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aspenmissing · 3 months ago

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Hello hihihi!! First of all - you’re amazing, and not only because your writing being SICK, but also because you seem to be the sweetest person ever. You’re almost like a fairy godmother or genie, providing your talent and skills for us, and imo it’s the coolest thing ever… so thank you for your efforts, the fandom is so lucky to have you!!

As for my request… have you ever wanted to explore Jinx’s abandonment issues and possessiveness in your writings?

How would she react to the reader becoming close to her father romantically/platonically? Would the poor reader be able to stay safe and sound? cx

(I’m personally not a big fan of extra angsty stuff and think about the whole thing more like some silly sitcom in which our dear pigtails gremlin messes with the reader until Silco tells her that no matter what, she’s his beloved daughter and the reader doesn’t try to steal her old man) (but if you like my request, you can handle it however feels right to you!!)

ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ

ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜰᴇᴀᴛ.ᴊɪɴx) || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 5421 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ ᴋᴏɪ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ. ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ, ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏ�� ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴊɪɴx'ꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ. ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ!!! <3 <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx

The first time Jinx met Y/N, she didn’t speak.

She just stared.

Y/N had been in Silco's office for a week now, settling into the strange rhythm of life under the Last Drop’s roof. An informant turned trusted errand-runner, she was known for her uncanny ability to decipher messy reports, manage shipments with terrifying efficiency, and bring some semblance of order to the chaos that usually reigned in Silco’s office. Her quiet presence was like a balm to the madness that followed him everywhere—except when it wasn’t.

Silco had already come to appreciate her work, though he wasn’t one to vocalize any fondness. He didn’t do that. Not unless absolutely necessary. But he knew that the work got done faster when she was around. It just worked.

That day, however, had been quieter than usual. The office, usually filled with the usual cacophony of shuffling papers, murmured reports, and the odd loud phone call, was silent. Y/N sat at his desk—no, correction: her desk now. When she felt like it, Y/N had staked her claim. She was perched there with a stack of ledgers and a map, both spread out in front of her. One leg was tucked beneath her, her messy hair pinned back just enough to keep it out of her face. Her brow was furrowed, deep in thought as her fingers flipped through the papers. Every so often, she’d hum a little tune to herself, barely audible, as she worked.

That was when Jinx came in.

Jinx had been away on one of her usual “projects,” which was her special euphemism for “I went out to break things and maybe cause a few explosions for fun.” When she returned, she was covered in glitter, gunpowder, and little scraps of fabric—some of which suspiciously resembled pieces of Sevika’s coat. Jinx hadn’t been particularly delicate when she returned to the Last Drop, seeking out her usual snack stash with a determined focus.

But the second she entered the room and spotted someone else sitting at Silco’s desk, she froze mid-step. Her eyes widened, and she blinked rapidly as if her brain was trying to process what she was seeing. She couldn’t have been imagining this, could she?

There was Y/N, sitting at the desk, totally at ease, surrounded by paperwork like she belonged there.

The world seemed to slow down for a moment. Jinx stared, absolutely still, not even blinking as her eyes darted from Y/N’s figure to Silco’s expression.

Y/N glanced up at her, smiling brightly, unaware of the impending storm brewing behind those piercing eyes. “Hey there,” Y/N greeted casually, her voice warm and friendly.

Jinx didn’t respond. She simply narrowed her eyes and continued staring. Then, she tilted her head slightly, examining Y/N as though she were some curious, but slightly dangerous, animal.

Y/N’s brow furrowed. “...Hi?” she ventured, a little unsure of what to make of the intense scrutiny.

Still, Jinx remained silent, her face a mask of suspicion. Without a word, she turned sharply on her heel and slinked toward the back corner of the room, as though her very presence had become a cloud of tension.

Y/N blinked, clearly thrown off by the strange greeting. But before she could think too much about it, Jinx returned to her spot in the back of the office, rummaging through a cabinet without a single glance in her direction. Finally, she pulled out a bag of marshmallow bombs (the kind Y/N would probably never understand) and turned on her heel.

Jinx didn’t speak.

She simply left. Backwards. Still staring.

Y/N watched the door swing shut behind her, unsure of whether to laugh or just chalk it up to “Jinx being Jinx.”

The second time Y/N encountered Jinx, it was considerably messier.

The morning had started out just like any other—grey and cold. The kind of morning where the chill in the air seemed to gnaw at you, slowly stealing any warmth you’d managed to accumulate overnight. Y/N had made the trek into the Last Drop from the docks, her breath fogging in front of her as she hurried inside to escape the biting wind. The whole city of Zaun was always cold, but today, it was unbearable.

When she entered Silco’s office, she was shivering, her hair damp from the mist that rolled in off the water. She’d barely had time to hang her coat up when Silco had, surprisingly, draped one of his old, dark coats over her shoulders.

There was no warning, no words, just the weight of it settling around her. The coat was long and sleek, matching the shadowy tones of the office, with a high collar that framed her face like a protective shield. It fit perfectly, too perfectly, as though it had been waiting for her. The scent of it—something faintly musky, a mix of leather and something darker, more dangerous—reminded her of Silco himself.

For a moment, Y/N stood there, trying to shake off the uncomfortable sense of familiarity that the coat gave her. She didn’t understand it—didn’t know why Silco had done it, or if it meant something she wasn’t supposed to figure out just yet. But she wasn’t going to ask. She had learned long ago that asking questions in this place could lead to things you weren’t prepared for.

It wasn’t until she made her way to Silco’s desk, settling into her usual spot to sort through reports, that she realized she had caught someone’s attention.

Jinx.

The girl—if she could even be called that—had been perched on the other side of the room, leaning casually against one of the windows as she watched Y/N with those intense, unblinking eyes. Her gaze flickered between the coat draped over Y/N’s shoulders and the back of Silco’s chair, where Y/N had already made herself at home once again. She was already crossing a line in Jinx’s mind. She didn’t know it yet, but she’d just walked into a trap.

Jinx narrowed her eyes as she studied Y/N’s every movement, the way the coat settled over her form like something that belonged there. Something that wasn’t supposed to.

And then, without warning, the lights in the office flickered and went out.

Y/N froze, her hand halfway through a report, her eyes scanning the room as the air seemed to thicken with tension. She heard a clicking sound in the darkness, followed by an electric hum. The hairs on her neck stood on end.

“…Silco?” she called out, her voice breaking the unnatural silence. Her words echoed through the room as she took a cautious step forward, feeling her way along the desk. She didn’t realize what was happening, not yet.

Suddenly, a shrill scream split the silence.

“I KNEW IT!”

The sound came from above.

Y/N barely had time to react before a net shot down from the rafters, its ropes tangling with a loud crash. The net ensnared her, pulling her sideways and sending her stumbling into a pile of crates with an unceremonious thud. She let out a strangled gasp as the thick ropes tightened around her.

“Jesus!” Y/N yelped, her body hitting the crates hard. She could feel the bruises forming already.

The lights flickered back on, revealing a scene that was utterly chaotic.

Jinx, hanging upside down from the ceiling like some twisted little bat, was glaring down at her. Her wide, crazed eyes were hidden behind her signature goggles, but there was no mistaking the manic energy that surged from her. Her pink pigtails hung down, almost touching the floor as she swung back and forth in the air, her hands grasping a strange contraption that looked like it could do untold amounts of damage.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice!” Jinx screamed, her voice high-pitched and filled with accusation. “Wearing his coat! Sitting in my chair!”

Y/N groaned, still tangled in the net and struggling to untangle herself. The ropes were too tight. “Is this about the coat?” she called back, trying to be heard over Jinx’s shouts. “It was cold!”

The words barely had a chance to register before Jinx’s expression darkened, her eyes narrowing dangerously. She swung lower, closer to the ground, practically snarling as she got within inches of Y/N’s face.

“You don’t get cold in this office unless you’re family!” Jinx’s voice cracked as she spat the words, her grip tightening on her makeshift weapon.

Y/N blinked, thoroughly confused, her brow furrowing. “...That doesn’t even make sense,” she muttered, still trying to wriggle free from the ropes that were now beginning to dig into her skin.

Before Jinx could retaliate, Silco stepped into the room.

The sight before him—his daughter hanging from the ceiling like a wild animal, Y/N caught in a net, and the office in utter disarray—was not an unusual one, but it certainly wasn’t what he had hoped for when he’d stepped away from his desk. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple, as if the headache had already set in.

“Jinx. Down. Now.” he said, his voice low but commanding.

Jinx glared at him, still refusing to drop down from her perch. “Not until the coat thief confesses her intentions!” she shot back, crossing her arms defiantly as she swung in place.

Y/N, still tangled up in the mess of ropes, could only look up at Silco in exasperation. She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “My intentions were to not freeze to death and file your overdue cargo reports,” she said dryly, her voice flat, but her frustration evident.

Jinx scoffed, an exaggerated eye roll accompanying her dismissive gesture. “Too convenient,” she muttered under her breath, clearly not satisfied with the answer.

After things had finally calmed down, mostly due to Silco’s incredible patience (and maybe a hint of exasperation), Y/N found herself sitting across from him in his office. The coat was returned—begrudgingly—Jinx still muttering insults under her breath about "coat thieves" and "competitors." But, for the time being, at least, the storm had passed.

Silco had made it his mission to sit Jinx down and clear the air. He was not about to let the situation escalate any further. He knew better than anyone how complicated his daughter could be, how fiercely territorial she could become. But this was not a battle he was willing to let her win.

“She’s not replacing you,” Silco said firmly, his voice calm but lined with authority as he sat across from her at his desk.

Jinx, who had been sulking in the corner, kicked her feet out in annoyance. “She’s got replacement vibes,” she muttered darkly, her eyes narrowing as she kicked her legs against the edge of the chair. She was clearly holding onto this grudge like a dog with a bone.

Silco rubbed his temple, trying to hold onto his last ounce of patience. “She’s got competence. That’s different,” he explained, his voice quiet but firm.

Jinx threw her hands up, almost knocking over a cup of pens in the process. “She smells like clean laundry. People who smell like clean laundry steal dads!” she declared, her words delivered with the kind of finality that made it clear she was beyond reason.

Silco blinked, staring at her for a moment before he responded, completely at a loss for words. “That is… not a real metric for threat levels,” he said, struggling to keep the smile off his face. The absurdity of the situation was slowly starting to break through his otherwise calm demeanour.

“You don’t know that,” Jinx grumbled, crossing her arms and pouting as if the very idea of clean laundry had become some kind of personal affront.

Silco couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle at that, shaking his head. "No, I suppose I don’t," he said with a sigh.

And there, in the odd silence that followed, Silco realized something. His daughter was difficult. She was complicated. But deep down, she was still his daughter. And no matter how chaotic or unpredictable she got, he wasn’t about to let anyone, least of all Y/N, replace her.

The third time Y/N saw Jinx, things were, surprisingly, a lot quieter.

The evening had settled into the Last Drop like an old friend, the noise of the bar humming softly in the background as Y/N pushed open the door. She’d had a long day of tracking shipments and organizing the chaos that came with Silco’s empire, and honestly, she was just looking for a little bit of peace and maybe a sandwich. She hadn’t expected to find Jinx, of all people, sitting under one of the tables in the corner of the bar.

At first, Y/N wasn’t sure what Jinx was doing. She couldn’t see her clearly from the door, but there was a vague silhouette hunched over something. It looked like… some kind of weird contraption? There were gears, wires, and—Y/N blinked—was that part of a toaster?

She stood there for a second, observing the chaotic mess of pieces spread out in front of Jinx. The girl’s movements were almost fluid as she twisted and pulled on different components, her brows furrowed in concentration. The whole sight was oddly endearing, in a bizarre, "this is definitely a person who thinks toasters need tinkering" kind of way.

Y/N wasn’t sure if she should interrupt or not. She wasn’t exactly sure what Jinx’s mood was these days—her last two encounters had been a whirlwind of manic energy, and frankly, she wasn’t looking to get caught up in another bizarre confrontation. So, she just quietly slid into the chair across from Jinx, settling down cross-legged and unwrapping the sandwich she’d brought for herself.

Jinx didn’t notice at first. She was too absorbed in her strange work, clicking pieces together with the precision of a mad scientist. But then, she must’ve sensed someone’s presence, because her head snapped up, her wide blue eyes narrowing immediately.

“That sandwich better not be for seduction purposes,” Jinx demanded, her voice dripping with suspicion, like Y/N had just waltzed in with some ulterior motive. Her grip on the contraption in front of her tightened, as if she was ready to launch it at Y/N’s head in the blink of an eye.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh under her breath. She paused in the middle of taking a bite of her sandwich, chewing thoughtfully. “Nope,” she said after a beat, giving her a deadpan look. “But it’s got pickles.”

Jinx stared at the sandwich for a long moment, as though trying to figure out if there was some elaborate prank hidden within the layers of bread and filling. Her eyes flicked from the sandwich to Y/N and back again, as if the truth of it were just out of reach. For a second, Y/N thought Jinx might just throw something at her, or worse, come up with some new and terrifying invention to test out.

Then, as if some internal debate was resolved, Jinx huffed in frustration. She reached over without a word and snatched half of the sandwich, biting into it with exaggerated care, like she was forced to accept a fate far worse than she had imagined.

“…You’re lucky I like pickles,” Jinx muttered with a roll of her eyes, chewing dramatically.

Y/N watched her, trying not to laugh out loud. Pickles. Of all things, Jinx liked pickles. The thought made her pause mid-bite, a smile creeping up at the corner of her lips. It was funny—most kids hated pickles. You knew that much by the way they’d push them off their plates like they were some kind of punishment. But here was Jinx, all manic energy and explosives, savouring the tangy bite of pickles like they were the best thing in the world.

Y/N shook her head, unable to hide her amusement. “You know,” she said, letting out a soft chuckle, “that was the nicest thing anyone’s said to me today.”

Jinx didn’t look up from her half of the sandwich. She just grumbled something unintelligible under her breath, her expression one of deep, meaningful annoyance. “Don’t get used to it,” she muttered, as if she were being forced to share something personal, and the idea of it was the most tragic burden.

Y/N grinned, feeling the atmosphere shift in a way she hadn’t expected. The ridiculousness of the moment—Jinx, of all people, casually munching on a sandwich like a normal person—was oddly grounding. There was something so delightfully absurd about the whole situation. Despite Jinx's chaotic nature, there was this strange, unexpected calm between them now, something that hadn't existed before.

As they sat there in the dim light of the bar, sharing a sandwich in this quiet, unspoken understanding, Y/N felt something change. The girl sitting across from her wasn’t just some wild child running on pure chaos. Jinx was, for all her madness, real—raw and unpredictable, sure, but human, too.

In that moment, Y/N realized that despite the bombs, the traps, and the constant upheaval that seemed to follow Jinx wherever she went, there was something... kind of endearing about her.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make Y/N wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was a lot more to this little gremlin than met the eye.

And as Jinx finished off her half of the sandwich with a dramatic sigh, as though this was the worst injustice the universe had ever dealt her, Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle again.

Maybe she did understand Jinx after all.

As weeks passed, Y/N’s presence in the Last Drop became more and more familiar. What had started as cautious, sometimes tense encounters between her and Jinx gradually shifted, forming a strange, though undeniable, bond. It was like the building of an unexpected, if bizarre, family—Y/N had become part of Silco's world in a way that felt permanent, but it was Jinx who was slowly staking her claim on Y/N in a way that both surprised and amused her.

In the beginning, Jinx had been unpredictable, a whirlwind of chaos that seemed to swirl around Y/N with little rhyme or reason. Jinx would appear out of nowhere, pulling Y/N into her madcap schemes and grinning like a maniac. It was hard for Y/N to know what to make of it all. At first, it had been uncomfortable—Jinx’s erratic behaviour, her possessiveness of Silco, her unpredictable bursts of energy. Y/N had felt like an outsider in the strange dynamic that Silco and Jinx shared.

But over time, Jinx’s behaviour shifted. Slowly, she became less of a storm trying to drive Y/N away, and more like a guard dog, one who had grown attached. It wasn’t in the same frenzied way she had latched onto Silco, no. With Y/N, it was more subtle, more insidious. She became possessive in a way that reminded Y/N of a mother bear who had finally decided that the new cub, while not her own, was still something worth protecting.

It wasn’t immediate. The first few months were filled with awkward encounters where Jinx would hover, her suspicious gaze fixed on Y/N whenever she was near Silco. The small moments where she seemed to test boundaries—snatching granola bars off of Y/N’s desk, jumping onto her chair, or showing up unannounced while Y/N was in the middle of sorting through Silco’s endless reports—were frustrating at first, but eventually, they became part of the strange new rhythm of the Last Drop.

One of the first signs that things were changing came during a particularly long day of paperwork. Y/N had been working for hours, sifting through invoices and reports while trying to stay on top of Silco’s growing list of demands. It had been quiet, the usual sounds of the office only interrupted by the faint clatter of a few workers in the back.

And then there was the unmistakable sound of Jinx’s boots clicking across the floor behind her. Y/N didn’t even need to turn around to know that Jinx was creeping up on her, her presence a little too close, a little too familiar. Without warning, Jinx dropped a half-eaten granola bar onto the edge of the desk with a heavy thud, leaning against the back of Y/N’s chair as though it was her throne.

“Got anything better than this?” Jinx asked with a half-hearted pout, snatching the granola bar before Y/N could even blink.

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the nonchalance of the gesture. “Uh… there’s more in the drawer.” She turned in her chair, barely managing to catch a glimpse of Jinx’s face before the girl had already helped herself to a second snack.

“You know I’m more of a candy person,” Jinx said as she ripped open the wrapper with the enthusiasm of someone unbothered by all social norms. “But I’ll take what I can get.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she watched Jinx devour the snack, completely at ease in a way that still felt new. She’d gotten used to the chaotic bursts of energy, the wild conversations and outbursts, but this was something different—Jinx had settled into the space between them with a strange comfort, her possessiveness now extending to Y/N as well as Silco. It was less erratic, less manic, but more persistent.

As the months went by, Jinx’s behaviour grew even more clingy. She no longer hovered on the edges, unsure of how to interact with Y/N. Now, she settled into Y/N’s space like it was her right. If Y/N was deep in paperwork, Jinx would slide in beside her, legs draped over the edge of the desk as if she were part of the furniture. If Y/N was standing by the bar grabbing a drink, Jinx would casually slip into the seat next to her, her arms crossed as though she had been there for ages, just waiting for the chance to demand attention.

“Hey, you’re not leaving, are you?” Jinx asked one afternoon, when Y/N was gathering her things to head out for the day. It wasn’t a question. It was an assertion. Jinx had slowly, but surely, started to occupy Y/N’s time in ways she hadn’t before. And Y/N found herself... not minding.

"No, I’m just grabbing my jacket." Y/N smiled, shaking her head. “You know I can’t leave without some kind of weird snack run with you, right?”

Jinx’s eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Yeah! That’s what I thought,” she said, her voice adopting a mock-serious tone. “We’re going now. No excuses.”

Jinx’s increasing attachment wasn’t just in the small, constant interruptions to Y/N’s day. It was in the little protective acts, the silent displays of care that would pop up when she least expected them.

One day, for example, after Silco had asked Y/N to stay late and help finish some papers, Jinx had materialized beside her like a storm cloud, clutching a bag of sweets and energy drinks.

“Got your back,” she had declared, sitting on the desk and stretching out in a way that completely blocked the papers Y/N was trying to sort through.

“Jinx, I can’t see the reports—”

“I know,” she’d said with a grin, placing a jar of pickles in front of Y/N’s face. “But you’re not allowed to work without taking a break.”

And then, as if to prove her point, Jinx had dragged Y/N out for what could only be described as the most chaotic snack run the city had ever seen, complete with pickled everything, stale chips, and a questionable assortment of energy drinks.

“What am I supposed to do with all this?” Y/N asked, half-laughing as she followed Jinx down the street.

“Eat it!” Jinx had replied with a grin that could rival the chaos of any demolition. “Or else I’ll eat it for you. And trust me, you don’t want that.”

Over the course of the next several months, Y/N grew to recognize the subtle—and sometimes not-so-subtle—ways Jinx expressed her protectiveness over her. It wasn’t always loud, or dramatic, but Jinx had her own methods of showing she cared. At first, it had been the way she would show up unexpectedly, standing in the doorway of the office or the bar, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, as though daring anyone to get too close. When someone—whether it was a worker from the docks or a visiting merchant—got too near Y/N, Jinx would stare them down like a predator sizing up prey.

"Don’t mess with her," Jinx would murmur, her voice low and dangerous, sending an unmistakable warning to anyone within earshot. It wasn’t violent, not exactly, but there was an undeniable force behind her words. It was more like a child who fiercely guarded their favourite toy—possessive, yes, but wrapped up in a kind of love and protectiveness that was too strong to ignore.

Y/N had started to notice that Jinx’s watchful eye was always there, whether Y/N was working in the office, getting a drink at the bar, or simply wandering the Last Drop. It was subtle at first, but it became clearer each time. Jinx didn’t just hover anymore—she guarded. It wasn’t in an overbearing way, but rather, like a silent agreement. As though she was silently claiming Y/N as someone who belonged in her world.

Months stretched on into a year, and what had begun as strange, wary interactions between Y/N and Jinx gradually evolved into something else. It wasn’t overnight, nor was it particularly dramatic, but over time, a bond had formed between them. Y/N was no longer just someone passing through Silco's life—she was a part of the strange little world Jinx had created for herself. More than just a coworker or an ally, Y/N had become something like… family.

At first, Y/N had tried to resist it, unsure of what to make of Jinx’s unpredictable ways, her possessiveness, and the odd little demands Jinx would make of her. But, as the months passed, Y/N realized it wasn’t malicious. It wasn’t a power play or just about chaos—at its core, Jinx was doing what she did best: she was trying to care in her own messy, chaotic way.

It wasn’t just about snacks anymore, or about Jinx showing up unexpectedly with some wild new invention to drag Y/N into. It became a little more than that. Slowly, Y/N started to notice how Jinx would watch over her, even when she wasn’t around. How she’d make sure Y/N was always included, would pull her into conversations, and fiercely defend her against anyone—whether it was a dock worker or even Silco himself—who even hinted that Y/N didn’t belong.

And it wasn’t just about Silco’s approval anymore, either. Jinx was beginning to treat Y/N with the kind of protectiveness that was… well, almost motherly, in a way. It was strange, but there was something endearing about it, something comforting in the chaotic mess that was Jinx’s version of care.

One night, after a long day of paperwork and strategizing, Y/N had retreated to the living space to unwind. The room, usually full of scattered gadgets and the remnants of Jinx’s latest chaotic project, was quiet for once. Y/N had been reading through some reports when she felt the familiar weight of Jinx’s presence beside her. Jinx had been slowly getting more and more comfortable in her space, more willing to relax, and even more willing to curl up next to Y/N when she needed to. It was an odd kind of trust they had developed, a small comfort in the midst of the madness.

Y/N didn’t question it anymore, and when Jinx, without a word, crawled up beside her on the couch and curled into her side, Y/N simply ran her fingers through Jinx’s messy blue hair. The motion, though simple, felt natural now. Jinx, who once would never have allowed anyone to get too close, now fell asleep with her head resting on Y/N’s shoulder.

It was a strange thing to witness—Jinx, the wild little gremlin who had spent years turning everything upside down, now curled up in the quiet of Y/N’s presence, looking almost childlike. Her breathing evened out as she relaxed under the gentle touch of Y/N’s hand, her usually manic energy replaced by a rare moment of peace. It was clear now that, in her own way, Jinx had come to rely on Y/N—not just as someone who could manage the chaos of the world, but as someone who could be the anchor she so rarely had.

As Y/N absentmindedly ran her fingers through Jinx’s hair, she couldn’t help but marvel at the strange shift that had happened between them. Jinx had started to see her less like an ally in Silco’s world, and more like a mother figure—someone who could help balance out the chaos, someone she could depend on when the storms inside her became too much. Y/N didn’t know when exactly it had changed, but the shift was unmistakable. It was as if Jinx had, in her own clumsy, chaotic way, found someone to care for, and in return, someone to protect her.

It was just another quiet evening, the sounds of distant dockworkers mingling with the soft clink of broken gadgets from Jinx’s latest project. Y/N found herself content in the unexpected calm of it all. She was no longer just surviving in the madness of Silco’s world—she was becoming a part of it, becoming something important to Jinx, and that felt like a strange kind of accomplishment.

But just as Y/N let herself settle into the moment, she heard the door to the living space creak open. She looked up to see Silco standing there, looking down at the scene before him. His brow furrowed slightly at the sight of Jinx curled up so peacefully beside Y/N, her head resting on Y/N’s lap, eyes closed, with the softest expression he’d ever seen her wear.

For a long moment, Silco just stood there, taking in the sight. He had never seen Jinx like this—so unguarded, so trusting. It was... unsettling, in a way. But also, there was something else there. A part of him almost felt relieved, knowing that, despite everything, Jinx had found someone she could let her guard down with. He’d always feared for her—her wildness, her unpredictability, the walls she’d built around herself. But here, in this moment, she looked almost... normal. Or at least as normal as Jinx could ever look.

His voice broke the silence, low and steady. “She’s... never like this.”

Y/N glanced up, startled but soft with a smile. “She’s just… trusting me.”

Silco’s gaze lingered on them, and his expression softened just slightly, something unreadable flashing behind his eyes. “I see that.”

He took a step closer, though not quite interrupting the calm. “She’s never allowed herself to do this. Not even with me.”

Y/N smiled gently, her fingers still running through Jinx’s hair. “She’s not as bad as she seems, you know. She’s just… well, she’s Jinx.”

A rare, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at Silco’s lips. “I never thought I’d see the day. Jinx, of all people, trusting someone fully.”

Y/N’s eyes softened as she looked down at the peaceful figure in her lap. “We’re a little more alike than you think, you know. We both need someone who can ground us when everything’s spinning.”

Silco watched them for a moment longer, his gaze shifting between Y/N and Jinx. Then, after a long pause, he nodded slightly.

“I suppose so,” he said quietly. “Maybe this... might just work out after all.”

For a moment, the room fell back into a rare quiet. Silco stood there, letting the scene unfold in front of him, before finally stepping back. “I’ll leave you two. Don’t keep her up too late.”

Y/N nodded, a soft chuckle escaping her as she adjusted slightly, making sure Jinx was still comfortable. Silco turned away, his footsteps quiet as he left the room, but before the door closed fully behind him, he spoke one last time.

“Thank you... for looking after her.”

The door clicked shut, and Y/N smiled to herself, a warmth spreading through her chest. Maybe it wasn’t so unpredictable after all. Not everything in Silco’s world had to be about control and chaos. Some things—like the connection between Jinx and Y/N—could find their own way, in their own time. And that, Y/N thought, was something to be grateful for.

#Arcane #arcane fandom #arcane fluff #silco x reader #silco x you #silco x y/n #jinx x platonic!reader

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smuttaburger · 11 months ago

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Or how would the boys react to their so being h word cuz of concert content 🫠

A/N: So I'm doing the guys one at a time. I hate myself so I'm going to eventually do all of them

First up, Song Mingi

I went a little overboard on this whoops

Read to Filth

Summary: After Mingi gets back from tour, he reads you like an open book

Warning: Smut ahead. so MDNI under the cut.

“You’re a damn menace you know that?” You walked up to your boyfriend who was just getting out of the shower, only a towel wrapped around his slim waist.

“For what? Showering without you?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

“No. When you guys were in America on tour. Those poor Atiny. All of you turn into whores when you breath American air, you most of all,”

A smirk fell over Mingi’s lips at the realization.

“My my, was my little princess watching the fancams of me?” His smirk deepened as your face involuntarily heated up to tomato red.

You were busted.

“Not like there’s not enough content,”

“You know I do that for you right? I know what you do while I’m on tour. You sit here looking all dolled up and just keep scrolling Instagram waiting for the fancams to come in. Am I getting warmer?” Mingi had been slowly stalking towards you like a predator circling his prey.

When you hit the wall with your back, a little yelp escaped your throat as he continued his steps until you could feel the body heat leaving him.

You had to gulp as you realize that he completely abandoned the towel somewhere in hunting you.

“Nope, not at all,” you had to look away from him. He knew you too well to know when you were lying.

“You sure about that? Because you can’t look me in the eye right now,” he moved a few loose pieces of hair behind your ear, making you gulp. His voice pitching lower.

“No, I think I’m exactly right. I think you pull out your toys and think of me,” He leaned in to smell your neck, placing feather light kisses until he felt you shiver.

“Prove me wrong Princess. Let me see your Instagram,” he knew he won.

Now he was just toying with you.

“And if I don’t,” you breathed heavily at your naked boyfriend’s proximity. After his tour in America, you’d become less immune to his intoxicating effects.

“What do you have to hide Princess?” He asked before bringing his lips to your earlobe.

“What kind of dirty things do you have on there?” He growled lowly.

“The girlfriends sent me a bunch of stuff,” you admitted.

“Oh, so that’s it. You don’t want to be punished for looking at my friends,” he grasped your chin in one hand.

“You’re mine,” he growled before crashing his lips onto yours, your arm instinctively wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“Or do I need to remind you?” He asked, the warm brown of his eyes swallowed by lust, the proof poking you on your lower stomach.

“Yes Sir,” you answered his lust with your own. Seeing his dominance did something to you, and he knew it.

“Get on your knees,” he told you, pushing you down to your knees with his large hands.

You slowly got to your knees, trying your best to rile up your boyfriend, and from the impatient look on his face, you were succeeding.

Once you were kneeled in front of him, you wasted no time, bringing him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks while your hands roamed his stomach and chest, a moan ripping its way from Mingi’s mouth as he leaned his head back in pleasure. After so long on tour, you felt like home to him.

It was worth the time away for the ability to treat you like a Queen. Whatever you want when he’s away, purchased with next day air.

He just wished he could bring you with him.

But that’s a discussion for later. Now, he needed to make you pay for looking at his friends.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, making a makeshift ponytail, urging you to take him deeper down your throat. Tears pricked your eyes as you had to adjust your breathing to accommodate Mingi’s length.

“You can take it,” he gasped as you adjusted your head angle, bottoming out on him.

“F-fuck! Just like that princess,” he spoke in labored breaths.

You released Mingi from your mouth, a small pop sound heard when you finally let him go.

“You gotta breathe baby girl. Breath through your nose,” he told you breathlessly, a euphoric smile on his face.

“Yes sir,” you took another moment to get your breathing under control before kissing the head of his cock, licking the underside to drive him insane. He leaned his head back, a whimper leaving his lips.

“Do you like that Sir?” You asked, looking up at him from your lashes.

“Yeah, now get back to work,” With that, you took over where you left off, angling your head to the side and taking him to the back of your throat until you gagged.

“That’s right princess, you only gag on my cock, nobody else,” he grunted, thrusting into your mouth until his thrusts became less coordinated and more messy.

He was close.

“G-good girl,” he purred before he exploded down your throat, and you swallowed every last drop even though it tasted like thick saltwater.

“Did you miss me?” He asked.

“Of course baby,” you answered before he gently helped you up to your feet.

Taglist: @multidreams-and-desires @the-princess-of-mischief-1998

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#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez mingi #ateez smut #mingi smut #mingi x reader #song mingi

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aemondluvbot · 1 year ago

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜 — 𝖎𝖎

✧ ⸺ aemond x reader︱part one

𝔞. 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: this might make sense on its own, but i do think you should read part one for added context

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: fingering while on dragonback (poor vhagar, this is the targaryen version of joining the mile-high club i think), fluff apart from that

“she won’t hurt you as long as you’re with me,” aemond reassures you for what might just be the millionth time. still, with every step you take, you wring your hands together and pray to the seven gods for whatever’s to come.

in the stillness of the night, your senses feel heightened. every footstep, every distant laugh and squeal and animal sounds ring loudly enough in your ears that they might as well be made right next to it. you clutch your cloak tighter, looking to aemond who does the same.

“my prince…”

“hush, little sparrow,” he breathes. it’s a soft whisper, mostly so he won’t attract any attention, and yet your body obeys like it’s a command. “do you not trust your prince?”

“i-i do, but…”

“and do you not trust his dragon?”

well, that’s certainly debatable. how do you know you won’t instantly be burnt to a crisp the moment vhagar gets the tiniest whiff of you? how do you know you’re not marching to become her next meal?

“you don’t,” aemond says like it’s a firm statement. and perhaps it is. she is ancient and powerful and a god. you are just a servant girl in the red keep.

“do you not trust your prince’s ability to command his dragon then?” aemond’s voice is low, careful. your body reacts to it instantly as a warning shiver passes down your spine. you must tread carefully.

“i do, my prince.”

“then there’s no need for you to worry, is it?”

there are a thousand different things to worry about, you think to yourself—sneaking outside the keep in the darkest hours of the night, sneaking outside with a prince, riding a targaryen dragon, sleeping with the prince… more times than one…

“i suppose not,” you answer just as quietly.

“i haven’t been outside the city gates all that often,” you confess a bit more freely once you step outside the gates. “it’s…different.”

“is it?” aemond’s voice holds the same curiosity it always does whenever he’s asked you a question about yourself—never condescension or a patronising tone, always a genuine desire to know the answer.

“the air smells better,” you laugh.

aemond hums, smiling at you as you continue to make your way to his dragon. you know it’s not far now, vhagar usually sleeps right outside the gates so the prince can ride to her whenever necessary.

and now as you hear stirring and great big breaths echoing in the distance, your heart picks up again, thudding wildly in your chest the closer you walk. there’s anticipation thick in the air—thick and cloying and suffocating, and you wonder if it would be wise to just turn around and make a run for it.

but then aemond stops just a few steps ahead of you and turns around to extend his hand.

“are you ready, little sparrow?”

the no is right there on the tip of your tongue. no i’m not, i will never be, lets just go back to your bed. i’ll keep you warm. that’s what you wish you were saying, instead you give him a shaky little nod and watch the prince’s face split into a gorgeous smile.

“ynot!” aemond’s voice rings out in the crisp, quiet night.

the beast stirs.

if it weren’t for the prince holding your hand, you would have dropped to your knees right then, you would have dropped to your knees and curled into a ball praying for swift death. one look at her, and you know there’s not running away from her.

there’s only aemond who stands there like a shield between you while you cower behind him as vhagar stands to her full height.

you have seen her in the skies before, patrolling the areas around the red keep and king’s landing, flying like a giant bird in the vast skies. but up close she is bigger than you could have ever imagined.

she’s big and beautiful and beastly. involuntarily you whimper.

“they sense fear, little sparrow,” there’s a teasing note to his voice as you press yourself into his back, peeping at her from behind him.

“well, i am afraid,” you snap, not even bothering to apologise and grovel for taking that tone with him. aemond seems anything but offended, though. he seems rather amused.

“do you wish to touch her, little sparrow?”

no. no no no. absolutely not. no! but aemond seems so eager and despite the fear coursing through your veins you can’t find it in yourself to deny him this small pleasure.

“um…”

“come,” he leads you by the hand. closer and closer and closer until she moves again and you yelp, practically jumping onto him and burying your face in his chest. aemond’s sharp laugh rings in your ears. this is beyond embarrassing that a simple movement of her head should have you shaking like a leaf.

but aemond’s arms around you feel nice and reassuring. so much so that you hold onto him a little tighter.

“lykirī, vhagar,” the prince murmurs. you don’t know what the words mean, all you know is that hearing him speak in high valyrian has a few butterflies fluttering in your stomach, clearing away some of the dread.

“lykirī…” he breathes softly, approaching her with you still clinging to him, a little bit less now that she’s still again, looking at you with her giant yellow eye.

up close you can see just how leathery and thick her skin looks, battle worn over centuries and tougher than even diamonds perhaps. aemond raises your hand that he’s been holding, and before you have the chance to beg him not to, places it on her neck.

your heart stops beating entirely.

vhagar’s nostrils flare like she’s sniffing you. sizing you up more like… perhaps she’s wondering if you’d even be worth one bite to her. her hide is the strangest thing you have ever touched, unlike any other sensation you have ever felt in your entire life.

“what did you say to her?” you ask in a hushed voice. aemond stands behind you, his body pressed against yours, his hand atop yours as you stroke the dragon with shaky, hesitant movements.

“i told her to be calm.”

“you told her to be calm?” you laugh, “what’s she got to be scared of? me?!”

“would you rather she startled?” aemond teases and that shuts you right up.

the fear in you dissipates the more you stroke her. she’s calm after that, only huffing slightly every once in a while. slowly you even gather the courage to move a little closer to her. all the while aemond watches. you can feel his eye on you at all times, never once wavering, never once looking at anything else.

“should we fly then, little sparrow?” aemond asks after a while. you freeze again. fly… on her… sure you’re no longer scared she might burn you to a crisp but to fly on her…

but you’ve trusted aemond thus far, and he hasn’t let you get hurt. what’s a little more trust then.

“you need to let go of me, little sparrow,” aemond laughs, urging you to let go of the arm you’ve been clutching for dear life while sitting in front of him.

the dragon’s still on the ground and you’re already so high up… what happens once she starts flying?

“mm? oh, sorry,” you mumble, letting go and straightening just a little.

“i’m going to keep you safe,” he murmurs in your ear, raising goosebumps all over your body.

his fingers trail up the side of your thigh, over the leathers he’d lent you for this specifically. it already feels odd enough to be in trousers but that’s nothing compared to the feel of a saddle beneath you. still, his touch soothes you a little, calms your racing heart.

the night is still dark, with no moon in the sky. a million stars twinkle above you, and as much as it scares you, you can’t wait to touch the heavens just a little. see if you can pluck a star from the sky.

“vēzot!” aemond commands. beneath you, the beast flaps her wings.

there’s a great rumble, a sound louder than any thunder you have ever heard. it’s her, you realise, it’s vhagar’s cry as she frees her wings and leaps into the air, up and up and up until you realise you’re half-screeching and half-laughing, hysterical and awed. this is…beyond anything you’ve ever experienced.

wind rushes through your hair, making your eyes water at first. your hair will be a tangled mess after this, much worse than when the prince has his way with you, and yet you can’t care less as all of king’s landing lays right below you—building’s tiny as a grain of rice, lights burning below you just like the stars that twinkle above you.

“aemond!” you grab his arm, screaming over the wind, “aemond look! the red keep, and that—” you point somewhere to its east, “that’s the sept, and oh! that’s…”

one by one you point to the buildings and the streets you’ve only ever roamed so far. the more you recognise them the more excitement floods in your veins. vhagar’s gliding over king’s landing now, gentle and soothing, only flapping her wings whenever necessary.

“it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” somehow his voice still carries over the wind, over the blood rushing in your ears. it would… after all he speaks the words right in your ear, kissing the shell of it and flicking his tongue over it right after.

“hold the reins for me, will you?” aemond asks, his voice hoarse, deep.

“w-what?”

“hold the reins, little sparrow…”

it’s an order as he nudges your hands with his, urging you to take a hold of the leathers. you know you’re not really steering the dragon, not with your inability to speak any high valyrian or your lack of valyrian blood. still, it feels like the biggest responsibility in the world. bigger still when vhagar grumbles the moment you close your hands around the reins.

but aemond’s there to pat the dragon. “rȳbās, vhagar,” he commands again and the dragon goes back to the way she was before, calm, gliding on the wind.

“she listens to you…” you murmur in awe, more to yourself than to him. because of course it’s a stupid observation, she’s his dragon, of course she listens to him. and yet it’s awe inspiring to you that he can command the dragon the way he does.

prince he may be, but he’s still a mortal man… it astonishes you that he commands so much power with just a few words.

“you listen to me too, little sparrow,” aemond breathes softly, placing little kisses over the shell of your ear just like he had before. his hand, now free, rides up your thigh, over your stomach, while the other rests on your hip, holding you in place.

“aemond was it? not…my prince?”

your eyes widen when you realise. of course, in your excitement you’d forgotten all manners, addressing him by his name like he’d given you permission.

“my apologies, my prince, i—”

“i like it, little sparrow.” he pushes his hand inside your trousers, shutting you up instantly.

his fingers are cold from the night air, a shock to your system as soon as he touches your clit—cold, rough fingers, touching the softest, warmest parts of you.

his fingers move, tracing circles and vague shapes until you’re a moaning, quivering mess, writhing just so you can feel a little more friction. it’s just the right pressure, the right pace as he works you up. your hand falls slack, only loosely gripping the reins now, back arching off his chest lightly as you moan as loudly as you want.

there’s no one to hear you high in the skies above king’s landing. no one to catch you in the act. all your sounds belong to him and him alone. and you won’t deny your prince those simple little pleasures.

this is nothing like you’ve felt before, nothing like how your own hands make you feel. this is like tiny bolts of lightning right under your skin as the wind rushes all around your body.

“that–that feels so good…”

aemond hums behind you, keeping up with the pace he’s set. his fingers dip between your folds, teasing and inching towards your opening—keeping you on edge. the reins are bunched up between your fingers, back pressed to his chest. as he nips at your neck, right over your pulse point, using his other hand to play with your nipples; stimulating, sending jolts through your whole body.

“always ready for me, aren’t you little sparrow?” he breathes, peppering kisses down your shoulder. his finger circles your entrance, rough and thicker than your own, better than you’re used to.

it’s enough for you to cry out—whine really. because you want him, need to feel him. but he’s taking his own sweet time.

“what was that for, huh? needy little thing,” he taunts, “what do you want?”

between the words and his gruff voice, all thoughts vanish out of your head for a second. he hasn’t even properly fucked you yet, and your head is already starting to feel like mush.

“you, please,” you all but beg, “want your fingers in me, please my prince…”

“not afraid of vhagar anymore, are you?” his taunting tone gets you going more.

this should scare you to death—to be at the mercy of a dragon so high up in the skies, and yet with aemond’s fingers buried between your legs and his hardness pressing into your ass, none of it matters. none of it except chasing that high he makes you feel every single time.

you spread your legs wider. your hand reaches back, caressing the nape of his neck, scratching it in slow sensual circles. hearing him groan is enough to calm any residual nerves that remain. sure, the effect you have on him is minuscule compared to what he’s doing to you, but it’s a small victory regardless.

aemond falters for a brief moment, head thrown back as you feel the spike in his heartbeat. it makes your own skip a beat. but he recovers quickly, teasing your folds a bit more, finger circling your entrance.

“my good girl,” he whispers, lips pressed to the shell of your ear.

before you even have the time to react to that, he slides a finger in, just the tip first, teasing, before he pulling the finger out again and thrusting it in. it’s faster this time, rougher. your insides feel like liquid, melting further and further with each graze of his callouses, with each thrust.

you scream his name as loud as you can, louder every time his thumb presses into your clit, chanting it so thoroughly, reciting it like a prayer and chasing your high.

it’s frankly a surprise that you still have the ability to speak because every single part of your body feels like it’s melting, blood zapping through your body, pushing your heart into overdrive.

this time when aemond thrusts in, it’s with two fingers. you cry out at the sudden stretch, the burn that accompanies it. he falters when you jolt forward.

“did i hurt you, little sparrow?”

hurt?!

“no, i—” it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts, and to take the whiney edge off your voice. “that felt good… better than before. keep going, please, just—”

the prince doesn’t let you finish, pushing his fingers inside you again. the hilt of his palm crashes against your clit, rougher than before, and you body trembles from all of it.

“perfect little sparrow,” his tongue flicks against your ear, “taking me so well.”

his words add to the heady intoxication. your head spins, completely blanking out on anything else—the dizziness from your desire and the vertigo of being so high up, that… you think, is the most addicting feeling you have ever experienced.

all that matters right now is aemond and his hands and his voice. his lips latch onto your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and peppering kisses, and this time the buzzing that fills your ears is nothing like before.

now as your legs shake and spasm, you know you’re close.

his fingers keep moving in and out, plunging into you, drawing out wet and obscene sounds until you feel them hooking inside you, without warning. when he parts his fingers inside you, stretching you more, it’s enough to push you over the edge.

with a cry, you slump against him, gushing onto his hand, incapable of doing anything else as waves of pleasure crash onto you, blinding you almost.

for a second the world falls away, tilts on its axis, as you experience a mind numbing orgasm on the back of a dragon you were terrified of mere hours ago.

“aem…” you falter, gasping as he continues to slide his fingers in and out, letting you ride out your orgasm.

“shall we go back to the keep, little sparrow?” he whispers a moment later, “continue this without traumatising poor vhagar.”

you laugh, it’s a throaty chuckle more than anything. aemond’s fingers are still buried deep inside you, making you clench around him.

in apology you stroke the dragon. “she’s a good girl.”

“oh, is she?” aemond asks, and you can already imagine his arched brow as he stares at you with a little smirk, his eye glinting in the darkness.

“lets go back to the keep, my prince,” you nod, “the things i want you to do to me are better suited for a bed anyway…”

#✧.* ⸺ valyria writes #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #house of the dragon smut #ewan mitchell x reader #ewan mitchell #smut #sparrow!reader

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kikyoupdates · 10 months ago

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Infatuated ⭑˚💌⭑ 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦

yandere!bnha x reader

yandere, reverse harem, bnha x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Your Quirk is rather unique. It plays out almost like a game, giving you missions and goals that help you become stronger. On top of that, you also have the ability to charm those around you. It sounds innocent enough on paper, and you can’t help but revel in the attention everyone keeps showering you with. But what happens when their feelings give way to something more sinister?

prologue | story masterlist | next

After what just happened, it feels like you have to tell your parents about it.

“Mom, dad,” you say. “I think I just got my Quirk.”

They react by smiling brightly. “Oh, that’s lovely, sweetie. What kind of Quirk is it?”

Now comes the hard part. Since even you barely know how your powers work, explaining it to them will be a nearly impossible feat.

You furrow your brows. “Um... it’s kind of weird. Out of nowhere, I started seeing this screen with different stuff written all over it. Nobody else can see it, though, so that’s why I think it might be my Quirk.”

Out of fear of getting in trouble, you decide not to tell them about the fact that Katsuki passed out after you used your ability on him. You already feel pretty guilty about it. For the time being, you just want to figure out how your Quirk actually works.

“A screen that’s invisible to everyone but you?”

Your parents exchange confused glances. It makes sense that they don't quite understand, because under normal circumstances, Quirks are mostly hereditary. Children most often develop powers that are similar to those of their parents, or some combination of the two. But neither of your parents has a power like yours, which is why you were so perplexed when it first popped up.

“Interesting,” your mother hums. “And you’re sure it’s your Quirk? It’s not just some game you like to play with your friends? It’s important to know the difference between real life and pretend, honey.”

You nod vigorously. “I’m not making it up. I promise.”

“[Name]’s a good girl,” your father insists. “If she says she isn’t lying, then we should believe her. Quirks are mutations, at the end of the day. It might be unlikely, but it’s still possible for her to have powers different from ours. All that matters is that she finally has something to call her own. I remember being awfully excited when my Quirk first manifested. It’s a big milestone, after all.”

“Well, I suppose that’s true. Okay, then. In that case, we should celebrate,” your mother beams. “Our little girl finally has a Quirk! What would you like to do to commemorate the occasion, hm? Do you want us to order you some yummy food or take you shopping to buy something you like?”

Your parents love to spoil you, and since you are only a little kid, you certainly can't help but capitalize on the opportunity.

The day your Quirk manifests, your family treats you to a delicious meal and even buys you a little gift. You end up having so much fun that you briefly forget all about your initial goal, which is to try and decipher the specifics of your Quirk. You even forget about poor Katsuki, who is bedridden after suddenly fainting.

It isn't until later that same night that it all comes back to you, thanks to a sudden notification.

[𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞.]

You’ve just gotten into bed and are staring up at your bedroom ceiling when you see the message pop up. It showed up completely unprompted, just like last time. This has to be your Quirk. Nothing else would make any sense. Well, unless you're somehow trapped in an incredibly long dream, but that seems like a stretch.

“Charm someone,” you mumble. You have to admit that you're a little nervous. The last time you used your ability on a person, they passed out. Will the same thing happen again? Also, why is it calling this a mission? It almost seems to imply that there's some sort of reward to be had once you complete it.

There's really no way of knowing—other than actually trying it out, of course.

When morning rolls around, you head straight for Katsuki’s house and knock on his front door.

Mitsuki is the one to greet you. “Oh, hi there,” she smiles. “You’re one of Katsuki’s little friends, aren’t you? Thank you for bringing him home the other day when he wasn’t feeling well.”

“I’m [Name],” you say, trying not to look too guilty, since you're the whole reason Katsuki fainted in the first place. “Is Katsuki feeling better today?”

“He’s perfectly fine. I’m sure he was just tired and needed some rest. He’s eating breakfast right now, but did you want to come inside and talk to him for a bit?”

After you respond with an affirmative nod, Mitsuki ushers you into the house. It's your first time actually being here. It still hasn't been very long since you’ve moved into the neighborhood, and even though you often play with Katsuki and the rest of his friends, you have yet to visit any of their homes.

You find Katsuki sitting at the dining table, spooning some cereal into his mouth. You're pretty much always thrilled to see him. He is one of your role models, and you can only hope that you'll one day be as confident and fearless as he is.

So, naturally, you break out into a grin the second you spot him.

“Katsuki!” you cry out, practically rushing over to him. “Good morning!”

As much as you wish you could say that Katsuki responds with the same enthusiasm, that isn't at all the case.

Instead, he visibly recoils, cheeks darkening to a deep shade of red.

“Why are you here?” he huffs, sounding a bit annoyed. “I already told you that I was fine yesterday. You didn’t need to make such a fuss over nothing. And you even took me back to my parents? I would’ve been back to normal if you gave me a few minutes. I was just taking a little nap, that’s all.”

Your shoulders slump. “Oh. I’m sorry. I know you’re really strong, Katsuki, but you fainted so suddenly. I was so worried I almost started crying...”

He doesn't snap at you a second time. Instead, he spoons another helping of milk and cereal into his mouth, still blushing all the way up to his ears. He appears to be avoiding eye contact, and you suspect that it has something to do with the fact that you kissed him yesterday.

He doesn't seem to blame you for the fact that he passed out, though. No one really thinks you're responsible for that incident. They still don't even know that your Quirk has manifested.

A part of you wants to tell him, but that would be the same thing as admitting you made him fall ill the other day. So, for the time being, you decide to keep your mouth shut. You want answers first.

Katsuki’s glances at you out of the corner of his eye. “What do you keep staring at me for? Weirdo. You’re being kind of annoying, so here. Have this candy bar. I was saving it for later, but you can have it instead.”

“Wow, really?” you gush. “Thank you so much! You’re the best, Katsuki.”

He can't help but crack a grin. “Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I don’t know.”

You hang out with Katsuki for a while longer after he finishes up his breakfast. He gives you the grand tour of his room—which is decked out in a bunch of All Might merch and looks super impressive—and then you eventually take your leave.

Before you do, though, you want to make sure of one last thing.

“Are you sure you're feeling alright?” you insist. “It was really scary seeing you collapse like that. I just don’t want you to be hurt. I’d be really sad if that was the case.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “You’re nagging me the same way my mom does. I already told you I’m fine. I can handle that much, no sweat. Didn’t I already tell you I’m going to become the Number One hero one day?”

“Well... alright. As long as you’re okay.”

You have a mission to charm someone, but you have no intention of using it on Katsuki again. If you end up making him faint a second time, it would seriously weigh on your conscience.

So, you decide to approach your other closest friend, Izuku.

Izuku is different than Katsuki. He's a bit of a crybaby, but that's only because he's such a sweet, honest kid. He tends to be more emotional than most, which just goes to show how much he cares about things. He especially cares about other people and making sure that they always have smiles on their faces. He hates to watch someone get hurt, and when Katsuki fainted, he was easily the most frantic out of everyone.

Given his considerate nature, you feel like it would be okay to entrust him with the truth.

“So... your Quirk manifested yesterday?” he blinks. “And after you kissed Kacchan and used your powers on him, he fainted?”

You press your lips into a thin line, feeling quite guilty with the admission. “Yeah. Please don’t tell anyone else yet, Izuku. You’re the only one who knows, because I trust you to keep it a secret. My Quirk seems pretty confusing so far, so I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do with it.”

“I-I promise to keep it a secret!” he reassures, nodding his head so fast that his curly green locks bob in place.

“Thank you, Izuku.” You pause, not quite sure how to breach the next topic. “Um... there was actually something else I wanted to tell you about.”

His brows arch. “Sure. What is it?”

“My Quirk... it gave me a mission. It said I have to charm someone again. I’m not sure what’ll happen when I actually do it, but I want to give it a try and see how it goes. I’m hoping it might help me figure things out.”

“Oh, okay.”

Clearly, Izuku doesn't seem to understand where you're going with this, but once the realization finally sets in, a strangled little gasp catches in the back of his throat.

“W-Wait!” he squeaks, flailing his hands in a panic. “D-Do you mean that you want to use your Quirk... on me?”

You smile shyly. “I was hoping to, yes. I have to kiss someone before I can charm them, though. Would that be okay? A kiss on the cheek, like what I did to Katsuki yesterday?”

At only four years of age, even just a cheek kiss is a big deal. Someone like Katsuki is normally unfazed by most things, but even he got incredibly flustered when you kissed him. You can only imagine how Izuku—the shyest kid in the neighborhood—might react.

He’ll probably refuse. If he does, I should just leave it. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

To no one’s surprise, Izuku is already burning red from embarrassment. He’s taken several steps back, most likely out of pure instinct, and is now clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles are white as paper.

“You want to k-kiss me,” Izuku stammers nervously.

“Only if you let me,” you promise. “I don’t want to make you upset. It’s just that it’s the only way to use my charm ability, so... yeah. But then again, I’m worried that you might end up fainting too. Ugh. I don’t really know what to do...”

Embarrassment aside, you can understand why Izuku might be afraid to let you use your Quirk on him, especially after what he just witnessed yesterday. He has every right to refuse, purely from a self-preservation standpoint.

But he doesn't.

“O-Okay,” Izuku swallows. “I’m happy you got your Quirk, [Name]. And... I want to help. Y-You can kiss me if you need to. Even if I pass out, it’s okay. As long as I can help you.”

He proceeds to squeeze his eyes shut, no doubt too flustered to bear watching everything unfold. You officially have his go-ahead, and even though you don't want to end up making him feel unwell, you aren't sure how else you're supposed to get used to your Quirk.

Please don’t make Izuku faint. Please let him be okay.

Drawing in a sharp breath, you slowly approach him. Despite the fact that his eyes are closed, he can still hear you moving closer, and he starts shaking like a leaf in the wind. You figure it's best to just go for it as quickly as possible and spare him the nervous anticipation.

Blushing quite a bit yourself, you peck Izuku on the cheek, then hastily pull away.

“I-It’s done,” you say. “Izuku, you can open your eyes now.”

He does just that, although it takes him a while to actually work up the nerve. Eyes the color of emeralds slowly drift open, and he even lets out a nervous little hiccup, clearly mortified beyond belief.

“A-A girl—hic—a girl actually k-kissed me,” Izuku stutters.

[𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮?]

There it is again. You now have the option of using your ability, just like before. You can't deny that you're a little worried. A power that makes people fall over unconscious is quite daunting, but you hope that things won't always turn out that way.

“Hold my hand,” you offer. “Just in case you fall over. I’ll catch you so that you don’t get hurt.”

Nodding shyly, Izuku wraps his little hand around yours, then you finally make your selection.

>>[𝐘𝐄𝐒]

It doesn't take very long for your Quirk to take effect. Much like Katsuki, he starts looking weak and unsteady. You hold his hand tightly, even loop your arm around his back to make sure he doesn't suddenly faceplant onto the ground. His breathing is getting shallower by the second, and if you thought the blush on his cheeks before was outrageous, it can't even compare to the one he has now.

“I feel... weird,” Izuku mumbles. Too weak to even remember his earlier embarrassment, he clings to your body as if he's holding on for dear life. “[Name], what’s... what’s happening? I feel... warm and fuzzy. So warm...”

You fear that he's getting close to passing out. So far, it seems to be following the exact same pattern as before. Darn it. Is this really a mistake? Is coming to terms with your Quirk really worth doing this to the people you care about?

Before you can ponder the moral implications of your actions, Izuku suddenly cups your cheek with his hand, then presses his lips against yours.

Um?!

It's a quick, chaste kiss, but a kiss nonetheless. A real kiss, not just one on the cheek. You feel like your entire face is on fire, and it's safe to say that you’ve been momentarily stunned from embarrassment.

And by Izuku, no less. A kid who would’ve never had the guts to do that under normal circumstances.

“Hehe,” he giggles, appearing somewhat delirious. “I kissed [Name]… on the lips. Wow. Was I your first kiss? I sure... hope so.”

He goes limp in your arms right after that.

[𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧! 𝐀𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.]

Your body is briefly enveloped by a strange, pulsing light, and you swear that something inside you just changed. It's such a subtle change that it's probably almost negligible, but you know you aren't imagining it.

Also, Izuku has definitely fainted. You are now responsible for having made two of your friends pass out.

You shoulder the weight of his body as best you can, then let out a heavy sigh. “I need to get him back home as soon as possible."

Your Quirk is kind of like a game. Based on what you know about it so far, at least. If you keep on completing the missions the system gives you, then you will be rewarded by having your strength increase. It's like gaining experience points and leveling up. That's the best analogy you can think of.

You don't like making people faint, though. After charming both Katsuki and Izuku, it's clear that the effects of your powers are perhaps too strong. You really hope there's a way to control it better. Maybe you're simply too inexperienced?

“Hey, system,” you call out. “I’m still kind of confused about this whole thing. Can you please explain it better? I don’t want to make my friends keep fainting.”

You don't receive a response, so you figure it isn't an entity you can actually communicate with. It doesn't appear sentient, at the very least. It's most likely just there to give you missions and track your progress.

Well, that sucks.

You still want answers. Then again, nobody ever said that mastering a Quirk would be easy, and you’ve only just gotten yours. You suppose you'll just have to be patient.

Out of the little friend group consisting of you, Katsuki, and Izuku, you are the first to have your Quirk manifest.

After that, it's Katsuki.

Since he has such a strong personality, it isn't at all a surprise that his Quirk would turn out to be strong too. He has the ability to create literal explosions from the palms of his hands. It's honestly incredible, and everyone in the neighborhood—as well as the other kids in the local preschool you attend—can't help but be in awe.

Once Katsuki’s Quirk manifests, his personality starts to change, and not for the better.

Eager to show off his strength, he starts getting in fights with all sorts of people. Most of them are other kids his age, but he even picks a few fights with those that are several years older than him. And he never, never loses.

“Wow, Katsuki!” you gush. “You’re so amazing! I can’t believe you beat those guys up even though they were so much bigger than you!”

Since you're young and stupid, you don't realize that in praising Katsuki for his acts of violence, you are actually part of the problem.

Katsuki sniffles, wiping away his tears before they fall. He got quite a beating during the fight, but in spite of that, he still held out until he won. “Obviously,” he huffs. “I’m not going to let anyone talk smack about me. It doesn’t matter how much bigger or older they are.”

You haven't received any more missions since the day you charmed Izuku, but by now everyone knows that you at least have some sort of Quirk. Katsuki was skeptical at first, but even the doctor was able to confirm that your Quirk factor—which is what allows your powers to function—is located in your brain. So long as your brain keeps working, you have the means to interact with the system and use your abilities.

The same can't be said about Izuku, though.

He keeps waiting for his Quirk to appear. He waits and waits, and yet it still shows no sign of manifesting. All Quirks are supposed to manifest by the age of four, with no exceptions. You do everything you can to reassure Izuku that it's going to be okay, but no one seems to understand why he hasn't gotten his Quirk yet.

Somewhere along the way, Izuku is labeled as Quirkless, and with his newfound cruelty, Katsuki makes sure to torment Izuku at nearly every turn.

“From now on, we’re going to call Izuku Deku,” Katsuki chuckles. “Deku means someone who’s a good-for-nothing loser. It’s perfect for him, since he’s a Quirkless weakling.”

You frown. “That’s not nice, Katsuki. Take that back. There’s still some time left. Izuku will get his Quirk soon, you’ll see.”

“You need to stop defending him, [Name].” Katsuki sighs out in annoyance. “Can’t you see just how lame he is? It actually makes a lot of sense that he doesn’t have a Quirk. I always thought that he was weak. This is just how the world works. Right, guys? Don’t you also think Deku’s a loser?”

The two other neighborhood kids that often follow Katsuki around, and who have since become his underlings, hastily nod in agreement.

“Deku’s a great name for him.”

“It’s what he gets for being Quirkless.”

Poor Izuku is already in tears, and you can't help but ball up your little fists in frustration.

You like Katsuki. You really do. But lately he’s started acting like a real asshole, and you're honestly getting sick of it.

“His name is Izuku,” you insist. “Don’t give him a rude nickname to try and make fun of him. Doing that is what’s actually lame.”

“[N-Name],” Izuku whimpers, wiping away at his misty eyes. “Thank you...”

Even though you are friends with both Izuku and Katsuki, you know well enough to understand when something is just plain wrong. Katsuki is bullying Izuku, and it needs to stop.

In picking sides, though, you actually end up making Katsuki even angrier.

“You’re such a goody-two-shoes,” he spits, then uses an explosion to swat Izuku right across the face. His explosions aren't incredibly strong—not yet, at least, since he's still just a child. But they deal enough damage to hurt plenty, and Izuku’s little whimpers soon turn into full-blown sobs.

Alright. You’ve officially had enough.

“Come here,” you grit out. You grab Katsuki by the arm and pull him in, then roughly kiss him on the cheek. His immediate instinct is to freak out, of course, but he's mainly embarrassed, not angry.

[𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢?]

>>[𝐘𝐄𝐒]

It doesn't take him long to quiet down after that. While you don't like making people faint and overall feel unwell, desperate times call for desperate measures. It's better than letting him keep harassing and beating up Izuku, in any case. You are choosing to incapacitate one of your friends in order to protect the other one.

“Not this shit again,” Katsuki mumbles in a daze. He seems to fend off the effects of your Quirk a lot better this time. Perhaps you're starting to get used to controlling its output? But regardless, he still ends up collapsing eventually. You’ve effectively put him to sleep. Hopefully a nap will help him clear his head a bit.

“Aw, man!” one of the other guys whines. “[Name] just used her Quirk on him. That’s cheating! You can’t just go around doing that!"

“Nuh-uh,” you deny. “Katsuki used his Quirk to hit Izuku first. He started it. Carry him back home, please. He needs to be put into bed.”

They make sure to grumble the whole time, but still bring Katsuki back to his parents.

Now, it's just you and Izuku.

“Are you okay?” you ask, worry lacing your expression. “I’m sure it probably really hurts to get hit by one of his explosions. I promise it’ll be alright, Izuku. I’m here for you.”

Izuku nods weakly. “I’m fine. Thank you for helping me. If only I wasn’t so weak... then I could help myself.”

“You’re not weak at all. And your Quirk will show up soon! I have a good feeling about this.”

It's pure unfounded confidence, but you're only an idealistic child, after all.

Strangely enough, though, despite the fact that you’ve just saved him from getting beaten up, Izuku isn't all that happy. He knows you have to kiss someone first before being able to charm them, but he still can't stop replaying what he’s just seen. The way your lips pressed right against Katsuki’s cheek... it's impossible to get it out of his head.

Izuku is too young to make sense of his emotions, but he is experiencing ugly jealousy for the very first time in his life.

It’s okay, he thinks. I got to kiss [Name] on the lips before. Even Kacchan hasn’t done that. And she... stood up for me. Because I’m important to her.

In that moment, even the pain of being Quirkless isn't quite as intense as the fear of losing your affection to someone else.

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ts1m1kas · 1 year ago

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Original Ask: Could you do Jenson Button with wife reader? He was interviewing for Sky Sports with Danica Patrick. He was fed up with her and he always made that face whenever he was around her which was amusing to his wife. She was having a field day when one day she was at his interview. Just something fluff and cute. You decide how it goes. Tag me later!! Thanks!! :)) ( @pear-1206 )

Word Count: 645 words

(author's note: i hope you enjoy love !! i enjoyed writing this quite alot 🫶 )

If there was one thing Jenson hated about working with Sky Sports, it was Danica Patrick. He couldn't stand to listen to her outlandish and disrespectful takes on races and drivers, especially her opinions about Logan Sargeant.

During his time in the Williams garage, Jenson became very close to Logan, and the pair developed a father-and-son relationship over the years. This only furthered when Jenson’s wife, Y/N, met Logan. She absolutely adored him and quickly became his biggest supporter alongside her husband.

So, when Y/N was invited to participate in a post-race discussion with Jenson, Danica and some other regular Sky Sports figures, she jumped at the opportunity. Jenson however, was not as keen as his dear wife.

The group stood in the paddock, each one of them holding a microphone. Y/N was smiling from ear to ear, so excited for the opportunity. Her husband watched her intently, realising that he took his job for granted far too often. However, once the interview began it wasn’t long before Jenson remembered why he disliked Danica so much.

“I just don’t think that Sargeant has the skill required to drive at this level. He can’t keep up with the car or the fast pace of the races which is reflected in his poor results. In my opinion, Williams should start looking for a new driver.” Danica said critically.

Some of the other interviewers nodded, but before she could begin talking again, Jenson cut in, “I disagree fully. Logan is a talented driver and we’ve seen just how well he can perform under pressure. I simply believe that this is just a slight rough patch in his career and that it won’t be long until he’s back on track and in the points.”

“I agree with Jenson,” Y/N stated while smiling at her husband, “I’ve spent a lot of time speaking with Logan and he puts far too much pressure on himself. He isn’t happy with how he’s driving at the moment but I don’t think the amount of criticism he receives isn't fair at all.”

Admiration and pride shone in Jenson’s eyes as he listened to his wife talk. He knew Logan would feel the same way too, but more appreciative that she had defended him.

Danica pretty much accepted their statements and moved on to discussing the race and giving even more unwarranted criticisms. Towards the end of the interview, Jenson was finding it harder and harder to suppress his eye rolls and sighs at Danica’s words.

Y/N on the other hand, was finding her husband’s behaviour hysterical. She knew very well that Jenson did not like Danica but watching his reactions made her struggle not to laugh.

Eventually, the interview ended and Jenson and Y/N walked off towards the Williams garage.

“You’re hilarious you know that right?” Y/N said to Jenson as they strolled along hand in hand.

“What do you mean my darling?”

“The way you react to Danica is unbelievable. I could barely stop myself from laughing when you rolled your eyes at her.”

Jenson snorted with laughter, “Sometimes what she comes out with is so ridiculous that I can’t help myself. Especially when it’s about Logan. I nearly kissed you on the spot when you started defending him.”

“Jenson!” Y/N said slapping his arm “You would’ve gotten us into so much trouble! But I’ll always defend Logan, he’s so talented! I don’t see why anyone would question his ability to drive.”

“God I love you,” Jenson said looking down at his wife.

“I’d hope so Jense,” Y/N replied.

The pair continued their walk to the Williams garage, still laughing every so often at Jenson’s previous antics. Other people might see him as rude, but Y/N wouldn’t have her husband any other way.

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Watchdog Centric:

A Waking Nightmare | Inspired by @oxyphara

“Stanley?” Ford asked as he paused in the doorway, eyes taking in the oddly chilling scene.

Stan was sitting in his recliner, strangely stiff. The TV screen was filled with static that buzzed in Ford’s ears, setting his teeth on edge and making his skin break out in goosebumps. Stan didn’t react, making no outward indication that he even knew Ford was nearby. He was just… staring at the screen blankly.

"St–” Ford’s vocal cords failed him, so he swallowed thickly and tried again, his voice small and timid. “Stanley? You, um, called? Did you need something?”

Lee & Watchdog Centric:

[Kofi] It's Called Freefall | Part 1 & Part 2

“Stop resisting me, Ford.” Bill mused, a subtle but unmistakable edge of impatience in his voice. It wouldn’t be long now. “It doesn't have to be this way and you know it. All you have to do is make a deal and we can pick up our friendship where we left off.”

Ford remained silent, his answer had been unchanging since he was first taken prisoner and it certainly wasn’t about to change anytime soon. But his refusal to acknowledge Bill worked in his favor because the demon craved attention. Ford had learned to weaponize his disregard to get Bill to break first, the demon ending the torture and proceeding to throw a tantrum that could last anywhere from hours to days.

There Are Better Days Ahead

Lee knew that it was a bad day before he even opened his eyes. He felt like he was experiencing the world through a haze of numbness, his senses dull. Even opening his eyes to add sight to the mix didn’t help the veil lift, so he found himself staring up at the ceiling blankly. It took him a few moments to register that he didn’t feel present in his own body, his eyelids drooping with exhaustion that no amount of sleep could ever fix.

Time Heals All Wounds

Lee had drained the mug of hot chocolate without even thinking about the unpleasant aftertaste, but he had written it off as Ford’s ability to make even the simplest of recipes taste questionable at best and downright toxic at worst. And all things considered, the hot chocolate ranked super low on the gross scale, it was just a little bitter. It wasn’t until daybreak that Lee started to feel… not so great. He was smoking a cigar on the front porch when his gums began to ache, Lee forced to take out his partial dentures to relieve the pressure. It was a fleeting respite from the throbbing pain, which only seemed to worsen. Then, something came loose, Lee’s stomach dropping as he raised a hand to spit a tooth into his waiting palm.

[Kofi] As The World Caves In

Lee doesn't dare peek into the room, pressed against the wall beside the doorway. He's not sure what compelled him to stay out of sight, but he heeds his instincts all the same. He's never questioned a gut feeling before and he wasn't about to start now. His caution was ultimately rewarded when he heard a shuddering exhale a moment before a crackling voice rang out. "Hey Sixer... been a while, huh?" A voice greeted and Lee's heart froze in his chest because he recognized that voice. His voice. Rough with exhaustion and saturated in thinly-veiled despair. "Just my fuckin' luck that the one time I decide to actually say somethin', you don't answer."

I Can Lose Everything But You | Part 1 & Part 2

Lee’s mouth was moving but Ford couldn’t hear what was being said over the roar of blood in his ears, his wide-eyed stare fixated on the patches of gauze that were taped to the right side of Lee’s face. The gauze needed to be changed, partially dried blood –as well as a trickle of fresh blood– spotting the otherwise white material. He was hurt. Someone had hurt his little brother.

Don't Hide Away

“Ugh… shit. Ow.” Lee hissed, slowly easing his shirt up to get a look at the nasty bruising practically on top of his poor kidney. Damn, it was the kidney that he’d grown back too. The scuffle that resulted in said bruising had been short but vicious, Lee taking a bony elbow to the side two or three times before the would-be kidnapper succumbed to lack of oxygen –courtesy of Lee’s chokehold– and passed out.

[Kofi] And Miles to Go Before I Sleep

Ford woke with a strangled shout, hands frantically clawing at his chest as he surged upright, flailing when he almost overturned the chair that he was sitting in. He planted his feet flat on the floor, breathing heavily as he took stock of his surroundings. He was… in the sub-basement lab. He fell asleep at his workstation again after staying up for seventy-two hours straight. Lee and Fiddleford would not be pleased.

Side Quest Centric:

When A Hand Reaches Out [No MCD]

Ford saw Stan almost immediately, his stomach swooping in a nauseating fashion as the golden glow illuminated the alarmingly large red puddle around Stan’s left arm. He lunged forward with a wounded sound, scrabbling toward the boy in an entirely undignified manner, his black pants soaking up the still warm blood when he kneeled beside Stan. Ford checked his pulse the old fashioned way, the sensors in his gloves easily picking up the boy’s slightly weakened heartbeat.

Life is Filled With Choices | Part 1

As he was trudging through the snow back to his car, Stan couldn't help but hear Ford's words play on an endless loop in his head, drowning out everything else. Stan had wanted so badly to shove the journal back at Ford after his brother had branded him, but he couldn't. Ford was right, he was always right. So he kept the fucking diary and stormed out.

Beware the Man You Think You Know

Ford is currently perched in one of the large trees surrounding the shack, hidden in the branches with a direct line of sight to both entrances. There's been nothing, no activity around the shack within a fifty foot radius. Which is another thing, Ford hasn't spotted so much as a gnome rooting through the trash in the three days he's been watching. It's... something's not right but he can't put a finger on what.

Gasping For Air [No MCD]

He wasn't going to make it.

Ford had stupidly tripped the moment his shoes hit sand and he'd fallen, wasting precious seconds scrambling back to his feet. He didn't have time to take off his coat or shoes so he didn't run the risk of drowning, the water weighing him down and making him slower as he charged into it.

To Die In Your Arms [Temporary MCD]

Ford hadn’t made it in time to do more than damage control, squeezing the trigger before he could even process what he was seeing. His ears still rang with Stan’s shouting, demanding that his brother run even as the bear sunk its teeth into Stan’s arm, the bite force fracturing the bone. The cry that escaped through Stan’s grit teeth had Ford firing three more shots with precision into the neck of the beast, his counterpart shooting in tandem.

Stranger Danger

“You alright, kiddo?” A voice asked and Stan’s eyes snapped open as he startled, staring up at the stranger who had stopped right in front of him with wide eyes. It was an older guy, though not as old as Pa. He had a concerned expression plastered onto his face, but Stan shuffled back a step or two even if he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly he didn’t like about the man. “I’m fine.” Stan huffed, feeling the sudden and overpowering need to hide the sign behind his back when the man’s eyes flicked down to it. There was… something in the stranger’s keen eyes that had Stan’s insides squirming unpleasantly, some shift that Stan couldn’t pinpoint even if you held a bag of toffee peanuts over his head and told him to put it into words.

[Kofi] Bite Thy Tongue | Part 1

“Stanley, who is this?” Stanford asked tersely, the weapon aimed down at the porch but his grip on it was white-knuckle tight, ready to raise it and fire at a moment’s notice. Stan subconsciously adjusted his position, putting himself in front of Ford as he faced his brother. Stanford noticed the shift, his narrowed gaze darting between Stan and Ford.

“I’m leavin’, Stanford.” Stan blurted instead of answering Stanford’s question, which was ultimately the best option, with the alternative being revealing Ford’s identity and addressing the existence of the multiverse on Stanford’s front lawn.

#gravity falls #masterlist #fic list #somebody to call my own au #stcmo au #lore #side quest #ford pines #stan pines #lee pines #stan and ford #lee and ford #stan twins #writing #kofi writing

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Baby Fever [Emily x Reader]

Photo Credits Left and Right (@meditando-en-paris) Center (@emily12o1970)

Prompt: The reader asks Emily if she wants to have a baby together. While this is a surprise, Emily has a little question of her own for the reader.

Pairing: [established relationship] Emily x Non-BAU!reader. The Reader uses she/her pronouns

Category: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 6.8K

Content Warnings: Slight angst, talk of getting pregnant, food and alcohol are mentioned, implied intimacy, discussion of politics. If I missed any, please let me know.

A/N: Hi all! I’m so sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted any fics in a while. The end of the semester has been wildly busy. However, I return with an Emily fic for @imagining-in-the-margins March and April writing challenge. I made my own prompt that is, a member of the couple isn’t sure they’ll make a good parent; they are reassured by a friend that they will be perfect. This is a continuation of my Moschino and Muddy Water series. You can find parts one, two, three, and four here (linked) You can read this as a stand-alone as well, you just need to know the reader works for a senator. This story kind of humbled me and challenged me as it took a long time to write and I needed to do lots of edits on it. But that is a good reminder for me. Writing can be hard, but it is worth the result to see you can come what you can come up with. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Love Levi - ❤️

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y/n = your name

y/s/t = your skin tone

_y/f/s_ = your favorite scent

Emily walked into the living room of her apartment. y/n and she had recently repainted it a neutral beige that Derek had described as “sad sand” at brunch with Penelope, Spencer, JJ, and Will last month. y/n had nearly choked on her drink as he made the remark. It had been y/n’s idea to repaint their space to a more relaxing color. When y/n had suggested it, Emily had said, “Oh, what brought this on lover? Wasn’t it you last week who mentioned the security deposit on this place?” Em liked teasing y/n about these things because y/n was always a little more impulsive about things. Their dynamic remained light despite the hectic nature of their jobs. The ability to relax and joke in their off time kept both y/n and Prentiss sane. However, they were good at reading each other, most of the time. When things felt heavy or the job was pushing them to the edge of a breakdown, the jokes and teasing went out the window.

Only once had y/n made a joke in poor taste about a case that Emily had not yet fully described, and the tall brunette had snapped. y/n had looked at her girlfriend with shock. Prentiss never spoke to her in this tone nor with the angry expression she had on her face. The silence in the room after Emily's outburst was deafening. Emily instantly felt guilty for how she had reacted. Prentiss cleared her throat and tried to apologize, but y/n said, “Save it. I need a minute.” y/n had moved back to their room and closed the door, and burst into tears. ‘A minute’ turned out to be a long sleepless night for the couple. y/n tossed and turned and wondered if she was overreacting and what she had missed about Emily when she came in with her go-bag. She had seemed fine to y/n as she came in with a smile and normal attitude. Meanwhile on the couch, Emily wondered why she had reacted with such venom. y/n was only trying to lighten the mood, and she hadn’t said how horrible she felt. If she had, Emily knew y/n would hug her and kiss her and make her feel better inside of cracking a joke. Prentiss sat up and looked out the open window onto to the street as a few cars drove by. Emily wondered what brought those driving out so late. Who were they and where they were going? She wondered if they were happy. She slumped back into the couch cushions and missed the warmth of y/n’s snuggled up in front of her and the cool feel of their sheets over them.

In the morning, both Em and y/n had gotten up at the same time. Prentiss moved into their room which she found unlocked. y/n looked up at her. Em could see that she had been crying and the lack of sleep on y/n’s face. Before Prentiss could say anything, y/n stated, “I’m sorry, Emily. I’m sorry for how I acted. Immature and like a child. You didn’t deserve that.” Emily dropped her head and replied, “I’m sorry too. It was wrong of me to shout at you like that. You were just trying to make me happy.” y/n swallowed and said, “I was, but I must have been missing something. Would you tell me about the case, or what caused you to act like that?”

Prentiss nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed taking y/n’s hand in hers. “Yes. Let me explain. Thank you for giving me the time and care to listen.” After a long conversation, the pair set up some boundaries about not keeping things inside after cases for Emily and taking time to check in after she got home for y/n. y/n knew Emily had been acting okay, but in reality, she wasn't. y/n noted that if she was in Emily’s shoes, she might want to laugh after work and a case and y/n thought Emily might feel the same way. So after they had talked and kissed and made up, they both felt a bit crusty and decided to take a shower together.

It felt wonderful as Emily’s strong hands moved down her y/s/t’ed shoulders and back. The soap suds moved down y/n’s back and Prentiss rubbed them over her lush behind and thighs. y/n sighed into the touch. When Emily had finished rinsing y/n off, y/n turned and had Em face the water. y/n placed a dollop of her shampoo that smelled of rose and juniper berry in her palm. Prentiss smiled as y/n’s fingers brushed through her silky dark strands of hair massaging her scalp and then making sure that all of her locks were coated in shampoo before turning Em to rinse off her shoulder-length hair. After a few more minutes the water started running tepid, and y/n and Emily got out and dried off. They spent the rest of the Saturday morning lounging around and getting coffee from the fancy place two blocks over. It felt lovely to be back and not have an argument hanging over them. As y/n opened the door for Prentiss, she thought about how they worked together. They had their moments and arguments like any couple, but all in all, they were steady. It seemed that steady was something new to both of them, and it made them happy and secure in one another. It had made y/n so happy and secure that it had got her thinking about roots, about the future.

A few weeks later, y/n woke up early and realized that Emily was up. She snapped her laptop shut. The sound had Em turn around and look at y/n with just a hint of concern in her dark eyes. y/n smiled and got out of her seat saying, “Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?” Emily’s face broke into a soft smile and she replied, “I slept well. I love it when you’re the big spoon. It makes me sleep like a baby.” y/n got up and wrapped Em in a hug and whispered in her ear, “Well, I’ll have to do that more often then.” y/n inhaled her smell and tried to hide the blush on her face before pulling back and saying, “Do you want some breakfast and coffee? Or maybe a mimosa. I feel like cooking something if you want.” Prentiss nodded and said, “I think I could go for some blueberry or chocolate chip waffles if you’re down to make them.” y/n nodded and replied, “Of course. What are we feeling for drinks?” Em let out a small laugh and said, “Well, how about I make us lattes and you pop open some prosecco? We’ve still got juice in the fridge too. I’ll get the glasses.” y/n nodded knowing that Emily didn’t like popping corks -- a quirk that y/n thought was so cute. Em turned away to get the fluted glasses for the mimosas and while her back was turned she considered how y/n had been acting the last few days. It was like she was holding some secret. When y/n’s computer was in front of her, y/n always seemed to close it quickly or move it so she couldn’t see the screen. It wasn’t only that. Sometimes she was on the phone and talking quietly to someone she didn’t know. The pit in Emily’s stomach grew. And yet when she looked back at y/n who was humming her new favorite song while pulling eggs out from the middle row of the fridge.

This was so unlike y/n to hide things from her. When it had first happened, Emily thought that maybe y/n was cheating but that wasn’t something that y/n would do unless she had really misread her girlfriend and their relationship wasn’t going anywhere. This bothered Prentiss because she was planning on asking y/n to marry her in a month on their second anniversary. Even if things weren’t good with them, which y/n’s behavior indicated otherwise, Prentiss was uncomfortable with y/n hiding things from her. Em had a good way of feeling out people, and y/n had seemed more excited to be with her recently, so all of the messages both verbal and nonverbal were throwing her for a loop. Prentiss was going to talk to JJ and Penelope about it on Monday to see if they had any insight into what was going on. At this point, y/n and the rest of the girls on the BAU were thick as blood. Em took a breath and decided to not let her self-doubt ruin their relationship. She had let that happen before, and even though it had turned out to be a good thing, Emily didn’t want to do that here. She loved y/n, and she knew y/n loved her. If y/n needed to tell her something, Emily knew she would, even if it was something difficult to hear. Prentiss fixed her face and took a breath before setting the glasses on the counter for y/n who leaned in and gave her a kiss before she moved to the coffee maker.

y/n started mixing up the waffle batter. y/n didn’t like keeping things from Emily, but this was such a big subject to even bring up, and she wanted to have all of the facts beforehand. Not so that she could try and argue her point with Emily, but so she was sure it was what she wanted. But the more y/n looked at their options of getting pregnant, the firmer y/n was about her desire to start a family with Em. It was a conversation they had had before. A shared desire to have kids and raise them in a house full of love and tenderness that neither y/n nor Emily had had as children growing up on opposite sides of the globe. So the topic of wanting kids wouldn’t be a shock, just how quickly y/n was bringing it up. And if Emily said she needed more time, y/n would wait, but she couldn’t deny that her baby fever was growing thanks to JJ’s pregnancy and some recent laws passing. The whole idea made y/n’s stomach flutter in both delight and worry. Thankfully y/n was almost ready to tell Em, and again there would be no secrets to hold, just a future to plan, whatever that looked like for them.

The following Monday at work, Emily found Penelope in her office with its room full of screens and trinkets. Prentiss smiled at how Garcia’s personality shone through wherever she was. Em found the tech whizz inspirational in that way and many others. Garcia was busy typing something on her laptop and Emily had called her name twice already. Without any other options apart from pulling the plug on one of Penelope's babies, Emily tapped her on the shoulder instead. The genius shot out of her seat and Prentiss was eternally grateful that Gacria wasn’t holding one of her large cups of soda. “My God Emily, are you trying to get me out of my skin?” Penelope retorted when she had caught her breath. Em smiled and said, “It was that, or pull the plug on your computer. I thought you’d appreciate the latter. I did call your name twice.” Garcia let out a shaky laugh and said, “Okay, well lord, I have to stop listening to music so loud when I’m at work. Hotch got mad at me for it once already and somehow he’s always right because I don’t want to be scared like that again. So what brings you to my cave today dear? Need me to cast a love spell on you?” Prentiss laughed and replied, “Well I’m okay on that front. A clarification spell might be more in order. Are you back on the RPG game again?” Garcia blushed and said, “Maybe, maybe not. Anyhow, does the team need my presence?” Em nodded her head no, sat down on the ledge of Penelope's table, and said, “Not right now. I was just wondering if y/n had talked to you recently. She’s been acting kind of strange in the last three weeks and I just wanted to know if she has something planned?”

Penelope was buzzing in her seat because she had an answer but had promised y/n that she wouldn’t say anything to Emily about it. y/n had discreetly asked around the office if anyone knew someone who had IVF treatments before and would be willing to talk candidly about the process, how much it cost, and the pros and cons of the procedure. The only other person who did know someone who had gone through In Vitro Fertilization was Rossi, but Dave didn’t think that person would want to discuss such an intimate part of their lives with a stranger, even if it was a friend of his. However, Penelope had a good friend named Shayla back from her college days who was now a happy single mom and had moved to the Virginia area last year for a new job with her little boy. y/n had met Shayla once before, and when Garcia brought her up as a possibility, y/n almost begged her to ask Shayla if she was comfortable talking about the long process. When Pen brought it up in their next catch-up call, Shayla happily agreed to share her knowledge. She had done plenty of research before deciding to move forward with having a child on her own, understood the great sacrifice and fears that could come with it, and was happy to give any helpful information she had. Of course, this conversation had prompted Penelope to ask y/n why she was asking and y/n had revealed that she was thinking of asking Emily to have a baby with her. Garcia had freaked out, jumping up and down in excitement. y/n had to stop her from running out of the room and shouting at anyone that her friend was getting pregnant. Once the blonde analyst had settled down, y/n took a breath and said, “Now Penelope. I know you’re excited but I’m just in the research stage which sounds calculated when I put it like that, I haven’t told Emily about this yet and I need to be sure I feel confident before I spring this on her. Could you please please, please not tell her?” Garcia nodded seriously and said, “My lips are sealed. I pinky promise.” y/n let out a sigh of relief.

But as Garcia was faced with Emily now, it wasn’t as easy as telling y/n her secret was safe. It was threatening to burst out of her seams and she needed to come up with an excuse fast or risk losing a dear friend in y/n. Penelope cleared her throat and said, “Hey, Em. I kinda stayed up all night playing that game and well as you can see I’m running numbers for Stan’s team….” She gave her best pleading eyes that seemed to work on everyone. Prentiss let out a soft laugh and replied, “Alright, What flavor do you want grape, Cola, or orange?” Pen smiled brightly and said, “Orange, please. You are a lifesaver!” Emily patted her on the top of her blond head and said, “Well just hope Hotch or JJ doesn’t call a new case while I’m gone. You should get someone to install controls or something on your system at home to stop you from staying up twenty-four-seven.” Garica scoffed, looked at Emily’s retreating form, and said, “Baby, if anyone could crack into my harddrive, I’d let them.” As Emily moved out of the office and toward the 7-11 to get Penelope’s soda, she felt relieved. Not that she fully believed nothing was happening with y/n, but if the team hadn’t noticed anything, then, it made her feel better. Once Emily was out of sight, Penelope whipped out her phone and texted y/n: “Emily is asking questions, baby girl. I’d start thinking about asking her soon or she might find out what you’re doing.”

The week moved by quickly with lots of paperwork for Emily and the start of a new campaign cycle for y/n who moaned about it as much as possible without being annoying to Em. It didn’t help that the senator y/n worked with had gotten themselves into another scandal that was rocking their office and party. When y/n was going on a rant about corruption on Friday night Emily hugged her from behind, kissed her temple, and said, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I know it’s annoying, but you're good at your job even if it’s a bad system. But that doesn’t make you bad.” y/n relaxed into Prentiss’s embrace. y/n let out a sigh and said, “I’m sorry for going off. I know it’s annoying.” Emily nuzzled her face into y/n’s neck to relax her further as she whispered, “Don’t apologize y/n. Work can be agonizing sometimes, I know that as much as anyone. If it bothers me I'll tell you. Now, how about we do something fun tomorrow? We could get brunch at that place we like in midtown. You know the place where you asked me out officially?” y/n’s face broke out into a smile and she said, “I’d love that Em. Sorry if I’ve been a little distant right now. I’ve been thinking about some things and I want to share them with you in the morning. It’s nothing bad or anything, but something I just want to discuss with you. You’re everything to me love, and I’m so happy we’re together.” Prentiss’s heart fluttered knowing that y/n was finally going to tell her what was going on. Her words were reassuring, that it ‘wasn't’ bad’ or ‘anything bad about her,’ but even so, her nerves sang inside as they both headed to bed.

In the morning, y/n woke up slightly early for a Saturday and got into a hot shower. She washed her body in _y/f/s_ed body wash. She then moved to her hair and shampooed and conditioned it. Lastly y/n shaved so her legs were smooth. When she stepped out of the shower, Emily was up. y/n walked into their room in a towel, and Em looked up from the bed, Her brown eyes got wider and she said, “Well, good morning, love?” y/n smiled and said, “Morning sweetheart.” y/n dropped her towel, and lazily crawled on the bed. Emily followed her with her eyes and her tongue slipped out of her mouth and wetted her lower lip subconsciously. y/n grinned and moved over Emily’s body and kissed her gently at first and then with more passion. Em snaked her hands around y/n’s hips. Once y/n’s tongue was slipped into Emily’s mouth, her fingers moved to y/n’s hair and tugged it gently at the root. After y/n and Prentiss were desperate for air, y/n pulled away and moved onto her knees before saying, “Maybe we should get dressed or we’ll miss brunch sweetheart.” Emily whined and said, “Do we have to?” y/n laughed and replied, “I think so. I’m in need of a good mimosa and waffle. Plus, we can get right back to this when we get back if we want.” Emily sat up and brushed her thumb over y/n’s jaw before saying, “Alright love. Give me a few minutes to get ready and we can go. It’s good if we go sooner though because you know how crazy that place gets after 11:00.” y/n nodded in agreement as she moved to the closet to pick out a spring dress and some matching jewelry while Emily used the bathroom and vanity to get ready. Emily chose a pink jumpsuit that fit her curves perfectly and was strapless showing off her lovely shoulders and neck.

y/n and Emily got to the restaurant before the big rush and were seated outside at a quiet corner table surrounded by a fence and hedge that gave the space a cool and calm feeling away from the bustle inside and the rush of cars outside. A waiter came and got their drink orders and while he was there, Emily and y/n also ordered pain au chocolat. Emily got a glass of white wine and y/n got a pomegranate mimosa, and they both got coffee. The lean man noted what they wanted and moved away. The wait time at this spot was longer giving people time to relax and talk. y/n looked at Emily wondering if she should start the conversation. Emily returned y/n’s smile, her face looking radiant in the glow of the midmorning sun. Prentiss shifted in her seat and said, “You’ve been looking so happy the last few days. Whatever it is you have to tell me I just want to say I’m so happy to see you like this. I wish every day could be like this. That there wasn’t the stress or worry of our jobs looming over us. But you make me feel safe and seen every day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Once Emily said the words aloud, the idea in her head sprang so full and bright that she felt like she might be bowled over by a small breeze. The idea had been there for a few months but she hadn’t planned it. Certainly hadn’t even dreamed of it being like this, but it felt so right. When she looked over at y/n who was clearly saying something, Emily thought for a brief moment that she might be looking at the sun, blinding it it’s light and radiance. Prentiss cleared her throat and mind and finally heard y/n repeat, “Are you alright darling? You were in your own world there for a second.” Emily nodded now knowing what she was going to do and said, “Yeah I’m good. I just had an idea. So I suppose I have something to tell you too. But you go first. What was it you were wanting to tell me today that you’ve been so secretive about?” y/n blushed and felt better now that they both were going to say something, though she had no idea what Emily had up her sleeve. y/n replied, “Well why don’t you go first.” Prentiss shot back teasingly, “No you first.” They repeated this one more time before they both blurted out at the same time:

“I want to have a baby with you.”

“I want to marry you.”

When Emily and y/n both registered what the other had said they were stunned into silence. y/n felt her chest tighten with emotions that threatened to bubble over. She composed herself first and asked in awe, “Emily Prentiss, are you proposing to me right now?” Emily took a shallow breath in at what y/n had said about wanting a baby and y/n’s question and, she said, “I am, sweetheart. It just felt right right now. I don’t want to spend another day without you being mine in the most real way possible. Time just goes by so fast and as soon as we know it we’ll both be grey and have bad knees. We’re both gone so often from each other so I’d like you to be mine if you’re willing to be. y/n, will you marry me?” Emily got out of her chair and onto one knee. Again she was glad they were in a quieter part of the restaurant. y/n nodded her head yes and fell to her knees next to Em embracing her in a hug and saying, “Yes, Oh of course I will. I love you so much, I want my whole life with you.” They both stayed there for a moment on the brick floor before Emily raised her head from y/n’s shoulder wiping her own eyes of the salty liquid at her corneas before pulling back and helping y/n to her feet. They hugged properly with a tight embrace that said they would never be apart for longer than they had to be, and even when they were apart, they would still be together. Em pulled back and said, “I’m sorry I don’t have a ring for you, but it just felt right to ask you now. I promise I’ll get you one that’s just perfect.” y/n smiled and said, “I know whatever you pick out will be perfect love.” She leaned in and planted her mouth on Emily’s and they both let go of each other with a feeling of lightness and ecstasy that neither had expected this morning in bed. Just as they both sat down, the waiter returned with their pastries and drinks on a tray. He set all the plates and glasses down and said he’d be back in a bit to see if they needed anything else.

Once he had gone, y/n and Emily raised their glasses to their engagement and y/n said, “To the best fiance I could ever ask for!” As they clinked glasses Em added, “And to my favorite person in the whole world.” They both took sips of their drinks and what y/n had said resurfaced to the front of Prentiss’s mind after the euphoria of y/n saying yes to her proposal dimmed slightly. Em leaned forward and asked, “y/n you want to have a baby?” y/n flushed and nodded sheepishly. Suddenly talking to Emily about this made her feel nervous. With a steadying breath y/n replied, “Not just a baby Em. I want to have your baby. I’ve been researching reciprocal IVF. Looking up what the procedure is like for both parties, how expensive it is, and where there are clinics nearby that we could visit and consult with. I even went as far as talking to some people who’ve done it before to see how their experience was for them. That’s what I’ve been researching for the last few weeks. And I know this sounds so fast. Like I’m rushing. I don’t mean to pressure you into making a choice now or next week or month or even year. I just want you to know that I’d love to build a life with you. A life that might include children in the future if that’s something you're interested in. I just wanted to have all the facts I could about what that would possibly be like before springing something this big on you” Emily absorbed the information and took a sip of her drink. She said with a smile, “Look at you doing your research. Not that you don’t research, but I think we’re rubbing off on each other. You’re making me more comfortable in making big moves like proposing while I’m making you research a topic as much as possible.” y/n laughed and said, “Well, I guess that makes us pretty compatible, huh.” Emily chuckled and continued to think about what y/n had just said.

It wasn’t something they had talked about recently, but children was a topic of discussion they had had and it made Emily relieved to know that y/n left that secure in their relationship that it was something she was seriously thinking about. Now that they were engaged, it only made more sense, even though y/n couldn’t have known that coming into today. For a moment Emily pictured y/n cradling their baby, and then a toddler running around their apartment, and the child grown up and going off to school. Prentiss pulled herself from the film playing in her head. As lovely an image as it was, it was a lot to think about. She lifted her eyes up to y/n’s nervous gaze. Prentiss moved her right hand to y/n’s and held it across the table saying, “I think that’s a beautiful idea y/n. It is a lot to think about. I do appreciate that you’re comfortable enough to tell me something that’s really important to you. Would you mind if I give it some time to think through?” y/n squeezed Emily’s palm and replied, “Take all the time you need love. There’s no rush.” Prentiss felt a surge of warmth move through her not associated with the fact that she was sitting in the sun. Having someone as passionate and who understood her so well was the best thing that could have happened to her. Emily did wonder if something had prompted y/n into her desire for children. She’d never been one to have baby fever before now and the shift was interesting to her.

Emily watched y/n sip her drink and relax in her chair a bit. Prentiss asked, “Sweetheart, what sparked your desire for kids if anything? Or did it just sort of happen?” y/n sighed and said, “It’s been coming for a while I think, but things have made it speed up for me I suppose.” Emily nodded her head as if to say, “Keep going, love.” y/n placed her palms flat on the table and continued, “I guess that so much crazy stuff has been happening in the country recently. I know you know that. We both do as we work in the government, but the upturning of Roe V. Wade and all the crazy abortion bans popping up all over the place. I suppose I just don’t want to be too late. Like one day we both decided it was time and by then we didn’t even have that option. I don’t mean to sound melodramatic or to push you in any way, we have time, it’s just made me prioritize some things in my life that I hadn’t given too much thought to before now. I mean if Alabama can almost stop IVF then I’m afraid of what might come after that. I suppose having a child became more important to me the more things like that happen here.”

Emily gave a soft smile, she could more fully see where y/n was coming from and it made sense with her personality. Em moved her hand across the table and stroked her cheek gently before saying, “That makes sense darling. I’m going to have to think about it for a while before we do anything, but maybe when we get home, you can tell me a bit more about the process, and the cost. If we commit to something like this we’re going to need to be saving for some time.” y/n chuckled and said, “Take all the time you need darling. We can save money for that and a wedding too.” Emily paused and said, “Do you mind if I don’t tell the team right away about the engagement? I just want to get a ring and have it be a bit more put together because once I tell them, we’re going to be swamped with questions from JJ, Garcia, and Rossi.” y/n snorted and covered her mouth at how accurate Emily was. She could picture that conversation happening and how Garica would pounce on Em and then how she’d get ten calls for Penelope and then some texts and another call from Dave congratulating her. Since y/n had gotten to know the team more, Rossi had become a father figure which made her heart warm. y/n replied, “Yes, of course sweetheart. That will be a day to remember. Almost as exciting as getting to say yes to you Mrs. Prentiss.”

Shortly after this their waiter came back and got them a second round of drinks and they ordered some plates to share. The weekend flew by as always, and Emily showed up at Quantico with an excited air about her. The team slowly rolled into the bullpen on work days like they normally did. Em and JJ passed through security at the same time, and JJ who was now very pregnant asked Prentiss, “You seem preoccupied today. Is something up?” Emily tried to stay cool and said, “Nope, well apart from the fact that y/n and I had a late night last night.” Em gave JJ a wink and JJ shot her a sly smile replying, “Well that would make you pretty tired I suppose.” Emily laughed and the two women moved up to their floor. Prentiss hadn’t been lying about y/n and her last night. They’d spent a few pleasurable hours both in the shower and the bed solidifying their bond. Telling one truth and omitting two others felt better than a flat-out lie. Emily was a mix of emotions today and it did make her feel and perhaps look different which she was trying to hide. She was incredibly happy about the unofficial engagement but nervous about y/n’s question. It was more than a question, it was a whole new part of their life if they pursued it. Emily spent a good deal of the morning telling Spencer and Penelope that nothing was wrong and that she was fine but tired. Even Aaron gave her a look saying that he knew something was up. But Hotch didn’t always have the time for gossip and he trusted and knew Em enough that if she was having a serious problem, she could come to him anytime night or day. By lunch time, Prentiss felt a little bit more emotionally drained than she had coming into work. She hardly noticed Derek sneak in behind her to use the microwave when her leftover pasta was finished reheating.

Morgan said over the hum of the microwave, “So you told Spence and Garcia everything is fine and you gave Hotch that look that it’s all cool and they left you alone, but you're one of the most put-together people on the team and something is off. Keeping secrets is a burden and I’d think you’d like at least one person to know what’s playing in your mind on repeat. Listen if we go on a case or something then it might make you slower. Would you please tell me what’s going on? I won’t tell anyone else. You know I’m also good at keeping a secret.” Derek’s appearance startled Emily, and she jumped at his first few words but calmed quickly as she listened more intently to what he was saying. She bit the inside of her lip. The problem was she knew Derek was right and somehow that bothered her. However, Morgan would be as good a person to tell as any. Their bond was strong, but not as interwoven as the rest of the team. And he was good at keeping quiet. Prentiss deflated slightly and decided to be honest with Derek saying, “Okay but this stays between us, please?” Morgan nodded his consent and indicated for Em to continue. Emily thought of the proposal but knew the issue that was bugging her was what she should say. Finally, she stated, with a slow caution, “y/n wants to have a baby with me.”

That response was far from what Derek had been expecting, and he blinked a few times just to ensure he’d heard correctly. Slowly a smile crept to his face replying, “That’s amazing, Em!” Emily nodded lightly and Derek was confused as to why she wasn’t showing the same joy he was. He cleared his throat lightly and asked, “Do you not want that Emily?” Prentiss let out a long sigh and said what she’d been thinking about since last night: “I do think I want kids in time. And y/n and I have talked about that before now. We talked about it before we became serious.” Derek was confused by her hesitation and asked, “Is y/n like, rushing you into this?” Emily nodded no and replied, “No not at all. She knows me too well for that. She did a bunch of research beforehand and told me there wasn’t any rush. And also that if kids wasn’t something I was interested in she and I could talk about it.” This reply left Derek even more confused and he scratched the back of his head. Finally, Morgan asked, “So, why are you upset exactly?” Em came out with it and said, “What if I’m a bad mom? I can see y/n being the most loving and caring parent in the world, but my track history with my mother just doesn’t indicate that I’m going to be that competent a parent.”

When Emily got to the point of contention, Derek couldn’t help but chuckle, and Prentiss lightly slapped his board arm and said, “Don’t laugh at me, Morgan.” Derek managed to stop his chuckling and say, “I’m mainly laughing at your wording, Em. I don’t think any parent would say they are ‘competent.’ And if you’re going to question me on that, ask Hotch if he thinks he’s a competent parent with Jack or JJ with her baby. I swear no one has it all figured out.” Emily was still hesitant and Derek continued, “Emily no matter what you decide it’s going to be the right thing. I know you and y/n won’t jump into anything, but if you ask me, I think you’ll make a fantastic parent.” Emily could tell that Morgan was no longer joking and she asked, “Why do you say that?” She was genuinely curious to hear how he would answer. Morgan leaned against the wall and replied, “Well you could just call it intuition, but the other sign to me is how in tune with yourself and y/n you are. You notice things about everyone, especially y/n. If you decide to have a kid together that will be the most loved child ever. You may not have it all figured out, but with how much you care about each other, I know you and y/n will figure out the rest. You’ll be a great Mom Em.” Emily felt her heart warm slightly and the original image of a child running around her and y/n’s apartment, or the park, or a variety of other idyllic scenes came back in a rush. She knew this wasn’t always going to be the reality, but she felt encouraged and replied to Morgan, “Thanks, Derek. I appreciate that. And thanks for letting me ramble.” Derek smiled again and was happy to see Emily happy. He said, “You got it Em. And my lips are sealed.” Emily felt much better the rest of the day having one person know what she was thinking about. It helped so much that after she had talked about it, she found it much easier to work.

It was a few weeks later as Prentiss had found the right ring for y/n, and she and y/n had talked about breaking that set of news to the team that Emily came up behind y/n who was standing at the kitchen counter. Prentiss hugged y/n gently from behind and said softly in her ear, “y/n, I want to try. I want to try for a baby with you.” y/n froze and then turned around slowly in Emily’s arms and said, “Really?” Emily nodded and replied, “Really baby. I want some time before we go for it, but I want to be with you.” y/n felt her eyes well with tears of happiness. Her life had felt so empty and barren before she met Emily. Now life felt so full. She was getting married to the best woman ever, and they were planning a family. A lot was yet to come in their journey, but for now, everything was perfect. As the tears started rolling, y/n mouthed, “I love you so, so much Emily,” as she leaned in with her tear-stained face and kissed Em with all the love she could give. Emily wrapped her arms around y/n and kissed her back. Yes, time went quickly, but together they would make the most of every minute there was between them and the family they were planning.

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lovers-rck · 2 years ago

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summary where you and ellie go to a halloween party and end up in a tiny bathroom with an angel and a sick bunny.

theme friends with benefits

hiiiii this is my comeback to writing. i swear. or not. i don't know. im just happy to be back at this !! anyways enjoy

i don't know why but while writing this i pictured the saltburn costume kind of party (just the aesthetic)

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it all started like a month ago, in the halloween party.

"is this okay?" she asks, her hands caressing slightly your breasts over the fabric

you chuckle, embarrassed "yes" you see how ellie's face is covered in a blue and violet light "you can take my band if you want"

"sure" she murmurs, her hands grabbing the "prom queen" band and throwing it off to the floor.

the cold tiles of the wall meet your back, the sudden change of temperature making you shiver. handmade costumes dance on the dance floor, fake blood and poor imitations are present in the night.

upstairs, in a tiny and so-well-decorated bathroom you can hear your own breath get heavier as you feel ellie's fingertips play with your covered breast. she leaves wet kisses in your neck, shy but hungry.

ellie can't decide which was the moment when she realized that something was about to happen. later in the week she would think, ¿was when she catch you looking at her lips? ¿or when you "accidentally" touched her ass while dancing to ABBA? and she would think and think so much that her brain will start deteriorating.

but what she knows now is that she is having the time of her life.

"you have such nice tits" ellie's mouth says before she could stop herself

you laugh, a fake spider web in the wall tickling your face "thanks"

ellie nods and lick your neck, her tongue tasting your salty and perfumed skin. you whimper as she continues assaulting your skin, sucking and kissing and sucking again.

your hand grab her head while you think of for how long you been ignorant of your friend's mouth and her abilities.

your eyes catch your reflection in the mirror, a very stylish spiderman suit and a bloody carrie making out in the tiniest bathroom of all times.

"i think i gave you a hickey" ellie says, a thread of saliva dangling as she moves away, her lips shiny "i can't really see with these lights"

"i'm glad you're so committed to your spider costume that you have to bite me" you joke and she rolls her eyes

"i'm spiderman, not a simple spider you idiot"

you roll your eyes at her. it pass a few seconds until you talk again "do you think it will be weird if i kiss you?"

"don't think so" she says, placing the hair behind her ear "no weirder than giving you a hickey"

"yeah but isn't kissing more intimate?"

"only if you make it more intimate" ellie says as she fix your plastic crown "a lot of friends kiss eachothers"

"yeah?"

she nods

"it's just a kiss" she replies "it doesn't have to mean anything"

you nod "right" you lick your own lips "we can be that type of friends"

"yeah, totally" ellie swallows "we can"

so you kiss her. and it's feels warm and wet.

ellie grabs you by the jaw quickly, taking the power. her grip is strong and the moment you moan in her mouth you want to punch yourself in the face.

"you were dying for me to kiss you huh?" she teases you, her breath hits your wet lips as she speaks

you could feel her confident starting to grow "in your dreams"

"i do other things to you in my dreams"

before you could react, ellie's lips are over yours again. your agitated breath echo in between hungry kisses, floating around the curious hands and hot skin.

but when ellie's hands are in the hem of your shirt, you hear a loud knock on the door.

"i"ll be out in a minute" you shout and push ellie away. she lean back against the sink, agitated.

"she's about to throw up!" a girl yells from the other side of the door "open up now!"

you grimace at ellie and she opens the door.

a plastic feathered angel and a playboy bunny quickly interrupt in the bathroom at the same time as the bunny vomits an almost neon green liquid over the toilet.

"let it all out" the angel says to the bunny "i told you you shouldn't accept tyler's drink from fight club"

ellie raises her eyebrows as she admires the scene, you notice how her lips are swollen and her hair is messy.

"are you going to stand there and watch?" the angel says as she holds the bunny's hair "it's not a fucking show"

"jesus" you say

"uh, sorry" ellie mumbles, awkward "goodbye"

the angel's words of encouragement to her bunny-friend become meaningless once you and ellie leave the bathroom. the loud music hits you one more time as you come back to the dance floor where sweaty bodies glow under the neon lights.

#ellie williams #ellie williams au #ellie williams x female reader #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams fanfic

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yandere-fics · 7 months ago

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♡ How They React To Their Darling Sighing For Attention ♡

(I tried to edit the original one but that one wouldn't accept my edits soooo... Honestly Fixing this fi was a long time overdue because the formatting on this was just not great and I'm pretty sure this was my second or third fic back when I only had the main three on this blog.)

♡ Miriel, the poor thing is panicking. Most of them would anyways but her especially due to her being an elf, the connection is not nearly as deep as it is for the others and so she can't just feel your emotions or know if you're actually sad or not like the others are able to. She worries about how long you've been sad without her even knowing! It could have been forever, really she feels like a terrible mate for this but don't worry she'll do everything she can to remedy this situation! ♡

♡ Explaining you were just being overdramatic for attention is not helping anything either honestly, if anything it actually only makes the situation worse. Did she leave you feeling unwanted and unloved for so long that you felt as though you had to resort to drastic actions? Did you feel as though you aren't allowed to ask her for attention? She really feels as though she's a failure and so obviously she must have been working too much, she needs to take time off and work even less so you can get the attention you desperately need! ♡

♡ Eliza can feel your emotions but that still doesn't make her feel any better about this because at this point she's honestly doubting if her connection to you is strong enough because while you didn't feel sad or anything, if you had she would have rushed over to you, the sigh just sounded so sad so maybe she's not as good at reading her mates emotions as she thinks she is. Werewolves rank second in ability to read their mates emotions, behind Demons who are quite excellent at it. ♡

♡ Explaining it to her will confuse her and make her call you silly all night while she gives you all the attention you could want. Honestly though it is rare there is a moment when you are in the same room with her and her attention is not solely on you, she doesn't even cook because she eats her food raw so there's not many chores or tasks she would be doing to take her eyes off you. This is most likely to happen outside if she's securing your area for a picnic at a park but even then not likely. ♡

♡ Despite claiming to be desperately waiting for her mate, though admittedly not very good at that either, she didn't ever look more into the mate bond or pay attention to what other wolves experienced when they felt the mate bond so she wouldn't know how strongly she can feel your emotions, sure she can have a vague sense at times but beyond that she's lost so when you sigh she thinks you're really really sad and that she can't feel it. ♡

♡ Don't worry she will forgive you for not stating what you wanted directly so just come cuddle with her, she'll give you all the attention you need. Just uhm, forgive her if she gets a boner during your cuddling because she was very turned on by having her mate crave her attention. Much like Eliza though there's not many times her attention will be off you, the only time would likely be when she's out running. ♡

♡ Kassien views this as cute though it's actually very rare you do something that she doesn't view as cute, she might not get to say it very often but you're so cute to her when you actually behave yourself for once and while she would prefer you just ask for the attention, wanting attention from your mate is very good behavior that she would like to reward though she would like to work on making sure you get a bit better at communicating with her. ♡

♡ She can feel your emotions though so she knows for sure that you're not actually sad, just wanting her attention. It does show her that the mate bond is actually working on your side finally and she's extremely smug about that. Come to her lovely, she'll give you all the attention you need or if you won't come to her then she'll come to you because to be honet she does very much enjoy having your attention too. ♡

♡ Nikki actually does know exactly what it is you want. She's a high ranked demon so besides the boss, she is the one who would have the best sense of her mates wants and emotions though she can't always tell why you are having the emotion like when she can sense you're upset and sad because she killed someone but assumes the reason must be because she didn't kill them brutally enough. Anyways she knows what this is for because lower ranked angels will occasionally engage in the same 'play' behaviors with their mates because sighing and acting tired is the faster way to catch your mates attention. ♡

♡ So basically the conclusion she comes to from this is that you wanted her attention to nap with you which she will gladly indulge as long as she doesn't have any paperwork to do. If she does then she'll just soothe you to sleep with her scent and join you as soon as she finishes. She is glad you are finally doing something she recognizes, maybe humans aren't as weird as she thinks they are. ♡

♡ Runa is like Miriel except she's a huge overreactor and assume something horrible must have happened to make you sigh so sadly. She'll kill the problem for you though, Love! She's such a great mate, she'll make sure it's extra bloody too if you want her to! When you tell her you just wanted her attention though she feels like she could cum on the spot, she just kiss you right that second, it's just too exciting! She obviously knew you loved her back but this is just extra proof. ♡

♡ There won't be many times her attention is off of you, even when she's gaming you're on her lap while she poorly explains her game to you so her attention is still pretty much on you and you are her favorite little toy, she likes just watching you in the apartment sometimes, she used to be bored all the time except for when she killed but now she has you to occupy her. Even when she kills in front of you she is paying attention to your reactions. ♡

♡ Nora doesn't know what to do, she's very attuned to your emotions and what you want because she is walking on thin ice to be your perfect girlfriend but she doesn't know what to do with this. She doesn't know how intense she should get with the attention and affection she's giving you because she doesn't want to scare you off because then she'd have to kidnap you. ♡

♡ Honestly she's probably frozen debating all her options and you might think she didn't even hear you but she did, she just doesn't know how she needs to go about this, it's an opportunity for her to make you love her more but she could also screw this up badly. You're much better off asking her to cuddle or kiss you because otherwise she's going to have a hard time. ♡

♡ Sawyer knows exactly what it is you want, she could sense your agitation in the mate bond and while she does think it's cute and does appreciate you wanting her attention, she wants you to ask for what you want directly so she's going to ignore this. You have to be a good girl and tell her what it is you need or she won't give you anything. If you continue to sigh or do nothing then she'll eventually tell you this. ♡

♡ You may not realize this but even when she's filing paperwork all day long, her attention never leaves you for a second, if you're in her office she is listening to every sound you make, it cheers her up actually and she longs for your attention too. If you're at home she hones in on every emotion she feels through the bond and will even order food for you if she feels you're hungry in the penthouse or she'll text you to tell you to order whatever you want to eat. Either way while her attention isn't always apparent, there is never a single second she is not focused on you. ♡

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #my oc kassien #my oc sawyer #my oc miriel #my oc eliza #my oc selene #my oc nikki #my oc runa #my oc nora

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