order, you smiled and spoke in Italian, letting the words roll off your tongue naturally.

“Un’acqua per lei e un aperitivo per me. Grazie.”

The waitress’s face lit up, her warm smile deepening the lines around her eyes. “Che bello sentirlo,” she replied, jotting down your order.

Emily watched with a soft smile, her admiration clear. “I’ll never get over how effortlessly you do that.”

You chuckled lightly, the sound surprising even yourself. “It’s second nature, I guess.”

“I actually speak Italian, too,” Emily said with a small grin. “Though it’s pretty limited. Parlo anche francese, spagnolo, arabo, e russo. But my Russian? Let’s just say it needs some work.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Che poliglotta! And your Italian sounds great. Parli bene italiano.”

“Grazie.” Emily smiled, leaning back slightly. “So, tell me more about yourself.”

You hesitated for a moment, then began. “Well, I grew up in Nashville, so I have a soft spot for country music... but I also love heavy metal.”

Emily’s eyes lit up. “So do I!”

“Really?” you asked, sitting up straighter, excitement bubbling in your chest.

“Yes!” she laughed. “I’m sorry—go ahead.”

You smiled, thrilled to discover another shared interest. “So, even though I’m from Nashville, my parents are from Italy. They immigrated here a few years before I was born. When I was little, I went to live with the rest of my family in Italy for a few years to really experience the culture.”

“That’s amazing,” Emily said, clearly intrigued.

“I loved it there,” you continued, your voice softening with nostalgia. “Last time I visited was last summer, to see la mia famiglia. I miss them already.”

“I’m sure you do,” Emily said, her tone understanding. “I miss my family too. The BAU can be so demanding. Abito da sola e amo la mia indipendenza, but… I’ve been thinking about getting a cat. I want company.”

Your eyes lit up, a genuine smile breaking through the weight of the day. “Oh my gosh, I love cats too! They’re the cutest things ever.”

Emily chuckled. “Looks like we keep finding things in common.”

When the waitress returned, you ordered your meal in Italian, your accent flawless. “Penne alla vodka vegana, per favore.”

Emily followed with her own order, glancing at you with a playful smile as she spoke. “Polenta, grazie.”

The waitress nodded with approval. “You two speak beautifully,” she said, before heading off with your orders.

Emily leaned back, a twinkle in her eye. “Okay, so cats, music, and languages. What else do we have in common?”

“I do recall you complaining about dairy,” Emily said, raising an eyebrow. “Are you lactose intolerant?”

You nodded with a small smile. “Yep. It’s not a big deal, though—I can handle most things as long as they don’t involve cow’s milk.”

Emily leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “What is it about cow’s milk, anyway? Why not cashew milk or almond milk? They’re so much better.”

You chuckled, shrugging. “Beats me. People are obsessed with it, though. Maybe it’s a comfort thing?”

Emily smirked. “Or maybe they just haven’t discovered the joys of oat milk yet.”

You laughed, grateful for the lighthearted moment amidst the emotional weight of the day.

After finishing your meal, a heavy silence settled between you. You looked down at your plate for a moment, then lifted your gaze to Emily, your expression softening.

“Emily, I really appreciate you taking me out tonight. I had a great time. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Emily smiled, but her eyes held a sincerity that matched yours. “Anytime, really. You know that. Would you like to crash at my place tonight?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you hesitated. “No, I wouldn’t want to impose…”

Emily waved off your concern with a soft laugh. “Hey, it’s no trouble at all. It’s better than walking around all night or paying for a hotel. You need somewhere safe to rest, and you’re always welcome with me.”

You smiled, your heart feeling a little lighter despite the weight of the day.

“Thank you, really,” you said, your voice soft but sincere.

Despite the worst heartbreak of your life, a quiet sense of gratitude filled you. In the midst of all the chaos, you were thankful to have a friend like Emily—someone who didn’t hesitate to be there when you needed it most.

[luckytiggertalia]

Named, but Nameless

1.2k homelander x reader, sfw, fluff, headcanons about his birth name, a canon conversation between my oc and homelander written in an x reader format, she/her reader

Gaining such a strong connection with another human, after Madelyn, was something Homelander was convinced would never happen again nor would he ever try again. The fragility of human life and the strength of a supe never mixed well. Like water and oil, so close and yet always separate. Life and love didn't care about that, though. Life and love were the reciprocating shakers, vibrating and agitating the oil and water until they were as incorporated as possible. 

His couch was the shaker, and his knee was doing the shaking, bouncing up and down in rhythmic thumps. The foreign feeling of tightness in his chest overwhelmed him. He was a God. Why the hell was he feeling all these human emotions? What reason did he have to be so anxious? Beside him was nothing more than his mortal. He was stronger than her. He was braver than her. He could do anything and everything she couldn't. So why couldn't he respond to one simple question?

"Answer me.. please. Are you okay?" she said after concluding that he would stay silent. Her voice was laced with worry, with her brows knitted together. "Homelander?"

His supe name rolled off her tongue so deliciously, despite the name being admittedly bulky. Her voice carried that name through his every vein and artery, but the tightness in his chest remained. That was his name. He was Homelander. And yet, after gaining such a connection to her, the name felt… wrong. Perhaps it was the cliché of superheroes to have secret identities. Starlight had one, "Annie" they called her. Black Noir did, too, "Earving". Was his name worthy of being a secret identity?

"Homelander?" she repeated, speaking more sternly. She reached out to him, placing her hand over his bouncing knee, knowing all too well that she couldn't still it.

"John.." he said, his voice hushed.

"John?" she repeated.

Homelander grimaced, hearing her say it. This was a mistake. He said it too impulsively, and now it was too late to take it back. 

"J.. John. It's my birth name. Use it. If you want, I mean." The uncertainty in his voice made him sick. He sounded so pathetic, so unsure, so human. 

She didn't speak, instead just trying to read his expression. The silence sickened him. Was she judging him for his name? Was the name too simple or boring for her? He had never exactly told a partner his real name. They always seemed to just find out, whether by accident or by snooping. He had hoped being the one to tell this lover his name would feel liberating. Oh, how wrong he was. This felt suffocating. This felt like his identity was being forced upon him. This felt like that damned cage he was kept in as a child. John. John Doe. Named, but nameless. A science experiment with no sense of self. Only pain. Torment. Abuse. 

"Do you want me to call you that?" her voice rang out, presumably noticing how uncomfortably he stirred from her silence. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. Her knowing and using his assigned name was supposed to be the next step, and yet he wanted to say "no". Needed to say "no". 

"It's okay if you don't want me to, baby. I'm okay with just calling you Homelander."

His brow furrowed as he groaned, slamming his hands on the couch and forcing himself to his feet.

"No! No, you aren't… you aren't fucking getting it!" Homelander paced, his hand up near his mouth as he chewed on the leather of his crimson glove. "It isn't enough. 'Homelander' isn't enough! Everyone calls me that… Everyone uses that name. It's not special!" He hardly knew if he was making any sense to her. He wasn't even making any sense to himself. He knew he had no reason to get upset or frustrated because of something as trivial as a name, and yet he couldn't help it. He felt like a child. 

"Sweetheart, hey. It's alright. Let me try and understand, okay? Come here," she beckoned, arms opened and inviting. 

His teeth sunk harshly into the leather, his pacing slowing down as he glanced toward her. He stood still before going to reclaim his spot beside her, leaning into her warmth with his nose pressing into her neck. 

"Alright… So no 'John', and 'Homelander' isn't special enough. We could go with a nickname? I've used 'Homie' in the past. How about that one?"

The vibrations of her throat and the sound of her calmly beating heart soothed his unease. Always a problem solver, this one. The world would be damned if she ever couldn't find a solution to something.

"No… I like 'Homie', but it's still not special enough. I… I guess I want something more private. Just for us."

"Ah, I see." 

Silence again, but this time he knew she was just thinking. He didn't speak either, curious to see what his partner would come up with. She often surprised him with her ideas and suggestions and he hoped she would surprise him here, too. 

She broke the silence, "How about… Johnny? It is close to ‘John’, but far enough away to be special, and private, of course.”

The corner of his lip quirked in surprise. "Johnny?" he repeated, lifting his head off her shoulder. He had to fight back the smile forcing its way onto his lips. 

"Yeah! Johnny. I think it's cute, personally."

Homelander bit the inside of his cheek, averting his eyes all while turning his head away from her. That smile won and sat plastered across his lips. Hearing her say it again made a warmth blossom from his chest and spread to his every extremity. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. It wasn't any spectacular nickname at all, rather common really, and yet it sat with him. The tightness and anxiety he had felt was quickly forgotten. 

"I mean, we can try it," he said with an attempt at sounding indifferent. He leaned back against the couch, head still turned away from her.

His response earned a small laugh from her, "We'll try it, then." He heard her leaning closer and saw her hand coming around out of his peripheral. Soft and tender, her hands held his face as if he were a fragile, porcelain doll. She turned his head to look at her, her eyes filled with nothing but affection and love for him. They stared deep into the blues of his own. Instinctively, his head leaned deeper into her hold, lips centimeters away from her palm.

"I love you, Johnny…" 

That…

It rolled off her tongue, her lips… It glided through the air like a feather. His eyes grew wider and softer, lips parting as he took it all in. Her voice echoed throughout his psyche. He latched onto the soundwaves, never wanting to forget how beautiful her words sounded. His mind felt numb and he felt a high he’d never experienced before. He felt lightheaded in the best way possible. All that combined with the softness and love in her eyes made him feel as if he would faint right in her arms. He leaned deeper into her touch, reaching a hand up to press hers harder into his cheek. He kissed her palm, lips smiling against her skin. 

I love you, Johnny…

"I love you too, my darling…"

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Jeonghan: Sold (Part Five)

Characters: Jeonghan x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, fluff, angst, reader is referred to as ‘blue’, mentions of death, mentions of human trafficking, lots of mentions of abuse, reader's been through the wringer lmao

Word count: 4,559

Summary: If Jooyeon and Baekhyun never went snooping around the black market, they would’ve never discovered the human trafficking ring and wanted to help. They would’ve never discovered you inside one of the many cages full of people, and Jeonghan would’ve never went against the alphas and demanded they help. But for you, Jeonghan would do anything, even if it means bringing back trouble from a past he never knew about.

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He felt guilty metaphorically keeping you caged up at the house, but Jeonghan wasn’t taking any risks with you. The market was off limits for you – no exceptions. Maybe he could find one in a different region of the Capitol, but at that point, it seemed basically pointless to even go because of how long the trek would be.

However, you seemed perfectly happy as is. You loved going outside and watching his brothers chop wood or weed the garden, or whatever their chores for the day were.

“Why don’t you pull your weight, Hannie?” Mingyu would call, shirtless and sunburnt with sweat dripping down his skin as he stood upright with an ax in one hand.

Jeonghan would stay standing in his spot behind you, his arms around your waist – you learned he was very touchy, but it made you feel safer somehow – as he watched his brothers with a shit-eating grin, “No, I have to look after Blue.”

Even though you said you were fine with the name Blue, Jeonghan kept trying to think of a new name for you. He didn’t want to have Blue stick with you because he felt like it would just keep that awful part of your life attached to you. He was going to give you a better, happier life, and Blue would be left behind with it. 

However, Jeonghan still didn’t have any answers about your past. He didn’t want to ask too many questions, but he wanted to know everything about you. Not just because he wanted to get to the bottom of this strange fear of yours, but just because he really did want to know everything about you.

Meanwhile, you were always hyper aware of your surroundings now knowing that you lived in a house with a bunch of humans. All of the humans appeared to be female, so you thought that maybe you’d stand a chance if you had to fight one off. But Jeonghan was always by your side, and had already promised you that he was significantly stronger than any human. Wonwoo had handed you a thick, old, leather book with a soft smile. He told you there was a whole section on werewolves that you could read about, so you were working on that. It did confirm, though, that Jeonghan’s promise was true.

One of the humans – an intimidating-looking girl with short, dark hair – seemed all too eager to volunteer to fight Seungcheol as proof, but he tiredly sighed and shooed her away. 

Still, you stayed on your guard.

There was one girl that kept walking up to you and striking up a conversation. Jeonghan said her name was Jiaying, but everyone just called her Jia. He said she was half werewolf, but appeared mostly human other than her ability to find her way into people’s dreams. You had yet to decide if you trusted her, but so far, she was nice.

Did you think she could still turn on you in a second? Yes. 

…Until you realized she was blind.

Despite your mixed feelings toward Jia, you still felt uncomfortable around so many humans. So you didn’t mind that Jeonghan took you outside often. He never brought you anywhere toward civilization, but you still enjoyed it. In the few days you’d been there, he’d brought you on little walks through the woods, had taken you to see streams where a couple of his brothers that would tag along would fish, a few clearings, and he even brought you to a waterfall that was absolutely breathtaking. You both figured that the less time you spent indoors was for the better – but for different reasons.

But that was why Jeonghan should’ve expected that he’d wake up one morning to an empty bed. He’d slept so soundly beside you that he didn’t even feel you get up, so he was immediately in a panic despite sensing no danger.

“Where’s your–” Jihoon didn’t even get to finish his sentence when he saw Jeonghan sprinting down the stairs, before the taller wolf was racing out the front door, barefoot. 

“Y’know, if he stopped for a second, I could’ve told him where she was,” Junhui mentioned casually as he poured himself another cup of tea.

Jihoon simply shrugged, not bothering to go after his brother, “Eh, he’ll find her.”

Sprinting, Jeonghan followed the pull to you. He ran through the forest, easily ducking and dodging and pushing passed branches and twigs. He didn’t care if he didn’t sense danger. You were missing. That was dangerous enough to him.

After what felt like forever to him, – it was only a few minutes – he could finally see some light through the trees. It was a clearing he had brought you to before. It was mostly just tall grass there, but there were a few little groups of yellow, blue, and purple flowers here and there. But he still couldn’t see you.

He broke through the trees into the clearing, and he paused to take in his surroundings and really see if he could find any visual clue as to where you went. But that was when he saw you.

Toward the middle of the clearing, Jeonghan could see someone lying face-up in the grass. He could just barely make out the highest points of your body over the grass, and he let out a sigh of relief. And as much as he wanted to scold you for doing that to him, he forced himself to remember that you were stuck in a house with something you were afraid of, and you didn’t really have anywhere else to go to get away from it. 

Plus, it had only been a few days, so now really wasn’t the time to start scolding you. Maybe later on in the relationship he would start nagging you a bit more.

You saw him out of the corner of your eye as he walked up to you. You were watching the clouds slowly roll by in the sky, and you only glanced over at him before going back to the clouds.

You really appreciated Jeonghan. You felt a weird connection to him ever since you first laid eyes on him, but he had really shown you over the last few days that you could trust him. He made you feel safe, and those odd feelings you felt before were only getting stronger. You didn’t know what you’d do without him. You owed your entire life to him because if it weren’t for him, you probably would be dead or who knows where.

He sat down in the grass beside you. He had looked you over quickly before he sat down just to make sure you were completely unharmed, but once he realized you were, he felt like he could relax.

What a way to wake up, he thought.

“Why’d you leave so early?” he decided to ask, wanting to whine about how you didn’t tell him but figuring that might come across as a bit too controlling – especially considering where you were only a few days prior.

“I’m not stuck in a cage anymore,” you sighed peacefully, letting your eyes close as the sun warmed your skin. “I’m enjoying every minute of my freedom that I can. That, and…the human thing.”

He nodded with a chuckle of his own, “Right. Well, I’m glad you can stretch your legs now.”

He laid back, looking up at the sky with you. He suddenly felt your fingers wiggle under his hand and wrap around it, so he did the same, his heart fluttering. A content rumble came from his chest, and he heard you giggle. You definitely heard that.

“How do you feel lately?” he wondered, still looking at the sky. “Better than before, I hope.”

“Still a little scared, but…I feel safe with you,” you decided to admit.

A soft smile spread across his face, “I love to hear that. I only want you to feel safe.”

A nice silence fell between the two of you as you just enjoyed each other's company and how nice it felt to hold hands. You just liked being close to Jeonghan, and you hoped he felt the same. He must’ve if he was around you all the time, right?

“Can I ask something?”

Your eyes opened to look over at Jeonghan, “Of course.”

If he made you feel safe, maybe now was a good time to ask about your fear. Maybe he could get some more information on you and where you came from.

“This might be a little silly to ask, but…if you are a human, why are you afraid of them?” he asked slowly, turning his head to meet your eyes.

Your eyes focused on the grass the the small flowers speckled between the two of you instead, your thumb nervously rubbing over Jeonghan’s skin as you let out a soft sigh, “I guess it does seem silly…since…none of you seem to be afraid…”

“It’s not silly, darling,” he promised you. “We all just want to understand so maybe we can help. But don’t talk about it if you’re not comfortable.”

Something about Jeonghan calling you the pet name made your heart flutter. Nobody had ever called you a sweet name like that. But because you weren’t looking at him, you wouldn’t see the small smile that spread on his face because he heard your heartbeat change.

“Obviously, I was born to humans,” you began after a moment of wondering how exactly to explain everything when you didn’t quite know everything yourself. “I don’t know much about my mom because she died when I was a baby, but my dad was the one who killed her.”

You heard a soft gasp leave Jeonghan’s mouth, and you glanced up to see shock on his face, but he quickly tried to compose himself. You continued regardless.

“Nobody knows why he did it. So I was sent to a children’s home since he went to prison. I don’t remember much, but I don’t remember anyone really being nice to me. I was the youngest for a while, and some of the kids said the people who ran the home hated me because I couldn’t take care of myself for a long time. A lot of the kids there showed up at an age where they could be forced to be self-sufficient.”

“You were just a baby,” Jeonghan interjected, disgust in his voice. “How could someone run a children’s home and treat children that way?”

You scoffed, “You’d be surprised. So, yeah, they were just really mean people, and the kids were really mean.”

“Weren’t any of them nice?” he wondered. “There had to have been some kids who didn’t bother you. You weren’t the youngest forever, so maybe some of the younger kids didn’t bother you?”

“Some didn’t bother me, but I didn’t trust them. One girl was… I thought she was my friend, but then she started doing mean things to me with the others. She was always standing with them just staring at me and just…letting them do it.”

“But you got out eventually. You had said you were on the streets at one point.”

You nodded, “Yeah, you can only stay until you’re 18. The workers often reminded me they didn’t keep track of any of my information when I got there, so they didn’t know my name or my age. They just knew when it was around the 18 year mark and kicked me out. I only stayed because I at least had a roof and a bed. Then on the street, I had nothing, and strangers went out of their way to be mean to me. One person might toss me some change every now and then, but another would always steal it or beat me up for it, so it never really mattered. It didn’t matter if one person was kind because the majority would ruin it.”

Jeonghan was starting to get why you were so afraid of humans now. Your life seemed pretty horrible, and it was all because of ways humans treated you.

“And then one day, some grabbed me in the middle of the night and put something over my face,” you continued, “and then I just…woke up in a cage. And that was it.”

It took a couple beats of silence before Jeonghan breathed out a, “Wow…”

“Yeah…” you nodded slowly with a tight-lipped smile.

“I’m…so sorry,” he said softly. 

You took a deep breath and let it out, looking down at your hand still intertwined with his, “One of the people in my cage used to say ‘everything happens for a reason’ and they’d repeat it all the time, over and over. I think I started to believe it.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he studied you. Why would you possibly think that? What could’ve been worth going through all of that.

“What do you mean?”

“Well… If I didn’t go through that, I wouldn’t have met you, I guess,” you mumbled shyly, suddenly feeling self conscious about the words coming out of your mouth. You weren’t sure you’d ever said anything so…mushy to someone.

And while Jeonghan didn’t necessarily agree that sort of abuse was worth it, he was too giddy from your words, and leaned over to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“And the rest of your life will be the happiest life anyone has ever lived,” he promised. “I’ll make damn sure of it.”

-

“I found one.”

Jaemin’s head whipped around to see Sanghun entering the den, a small smirk on his face.

“Seems to be the only live one left,” he added on.

Most of the people in the cages were killed or succumbed to their injuries before the pack got there in the morning. But for the last few days, Jaemin’s pack had been tracking down any scent they could pick up, trying to find lost mates. Most leads went cold, trailing off into nothing as their scent had faded. Others led them to dead bodies that had dragged themselves into the woods before passing. But then, there was a scent that Sanghun had picked up on that wasn’t too far away from the market, and he would get strong whiffs of the scent in waves.

That led him straight to you.

“Who is it?” Jaemin asked.

Sanghun shrugged, “She doesn’t seem to know anything about herself. Doesn’t even know her own name. They just call her Blue.”

“Who’s ‘they’?” Haru asked with a scoff.

To that, Sanghun’s smirk widened, “Oh, you guys are gonna love this.”

That piqued the other four’s interest, all golden eyes on the second oldest now.

“Looks like some other wolf imprinted on her.”

Their eyes widened, excitement on their faces. They loved nothing if not a challenge.

“There’s another surprise, but I’ll let you see that one for yourself, Jae,” he continued. “I think you’ll need to step in to lure this one in.”

-

“What’re you guys doing here?”

Cooper opened the door to Chris, Minho, and Jisung. The latter looked absolutely horrified, like he’d seen something one would only see in their nightmares. Minho seemed mildly concerned, while their alpha looked tired but still a bit worried. It gave Cooper a weird feeling in her stomach that she didn’t like.

“Where’s Blue?” was the first thing out of Chris’s mouth.

Cooper’s eyes widened as she slowly asked, “Why…?”

“Don’t be anxious,” Minho sighed. “If you start acting anxious, his’ll get worse.”

He gestured to the youngest of the trio, who glanced wide-eyed between him and the female wolf in the doorway.

“Can we come in and talk?” Chris asked. “There’s something…concerning we think everyone should know about.”

“Yeah, of course,” Seungcheol appeared from behind Cooper, gesturing for the three to come inside.

The beginning of the conversation already had some of the pack coming to see what was going on, but Chris’s question had the rest of them gathering in the living room where Seungcheol had decided to bring them for this debriefing. Some of the mates followed and gathered with the rest of the pack, while others were either napping or decided to decline the invitation. They were sure they’d hear about it later, anyway.

“Okay, now,” Chris began calmly, “before anyone–”

“We think the pack found us!” Jisung blurted.

Minho rolled his eyes, and Chris let out a sigh.

Seungcheol’s pack seemed confused by what he meant until Seungkwan asked, “Wait, the one Blue was sold to?”

“We don’t think they found any of us,” Minho quickly clarified. “We think they found out the mates are missing.”

“How would you know that?” Jihoon asked, eyes narrowed as he studied the younger pack.

“Because some of us like to go places we shouldn’t be going,” Chris said pointedly.

“We were in the area,” Minho clarified. “Obviously, we were curious, so we made 100% sure that nobody was around. We were safe. Don’t blow a gasket, old man.”

Chris put his tongue in his cheek but said nothing, eyes rolling instead.

“The place was totally ransacked,” Jisung continued. “They offed the rest of the guards, and it was obvious what kind of creature had done it. Plus the place just reeked of werewolf. So they’re definitely pissed.”

“We need to get Blue back here,” Soonyoung stated, suddenly sitting up from where he was leaning against the doorway, arms uncrossing as he looked to see if anyone else was as worried as he was. “We have to tell Jeonghan.”

“Soonyoung, I get the urgency, but–”

“There’s no but!” Soonyoung exploded, cutting off Seungcheol. “Those wolves could be out there right now and it’s her and Jeonghan versus who knows how many!”

“But,” the eldest alpha continued like nothing had happened, “Blue’s been caged up for who knows how long. Let her enjoy the last of her freedom for today, okay? Jeonghan’s always on hyper-alert with her. He knows the situation well enough. We’ll set a curfew after they get back, but just let them stay out for now.”

The room suddenly went from a calm meeting, to chaos. Everyone ducked their heads and covered their ears, sharp pain going straight to their eardrums. It felt like everything was shaking from how loud the shriek was. They were pretty sure they heard a second scream that was much less awful but still loud.

After a moment, it was silent except for whoever was still screaming. Jisung’s shriek cut off just a second after, his eyes opening wide after being squeezed shut.

“What the fuck!” he exclaimed.

“I think that’s our cue to go the fuck home,” Minho said, standing up.

But Seungkwan had already booked it out of the room and straight to the stairs. Jiwoo could be heard crying from Danbi and Mingyu’s bedroom, with a groggy Danbi trying to soothe her.

“Excuse me,” Seungcheol said as he stood and followed Seungkwan.

“If that’s not a sign to go find them, I don’t know what is!” Soonyoung shouted as he followed after him.

Seungcheol found Seungkwan already in Eunjin’s room, sitting on the bed beside her while she sat up straight, staring wide-eyed across the room.

“What was it?” he asked her softly, arms around her as he gently rubbed her arms up and down. “Take your time, okay?”

“Someone… A woman…” she mumbled, eyebrows starting to furrow as she slowly came back to the current plane. “She’s been around, but…she's getting more…aggressive.”

“Aggressive how?” Seungkwan wondered.

“She’s crying harder,” she told him. “She’s crying for her baby.”

The two alphas – who had been joined by Seokmin, Jihoon, and the three visiting wolves that Jihoon had invited up – looked around at each other, wondering what that could mean. The only baby in the house was Jiwoo, but she was a toddler now, and her mother was very much alive and well.

“Alright, who has dead parents that cared about them? Because it’s definitely not mine,” Soonyoung asked, looking around at everyone in the room. “So I’m safe. Rest in peace to whoever–”

“Shut up,” Jihoon grumbled, whacking him in the stomach to shut him up.

“Do you really think that’s what it is?” Seokmin wondered slowly, sounding a little worried.

“Soonyoung, go outside and do something,” Seungcheol told him. “Wait for Blue and Hannie to come back.”

Still clutching his stomach, Soonyoung walked out of the room, grumbling profanities toward Jihoon for hitting him.

While the rest of the pack tried to think of what the significance of this ghost woman could mean, Minho tried to lighten the mood and Jisung’s anxiety by smiling, lightly jabbing him in the arm and saying, “Hey, well we’re both probably safe, right?”

-

You and Jeonghan spent most of the morning in the field, up until he heard your stomach growling. He squinted up at the sun, blocking the brightness of it with his hand as he let out a sigh.

“It’s about lunchtime,” he noted. “We should head back.”

You got up without complaint, rejoining hands once you were both standing, and walked leisurely back to the house.

The two of you just did a lot of talking. After your little backstory, Jeonghan questioned your relationship with Saoirse, wondering if it was a friendship. When you explained it was more that she was just the nicest one out of all the humans there, Jeonghan then questioned if you were upset by her death if you weren’t really friends at all. That was something you couldn’t stop thinking about now. Were you upset about losing an almost-friend, or were you just uneasy knowing that someone you knew had died?

Jeonghan kept your mind occupied on the walk, though. He talked about different flowers, berries, and plants you passed, teaching you about them “just in case” as he had said.

“All the mates know survival things, for the most part,” he explained with a shrug. “Obviously, Jia wouldn’t really know how to tell things apart. And we’ve tried to teach Eunjin, but her mind is…hard to keep on track.”

Jeonghan had already gone over who the girls were. He knew you knew Kyung and Cooper were werewolves, and that Ari was a werecoyote so you trusted them. He could tell you were less wary around Jia simply for the fact she couldn’t see. You’d also shot up in bed a couple times saying you dreamt of her, but Jeonghan asked her to cool it with that because it seemed to make you more tense than anything, wondering why she then came up to you the morning after the first time it happened saying, “Wow, you’re really pretty, Blue.”

He told you Danbi was Wonwoo’s sister, insisting that basically meant she was like a werewolf without being one. Soomin was a ‘sort-of’ witch, so you shouldn’t worry about her, either. Yeji was some sort of hybrid, but he intentionally left out the curse part. Eunjin was obviously a banshee, so that’s technically not human. Jooyeon was a thief, so to others in town, she was actually considered a parasite rather than a human, and Suvi was just a harmless kid.

You knew he was reaching, but you always let him babble about them to try and convince you not to be afraid, anyway.

Once you’d reached the house after your little survival lesson, you saw the back door open. Seungcheol was standing there, waiting for the two of you with his arms crossed. To you, it seemed like he was mad. You wondered if he was upset with you for leaving without telling Jeonghan.

But with Jeonghan’s heightened senses, he could see how worried Seungcheol looked. Whatever he was going to say, it wasn’t good.

“Blue, why don’t you go with Cooper to the dining room for lunch?” he suggested with Cooper already on standby, waiting for you. “I need to talk to Jeonghan quickly, and I don’t want you to miss out on first call for the mates.”

You looked at Jeonghan, then at Cooper. You knew she wasn’t necessarily the bravest out of the werewolves, so you didn’t feel quite comfortable having her be the one to guard you while Jeonghan was busy.

“Can I go with Kyung instead?” you asked.

Cooper’s cheeks turned pink as she vanished from in front of you, and you heard Seungcheol sigh in annoyance.

Instead of looking at you, Jeonghan shot Seungcheol a sharp look as he opened his mouth. But he was cut off by someone else.

“I got it,” Soonyoung said, still offering you a friendly smile despite what happened with his mate. “C’mon, Gyu made stir fry.”

You decided Soonyoung was safe to go with since Jeonghan had told you he was an alpha, so you walked with him to go get lunch. You sat between him and an empty chair, with Suvi on the other side of the empty chair, but you decided not to make much of a fuss this time because you didn’t want to upset the humans. 

Soonyoung put a plate in front of the empty space on his other side before he placed one in front of you with a smile. Once all the mates had food, then the boys dug in and grabbed their own servings. Multiple times, someone would mention to leave enough for Seungcheol and Jeonghan, and Minghao even had to take some from Mingyu’s plate once to put back on the serving platter for the two missing wolves.

About halfway through lunch, the two walked in. Jeonghan sat beside you in the empty seat, but you began to get worried maybe there was a ghost there because Soonyoung seemed to be hugging and holding hands with something that wasn’t beside him as he picked from their plate.

You didn’t ask about his conversation at the table. You waited until he brought you to the backyard to get started on his chores to ask.

“I don’t know how to tell you this…” he began slowly.

Your stomach sank, and he could tell how worried you got.

“There’ll be a few…restrictions now,” he told you.

“Like what?”

“You can’t...really…go wherever you want anymore. You should stick close to the house. And you can’t stay out for too long, or too late. And you should always be with one of the wolves, okay?”

When he looked at you, he looked almost pained to tell you. He looked sorry. You weren’t sure why. You didn’t even know why he was worried to tell you that. It wasn’t even anything bad.

You just shrugged, “Okay.”

He looked surprised, “Are you sure? I don’t want to tell you what to do, but it might not be safe considering everything.”

You scoffed, “This is still way better than where I was before.”

“Someday things will be easier, and you can do whatever you want and go wherever you want,” he smiled. “Promise.”

“You sure promise me a lot of things in the future,” you joked.

“Yeah, because you’ll still be stuck with me then,” he grinned as he wrapped his arms around your torso, holding you to him like he was trying to hold you captive, but his grip was far too light.

“That sounds more like a threat than a promise,” you laughed.

“Some consider it both.”

[bedouinpoet]

Auld Lang Syne (times long past)

A New Years Eve story! Bit of fluff and smut mixed together hope you all enjoy! Aaron Hotchner x Reader (18+ only please)

In your most secret of dreams you never thought you would have found such a family as you have made in the BAU. Falling in love with each member. Derek Morgan and his kind strength, bringing out the best in those around him. JJ and her abilities to care for all those around her. Penelope Garcia and her beautiful quirkiness, finding good and beauty in everyone and everywhere she goes. Spencer Reid and his astonishing mind constantly challenging you to better. David Rossi and his warmth, his ability to always know when something is wrong and how to comfort you with a smile and a “kiddo”. Emily Prentiss and her humour and beautiful laugh. Last but not least, the man whom you fear has taken your heart and if he ever wanted, your body and soul too, Aaron Hotchner. And gosh did that terrify you. You’ve debated over and over if you’d ever truly tell your boss just how you felt. Another year passing with your family and you’ve made plans this New Years Eve….

“this is for you and you and you my lovely humans” you say as you hand out the invitations to your team at the round table. “What’s this y/n?” JJ asks you as they all look at the small simple envelope you handed them. “I am glad you ask you fabulous blond, it’s an invitation to my new years celebration…as you know I fixed up that old house out in the country and…I don’t know it’s been a rough year for us all. I think we should have something to celebrate.” Your team all looks at you warmly but all you can focus on is Hotch’s eyes, the emotion hidden under that usual serious expression and you can’t quite read him. But his smile warms your heart as you remember to mention. “Oh and I hope it goes without saying this invitations extends to your family’s I wanna see one cute ass Henry and jack running around my house eating cookies to their hearts delight!” that’s seems to excite JJ “that’s fabulous! Thank you y/n consider me a definite yes, Henry and will have so much fun at that big old house!” JJ gives you a big hug before sitting down. “like I’d miss a chance to snoop into your life! Consider me in beautiful beautiful girl!” You wink at Pen and thank her.

“Hey I helped you repair that place pretty girl of course I’m in gotta see my handy work” you nudge Derek with your elbow as you sit down next to him. You notice Hotch still had not said a word that you begin to worry he won’t wish to come. Considering everything that this year brought. But the rest of the team all agree and you are at least relieved about that much. As Pen takes the remote for the screen to begin on our new case. The entire time you can’t seem to tear your gaze from Hotch who seems to avoid your eyes and your heart begins to break little by little but you try and let it be for now. As Pen explains the gruesome case in front of you. “thank you my darling y/n for bringing some spark of happy happy fun times times to this morning cause this case is a doozie and a weird one….New York city is dealing with a serial killer who’s victims all thus far seem to be middle aged men of Irish decent…” the team begins speculating the why’s and who’s but you just can’t seem to hear as you look at Hotch and wonder if perhaps you offended him? That’s why he said nothing about coming…

“y/n may I see you in my office please” Hotch says after telling you all, wheels up in an hour. You head into his office as he follows close behind and closing the door behind him. “um…is something wrong sir?”

you look at him and can’t help but lose yourself in his gaze even as he seems hesitant to talk. “No…yes, I mean-y/n I hope you don’t think because I did not give you an answer at the table that means I don’t wish to go or that I was acting rudely I was just taken by surprise-“

“why? You’re as much a part of my family as the rest of the team?” those words seem to soften Hotches mood and eyes, being replaced by a moment of heartfelt naked emotion that almost made your knees give in and your entire body melt away. He smiles,

“Thank you hun. But…..if that’s true why did you never mention you buying land in the country to me? Or that you needed help repairing it? I could have-I don’t know, but I would have been glad to help-“ his genuine wish to help everyone on his team all the time warms your entire heart and you find yourself giving a sigh of relief as if you you’ve held your breath this whole time. “Hotch….is that what your upset about?” he shyly nods in a way you’ve never seen before and you consider your next words carefully as your entire body wants to shout ‘because I’m in love with you dummy! And I was so scared that if we spent all that time together I’d just fall for you even harder and not be able to stop myself from saying something stupid. Never knowing if you felt that same way and it scares me and I don’t want to be a burden’

but instead you take a deep breath stepping closer to Hotch who’s arms are still crossed and standing by the door, stepping closer. “Hotch….i didn’t mention it because I know you, you would have offered to help me, to do whatever you and…with everything that’s happened. I figured you would want to spend your entire time with Jack, and I don’t wanna add to your workload . I want Jack to have time with his dad….its precious. And I don’t know I guess I didn’t want to burden you. That’s all…so….will you and Jack please do me the honour of being my guests?” you smile and don’t even realize how pleading your eyes betray in you. “y/n you can never be a burden….ever. Do you understand me?” his expression turns deadly serious as if you understanding is life and death. You meekly nod and smile “I understand now can you please say yes so I can breath again!” He laughs and it’s like music to your ears “we would love to is there a dress code?” ‘Aaron Hotchner whatever you wear will make me weak’ you think remembering those grey sweats he wore once at the hotel. You shake it off

“nope just whatever you are comfortable in”

you feel yourself able to stand a little higher now glad your whole family will be there.

….

The case was a tough one. Having to talk to too many victims families, realizing they were going to be going into the new year with such grief, was something that took pieces of your heart but you finally caught caught the unsub a young Irish woman who saw all these men as the one she lost many years ago and decided no one else was deserving of a man like him. “Must have been a good man” is all you seem to think. You feel yourself swell with pity a pang of guilt for all those families, victims you leave behind as you all fly back home….

Hotch let’s everyone go home early to get ready for your new years dinner. “I’ll see you all tonight well done everyone you all deserve to celebrate…”

everyone parts ways at the office but not before asking if there was anything you needed for the party “nothing but all of your companies lovely humans” as you see Reid leave you feel excited to see how he will like your in home library you built. You laugh to yourself and turn in time to see Hotch (the usual last person here) he steps up close to you “come on I’ll give you a ride then we can go together so I can help set up, better then you getting a cab” confusion is evident on your face as you reply “Hotch that’s not necessary? I can grab a taxi it’s no biggie and everything is already there just gotta set it in order that’s all plus what about Jack-“

“I’ll pick him up from his aunts on our way y/n ….i want to help….besides everyone else got to see this ‘big old house’. Me and jack want our own private viewing”

are you crazy or is Aaron Hotchner flirting? You can’t even argue you love both those boys and would be glad…

…

“that’s it just past the gate…as a warning I do have a housekeeper who will love spoiling Jack with all the fresh baked cookies!” “yayy!!!” Is all Jack could say before he sets eyes on your home away from home “THATS your house?! It’s like a castle!” Jacks childlike astonishment makes both you and Hotch laugh “well kiddo it WAS built a long time ago, I just fixed it up” Jacks eyes don’t leave the old mansion as he whispers “it looks like magic!” You blush with pride that this place can erupt such wonder from this amazing kids mind. “Thanks kiddo, maybe later I’ll show you and your dad around the whole place how does that sound?” jacks excitement grows as he asks his dad “sure buddy if it’s not to much trouble for miss y/n”

“no trouble at all”

…

After Introducing Hotch and Jack to your housekeeper and cook Mrs. Maclean you show them around some of the house saving the library for last, the biggest room in the house and and where the celebrations will take place. The entire time you watch as Hotch smiles the entire time, carrying Jack who’s smilies and laughs. You realize even if nothing comes between you and Hotch you are glad that you could help them be happy on new years, if anyone deserves some happiness it’s those two. Jack plays around the halls as Mrs Maclean puts the nonalcoholic spritzers and Champaign on ice “guests should be coming in soon and I expect you Mrs M to relax and let loose ill take care of letting everyone in. Won’t be many people other then the team it will just be a few more friends-“ she smiles and agrees as she looks between you and Hotch leaving you alone. “Thank you for this y/n….the party hasn’t even started and already Jack is having the time of his life it’s good to see…I thought this New Years was gonna be hard with…with everything that happened and Haley.” You can see Hotch’s eyes begin to tear up as he struggles. “I know Hotch it’s alright you don’t need to say more. And it’s absolutely my pleasure besides not everyday a persons home is called magical! Definitely highlight of my year?” You wink as you try to lighten the mood he lets out a light laugh from the cries and he holds your arm as he clears his throat “y/n…” he turns you to him dropping his hands to hold yours. You feel your heart pound as you look up at him longing and terrified

“Hotch?” “Aaron, please just call me Aaron”

“okay…Aaron…what’s wrong?” his hands tighten over yours as he clearly struggles to find the words

“I don’t really know how to say this, I’m, I’m your boss I know, and 20 years your senior and maybe this is a mistake but…perhaps I’m wrong but from what I noticed I thought you may feel the same way and this is probably only time we will be alone for the rest of the night so…I’m in love with you y/n….i think I’ve been in love with you for a while now and I think you feel the same way. I truly hope you do but if I’m I’m wrong and if I’ve made you uncomfortable-“ you try to speak, you want to speak, every part of you wants to admit how absolutely in love with this man you really are as you stood in absolute stunned disbelief, and apparently for too long as the doorbell rings

“fuck-let’s-can we continue later please?”

“yea it’s fine…. I said all I have to say….ill wait for how ever long it takes to hear whatever you wish to say” you run to the door as you faintly hear Aaron say “always”….

the night became a roaring success, your friends all hitting it off with your BAU family and vice versa, everyone having a good time, laughing and telling stories, pen and Derek flirting, Reid hitting it off with your English professor friends, Dave telling stories with JJ and will and Emily chatting it up with a couple of your veteran buddies. Throughout the night you never get a moment alone with Hotch and you start to fear you’ve missed your chance as it come five minutes to midnight and Mrs Maclean comes to you handing you a spritzer and whispering “it’s almost time dear” her Irish accent reminding her just what she meant.

“right” you take one more longing glance at Hotch before

“excuse me ladies and gents, it’s almost midnight and as it comes down to the time we would like to ask you to join us in an old tradition of ours and by we I of course mean my most loyal of housekeepers and friends Mrs Maclean, like this house, we have gone through plenty….like all of us, we have lived and loved and lost and gained and had to leave many behind and so we sing a classic to count down the new years together as a family. You and Mrs M begin “should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind. Should old acquaintance be forgot and auld lang syne…”

you feel your heart grow with pride and eyes begin to fill with tears of memories as you look at your veteran brothers and sisters, your professors, and your BAU family and everyone joins as you see Hotch walk closer to you until he stands by you, Jack holding his hand as they join “for auld lang syne my dear for auld lang syne”

“we’ll take a cup of kindness yet for auld lang syne….”

“Happy New Years everyone!” Everyone cheers in unison as you see everyone embracing each other and just as you finish giving Derek a hug and kiss you turn to Hotch who hugs Jack and kisses his head and turns to you. You hug Hotch, realizing you are finally in his arms your embrace tightens letting your warmth envelope each other

“happy new years sweetheart” he whispers in your ear as you do the same “Happy New years Aaron Hotchner” as you release you look into each others eyes and you find the courage as you devolve the fear in both of your eyes by making your move, grabbing his shirt and kissing Hotch deeply feeling him grab your waist and cupping your cheek deepening the kiss even further as you hear “whoooooooo! Yea Hotch get it!” You both release each other to laugh as you hold his face in your hands and whisper “I love you too Aaron Hotchner and I am so glad I get to go into the new Years kissing you and waking up with you…” you wink at him with implication as his eyes fill will love and darken with lust as he replies “I love you, and can’t wait for that and more”

….

as the last of your guests leaving you and Hotch by the door and Jack and Mrs Maclean eating what’s left of the cookies, you hug Aaron as he grabs you in and kisses your forehead, feeling his warmth and being so close gets your mind and body excited as you look up at Hotch and his eyes seems to read exactly what your thinking as he smiles “what are you thinking beautiful?” He caresses your arm, you shrug innocently but smirk “I’m thinking how would you and Jack like to stay the night? Have plenty of guest rooms already ready in preparation for anyone who wanted to stay the night….if you want” you pepper a kiss on his neck as Jack and Mrs M go into the library to drink the last of the spritzer. He groans and grabs you harder as you kiss his neck deeper. “You’re killing me y/n” he groans as you giggle “is that a yes”

he laughs “as if I could say no”

you release each other as Jack comes back and Hotch walks towards him and going on his knee “hey Buddy! Y/n wanted to know if youd wanna stay here tonight like a sleep over? Do you wanna?” Jacks eyes glow with excitement “yea Daddy can we!?” He smiled kissing his son on his head “of course buddy!” He turns to you “guess we are all in haha”

“perfect! Just so happens the treehouse room is all set anyway so Mrs Maclean could you show Jack the way and we still have a few packages of toothbrushes for our guests”

“of course come along dear you’ll love the treehouse room love it’s as magical as the woods of Ireland” she winks and takes him by hand….

The treehouse was built to look exactly like the whole room was carved in a tree. It was one of your favourite rooms in the house. “plus it’s just down the hall from my bedroom so if Jack needs anything you can try and. Pry yourself from me and save the day” you wink at Hotch as he closes the light in Jacks room and closes the door, he looks at you with darkened eyes as he grabs your neck lightly….

“stop teasing me little one unless your willing to pay the price” his vice deepened and you quiver with excitement as you squeeze your legs together feeling yourself getting wet. Your smile

“a price I’m more then ready to give you…sir”

he growls “fuck” kissing you deeply opening your mouth with his tongue and grabbing your neck as you moan “Aaron please”

he laughs into your mouth “patience sweetheart”

Hotch keeps his distance until you enter your bedroom as if he knows this is torture for you. Like a switch, a wild animal, Hotch closes the door behind him and immediately pins you to it, using his knee to separate your legs even further and pushes his body into you, crashing his lips on you, his tongue an overwhelming wave of pleasure as he opens your mouth wider with his tongue then biting your bottom lip you most into his mouth. He grabs your hair forcing you to look up at him. His eyes a mix of animalistic lust, and love, admiration and it’s makes your entire body weak.

“oh y/n you are gorgeous…do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted this…needed this, needing you”

you feel your entire body warm and shake with excitement as you whisper “you have me, I’m yours sir” and with that his lips crash into yours again and trailing down your neck, he tears off your clothes until your in nothing but your red lace bra and parties and Hotch groans as he looks up and down your entire body “how the hell have I not kissed you before-“

he carries you to the bed before you can answer, laying you down as he takes off his old grey t shirt and then his worn jeans. He stands at the edge of the bed his breath quickening, his eyes a storm of emotions as if he is offering himself to me and waiting for my judgement. He is giving all of him to you, scars, heart, body and soul. You slowly sit up moan “you’re incredible sir” you trail your hands lightly over each of his scars, he swallows hard as you keep one hand on his impressive hard on, pumping his cock, he groans as you begin to trail kisses over every scar you touched, his moans drive you crazy and are by far the hottest sounds you have ever heard. “yes y/n fuck”

you finally stand and kiss him as he pushes you down on to the bed, putting himself on top of you, you instinctively spread your legs wide for Hotch as he trails kisses down your neck and on your breast, biting your nipples as you moan “Aaron fuck!” And your hand goes through Hotches hair.

“Aaron please…please! I need you inside me please”

He groans as he adjusts himself to your entrance but hesitates

“are you sure babe? Are you sure this is what you want? That I’m what you want?” you wrap your legs around him in answer as you kiss h his neck trailing up to his ears “Aaron….youre all I want” with that all hesitation, everything that’s stopped you two from admittedi g your true feelings to each other all this time, everything that’s stopped you is out the window and now it’s just the two of you against everything. And you feel it as he thrusts into you with such a need you couldn’t control your own body as you grabbed Hotch for dear life scratching down his back and biting his shoulder as he bites your neck. You moan into each other until your release as he cums deep inside you….and you look into each other knowing that there’s no going back now….

you lay down beside each other, Hotch caressing your arms up and down, kissing your hands, shoulder and lips. His eyes a calm Caramel filled with love. “Happy New Years Aaron Hotchner”

“Happy New Years my love”

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Silver Springs - Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader/Roy Kent x Fem!Reader

Silver Springs - Jamie Tartt xFem!Reader, Roy Kent x FemReader!

Content - angst, flirting, friends to lovers, love triangle

Word Count - 3k

Summary - Whilst Jamie is in the throes of preparing for the Man City game, Roy tries to show the reader that he's noticed her past just being the coaches’ assistant, even if it makes him feel guilty. 

Read Part One Here

A/N - Part 2 of this love triangle fic, let’s gooooo. As always like and reblog if you enjoy and let me know what you think <33 

It had been about a week since Jamie had kissed you, and things weren’t official. You couldn’t say you weren’t disappointed, but you understood the mental stress he was under with the upcoming Man City match. Being able to be intimately close to him was enough, because you knew he needed the comfort. Sitting on your couch and stroking his hair as you felt his breathing become deeper made you more than content. 

You sigh slightly to yourself and open your laptop, your color coded calendar coming to life. You glance to the corner of your screen, looking at the time. Bright and early with plenty of time to move appointments and schedule other needed meetings. You sat at your desk in the small room off of Ted and Beard’s. Your deskmate wasn’t there yet. He actually grunted every time you called him your “deskmate”, but annoying Roy Kent was one of the perks of this job. 

“Hey, love.” You would recognize his voice anywhere, and you look up to see Jamie leaning on the doorframe. He crosses the room and gives you a sweet peck on the lips, then plants another kiss on the top of your head. He crosses through your office to the locker room and you smile to yourself. What a perfect start to your day, a kiss from the man you had wanted to be with for so long. You look back to your screen and start moving appointments, adding in the important dates Ted left on a football shaped sticky note, including the latest visit from Henry. 

A slight thud on your desk has you tearing your eyes away from your computer screen. You see a take-away coffee cup with the name “RAY” written in big, scratchy letters. You look up, greeted with a glowering, bushy eyebrowed face. “Can I help you…Ray?” You grin gesturing to the coffee cup. 

“Fuck’s sake.” He grunts. “I brought you coffee.” He scoots the coffee cup closer to you, and you raise an eyebrow, Roy Kent was bringing you coffee? 

“Thank you…but why?” 

“What do you fuckin’ mean why? Cause you’re nice and you’re always bringing everyone else coffee.” He says gruffly, dropping his iconic black leather jacket onto his own chair, revealing his tight fitting black tshirt underneath. You take a sip of the coffee to avoid gazing at him, you had eyes and knew he was fit. You were pleasantly surprised at your drink. 

“How’d you know my order?” You say, taking another delighted sip of your drink. You watch Roy’s jaw jump slightly and he shrugs. 

“Must have just picked up on it.” He says nonchalantly. In reality, he snooped around your desk the night previous, but he wasn’t going to admit to that. That sounded insane. He felt like a terrible person. He and Tartt were on good terms again, friends even, and here he was trying to win over the girl he knew Jamie was mad about. He was a prick. And a bad friend. But he couldn’t help it. Something about you drew him to you, and you made him want to open up to the possibility of being in a serious relationship again. 

You smile slightly at Roy’s back, flattered that he had done this for you. You were still a bit baffled as to why. It’s not as if Roy wasn’t nice to you, he was. But usually he answered you in growls, not full sentences. “Well…I really appreciate it. I didn’t have time to grab coffee this morning before getting to work.” 

Roy turns to look at you, one corner of his lips ticking upwards. “Don’t mention it.” He says. “Seriously, fuckin’ don’t.” You openly laugh at this and turn back to your computer screen. 

“What is all that shit anyway?” Roy asks, and you can feel him cross the tiny space to stand over your shoulder. When he leans over and places one hand on your desk and one on the arm of your desk chair, you feel your heart skip a beat. Which was dumb. Why would that be your reaction? You ignore the feeling and shrug. 

“This is how you get your extra physio appointments, how Ted has time to review game footage every other day, and how Beard knows when it’s time to exchange his library books.” You look up at him. “It’s all color coded for every member of the team. I’m pretty proud of it, if I do say so myself.” You give him a small smile and go back to typing in the extra appointments Ted had asked you to put in. 

“Fuck.” Roy says, watching you work the schedule around. “Now I understand why Ted said he didn’t know which way was up without you.” 

“Aw, you talk to Ted about little ole me?” You flash him a teasing grin and his heart wrenches. Fuck you and your stupid, pretty grin. 

“Uh…” Roy starts, coughing slightly to cover his embarrassment. 

You pat the hand resting on your desk before you continue typing. “I’m just kidding, Roy.” 

Roy clears his throat, but still hadn’t moved from his spot. He seemed content to watch you work, which was unusual for him, but you didn’t mind. He was a little close, sure, but if he wanted to watch you put in appointments and move Sam’s restaurant re-opening for him then who were you to tell him no? 

“Love?” You look up at the sound of Jamie’s pet name for you and smile brightly at him. 

“Hi!” 

“Am…I interruptin’ somethin’?” Jamie asks, pushing his hair back with his headband, looking from you to Roy. Why was Roy so close to you? That made him feel uneasy, but he wasn’t sure why. He knew that you had feelings for him, but he hadn’t made anything official. He supposed he couldn’t blame you for exploring your options. His eyes meet Roy’s, who clears his throat and straightens up, away from you.

“No.” Roy says gruffly. “I was just looking at the insane color coding she has in there.” 

Jamie nods slightly, looking to you, who he was relieved to see, only had eyes for him.  He crosses the room to you, kneeling in front of where you sat, and you look down at him, eyebrow raised. He grins at you. 

“I jus’ wanted to come see if you wanted to have lunch with me today.” He says, ignoring Roy completely at this point. You nod enthusiastically, pushing a strand of hair that came loose from the headband back. 

“Course I do.” You said, smiling at him. “Meet you at the kebab place around the corner?” You ask, to which Jamie nods. He glances at Roy, who is pretending to be preoccupied on his phone and presses his lips to yours in a sweet, soft kiss. 

“Great. See ya then, darlin’.” You smile as you watch him walk out, quickly turning back to your work. Next on the agenda, emails. 

“So.” You hear. 

You turn towards Roy’s voice. “So..?”

“You and Tartt, yeah?” 

You shrug. “Nothing is official yet.” You say nonchalantly, trying to hide just how giddy you were about Jamie openly kissing you and referring to you as “love” or “darlin’”. 

“Not fuckin’ official?” Roy says, incredulous. This was news to him. 

“Not yet.” 

“Why the bloody hell not?” Roy crosses the room again and peers down at you. 

You look back up at him and wave your hand absentmindedly. “Jamie is already stressed about this upcoming match, I can wait until his head is completely clear to have a serious conversation.” You pick up your coffee cup again, taking a sip of the delicious hazelnut latte. 

But you nearly choke when Roy leans down, one hand on each of your chair’s armrests, caging you in. His face is inches from yours. 

“That’s fuckin’ dumb, babe.” 

You lower the coffee cup from your lips, studying his face intently. Your heart was pounding. Babe? What was he doing? Never in the entire few years you had been here, had the Roy Kent paid so much attention to you. 

“Hm.” You say, quirking an eyebrow. “And why is that dumb?” 

Roy smirks slightly. “Because if I had you, I wouldn’t even fuckin’ hesitate to claim you.” 

You realized you were holding your breath and you laugh nervously. “O..oh.” You say, swallowing. “Well I don’t think Jamie is hesitating to claim me.” You look into his face, because he was making it impossible not to notice how handsome he actually is. Sure, you weren’t public with your relationship, but Jamie didn’t hide how he felt about you, at all. 

“Maybe not here. But I would be shouting from the fuckin’ rooftops if I had someone as nice as you smiling pretty at me like you do Jamie.” You can see him studying your face, and in reality, Roy’s heart is pounding. He’s getting a bit too carried away here and he didn’t know when or how to stop. 

“Maybe you could have someone with a pretty smile if you weren’t such a grouch.” You counter, leaning in closer to him, aware now that you were having some sort of effect on him. You watch him swallow, his eyes flicking down to your lips. You smirk at him.

He growls in response, catching you completely off guard that you had elicited such a sound from him but making you smirk even more. You press a single finger against his lips, standing up as you push him back. 

“See? Grouch.” You tease, moving your finger but before you can rest your hand at your side again, Roy looks down at you, catching your wrist in his hand. 

“Fuck’s sake, woman.” He says, almost breathlessly. You look up at him, fluttering your eyelashes innocently, but trying to deny the fact that you liked how his large hand had caught you. The look on your face was all it took for Roy to back you into a wall, his lips on yours. One hand with his fingers splayed across your hip, digging greedily, almost possessively, the other letting go of your wrist to yank you closer to him, if that was even possible. The kiss was sloppy, heated, needy. The heat of your body pressed against Roy’s was making your head cloudy. When he deepens the kiss, your breath hitches and a slight moan escapes your lips, causing Roy to smirk into your lips. 

You felt so bad that you kissed him back. When Roy pulled away, he immediately lets go of you. 

“I…I shouldn’t have fuckin’ done that.” 

 What were you doing? What about Jamie? “I..shouldn’t have kissed you back.” You whispered, wide eyed. Roy has stepped back and away from you, but he’s watching you with such a look of longing. “I’m the worst girlfriend ever.” You say. 

“Not his girlfriend, technically.” 

You shift your gaze and focus your eyes on him. “What?” You say.

“You’re not his girlfriend officially.” Roy grunts, before stepping closer to you again. “I get if you don’t ever fuckin’ speak to me again. Just don’t tell me you regretted that.” 

You gaze up at him. No, you’re not Jamie’s girlfriend. But Jamie is everything you ever wanted. And it made you feel horrible that you didn’t regret that little kiss-attack. You shake your head slowly, watching as Roy came close to you again, hovering above you, his torso pressing into you. “Please.” He says.

The gruff, broken plea in his voice makes your knees weak and you shake your head. “I can’t tell you that.” You say, clearing your throat and straightening up, your breath slightly heavy. 

“Even if I know you don’t?” He says grabbing your chin, looking into your eyes. 

Your eyes flutter closed and you breathe out. “Yes.” You hated him right now. How did he manage to get a rise out of you so quickly? You pull your face away from his grasp and push yourself off the wall. “I need to go.” You say bluntly, gathering your laptop and your bag. Roy steps back and watches you go, rushing out the door. 

You cannot believe what had just happened. You were so distracted that you run smack into someone in the carpark, their arms grabbing you and steadying you. 

“Woah, love, what’s wrong? You look like ya’ seen a ghost.” 

Jamie. Because of course it was Jamie. You can’t even look him in the eye and he moves his head to catch your gaze. “M’startin’ to worry here, darlin’, what’s wrong?” He asks again, his grip tightening a bit on you. He had a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach. Like he knew what was coming next. 

“We can’t be together.” You say bluntly. 

Jamie blinks once, then twice. “What?” 

“You deserve someone better than me.” 

Jamie still looks dumbfounded, but was becoming almost desperate to find out what you were talking about. “Please tell me what you’re talkin’ about, because I’m gettin’ a little scared.” 

“I…” you look away from him again. “I kissed Roy. Or…he kissed me.” 

Jamie winces. “Y-what?…kissed Roy?” 

“It just happened. And we can’t be together because I’m a horrible person for doing this to you.” You pull out of his grasp, but Jamie grabs you again. “Jamie, please let me go.” 

“No.” He says, simply, grabbing your chin much like Roy had done minutes before. “I’m not pleased, but this is almost like karma for how shitty I’ve been in the past.” He shakes his head when you open your mouth. “Do ya care about me?” 

“Of course I do.” You almost sob, looking at him with the most pathetic eyes he’d ever seen. 

“I know ya do, or you wouldn’t have told me right away.” He kisses your forehead. “M’not happy about it. But I can’t say I blame ya for exploring options when I haven’t even asked ya on a proper date.” 

You groan, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “You being so understanding is making me feel worse. I know we’re not officially together or whatever the hell -“ you pause and look at him. “But I feel so, so, awful that it happened.” 

Jamie shakes his head. “Stop that. M’not going to turn my back on you. I’ve cared about ya too long to let the messy beginning of what we’re tryin’ to figure out be the end of us. Besides, I did this same thing to Roy when he was with Keeley. Sometimes you just…like who you like.” 

You stare at him. “You’re spending too much time with Ted.” 

Jamie actually throws his head back and laughs at that, rolling his eyes once before pulling you in. “Now that you’ve kissed me coach I guess we’re even. Cause I used to be with Keeley and the two of you are thick as thieves.” He really didn’t blame you for any of this, but was making a mental note to maybe punch Roy in his face later. He couldn’t say it didn’t hurt, the thought of you kissing someone else. But he wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of what he knows is meant to be. He knew that was corny, but with you he wasn’t worried about any of that. He wanted it all, the house, the love, the kids in the future. 

“I’m sorry Jamie. I really am. All I could think about was how much of an asshole I was being.” You look up at him, realizing he’s already gazing at you. 

“Be me girl. Officially.” He says. 

You blink. “I thought you weren’t ready to have a serious conversation until after the match?” 

“Don’t care about any of that anymore.” He says. “Me dad, me reputation with Man City. Don’t matter.” He mumbles into your hair. “Only you matter to me.” 

“Okay.” You whisper. 

“Okay, ya believe me? Or okay, ya wanna make this official?” 

“I want to be yours, Jamie.” You catch the smile on his face and he leans in, cradling your face. The kiss he gives you is so different from what you had experienced with Roy. This was slow, sweet, and loving. Jamie pecks your lips, once, two, three times, and when he pulls back, he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You sigh, contentedly. 

“That’s me girl.” He whispers, holding you close. You realize that this, with Jamie, was what you wanted. He kisses along your jawline, and you can’t help yourself, you smile. “Knew I could coax that gorgeous smile outta ya.” 

Jamie was infatuated with you, and if he was being honest, completely in love with you, and had been since you had been the only one willing to speak to him when he initially came back to Richmond. 

Jamie leads you to his car, and when you both get in, he pulls you across the center console onto his lap, sliding his large palm up to cup your face as he continues to kiss you. You were breathless, tangling your hands in his hair. 

When you both finally pull away, you smile. Jamie tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, just like he did that night in the bar. “I’ve waited so long to be able t’call ya mine, love.” Jamie murmurs, your noses touching. 

You stay like that, Jamie nuzzling you in his lap, while you think about everything that had happened. But you knew that nothing made you feel better than when Jamie held you. You stroke Jamie’s hair absentmindedly. You just hoped that you weren’t truly as terrible as you still felt. 

You close your eyes, reveling in the feeling of Jamie’s presence. This was more than enough.

[cheezeybread]

Anon McGee with an actual request this time [once again not pertaining to any actual game things, unfortunately, but I'm working on it LMAO. Twisting Wonderland will not be forgotten about, I prommy]

Starting to think about different kinds of mythologies and I've absolutely fallen in love with the idea of Selkies! And as a result, it only came naturally that the thought would come up of the Octavinelle trio with a reader who's a selkie!

For additional context on that if needed [both for yourself and for other people reading this], Selkies come from Celtic Folklore and are, watered down [haha], people who wear sealskins in order to turn into seals. Generally, I think they're described as being super kind and gentle, as opposed to other creatures of mythology you often hear of.

Thinking mostly of it being something that got them put in Octavinelle because it was assumed they'd fit in better there than anywhere else in NRC. Specifically I'm thinking of the reader being a Monk Seal Selkie because those seals tend to live in warmer, tropical climates and that fits in pretty well with Azul and the Tweel's species as well, making the Octa-Dorms a pretty comfortable place for something like that. I'm also thinking that this wasn't exactly something that the reader tried to keep hidden, but it also isn't exactly spoken of super often until the reader potentially loses the seal skin and it traps them to the confines of the land [which doesn't sound all that bad in THIS situation as long as it's quickly resolved, but many Selkie stories focus on the idea of losing the skin and as a result of that, their identity and freedom they had before].

Something something, it turns out someone took it or something, probably not even for malicious reasons, just because they were curious about it, or maybe they were snooping and accidentally got something on it and were trying to discreetly clean it and return it. Whatever works, really, reader is panicked, maybe gets to show off the seal a bit after the fact, something fun and chill like that.

Also, entirely unrelated to that, but I offer you my playlist of Ghost songs that is entirely curated to my tastes, but I feel like it's a good way to ease yourself into it more [most definitely not attempting to indoctrinate you]

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2LWceY9cJfeLZOayhbuxbm?si=Px81gThlRQmFWHFRvQEQlg

AHHHH I LOVE SELKIES SO MUCH !!!! I remember first reading the stories about them and thinking "omg that would make for SUCH a good yandere plot- with someone who steals their coat so they can't go home, and then the stealer is all like 'lol sucks you can't leave now let's get married'", does that make any sense?? I dunno, I'm very tired right now!

And YIPPEE, I'm getting indoctrinated, I'd always hoped it would happen to me eventually! I'm gonna be listening to that playlist while writing this XD

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Octavinelle was known for being a generally quiet and calm dorm. Even the area in which the Mostro Lounge was is a fairly chill area, since there were very strict rules about fighting. The most that happened was an occasional yelp of terror as Floyd managed to corner one of his dorm members. Other than that, it was smooth sailing.

Except for today.

Almost everyone got woken up by a panicked, terrified screech.

It had ended almost as soon as it began, so most students chalked it up to be some sort of weird half-asleep dream- the others who believed it to be real sat up in their beds....before going right back to sleep of continuing on with their daily routine. After all, they didn't have to worry about anything dangerous happening with Azul and the Twins to safeguard the place.

And, speaking of the devils, the trio began their march through the halls, knocking and banging on every door to find the source of the mysterious sound.

When they got to your room, they found that although the door was unlocked, you never came to answer it.

"Maybe they're out in the bathrooms," suggested Floyd, already tired of this tedious task.

"Doubtful," remarked Jade under his breath "We checked there first, did we not? Surely we would have seen them heading to the bathrooms on our search, as well."

"Hush, you fools!" Azul hissed, leaning his head closer to the door, his eyes squinting as if that could help him hear better. "They're in here. I can hear them....crying, I think?"

"Oh, dear, well, if they're crying, we should allow them some time to-" Jade started, clamping his mouth shut as Floyd brought his leg up and kicked the door as hard as he could, flinging the piece of wood off of its hinges.

"KNOCK, KNOCK, SELKIE" He said with a proud grin, hands stuffed in his pockets casually.

"Dear Sevens, Floyd, I hope you know that's coming out of your paycheck," Azul looked disgusted as he viewed the once-beautiful white wood door splintered into two pieces, laying on the floor.

He focused his attention on the inside of your room, his body relaxing when he saw that there was no imminent danger, but then he winced when he saw you sitting on the floor in front of your closet, sobbing.

"Oops, didn't know you liked that door that much," Floyd said in an attempt to lighten the situation. You sniffled and tried to stop your crying, wiping your eyes as you looked up.

"Oh fu- geez, sorry, guys, I didn't think-" You stopped yourself, rubbing your eyes one last time before taking a shuddery breath "I'm sorry for screaming, I didn't mean- I didn't mean to...."

"Dear me, what's got you in such a sorry state?" Jade asked, placing a hand on his chin thoughtfully "We assumed the worst had happened. Octavinelle is not a place where one may use their outside voices, as you are well aware."

You glanced back into your closet again, the action making you want to start sobbing again "I lost it- no, someone took it....my coat."

"Coat's ain't that expensive, jus' get you another one, Selkie," Floyd shrugged, figuring the whole issue was solved.

Azul shook his head, going through the list of students in his mind's eye. He had made it a point to memorize the basic facts of all the members of his dorm, of course. It gave him the high ground in any situations, knowing of their weaknesses in academics, or background, or anything of the sort. He knew who YN was. "Wrong type of coat, Floyd. It's not one you can just purchase at Sam's store on campus."

"Ah, yes, they mean..." Jade made a motion with his hands to mimic putting on a coat, then swimming. It was a rather...silly pose to do, which made you chuckle a bit, despite the situation. Perhaps he had meant to do that.

"Exactly. Their coat. The one that allows them to change forms." Azul let out a small sigh, bordering on frustration "Sevens, I wish it were so easy for us, imagine not having to drink that awful bitter potion every day to retain legs....it could be just as easy as taking off a jacket, but no-" he cleared his throat, stopping himself "Apologies, YN. So I assume the missing 'coat' was your reason for such a disorderly cry not too long ago?"

You nodded your head shamefully "Yes...I know I shouldn't have screamed, but with all the stories I heard growing up of humans taking our coats so we lose that part of ourselves...maybe I overreacted."

"You did," agreed Azul, not bothering to sugarcoat it "It's ridiculous for you to assume the worst in such a situation, and as a result, bother the rest of your dorm members. Besides, if you would have bothered to read the memo I posted in the wall just outside of the bathrooms, you would have seen that today is the day that the school's ghost-workers come gather our clothes to be washed and pressed- paid for entirely out of my pocket, might I add, as a reward for the dorm's excellent exam grades." He pushed his glasses up, rolling his eyes "You would have also seen that I made a footnote stating that for any clothes you do not wish to be taken, to lay them out on the foot of your bed, lightly sprinkled with salt."

Floyd made a retching sound in the corner of your room. "Yech, salty clothes."

You felt a little better knowing that your coat wasn't stolen, but the embarrassment of being caught red-handed at ignoring the Housewarden's memo made your face turn red, itself. "...Oh."

"Oh is right!" Azul said loudly "Now pick yourself off the ground and compose yourself. I'll send Jade to retrieve your coat before the Ghosts start their washing. I would send Floyd, but..." glancing over at the Eel-mer, who was busy entertaining himself by seeing if he could fit underneath your bed, Azul let out an aggravated noise "I assume you wouldn't want him touching such a precious item."

"No, I- I wouldn't," You said "Thank you, Housewarden Ashengrotto."

"You can thank me by cleaning out the pool once you have your coat back- I assume that being in your natural form would help you better reach the hard-to-get crevices under the water," And there was his angle. So much for him helping you out of the kindness of his heart.

You tried to manage a grateful smile nonetheless "The indoor or outdoor pool?" you asked. There was a very clear difference between the two and which one you would prefer to clean. The indoor one was a basic pool, treated with natural products so that any of the water-lovers in the dorm or merfolk could enjoy a nice swim without getting chlorine in their eyes, The outdoor one was on the back-end of the dorm, and was made up of legitimate water. While the entrance to the Octavinelle's pocket dimension made it appear as if the guest was swimming underwater and yet could still breath, the back was as close to the real ocean as one could get. The larger mer-creatures enjoyed swimming there, as well as any homesick students (who could breath underwater, of course). It had magically-altered coral and reef spaces, tons of rocks, and lots and lots of crevices...

You felt the bottom of your stomach dropped when Azul flashed his iconic business smile

"The Outdoor one, of course," He stated.

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This was a terrible job. It was so unrewarding to try and scrape off what barnacles there were sticking to rocks- mainly because the reef was entirely magicked up and the barnacles were consciously made a part of it! And also because, well, barnacles were natural in the ocean! Gahhhhh, curse you, Azul!

Although, now that you had time to think about it, maybe giving you such a meaningless task was Azul's plan to make you learn your lesson for making him go door-to-door searching for an emergency. That mean-spirited octopus...

"Ooooooh, Selkie's doing such a greeeeeat job!" A voice chirped from behind you. As you whirled around to see who it was, a phosphorescent light blinded you for a moment before you could see Floyd in his eel form.

Pushing down the prey instinct to run away, you forced yourself to turn around, continuing with your tasks. Floyd still lurked behind you, however, since the little lights on his body provided a faint glow.

"Can I help you with something?" You asked, your voice a mixture of grunts and barks in your current form.

Floyd had no trouble interpreting your words, and responded with chirps and clicks of his own eel tongue "Nope! Just bored!"

"Well, maybe you could help me out some."

"Hah! Not a chance, Selkie! Besides, everybody knows that those barnacles are spelled to grow back within ten minutes of being removed," Floyd grinned at you, swimming up and over you so that his head was in front of you, upside down, his sharp teeth flashing.

You frowned, looking back at the small section of barnacles you had just finished scraping.

They were all back in place. It looked like you hadn't even touched them.

You yelled out a few curses, throwing the blade in your hand onto the floor. It didn't feel as good as it did on land, though, since the water only made it gently float down.

"Sooooooo, you wanna ditch the boring scrapey-scraping and go for a swim?" the eel asked, mischief in his eyes already. Although, when did that look ever leave?

You pondered it for a moment before sighing. What else did you have to lose? This was a meaningless task anyway, like he said.

"Sure, why not?"

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[anon-e-miss]

Reformation - 7

Though Prowl had been aroused enough to tell Jazz, valve interface would most likely be doable so long as they took it nice and easy, he did not think there was any rush to test it. After a two orn long heat, Prowl’s gestational tank was plenty full and his intimate circuitry well deserving of a break. In generally, Prowl deserved a break. He had left his leave open, as was a common thing with working Omegas, given there was no knowing when a heat would end. Some Omegas had short heats, only a few mega-cycles, some had cycles that lasted a quartex. Two orns was a reasonably long heat and even though Omega formatting with stood it well, the longer the heat, the more worn out an Omega was after. Jazz knew from experience Prowl worked hard, too hard to take especially good care of him. Now he had an idea of what might have pushed Prowl to fixated on work and nothing but. It must have been easier to live when he had the distraction of work. How sick had he felt every time Alphas tried to use their fields to make him cow? At least when Jazz had seen it happen, Prowl had never flinched. He was far stronger than he thought he was.

“This is not terrible,” Prowl said, showing Jazz how the armour look. The armour was made of a particularly flexible alloy, and styled with many plates. It flowed over his belly. More plates could be added, along with silicone panels, as his forge extended. Provided, the proto-spark did not reabsorb.

“Is it comfortable?” Jazz asked. Really, that was the only thing that mattered.

“It is,” Prowl replied. Jazz had ordered a new chestplate as well. It hugged his wells rather than compress them and was adjustable as well. He looked good. “I suppose I should see Ratchet.”

“Did ya want me to come with?” Jazz asked. “If ya wanna be alone, that’s yer right.”

“Morale support would be good.”

Jazz was happy with that answer. He did not want Prowl suffering due to the fact Jazz had sparked him up. It did not matter that it was a risk of heats and ruts and one he had been conscious of when he approached Prowl. It was probably his suspicious nature due to his line of work and upbringing, Jazz had not been keen to see just any random Alpha go off with such a valuable Autobot. When he had decided to approach Prowl, he had been prepared to be rejected and to take the rejection like a grown aft mech but he had also been ready to book the room next to where Prowl ended up and to make sure the Alpha that took him was not some Alpha spy. Knowing what he did not, the idea of Prowl being taken prisoner was considerably more horrific. It would be horrifying for any Omega, everyone knew what would happen to a captive Omega, but for Prowl… on some level it would be that much worse.

“I know you took an open leave so I can guess why you’ve come for an examine,” Ratchet said when the treatment door closed. “Just why is this bane of my existence here?”

“Love ya too Ratch,” Jazz replied.

“He saw me through my heat,” Prowl replied. “He heard my spark ignite but I don’t recall feeling anything.”

“I generally trust a Polyhexian’s audio horns,” Ratchet said. “Especially ones as trained for snooping as Jazz’s.”

“I thought the same,” Prowl sighed. 

“Lie down on the berth and I’ll do a scan,” Ratchet directed. “The armour is new.”

“Jazz ordered it,” Prowl replied. “The armour I was wearing pinched my protoform.”

“Good choice,” Ratchet said.

“Ori suggested it,” Jazz replied.

Ratchet opened a holo-emitter and took out a small wand. He ran it over Prowl’s spark. Given the two orns of overloads, Prowl’s spark was swollen and full of excess energy. The scanner documented every reading, noted that the increased depth of Prowl’s spark’s corona was within normal range for an Omega freshly out of heat. Everything was normal. The temperature was elevated but stabilizing and the rate of its pulses was normal as well. It was good, if Prowl’s spark had absorbed the protospark, that was fine, but it was important to observe an Omega’s spark regardless whether you thought they had taken or remained open, there were sometimes complications with an Omega’s spark that needed a medics intervention.

“Look here,” Ratchet said. Jazz saw Prowl tense his jaw before he also turned his helm to the screen.

***

“Is that normal?” Jazz asked. The protospark was oblong, instead of spherical and it looked dense in weird spots.

“It’s splitting,” Ratchet replied. 

“Oh wow,” Jazz stared.

“Twins…” Prowl whispered.

“Sometimes in splitting, one or both will reabsorb. It’s a vulnerable time for any proto-spark but proper splitting takes additional energy and proto-sparks don’t always have it in them.”

“Is there something I, or we should do?” Prowl asked.

“Overload is about the only thing you can do,” Ratchet replied. “No merging. It can confuse them.”

“Can I even carry twins?” Prowl asked and he blanched when he realized he had spoken it out loud.

“Twin carryings are a bit riskier than singletons but only by a small percentage,” Ratchet replied. “There’s no reason for me to believe you’ll have any trouble.”

“I am not a natural Omega,” Prowl replied. Ratchet tensed.

“That is not on your medical records,” he replied.

“I did not want anyone to know,” Prowl said. “Mecha that knew, my fellow enforcers, they treated me as something even worse than an Omega.”

“I don’t gossip about patients,” Ratchet assured him. “I think if I did I’d have Jazz and Punch both after my helm. And, sorry Jazz, I think your originator scares me more.”

“Fair take,” Jazz replied with good humour. There was no doubt in Prowl’s processor that he would be dangerous if he  thought someone had wronged Prowl.

“Your physiology is no different than a natural Omega’s,” Ratchet told him. 

“My pelvis was broken before the reformation was complete,” Prowl explained. “I do not know if it was reconfigured correctly.”

“Let me do some scans,” Ratchet said and he did a detailed scan of Prowl’s pelvic girdle. When it was done, Prowl’s skeletal structure was displayed on the emitter, along with his various components. “I can see the connections between your valve and gestational tank are normal. So is the connection between your gestational tank and forge. The channel between your spark and forge is straight and wide, which is ideal and your pelvis, though it is thicker where it was broken, is well shaped. Every thing looks exactly as I would want it to.”

“Thank you,” Prowl replied.

“Take another orn off,” Ratchet said. “I want to see you again in an orn to see how to split went and I want you to take it easy.”

“Is that really necessary?” Prowl asked. “I prefer to work than to malinger.”

“Necessary is debatable in circles,” Ratchet replied. “Alpha medics might have you back in the fields picking talc but I know better than them. Letting your code settle before you are surrounded by them is ideal.”

“I understand.”

Twins. Holy Primus. 

“Jazz?” He asked.

“My place or yours?” Jazz asked.

“For… oh… you intend to nurse me,” Prowl said.

“I intend to take responsibility,” Jazz replied.

“As you should,” Ratchet interjected. “Go with Jazz to his hab. I know what yours looks like. His at least won’t look like a prison cell.”

[blouisparadise]

There were some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of January. We really hope you enjoy this list and show these fics love. Happy reading!

1) Strawberry Cake | Teen & Up | 1,789 words

When Louis gets stuck in a bad situation at a bar, Harry steps in to help.

2) Intoxicated | Mature | 2,156 words

“Could, I-uh- get a drink, perhaps?” The stranger asks. Louis snaps back. Quickly closing his mouth and attempting to respond to the deep and surprisingly demanding voice. “Oh, I’m sorry but we are closed for the day” Louis responds. In all honesty he could have made the man a drink, but the lack of supplies Louis had thus far prevented him from offering anything but a half drunk bottle of beer. “But the door was open.” The person retrots. Inviting himself further into the establishment and seating himself down on one of the tables. Louis knits his eyebrows together out of confusion. He also stops admiring the man and feels annoyance building up instead. “Yes, the door was open, but my bar is still closed.” Louis replies. Annunciating the fact that he was in charge so his words could be taken more seriously by this customer that was turning from charming to sour.

3) I’ll Love You When The Oceans Dry, I’ll Love You When The Rivers Freeze | Explicit | 2,515 words

Harry and Louis are on vacation with their friends. Louis gets very drunk so Harry takes him back to his hotel room. He sees text exchanges about Louis liking some guy and he gets jealous so snoops more and realizes it is him. In the morning, Louis realizes that Harry snoops and secrets are revealed.

4) Powerless (And I Don't Care) | Explicit | 4,061 words

Everyone on tour calls each other daddy, don’t ask why. And Louis is so used to calling everyone “daddy” that, when he finally comes home, naturally he calls Harry that.

5) Now You Hang From My Lips | Explicit | 6,292 words

Louis gives him an appraising look—starting at the soles of his expensive shoes and ending at the top of his head. “Just a drink,” he answers, because he loves this part—the chase. He loves having someone hanging on his every word and if there’s one thing for sure he’ll make somebody work for it. If H isn’t down for that, if he gives up too easily then it wasn’t meant to be anyways. Because that’s the other half of it, Louis also wants someone who will put him in his place. “Well in that case, I’ve got room with a minibar. Why don’t you come upstairs with me and you can have whatever you want.” Bingo.

6) Mother In Law | Mature | 8,070 words

Harry has been watching Louis from afar for about a month, but he refuses to call himself a stalker. He just admires him, not following him like a creep. Until one day, Louis approaches him. They have sex. Harry finds out that Louis is rich and he feels insecure. He decides that he needs to let Louis go. The problem is Louis falls deeper.

7) Behind Smoke Stained Curtains | Explicit | 19,054 words

It was a particularly lonely night when Harry walked through his door with a flurry of snow. He was a little rough around the edges with a trucker hat pushed down over untamed long hair. He looked a little greasy, a shower definitely not in his recent past. His tan Carhartt work coat was smudged with dirt and oil and caked with grime, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. The scent was overwhelming as soon as he walked in, unmasked alpha from days on the road stewing in a cab of his own pheromones. Louis was sure it was so deep into the fabric of his coat that no amount of washing would ever truly remove the stench. The worlds align when Louis meets an alpha from the road with as many secrets as he holds himself.

8) Sunshine (You Temptress) | Explicit | 26,870 words

All it took was one idiotic dare, one boy, one night. He’s twenty eight years old, six months fresh out of possibly the worst break up you could ever imagine, and his Friday nights are spent fucking a nineteen year old stranger. He’s still not completely sure how it happened.

10) The Road Not Taken | Explicit | 35,285 words

Louis’ not paying attention as his phone unlocks, and he’s shocked when the thread opens and there’s only one message there from an unknown contact. I’m home. For a minute he assumes it’s got to be a wrong number, and before he can decide whether to just ignore it or send a response the three dots show up and then a second message. It’s Harry by the way. And finally a third right after that. Are you busy tonight?

11) You Could Be The One That I Love | Explicit | 39,797 words

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Niall waved off. “Now, let’s talk man to man to man. You two have had a crush on each other since uni. Now’s your chance to finally get something going. I could see the sparks and connection and attraction back then and I can still see it now, God damn it! You’re just denying fate at this point.” He looked impassioned, his blue eyes wide and imploring. Louis shook his head again and chuckled. “You can’t just snap your finger and expect us to, like, get it on.” “I’m not,” he reasoned. “I’m merely telling you to do something about it.”

12) Paradise Is Getting Closer | Mature | 52,685 words

Louis hated his life, which consisted only of death and destruction. Despite the lives he had saved and continued to save, a part of him couldn't feel satisfied. He had been the one who gave up a normal life and although he knew what was to come, the loneliness had never left him in all these years, not even for a second. He felt it in his heart every time he approached a target, he felt it in the few minutes before falling asleep in his dingy car or while he allowed himself a few hours of sleep before setting off again, and he felt it every time he closed that door behind him.

13) Don't Want No Other Shade Of Blue | Explicit | 58,638 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“I know you’re putting on an act,” says Harry after a moment, and Louis scowls when he realises the prince is actually amused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Louis. “All I’ve heard over the past couple of years are rumours of Prince Louis’ kindness, and generosity, and oh, he’s so handsome I can barely pour his tea without shaking!” says Harry, putting on a silly, high-pitched voice for the last bit. Louis’ scowl deepens. “I would already know if you were just another selfish, bratty omega prince. You can’t fool me, darling, but I admire your efforts.” “As you said,” Louis grits out, “those are only rumours. I assure you, I’m a terrible person.”

14) Men Are Shit | Explicit | 77,728 words

Welcome to Louisland. Here you'll find fluffy socks, chaos and always enough alcohol to toast the fact that all men are shit.

15) You Were My Because | Explicit | 109,089 words

Note: Please remember to check tags for any trigger warnings.

Louis has battled the demons of his past for years now and has little hope of finding happiness for himself. Especially now that a school reunion is taking place and the memories of his school days are suddenly coming back with full force. But after rain always comes sunshine, in Louis’ case in the form of his old schoolmate Harry. A story about healing, friendship, finding trust and love.

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please old man/bookclub five headcanons, I loved ur last post about him!

hope you're feeling okay :]

Gasp!

I'm going to assume normal bookclub bc idk what s4 "bookclub" is. But I can totally ramble off about him in a casual club for books.

*he reads the books too fast and gets more peeved at the others who end up going very very slow. If someone doesn't finish a book, he admittly makes a comment "why are you in a book club if you can't finish a book is beyond me but-" old man shrug. It's not a fight worth having, he's just being a dick.

* brings the members strawberries and other fresh produce when he can. He likes showing off the stuff he grows and brings snacks.

*gets REALLY into the books. It's like he gets a micro fandom to be in every month. He reads it though like 3 times and then listens to the audio book once. Looks up if there's anything else. Maybe even discovers fanfiction...but he tries not to get that desperate.....he's read a few for particularly addictive books.

*has given a huge ramble about how the Great Gatsby would have been better and a lot of stuff settled if Gatsby and caraway kissed. He does it so casually too like he's not trying to make a progressive point or spark bigger queer discussion. He just genuinely thinks that's the answer to the book. More man kissing.

* speaking of, the more queer books they end up reading, the more he questions his everything. He probably has gone up to Viktor about stuff in these books and try to weasel out a "no it's not like that. Your totally a normal cishet man five." but neh it's ALWAYS "yeah that seems very realistic to the queer existence. Why so curious?" And he ends up not being able to admit he connects with said books. Viktor knows but he's not going to hound his brother any time soon. Five knows once he leaves the closet,there's people waiting to be supportive.

*the old ladies there can't stop babying him. He tries very hard to be as old man and as mature as he can but they don't listen and pinch his cheeks and pat his head. He is trying to do less sudden grandma wrist breaking to he takes it for the most part. They can be wrong. He will keep doing what he does. And he hates to admit the attention from women in his age range is nice. Sad he can't make any moves.

* for the holidays the bookclub goes caroling. Five isn't a fan but tags along. They most likely end up at one of his siblings houses and he gets cold feet. They can't see him in a dorky sweater and singing. Last Christmas he threw a fit about sweaters. But if he doesn't move, the club will leave him in the snow. Ruthless old farts.

Allison answers the door. Around 5 old people, 4 local parents and......five??? They stare daggers at eachother as five poorly sings oh holy night with the group. Then leaves. The other members noticed the tension but didn't want to say much.

*Lila tried to join once to get 'in' with the parents that are involved but was so booooored. "Five, no one should be having this much fun talking this much about a book. Period. Im almost concerned that you have finally gone senial."

*if five didn't like a book, he makes a PowerPoint on why and how. He is very detailed in his opinions. He wishes the others would do the same but no body can match his freak.

*he brings mr. Pennycrumb with him bc service dog and everyone there loves him.

* I think everyone assumes five is just a very lonely mentally or physically ill young man and try there best to be nice. He isn't fond of there borderline pity but he enjoys there company none the less.

* Diana from the PTA makes the best lemon cookies. Five eats more than he should.

*on top of book club, they like to take outings together to walk around and see the community. Do easy elderly friendly geocashes and eat at local cafes. Five likes when they go to the library because then they can snoop around for more books.

I hope you like these :3

[wordy-little-witch]

From this post

Tldr: transfemme buggy and the quaking of the seas

I have an absolutely unhealthy obsession with fantasy science. I have an unhealthy obsession for one piece. Mix em together and you get this:

Devil Fruits are so freaking weird man. They are supernatural, by common story telling throughout the series, and then you find out they can be replicated through science. You can make whole ass test tube babies with those powers by mixing source DNA and Lunarian DNA. The accessibility to research on Devil Fruits is lacking, and I do whole heartedly believe that's due to the world government. But we DO know some specific things.

Zoans, Logias and Paramecias are the three categories, then they have sub categories. Zoans can awaken. But can Logias? Can Paramecias? Are some Devil Fruits mislabeled due to lack of research or misinformation? It's basically highly unusual biochemistry.

I already believe whole heartedly that Buggy has some knowledge of medicine - she's not a doctor by any means, but she knows enough to take care of some simple to moderate concerns. Nurse practitioner, basically.

I feel like Buggy, no longer drowning the drsphoria-she-didn't-realize-she-had, would be open to exploring the world and being as curious and fascinated as she damn well pleases.

It starts, as many things do in her life, with something learned from or about a certain man in a straw hat. First Roger, then Shanks, now Luffy - strawhatted monsters plague her life. But this monster has done something even Roger and Shanks deemed dangerous - he mad her curious.

The tales of what happened in Wano spread like wildfire. The Strawhats learn about Cross Guild. Cross Guild learns about them not too long after. And Buggy pauses when Crocodile laughs his distinctive way as he reads a passage from the article in the news.

Paramecias do not allow for transformation. She knows this. She researched Devil Fruits near obsessively after the Pineapple Incident to cope with the new fear and then a genuine fascination. She has read damn near every available document on Devil Fruits in the Cardinal Seas and Grandline. She knows about Devil Fruits.

Luffy's Devil Fruit turns everyone on its head. A normal person might chalk it up to him being a D, might say that that little spitfire doesn't follow logic in any capacity; Buggy knows better.

Buggy knows because she is a D herself, something she only recently announced, by blood and bond both. Buggy knows Luffy is not an idiot, that he does follow his own logic, and she knows that that has nothing to do with his personal logic.

Buggy knows this, and Buggy knows Devil Fruits, and now Buggy is Thinking.

She quickly comes to a few hypotheses.

1) Luffy's Devil Fruit is either not a paramecia at all, which would mean the information available has been altered, changed or purposefully misrepresented.

2) The study on Devil Fruits only goes so far - she knows this specially to be true, given how she herself had so many questions that have yet to be answered regarding the topic. If that is the case, Luffy may well have simply harnessed an otherwise unaddressed or undiscovered aspect of his Fruit specifically or Fruits in general.

2B) if Luffy's Devil Fruit can change his surroundings, can Awaken like a Zoan, then could any Fruit do that? Could Logias? Could all Paramecias? Could hers-?

And she stops.

Buggy's got a history of pyromania, bordering on terrorism ((and she'll argue those semantics another time, the WG is so annoying-)). She loves a good bomb, a good explosion, she adores making her bombs and updating weapons and studying chemistry.

She also was a Warlord, brief as it was, and absolutely snooped around the marine headquarters. The schematics and information on their infamous Buster Calls was sparse, she'd give them that, but it only took her three meetings to get a good grasp on it all. The concept was good, she'd admit that, but it was wild, untamed, unrefined. It was simply a glorified firework meets cannon ball meets biochemical warfare.

But it had given her Ideas.

Marines do their schematics so oddly, but she could appreciate a change in perspective, especially when it also inspired her.

Explosions are chemicals, are catalysts, are combustion - and combustion is fission, is fusion, is expansive.

If she could find a way to cause the fission and fusion on her specific terms, could isolate, map, and replicate the event on command, it could revolutionize everything.

She's had the thought in mind for a while prior to this, but the revelation regarding Luffy, Devil Fruits and the woeful lack of research and study there leaves her with a fire in her best.

Especially since Buggy D Clown, Emperor and Captain and Chairwoman, has the Chop Chop Fruit.

She can split and reassemble at will.

She can control the fissures and fusions of her body.

How deep, how small, can that control go? Is there a set area around her? It works on her clothes. Why does it work on her clothes? Is there a range already? Can she control it? Can she expand it?

Can she impose it on other things?

Could Buggy actually make a seas damned mega bomb with her Devil Fruit?

That doesn't even begin on her endless thoughts on others. Does Alvida have a range? Can she impose her ability elsewhere? It supposedly worked on her weight, but that's not friction - what's up with that? Is it internal? Would blunt force trauma hurt her? Could blades? If it slips OFF, could things slip THROUGH?

And Galdino, his abilities are incredible. But it's a Paramecia, isn't it? Why isn't it a Logia? Is it because of the nature of the substance? He's a 'human candle' as he so aptly put it, but what's the limit? What's the capacity? What does that mean?

On that front, what about Crocodile? Sand is a nifty power, yes, but rather limited on the open sea without an additional source. She has no doubt he's deft with it, but could there be more to it than she knows? Could there be more than he knows? Could a Logia Awaken? What would that look like?

Buggy is a Flashy Fool, the Genius Jester, but right now, she is plain old Buggy - curious, excited and itching to experiment.

She asks questions - simple ones, odd ones, gathers her data as best she can. She will not use her friends as guinea pigs, she refuses, but she's going to compile, record, and analyze everything until she has a chance to go a little science.

She's a pirate, her morals are skewed, but she will not harm innocent, good people.

Everyone else is fair game.

And with a curious clown diving into a field of research so often controlled by the Marines, it brings the expanse of misinformation, control of knowledge, and fascist tendencies to glaring light.

And Buggy the Bombastic Clown lives up to her name in unexpected ways.

The Seas learn to fear when she holds up a hand, poses her finger to snap, and smiles. Your fate is sealed, more often than not, when blood red lips stretch and damn near coo, "Boom~".

And when some information about Pluton cones to light? Well.

She's got a fascinating option to power this behemoth of a war ship. Turns out keeping the Clown in the Guild was the best decision Crocodile could have hoped for.

Buggy takes the world by storm and it turns out being a war ship's power cell isn't even the biggest thing she discovers.

[ask-prosci]

Prosciutto Ask Blog. I guess.

Hey. :) Welcome to my... ask blog. I guess. Like it says in the title. You already know my alias. It's Prosciutto, but you may call me Prosci or Pros if you would like.

This is a system ask-blog. Better yet, a way for me to have the opportunity to share my exo-memories with others and also be able to make some new friends.

There are currently two people who have been fronting the most and running this blog. Those two people would be myself and Melone, as she loves to snoop into my business constantly. Illuso and Sorbet are also here, but are less likely to interact.

Reblogs are better than likes, although I don't expect an ask to get reblogged unless it's funny or something. This is just how Tumblr works considering the algorithm for this site is different from other apps.

X)

Blog Rules and Boundaries Below

Not all replies will be answered with art, but I'll try my best to keep up with it.

This blog was inspired by both @bucciarati-answers and @inquirepannacottafugo.

Answers will be based off of exo-memories, meaning that each of us individually have our own memories of what happened in the past, including the canon events of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo.

This does not mean that our memories are headcanons as they were real events we all went through, but we're also aware of the realities of being within The Cave System and being entirely based off of the anime. Do with that as you will.

Be respectful. Obviously.

Send whatever you want to send. I don't believe in a TMI.

If I am uncomfortable with an ask I will ignore and delete it. If there are repeated asks from the same person that make me uncomfortable, then I will block you.

With that being said just try to act with kindness. Please.

No bigotry, sexism, homophobia/transphobia, misogyny, anything of that nature.

Do not dehumanize me. It's okay to joke from time to time about some aspects of myself, but don't go as far as to say you will "yurify" me or recklessly make jokes about my death. I'm a very real person with very real feelings like the rest of you and this type of talk with someone you do not know is disrespectful.

Don't expect sunshine and rainbows from me. I was born a bitch and I plan on staying that way.

I'll most likely answer asks that have more substance to them. The more you give me to work with the more you will get in return. :)

This ask blog will not go into anything sexual (nothing detailed, at least), but there will be casual talk about drugs, violence, intrusive thoughts, and the like. With that being said, I do not care if minors interact with this blog, but just know we are adults and we would feel more comfortable with other adults interacting with us.

I'll update this introduction post periodically.

Thank you for reading thus far. I'm excited to see what everyone asks.

-Prosciutto

[fandoms-in-law]

Muddy Letters - The Conclusion

Authors Note: I have 2 possible summaries for this fic and neither really work for posting it all in one story. Instead both the summary I want to use and the story is in 3 parts: The Re-Beginning, The Beginnging, The Conclusion (you are here)

Contrary to normal expectations, I suggest reading the Re-beginning first.

Summary: It started with a car theft and an apology note. It ended with a fathers anger and discovery. It began again with Dustin helping Steve pack up his room.

Now it ends with an interesting way to prevent Dustin snooping anymore.

/\/\

Dustin was not expecting, nor was he happy to find out, that helping Steve move into his new home was, for him at least, less moving and unpacking boxes and more being given a shovel, taking to the garden and told to dig.

“How is this helping anything? What am I digging anyway? Flowerbeds?” He demanded, trying to give the shovel back and head toward the house.

“It’s helping me fill a decades old promise and helping you avoid snooping and invading my privacy again.” Steve replied, a bitchy smirk on on his face. “Besides, you should be thrilled. You get to dig the start of the Hobbit Hole. You love those books, right?”

He threw the shovel down, “What promise? How do you know about Smiles? You refuse to read them! It can’t be a hobbit hole. There’s no hill to dig into.”

“Make good progress and I might answer some of those questions. If he other shitheads snoop they’ll help you out here, okay?” Steve called, heading back to his new house, but a sharp glance over his shoulder confirmed Dusting wouldn’t be allowed back in unless the weather drastically changed.

~

“Here’s the kids,” Nancy called, “I’m staying too to ensure some unpacking actually gets done.”

Steve hurried out of the house, grinning at the group that had arrived, “We need Eddie and Robin to get the van here to start on that. Come in so I can show you around.”

“Dustin is excited to help you. Where is he?” El asked, looking around, trying to spot him.

“Oh he’s already helping. Insisted I pick him up absurdly early to help, so I gave him a project to work on.” He explained. “After the tour, I’ll show you his project and all you brats can decide how you want to help.”

Mike predictably glared, “We aren’t brats.”

“Says the brattiest of the group.” Steve bitched back, “Come on.”

~

“This doesn’t look like digging, Henderson,” Steve called, leading the group over to him. “Are you planning how to snoop again?”

“Tunnels need supports and structure, Steve.” Dustin countered, tone implying insults he didn’t say. “If you want a hobbit hole it needs planning, not just ‘Start digging and figure it out as you go’.”

Steve laughed, shaking his head. “As if you’ll get far enough to need that today. And it has been planned, a long time ago so I’ve been told. The area marked off needs digging down into first.”

“By who? And why is he digging?” Mike demanded, coming to stand beside Steve.

“A friend and partly because he tried looking at private things when helping me pack, partly because he insisted on helping before any of my stuff is here to be unpacked.” Steve easily explained. “And if you keep that attitude, you can grab a shovel and help him too.”

Lucas looked over the area for a moment before asking, “Can we see the plans or are they private too?”

Steve shrugged, “They aren’t here and I’m not having you brats trying to be project managers. Now,” He clapped, “Who’s helping Dustin and who’s in the house?”

~

Eddie and Robin were clearly unloading boxes for a while before knocking on the door. There were boxes stacked into a wall in front of it with only space for an arm to stick through as it currently was doing.

“Thank you, Thing.” Steve laughed when it waved. “Guessing you got here while I had everyone in the garden.” He leant closer as the arm withdrew, to peer through at Eddie’s equally amused face.

“About ten minutes ago, I’d say. You tell me how the timings match up. Are you dismantling my wall now?” Eddie crooned, smiling when the boxes were soon taken from the top and Steve’s spot peering through was taken by Mike glaring suspiciously.

“Do you know how Steve knows about hobbits?” He asked, as if Steve merely knowing of them was wrong.

He laughed, “Easy, I told him about them. We decided you kids are dwarves and he’s Bilbo.”

“Hey!”

“There are too many of you to be hobbits but only one Steve.”

~

Everything had been given a place and Steve was hopeful they’d have a quiet evening from how worn out they all were, between moving, unpacking and digging a decent trench in his garden. He could feel those hopes flounder when Dustin came through, now in clean clothes and with a determined gleam in his eyes.

“You’ve only known Eddie since Spring Break. How could building a hobbit hole be a decades old promise when he claims to be the one to tell you about hobbits?” He rattled off, trying to figure out his mystery as he spoke.

“We were penpals once. Lost touch and didn’t immediately know each other in the reunion.” Eddie said, swatting the questions from the air.

Dustin’s glare turned on him, “That makes no sense! The only penpal schemes are to other countries or states. And why would Steve promise a hobbit hole to a penpal he couldn’t meet?”

“We met too. Eddie didn’t say it was just letters.” Steve rolled his eyes, crossing his arms to show how done with the conversation he felt. “Can we watch the film now?”

“I want answers to all these secrets.” Dustin insisted, a whine in his voice as he sat deliberately in front of the TV to block everyone’s views of it.

Eddie and Steve exchanged a look and sighs before Eddie jumped up, “Fine. I’ll tell you the tale of how I became the man I am today and how Uncle Wayne is ever a vital clue to know if I was in your past.”

“And how he forgets where places are in a month of not visiting them.” Steve added, smirking.

“Hush!” The rebuttal was easily given, “Now I was just a young thing-”

Steve listened to Eddie’s recounting of their childhood friendship with a smile: They could keep some promises to each other now.

[meiissblog]

Another life part 3 🤍 Gojo x Fem reader (isekai fic)

THIS STORY IDEA WAS TAKEN FROM @stsg-losers thank you for this amazing idea! 😊💕

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS for Jujutsu kaisen ⚠️

(If you’re not caught up with the JJK manga avoid this story at all costs).

Please read all the parts of this story first you can find all the chapters Here.

~ Another life 🤍 ~

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️

angst, some sexual talk but a lot of fluffy love. 😭

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Y/N POV:

Me, Gojo, and Miyoko sit at our dining table as me and gojo eat our late dinner.

As Miyoko gushes about the day she had with her grandma. “- And then Grandma showed me her greenhouse and her plants, it was amazing!”. “Your grandmother does have a talent for growing beautiful flowers, I’m so happy you had a good day with your grandma”. I pat Miyoko’s head. when the kids finally arrive back from their concert.

Piling in from the back entranceway.

“Hey, kids have fun?”. “Yeah, Mom it was great!”. Tsumiki smiles.

All the usual people came in yuji, nobara, geto’s girls, and Surprisingly maki, Mai, todo, and Yuta also pile in. “Oh maki,Mai, todo, and yuta it’s been awhile”. “Hey! Mrs. Satoru!”. They all answer back in unison. “Are you all spending the night?”. Kenshi answers “We would like that if it’s okay with you mom, Dad”. I look over at Gojo and he shugs giving me the go-ahead.

“Alright, it’s okay since it’s the weekend, but all of you know the rules everyone stays out in the living room together, no staying in separate rooms”.

A bunch of “alright, Mrs. Satoru’s”. echo from the crowd of kids. All of the teens grab different varieties of snacks before they head out into the living room.

“I’m sorry you two but I have some business to take care of in my office, toru if you can please take Miyoko to bed for me”.

“No problem y/n”.

I get up and go to my office, the guilt already overcoming me as I sit in my chair. I pick up the papers Mike forced into my face earlier today.

•flashback•

“What you don’t know your man is whoring around on you behind your back”.

Mike holds up a paper shoving it in my face I hesitantly take it from him.

They’re messages from Gojo’s email to another person.

“Baby, I miss you when are you going to get some time to yourself”.

“The wife has me busy nowadays baby, it’s annoying I want nothing more than to see you”.

The messages go down the entire page. Gojo talking about leaving me and the kids and taking half of my family's money so he can disappear with this person, whoever they are. My heart aches the dates were months before the accident.

“You’re lying you-“.

“A PI found this information not me, listen

y/n I know you think all I want is for you to sell the company.

but the truth is I want YOU, I’d never cheat on you”.

•flashback over•

I set the papers down letting out a sad sigh, as I open my desk door pulling out Gojo’s laptop recovered from his car after the accident.

I know I’m wrong for snooping through Gojo’s personal laptop…, but to check the legitimacy of these emails, I have to see for myself if they’re fake or not.

My body starts to slightly shake out of anxiety, as I open the laptop and turn it on.

I feel so guilty… I’m sorry gojo, The computer turns on I try to log in on his account trying a few different passwords. I eventually got in,

Miyoko 8907? I’m surprised he made it so simple.

His Home Screen pops up and his background is a picture of me and him from when we first dated. I smile a bit, I Browse through all his documents and pictures nothing out of the ordinary.

I open his trash bin and it was Empty, I then open the web browser and went into his email. I check to see if Gojo’s email matched the email on the paper and it did.

I pull up the mailbox and check through the new emails, but nothing. If Gojo was cheating wouldn’t his lover email him by now? I mean he hasn’t had his laptop or phone in over 2 months.

He was in a coma for a while, and then only woke up for a week before he lost his memories. Unless he was just smart enough to delete everything?

Shit.. let me check his other social media, if he did cheat there has to be some kind of record of it.

I checked through everything and nothing seemed strange.

What the hell..? did Mike think he could make something like this up?! I lean back in my chair frustrated.

There is still a possibility Gojo did cheat, he was just smart enough to hide it. I’ll give this one more month, to see if Gojo might get his memories back or if they’ll message Gojo.

if not, I’ll be honest with Gojo and show him what Mike showed me.

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- one week later -

“Mommy!”. I stand at the kitchen stove stirring the soup for dinner. “Yes, darling what is it?”. “When can Ichigo and Yoruichi come out of the room? I mean they went to the vet and they’re fine so can they come out now”.

“Well, we’ve been giving Kyo some space, for now, two new Kitties in his home is a lot for him to take in”. Miyoko Looks up at me sad. “But this is there house two”. “Yes, it is! But this was Kyo’s home first. he just needs to take some time to adjust to the new change he is still going up to the door and growling, so I think it’s going to take a bit more time. I promise by Monday they’ll come out”.

“Can I go and see them now please”.

“Umm-“. “I’ll take her y/n don’t worry about it just keep making dinner”. Gojo holds out his hand to Miyoko, she happily takes it waking with her to the guest room.

Gojo POV:

We both enter the guest room. “Kitties!”. Miyoko States in complete joy, running up to the bed where Ichigo and Yoruichi are lying together. She carefully jumps up and crawls over towards them petting Yoruichi’s head. “I’m surprised you didn’t name the black cat Luna Since you love Sailor Moon so much”.

“I thought about it but Yoruichi is so cool and so is Ichigo”. I go into deep thought. “How did a four-year-old like you end up watching Bleach anyway?”.

“Yuji,nobara, and Megumi were watching it out In The living room, I knew I shouldn’t be watching it. mama told me no but Yuji and Nobara thought it would be funny to let me watch it without letting Megumi know.

When he found out he got really mad and scolded them and brought me to bed”.

I laugh slightly trying to not let Miyoko see me. Those idiots. I think to myself. “Daddy?”. “Yeah, kid”. “Can I hug you?”. I open my arms. “Of course, come here”. “ she stands up on the bed walks over, and hugs me tightly around my waist. I Pat her head smiling when I feel my shirt start to get wet. “Hey- you okay?”. She looks up at me tears streaming down her eyes sniffling. “H-hey why are you crying?! Are you feeling sick or hurt?!”.

“No… I was just thinking about after you had your accident, Mommy, comforted me and told me you were gonna be okay.

But I heard Yuji and Megumi talking and they said you might not make it home-“. Her little Voice cracks as she wipes some of her tears away using her shirt. I kneel next to the side of the bed holding her shoulders In my hands. “I’m right here silly, I’m fine”. She hugs me around my neck. “I know,

I just don’t know what I would do if you left us. please don’t leave us, we need you”. She hiccups, crying the pain in her voice even making me tear up.

I pull away. “Look at me Silly”. She looks at me, as I Gently wipe away her tears using my thumbs. “I won’t leave you, I promise I’m sorry for making you worry”.

“I love you Daddy”. “ and I love you”. I hug again her rubbing her back.

We stay like that for a few moments when I pull away. “Stay here for a moment”. I get up and go into the bathroom picking up a washcloth and running it under some warm water. I head back kneeling next to the bed once again, gently cleaning Miyoko’s face. “We should go back to the kitchen your mom is probably done with dinner”.

“Okay.., could you carry me?”. “Sure kid, come here”.

I pick up Miyoko carrying her to the kitchen.

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All of us sit at the table casually talking, “Miyoko your birthday is coming up what would you like to do?”. y/n asks Miyoko smiles. “Can we all go to an amusement park?”. “Oh, you Don’t want a birthday party With your friends?”. “No, I just want to have fun with all of you instead”.

“Us, as well”. nobara and Yuji ask at the same time. “Of course! I would like Maki, Mai, Nanako, and Mimiko to come as well I would also like Uncle Geto to come as well if he isn’t working”.

All the teens start gushing and giving out ideas for the party. Miyoko excitedly joins the conversation. When y/n lays her head against my shoulder yawning. I whisper “Y/n you okay?”. “Yeah, I’m just tired and kinda Nauseous I don’t know why”. “You look pale maybe you should go lie down”. I gently kiss the side of her forehead. And Y/n rubs my chest. “If you don’t mind putting dinner away”. “No baby, I don’t mind go, rest”. I quickly peck y/n’s lips she hums in contentment kissing me back before she gets up waking away, presumably back to our bedroom. my eyes follow y/n’s ass. When I notice how Megumi,nobara, Yuji, and Kenshi look at me in mild disgust. “What??? Would you rather me and y/n fight?”.

“Yes-“. They all answer back in unison. “I think you and Mom are cute Dad”. tsumiki remarks. “ I do two!”. Miyoko states smiling.

I Finish up putting Miyoko to bed when I finally enter mine and y/n’s bedroom where she is on her computer with her glasses on, the little wrinkle between her eyebrows making me laugh a bit to myself.

“Y/n you should be relaxing if you’re not feeling good”. I go over to the dresser taking off my pants and stripping off my black teeshirt throwing them into the laundry basket.

“I know, I’m just looking at some ticket bundles for the amusement park this month, it looks like we can get the tickets, but it’s probably going to be a week after her birthday”.

“I’m sure Miyoko won’t mind”. I walk over to our bed laying next to y/n cuddling up to her as she continues to look at her computer. “What kind of cake should we get for her this year blue or pink?”. Y/n strokes my hair gently with her hand. “A sailor moon-themed cake?”.

“That’s a cute idea toru, I’ll contact some bakeries tomorrow. What other things can you think of that we might need? I mean it’s not a birthday venue I doubt we can set up tables”. “ I could call the amusement park, maybe they would let us take in some birthday decorations”.

Y/n nods . “ sounds good, what about Geto do you think he’ll be available? It would be nice to have a third adult to help”. “I’ll ask him, I’m sure he’ll do it for Miyoko”. y/n shuts off her computer laying it on the side table next to our bed. When she reaches over fully cuddling with me laying her head on my chest. I smirk as my hands slide down her back right to her plump ass. “Gojo, being a bit forward?”. “I can’t help the fact that your ass is always so sexy”. “Toru.. we can’t the kids are home”. I start to playfully kiss her she hums happily.

Just then our bedroom door flies open, Megumi looking at us in complete disgust. “Gross”. He turns away.

“to be fair sweetie, you did just open a door without knocking first”. We pull apart from each other, the both of us sitting up in bed. as Megumi comes up to y/n. “You forgot your phone on the counter, and Mr. Anderson is blowing it up, I tried telling him you were busy, but he insisted on talking to you. I think he’s drunk”. “Fucking hell”. Megumi hands y/n her phone. Y/n looks at her phone in anger but then looks back to Megumi smiling. “Thanks for letting me know, love you sweetheart have a good night”. “I love you two Mom.., goodnight”. Megumi leaves closing the door behind him, as anger starts to build within me. “Y/n let me talk to him”. “Toru it’s fine, I can handle it”. I look at her curiously. Why would she refuse? “Please just let me handle it this time y/n, I’m so tired of him harassing you”. “O-okay! Here”. She hands me the phone I watch as Mike's number flashes up on the screen as an incoming call. I answer the phone. “Y/n… we have you been you b-bitch”. I listen as he slurs his words. I get so pissed that I just hang up blocking his number on y/n’s phone. I hand the phone back to y/n. “Unblock him in the morning, hopefully, his drunk ass will be a little sober by then”.

“Y/n why do you keep that guy around anyways? You’re the CEO you could easily fire him”. “Yeah, you’re right I could.. but you probably don’t remember, Mr. Anderson, Mike, he was my father's best friend. Growing up Mr. Anderson was the opposite of what he is now, he was always so nice and kind.

it was only after his wife and daughter died that he became the man that you see now.

I know I should fire him and I will it’s just so sad… how alcohol, trauma, and grief Can cause people to become monsters”.

Y/N POV:

“You know y/n I’ve been curious when did we start dating and when did we get married”.

Y/n looks at me nervously. “Oh no, you want that story”. “Huh? Was it that bad?”. “No, it’s just it’s a pretty embarrassing story for me”.

“Well, I’m all ears”. Gojo opens his arms motioning me to cuddle with him again so I do.

“Well.. it all started when my father wanted to attend one of your families events in America. We had flown from Los Angeles to Chicago, my father was looking to acquire some new clients for business deals.

I was less than thrilled, I always hated corporate parties, and my father would always put me into these uncomfortable situations. -

Almost like I was an object or something not a human being. But I didn’t dare say anything to him, I just had to plaster a smile on my face like I always would. -

I sat by my father for most of the night, and by the time 11:00 a.m. rolled around, I was tired not just of the night. But of everything. I left my father for the time being, I just wanted to drink and forget as I had done many times before.

I was at the bar sitting alone drinking straight-up vodka shoots with no chaser, ugh. Just then you had sat beside me, You came onto me with the rich playboy routine and I wasn’t having it. and I kinda snapped at you”.

“wait what? You didn’t like me at first?”. “Well, I’m not going to say I don’t find you extremely attractive I did, how should I say this.. you see at that time a lot of rich playboy men were trying to use me to get to my father”.

“W-what?”. “Rich men, were trying to get on my good side, so they could marry me and take over my father's business, I thought you were another one of them. -

I can remember the first thing I ever said to you”. “Are you kidding?! do you men have any standards?! If you want money go marry my father, not me!”.

“Damn y/n that was pretty harsh”.

“You’re right I was. At that point I ran out of the bar crying gosh, I was so embarrassed I still cringe at myself to this day. -

I found myself outside crying under one of the outside tables, my head resting on my now-stained white-gloved hands. My makeup was everywhere I was a little drunk I’m sure I was a mess. -

Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was you. despite me yelling at you, you were still nice enough to follow me because I had left my purse behind. You sat beside me and we talked. The next words you said to me were”. “So why is a fine lady like you out here crying”. Gojo’s face cringes slightly at his own words I laugh.

“Hey, you were very sweet Little did I know this was your party. It was your introduction as the leader of the Satoru clan. But I didn’t know you were a Satoru and you didn’t know I was Zenin until the next morning”.

“We fucked, The first night we met”. “Yep, not just once but multiple times. We started dating right after. You met Megumi and Tsumiki pretty early on dispute the fact I was already a mother.

that didn’t turn you away surprisingly, That’s when I started to trust you a bit more.

About a month after, that so about two months into our relationship. I found out I was pregnant with Kenshi.

it was a complete surprise to me, I knew you and I were having sex fairly often, but was my fault, I wasn’t on top of things like I should’ve been when it came to my birth control. -

I was honest with you right away, but I was fully expecting you to run for hills, but to my surprise, you didn’t run away.

You told me You loved me and you proposed to me right there.

My father was not happy with how things turned out at all. But since you were the Satoru clan’s leader he learned to accept it.

Funny enough he’d never admit it to you directly but he liked you”. “Really?”. “Yeah, because you weren’t intimidated or afraid of him at all. Which was rare. You pretty much told him straight to his face. “I’m marrying your daughter if you don’t like it then cut her off I don’t care I have my own money”. Nothing like that happened, my father reluctantly agreed to the marriage.We got married about three months later and we have been ever since.

“Damn, that was pretty wild”. “Sometimes I think maybe we moved too fast, maybe we should have given our relationship more time even if I was pregnant”.

Maybe then you wouldn’t have cheated on me now. I think to myself. “I think, everything turned out perfectly if I had to do it all over again I’d do the same”. “What? Really?”. “Yeah, only because it’s you”. I glare at him. “S-shut up.. I’m not that great”. “you are perfect and beautiful”. “You’re super horny aren’t you?”. “Yes, but I’m also telling the truth two things can be right at the same time”. I kiss his face. “We can’t right now, but if you wait until Miyoko goes to school tomorrow, I’ll let you fuck me as much as you want”. “Sounds good”. We both kiss each other before we lay down to fall asleep.

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base lore (tw: extreme child neglect/abuse): after 4 years on the run, Will and Hannibal had found rest in a cozy rule community in Oregon where no one knew their faces. Hannibal made small talk and good company with the neighbors well will kept to himself, enjoying being back in a rustic environment. Hannibal had noticed one particular rude couple that was at all the local gatherings. snobbish and vain and already tried to show off to the locals who couldn't give two shits. Hannibal snooped around and heard though gossip that no one liked them and wish they would just move out.....well they could make that happen. Hannibal and will plan hunts regularly but haven't since they moved and settled. no one close had caught their eye and everyone on Hannibal's wheel where too far away. so to say they were eager to go hunting again was an understatement. after a gruesome hunt later, the two decided to wander and snoop around their home. a horrid minimalist Vila that ruined any natural view from the snowy mountains.. ...that's when they found child clothes. ratty and old. unwashed.....where where the kids??? these two NEVER mentioned or brought up having kids. was never seen with kids.....this completely blindsided the two and they felt the need to leave fast. as they carefully walked out the back door and into a more abandoned backward, left to be ruined as it covered in snow. will would spot a lone dog house in the corner of the yard....great a dog too....if he was careful, he could check and leave.... what he found wasn't a dog.....he found the kids. two girls. one around six with dark curls clinging and keeping a 4 year old with snowy blonde hair warm in a tattered blanket. the older one..... barked at him and started to cry, scared of the new adult. will was dumbfounded and his heart ached. he couldn't leave them here. they couldn't leave them here. he called Hannibal over and they both carefully and slowly got the two out and into their bloodied arms. the girls didn't seem to care after a while. the youngest still fast asleep and the other having relaxed and confused by the loving embarrass. it took a while, some discreet clothes shopping and getting back into contact with Chiyoh to baby sit but eventually the kids got used to giving in a warm, safe home. it was a struggle at times but they got used to it easier then expected. the two men had no idea what their names were so made a list of masc and fem names to give the 6 year old a choice then the three could rename the youngest together. the oldest didn't remember their name or refused to say it. they seemed very eager to get a new one. after being read the names a few dozen times, all rather fancy and complicated for the young kid to say, he eventually settled on Felix. it was easy and they were very fond of it. the men then asked if they were a boy or girl. they knew the answer biologically but wanted the kids answer "i don't know....i just like that name." well that settles that. they wouldn't pin any pronouns on Felix. they didn't seem like the type to care, as long as it wasn't stuffy. now into the little one. she was too young to have a say but felix really wanted to name her. despite not liking the really long stuffy names for themselves, they quickly picked the longest and stuffiest name on the lift for his sister: Florence, a name on there for obvious reasons. "sounds like...um...a princess name. and my sister is one!" was all the two men got out of Felix and they were overjoyed at the pick. it fit the little angel very well. the rest of the lore spittles out here. they get comfortable and become very happy kids. in some universes they are never caught, in most they are and are raised by Alana and Margot for a while till their dads break out again. Felix and Florence resents Alana for taking them away but only Felix is vocal about it. Florence has their papa's fake politeness.

Felix Lecter-Graham when found: 6 ages in timeline: 6-24 depending on where i like to think/write. gender: NB he/him likes: punk music, camping, wilderness, drawing, cartoons, junk food (don't tell Hannibal) dislikes: loud sudden noises, weird textures, being forced into a box, spicy food.

Felix is my main oc and the oldest of the two. spunky and outgoing but can be rather crude. supports their dads fully and tries not to care about others options. very protective of their sister and family. gets a lot of snarky rudeness from will but love of the arts from Hannibal. stubborn and refuses to see reason once in a thought path. spits in the faces of those who try to make them see reason and will very shamelessly joke about horrid acts. they have very little filter.

Florence Lecter-Graham when found: 4 ages in timeline: 4-22 (2 years younger then Felix) gender: she/her mainly feminine nb (only likes Felix calling them their sister. hates formal 'women' 'ma'am' 'lady' unless its from family) likes: flowers, classical music, overgrown gardens, also punk music, dislikes: big industrial cities, cars, very picky with food and isn't fond of meats (this was a struggle in the household. Hannibal had to change his cooking style a lot to please this baby. i see Florence going full vegetarian as an adult to avoid the texture issue all together. really enjoys blood though and that's the cannibal loop hole that pleases everyone.)

the sweeter and more "palatable" younger sister who fully gained her papa's sickly cocky politeness. shes just as snarky as Felix but would rather say things with a smile and a bow then outright an insult. loves her family just as much as Felix but tries to play along and agree with others around more antagonistic company. kill them with kindness is her method.