#so sorry this is 10 gifs long do you understand how hard it was for me to narrow down to just 10 songs lmfao

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@asiandramanet creator bingo — soundtrack @userdramas creator bingo: template — tushan jing as the wanted songs | lost you forever (2023-2024) [x]

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Hi, I love ur stories and I had an idea I was hoping you could write. If not I completely understand and respect that. I loved ur fic where Eddie was the popular one instead and everyone thought hellfire/his band was cool. So would you be able to write another popular Eddie Munson x shy/nerdy reader fic but instead it doesn’t deal with the whole upside it’s more so of Eddie is popular and gets paired with nerdy reader or kind of like a 10 things I hate about you sort of thing where there’s a bet and she finds out about it but a happy ending please:) if not completely fine. I hope you have a great day/night and wish all the best for you <3

I think this got a little long because I squeezed it all in one part. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Bet on me

It wasn't a shock that Eddie could get any girl he wanted. And his long list of the girls he dated could back that up. He never had anyone turn him down and that made him cocky. His friends loved it, boys will be boys. And boys love to play games.

"How was the date with Tracy?" Blake asked, one of Eddie's popular friends.

"It was alright. She was easy so that was nice" Eddie smirked, just another girl on the list.

"Well, you aren't the only one that got laid last night. I got Chrissy Cunningham, which puts me above you" Josh gloated. A pleased smile on his face as Eddie rolled his eyes.

"How did you land her? She's like forbidden" Eddie asked, a little hit to his ego.

"Either way, Josh is now at the top of the list. Getting closer to the $300" Blake said, writing down little dashes next to Josh's name.

"No way. I'm not losing $300. Who do I need to date to get me on the top?" Eddie asked, shoving Josh aside as he continued to brag.

"Um, how about..." Blake said as he looked around. Eddie watched as a twisted smirk showed up on his face. He looked back to Eddie with evil in his eye.

"Y/F/N"

Josh laughed out loud. A laugh so hard he smacked Eddie next to him.

"Dude there's no way she's going to agree to that!" Eddie argued. Y/N was the nerd of the school. There were a few nerds, but she was the smartest out of all of them. She was quiet and kept to herself. How the hell would Eddie get her to date him? How the hell would he even get a conversation started?

"Damn, then it looks like you can hand over that $300 now," Josh said, holding out his hand.

"If anyone can crack her, it'll be you," Blake said, encouraging Eddie as he hyped him up.

"I'll add $200 more if you can take her virginity," Josh smirked, knowing Eddie wouldn't shy away from a higher bet.

"Well gentleman, looks like I'm making $500" Eddie smirked as he walked off, heading towards her direction.

~

Y/N finished grabbing her books from her locker. She slammed the locker shut and jumped as Eddie leaned against the metal beside her.

"Y/N right?" He asked, putting on his best charming smile.

"Um yeah," she said quietly, not quite making eye contact with the popular boy.

"I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out sometime?" He asked, putting his arm near her head as he leaned into her. He felt a blow to his ego when she stepped back.

"I'm sorry but I don't think we have much in common." She spoke quietly that he could barely hear her. But she walked past him.

It looked like Eddie had to put in more work than he was used to.

~~~

Eddie waited a few days before he talked to her again. He didn't want his sudden interest to be that suspicious.

He walked into his math class, heading straight for the teacher.

"Mr. Munson, what can I do for you?" The teacher sighed

"Can I get a tutor? I need to pass this next test or my uncle is gonna kick my ass." He said, not a full lie. Wayne was getting pissed off with Eddie's grades.

"Language," the teacher scolded, "but I'm glad you are finally accepting help. I have a few options, there is Char-"

"I want Y/N," Eddie said, well demanded.

"Y/N? She is my best student but she doesn't take well to tutoring the popular crowd" the teacher explained.

"I'll make her change her mind," Eddie said with a cocky smile

And just like that Y/N was in the palm of his hand.

~~~

It took a few days before the teacher assigned her to tutor him. She tried to fight it but the teacher refused. She was extremely confused as to why Eddie would request her, and the thought made her nervous.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the small trailer. She looked down at the address on the piece of paper, making sure she was in the right place.

She looked up as she heard the door open. Spit caught in her throat as a shirtless and incredibly sweaty Eddie stood before her.

"Sorry. Was doing a workout, come on in" he said, stepping aside as she walked in. He pushed back his sweaty curls and closed the door.

"Do you want me to come back?" She asked. She felt extremely awkward that she interrupted a workout.

"No, you're fine. I'll just rinse off quickly and join you. Feel free to take a seat on the couch and help yourself to anything in the fridge" he said before he headed off into the bathroom.

She sat on the couch, taking in the small trailer. She could see baby photos of Eddie and an older man. The walls were covered in mugs and baseball caps. But it was a place of memories.

She grabbed out her books, pencils, and paper. She wasn't the type to help herself to something in the fridge so she sat and waited. She tried to shake away the thought of Eddie standing in the shower. The water dripped down his toned and tatted chest.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Eddie walked out, head down as he rang out his long hair. A loose muscle tank top covered his chest, and her eyes were locked on his arms. Then she looked down and took in his sweatpants. She looked away as he looked up. He tossed the towel back in the bathroom and walked to sit right next to her.

She shivered as she took in the smell of his shampoo and aftershave. She yelled at herself in her head to get a damn grip. But Eddie was attractive, everyone knew that. And she was simply a girl sitting next to the hottest boy in school, watching him get out of the shower.

"Where do we start?" He asked, smirking as she jumped out of her skin. He loved that behind all her walls, she was still a girl who found him attractive. At least now he knew what he could play at.

"With your last test," Y/N said, taking out his graded test and handing it over for him to look at. "Tell me what you don't understand" She looked up at him as she waited for him to answer.

"How you are so beautiful and don't have a boyfriend" he replied, his eyes looking nowhere near the paper.

"Oh...uh thanks," she said, "but I meant about the math, Eddie."

He sighed as his words seemed to not have any effect. She was able to compose herself and brush him off.

He figured he needed to earn a little friendship with her first. So he sat there for two hours doing math.

Y/N sighed in relief when the sky got dark and she had a reason to go home.

"Well it's getting dark so I better head out. You did very well today. I think we can get you around a C" she said as she stood up.

"Why don't you stay a little longer?" He asked, grabbing her hand and freezing her in her spot. "Maybe talk without it being about numbers?"

"I uh- I rode my bike here so I really should go home." She said, giving him a small smile as she released her hand from his.

She waved bye as she walked out the door.

Eddie sighed as the door closed. She was a lot harder to crack than he thought.

~~~

As the final bell rang, Eddie was already in the parking lot. He stood near the bike rack, not sure which one would have been hers.

"Oh hi, Eddie" she greeted him with a smile as she unlocked her bike.

"I was thinking, what if we put your bike in my van, and I'll drive you to my place tonight. Maybe stay for dinner?" He asked, his cocky smirk made her face heat up.

She looked around as students watched them interact. A few of his friends stared at them, and it made her nervous.

"Then I'll drive you home and you won't have to worry about biking in the dark," Eddie added, the final push to make her sigh and agree.

She sat nervously in his van as the music played through the speakers. She found herself humming along and drumming her fingers against her thighs.

Eddie smiled as he heard her softly singing, he was very surprised the shy nerd would listen to the same music as he did. He turned up the volume, winking towards her as she noticed.

"Don't stop, I like hearing you sing." He said, and for once he was honest.

Wait...did he like something about her?

~

They walked into the trailer and sat on the couch. For the first few hours, he stuck to the math, knowing she wouldn't move on unless they did.

"I'm starving, you hungry?" He asked as he stood up. His brain felt fried for squeezing in math for the past two days.

"I could eat" she smiled

"Follow me to the kitchen, milady" he joked as he held his arm out.

He silently cheered in his head as she laughed and took his arm. He walked them a few steps into the kitchen. He let go of her arm to look in his pantry.

"Mac n cheese?" He asked, taking out the small box.

"Sounds good to me," Y/N said as she took a seat at the small table.

Eddie began to prep the meal, trying to rank his brain for questions to ask.

"How come you wanted me to tutor you?" Y/N asked, her fingers drumming against the table.

"I wanted to get to know you," Eddie said, and it was the truth. He just had a different reason why he wanted to know her.

"But why? You've never noticed me before" She wasn't dumb. She knew Eddie wouldn't magically like her out of nowhere, no one did.

"But I noticed you now," he said, turning to look at her as the water boiled.

She accepted his answer and continued to drum her fingers against the table.

"Nervous habit?" He asked, nodding towards her fingers.

She felt her face blush as she clenched her hands into fits.

"A bit" she shrugged as she looked down

She heard him walking closer to her, her breathing picking up as he used his finger to lift up her chin. She stared at him like a love-sick puppy and he felt himself loving it.

"Why do I make you nervous, beautiful?" He whispered, she gulped as she bit at her lip. Eddie softly moved his hand up, his thumb yanking her bottom lip away from her teeth. A puff of air left her lips as she gasped. She tried not to squirm in her seat as he leaned down.

She was close enough to see every color in his eyes, every freckle on his skin, and just how pink his lips were.

"Is it because you like me?" He whispered. He smirked to himself when her eyes zoned in on his lips. He was cracking her down.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" He asked, her eyes snapped up to his eyes. He could see the panic, the fear, and the lust swimming together in her eyes.

"I- I've - don't know.." she trailed off, her eyes getting lost in his as the water boiled in the background. The only sound pulling her back to Earth.

"Never kissed someone have you?" He asked, his thumb softly rubbing her bottom lip again. She softly shook her head no.

She felt like she could breathe again when he stood up straight and removed his thumb. Space between them as she sucked in as much air as she could.

"That's a shame. You've got the prettiest lips I've ever seen" he winked, then turned around and finished making dinner.

He was collected, calm, and in charge.

She was a mess, anxiety-filled, and had no upper hand.

She got caught in the Eddie Munson spell.

~~~

Y/N felt awkward the next day at school. Knowing she was seconds away from kissing Eddie did something to her head.

He asked if she wanted him to kiss her. Did that mean he wanted to? Or was it a mind game he enjoyed? She knew his reputation and that relationships were not what girls went to him for.

She didn't have it in her to be used and tossed. She was far too sensitive for causal. As she walked through the hallway, her eyes caught a poster.

Hawkins Carnival

This weekend only

"Are you thinking about going?"

She turned her head as Eddie's voice filled her ears. He stood next to her, dressed to impress in his jacket and jeans.

"Oh, probably not. I'm not the best at those games." She said with a small laugh

Eddie knocked his shoulder against hers

"Half of it is strategy and the other half is physical. Which means if we team up, we could win and get our money's worth." Eddie explained

Did he want to spend his Saturday night at a carnival with Y/N?

Hell no. He wanted to be at a wild party and drinking until he forgot where he was.

But he had a bet to win.

"You want to go to the carnival together?" She asked, her head turned to the side as she looked at him. She felt the need to clarify what he was saying

He turned to catch her eyes

"It's a date then, sweetheart. I'll pick you up tomorrow at six." As always, he left with a wink that had her heart racing.

She was going on a date with Eddie.

~~~

Y/N barely slept that night. Her head filled with all the horrible things that could happen on the date. But also she allowed herself to get a little excited. Maybe she needed to not think so harshly about Eddie. Maybe he was a good guy and simply interested in her.

She sat on the front step, waiting for Eddie to pick her up. She took a deep breath as his van pulled up the street.

Eddie got out of his van and walked over to open her door.

"You look gorgeous," he said in awe. For once he saw her as more than the little nerd he met. Her glasses were gone, her hair loose on her shoulders, and simple touches of makeup that she probably didn't even need. He never realized how pretty she was just being casual. She always wore sweaters and skirts, but now her arms were bare as she wore a pink tank top. Her chest caught his eyes as he tried to look away. Then her smooth legs showed from her jean shorts.

"Oh thanks," she said shyly, "you look very handsome, Eddie." He wore a band T-shirt, his wrists covered in bracelets, black jeans with a red flannel tied around his skinny waist and his dirty sneakers.

For once in his life Eddie blushed

~

The drive was comfortable, and both sang along to the music. Eddie never realized how much he enjoyed her company.

The sun was still out and hot as they headed into the carnival. Eddie slipped his hand in hers, not saying a word about it as he walked up to the ticket booth. Once he paid for their tickets, they were walking hand in hand as they walked in.

The loud conversations filled her ears and the smell of popcorn filled her nose.

"Where should we start?" She asked, taking in all the rides and games.

"Bottle ring toss!" Eddie cheered as he walked them over to the small booth.

"Alright, gorgeous. What's my strategy?" He asked, handing the small bills over and receiving the rings.

Y/N leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Aim for the ones closest to you. And aim for the middle, it'll increase the chance that the ring will bounce onto one of the bottles."

She pulled back and stepped back, giving him space to toss.

And he did just as she said, tossing the ring into the middle. The small red ring landed on the bottle. He did it two more times and won.

He bowed as she clapped. The worker grabbed the small stuffed animal and handed it over. Eddie grabbed the small bear and happily handed it to Y/N.

She tucked the small bear under her arm and thanked him. He smiled and slid his hand back into hers as they continued to walk.

~

After two hours, they were hot and tired of walking around.

"Let's take a seat" Eddie groaned, sitting down on the bench. Y/N laughed but sat next to him.

With the moment to breathe, her head was spinning. She couldn't believe how much fun she was having with Eddie. How sweet he was and how he paid for everything, no questions.

"I'm so sweaty and hot" Eddie groaned, his curls all frizzy.

"Here, this might help," Y/N said as she stood up. Eddie watched confused as she walked behind him, and began to lift up his air. He breathed in relief as his hair was removed from his neck. He smiled to himself as she tied up his hair. A comforting feeling landed on his chest.

She used the binder on her wrist to tie up his hair, throwing it in a messy bun. She walked back in front of him and held out her hand.

"Let's go ride some rides and feel the wind"

Eddie smiled and grabbed her hand. He was actually having the time of his life. He was enjoying every second with her. And as he realized that, he felt a heavy amount of guilt fill his body.

Eddie blindly followed, focused on how terrible he felt.

"Ferris wheel?" She asked as they walked near it. Eddie snapped out of his thoughts and nodded. They walked in line and got on the small cart.

Their bodies smashed together as the ride slowly began to move. Eddie felt sick and he didn't think it was because of the ride.

"The sun is setting. Look how beautiful it is!" Y/N said as she pointed off into the sky. Eddie followed her finger and took in the pinks and purples that decorated the sky.

The ride ticked and slowly came to a stop, their cart at the very top. Y/N hummed as she felt the nighttime breeze start to make it's way. Her hair softly blew in the wind as she reached for his hand.

"Eddie?"

He snapped out of his thoughts again, looking over at her.

"Yeah?" He asked. He took in how beautiful she looked as the sun set behind her. The way her hair blew out of her face, and the scent of her perfume made his heart race.

Fuck...he likes her

"I want you to kiss me" she whispered, her eyes looking down to his lips as she leaned in.

Eddie felt conflicted as her eyes closed and she leaned closer. He knew he should have stopped her, and he should have confessed. But he wanted to kiss her, even if it would be the only time.

Her lips touched his and his mind went blank. All he could feel was her lips. Her left hand moved up to softly touch his cheek. He softly kissed her back, his hand landing on her thigh. The kiss was short and sweet, but impactful.

She pulled away, nervously. She just had her first kiss with the most popular boy in school.

Eddie had the first kiss that ever made him feel something. He looked into her eyes as she waited for him to say something, but he didn't. He pressed his lips eagerly against hers, already missing the way they felt against his.

~

Eddie pulled up in her familiar driveway. His stomach filled with endless butterflies. He never knew he could like a girl so much.

"I had a great time, Eddie." She said softly, holding the small bear in her hands. "Thank you" She leaned over and kissed his cheek, then got out of the van.

Eddie watched as she walked into her house. Her lips lingered on his cheek and guilt lingered on his mind.

~~~

A week passed, and Eddie and Y/N spent the week doing math. And now that the weekend was here, Eddie took her on another date.

This time at a house party. Y/N wasn't totally interested but she wanted to be with Eddie.

Eddie was terrified, but he had a plan. He wanted to go on a date somewhere else but his friends forced him to come. He didn't want to cancel with her so he bit the dust and arrived.

He was going to call off the bet with his friends and explain it all to her and hopefully, it would work out.

They walked in and all eyes were on them. Y/N gripped Eddie's hand as she tried to hide his body as they walked through. Everyone took in her small black flowy dress and red lips. She felt pretty and tried to keep her head high.

~

The night went and Y/N was tasting alcohol for the first time. She was a smart girl but didn't know a limit. She lost Eddie in the crowd, but she was on the path to find him.

She was drunk, stumbling around, and about to do something so stupid.

~

"So I need to talk to you guys about Y/N." Eddie sighed, the alcohol doing nothing to calm his nerves.

"Seems to be going very well, my man. Gonna hit it soon?" Josh asked, patting Eddie on the shoulder.

"About that-" but he was cut off when a body slid up next to his. He looked down as Y/N slid under his arm and cuddled into his side.

"I want to talk to you" Y/N whispered as she looked up at him. He looked down at her pouty red lips, craving nothing more than to kiss her.

"Alright. Let's go outside" Eddie offered

"I was actually thinking we could talk in the bedroom." She said, her finger trailing down his chest.

His friends whistled and Eddie was quick to grab her hand and walk her away.

"ATTA BOY MUNSON!"

Eddie groaned to himself as he flipped off his friends. Quickly rushing them up to the bedroom so he could confess everything before it was too late.

As they made it into the room, Y/N had more confidence than ever before. She pushed Eddie onto the bed, landing on his lap as she pressed her lips against his.

Eddie moaned as she rocked against his hips, but he had to focus on what was important. He held her hips still and pulled away from the kiss.

"I really need to talk to you," he said, she hummed but moved her lips to his neck.

"Talk to me," she said as she pulled away. He sighed in relief when she got off his lap.

"I need you to kn-" but the words died in his throat as she pushed down her dress. He felt a growl in the back of his throat as he took her in. The black bra and underwear looked amazing against her skin. He felt his cock grow hard as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor as she walked towards him again.

"Know what?" She whispered as she ran her hands up his thighs.

Eddie felt like he had an angel and devil on his shoulders. One side begging to cave and feel her wrapped around him. But the other side telling him to go any further would be wrong.

Before he could think of picking a side, the door flung open.

Y/N screeched and quickly grabbed the blanket off the bed. Eddie panicked as Josh walked in with a big smirk and a handful of cash in his hand.

"Well well well, Eddie you actually did it."

Eddie felt his blood run cold as he got off the bed. He snatched her dress and bra off the floor and handed it over to her.

"I'll be right back," he said before he harshly shoved Josh out the door.

Y/N was fast to get dressed, clipping on her bra as she immediately became sober. She slipped on her dress and cracked open the door.

"I don't want the fucking money. I want out." Eddie harshly whispered

"Oh come on Eddie. You put like three weeks into this bet, gonna quit now?" Josh scoffed

Y/N felt her stomach turn as she took in the words.

"Fine, you dated her so I'll give you the $300, but you didn't fuck her so you owe me the $200."

"You made a bet about me?" Y/N spoke, her voice cracking as she could feel the tightness in her throat. She opened the door wider, and the two boys froze upon her feet.

Eddie closed his eyes as he felt the world crumbling around him. He opened his eyes and turned to look at her. He felt his heart ache as the tears fell down her cheeks and the betrayed look in her eyes.

"Yes but please let me explain!" Eddie begged, his voice wavering with nerves.

Before she could think, her right hand slapped across his cheek. The sound echoed down the hallway and Josh yelled out to the party. People rushed up the stairs as Y/N stared Eddie down with the most hateful look he had ever seen.

"I can't believe I ever thought you liked me. I fucking hate you." She said through her clenched teeth, hot tears running down her face as she shoved him. She was fast as she pushed through the crowd and raced down and out of the house.

"Y/N! WAIT!" Eddie screamed, feeling the sting on his cheek as he pushed through the crowd.

But by the time he made it out, she was gone.

~~~

He showed up at her house over and over, but she never opened the door.

He had no idea how to make things right but he would die trying.

~

Monday morning he was off. He stopped by the flower store, picking out the prettiest ones he could find.

He held them in a tight grip as he walked into the building. Half the school was at the party so eyes followed him as he walked to her locker.

She was back to her normal self. Glasses on and her hair up, a sweater on her body, and a skirt on her hips.

"Y/N?" He said gently

"Eddie don't" she sighed as she looked at him

"Please I can explain" he begged

"Explain? Eddie, I'm not an idiot. You don't think I know that people think I'm a joke? I get it, I was a funny target for your popular games. But the game is over so just leave me alone." She said, tears building in her eyes as she walked off to class.

"But you're not a joke! You mean so much more than that!" Eddie said, following behind her and grabbing her arm. She sighed as he stopped her, the eyes of everyone on them. But Eddie didn't care, he was focused on her.

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that you would have never looked my way otherwise. You would have never liked me and you wouldn't have tried to get to know me." She said and walked away.

It hurt but Eddie knew she was right.

~~~

Eddie left her alone for about a week. He wanted to give her time to cry, scream, or whatever she needed to feel. But he didn't give up on her.

It was hard for both of them. He watched her every move throughout school, and she fought hard to never look. She dropped out of tutoring, which he felt would happen. He still worked hard at math, wanting nothing more than to prove their time spent together was for something.

He missed her and she missed him. She still has the bear, she cuddles with it every night. Eddie slept with the moments they had.

Y/N sighed as she walked out of school. It was Friday and she couldn't wait to go home and sleep away everything she felt.

But of course, Eddie stood there at the bike rack

"Eddie" she groaned

"I know. You don't want to talk to me or see me. I respected that for as long as I could. But I need you to know that everything I felt was real. I fell for you." He explained, his eyes pleading for her to stay.

"How can I believe you? How can I look at you the same way? I-I...I'm so hurt, Eddie. I knew getting involved with you was a bad idea. From the first night, when all you did was flirt and try to make me one of those girls. You knew I was fragile, and you used that against me. You toyed me along and made me believe for once I could be someone worthy of someone like you. I had my guard up in the beginning, but you were so sweet-" she got choked up as tears fell down her face. "So sweet that I thought I was the bad guy for thinking so little about you. That maybe you aren't a bad guy and I should see where it goes. But you are that guy Eddie. You are that shallow, selfish, and asshole guy."

"I'm sorry, I know! I'm an asshole, I was selfish. I had bad intentions in mind and you didn't deserve that. But I mean it when I say that you are someone anyone could fall in love with. I've never felt the things I feel for you. The way you make my heart race and the way you make me blush. You make me want to be someone better. I don't want the endless girls and be that guy anymore. I want to be worthy to be with you." Eddie choked out, tears building in his eyes as he made himself vulnerable to her.

She bit her lip as she tried to keep her cries inside. Her heart broke seeing him cry and being so torn up about it.

"That night at the carnival changed everything. We were going out even more after that. All those times together were real. Please just let me fix this." He begged.

"If they didn't walk in, would you have slept with me? Complete the bet?" It was a question she was scared to ask.

"No," he said without a thought, "I was going to tell you that night, I swear. I wanted to tell you at the carnival but then we kissed and every thought I had vanished. Then I was going to tell you at the party, and once you wanted to go further I knew I wouldn't until you knew the truth. No matter how hard it was to think straight when you looked the way you did. But I would never have gone through with it."

Maybe it was a mistake and maybe she'd get burned. But just like the last few weeks, she believed him.

"I'm Y/N, the last guy I liked kinda was an asshole. Think you can make me forget about that?" She asked, a teasing smile on her face as she held out her hand

Eddie wiped his tears and shook her hand. "I'm Eddie. And I'm gonna try my damn best to do so."

~

And he did. She wanted to go extremely slow. She made them start as friends, slowly trusting him as the months went on. He was patient, in no rush as he worked to be the best for her.

After being friends for three months, she asked him to kiss her. And he gladly did.

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Sharing the bed with various CRP characters 1/2

Same song and dance as the cuddling post! If theres any characters you want to see, let me know! If theres also any specific scenarios you want to see dont hesitate to drop them, love doing these kinds of posts

Characters: Slenderman, Splendorman, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Jeff, Puppeteer

Notes: Reader is GN, can be seen as romantic or platonic

CWs: mentions of blood but it's nothing huge, better safe than sorry though

Slenderman

He hardly ever crawls into bed with you, on nights where he is with you he tends to linger in the corner- or if you insist, he will take a seat on the foot of your bed if you feel the first was.. creepy.. not that this solution is any better- he is never going to lay down, thus, with a broken heart I have to give him the first rating of 1/10, with his only saving grace that he will protect you should anything happen

Splendorman

Unlike his fellow slenderbeing, Splendor is more than willing to crawl into bed and try to lay with you! It's a bit of a tight fit, though, even with him manipulating his body as small as it can get... it can get a little uncomfortable, unfortunately. And spirit can only make someone so comfortable.. 3/10

Eyeless Jack

I personally headcanon that hes on the shorter side- 5'5 to 5'7, so thankfully space isnt an issue! He runs cold, so if the nights are hot hes a good option for a cuddle buddy! But how is he in his sleep? He sleeps like a rock- he doesnt move or shift around all that much so you're unlikely to be disturbed! He.. does snore, though, or at least that's what it loosely is. Its more like gurgling due to any of his gripping goo getting into his throat- not a good noise.. will wake up coughing and spluttering.. 5/10, a pretty average sleeping experience

Laughing Jack

He doesnt need to sleep and he can only pretend sleep for so long before he gets antsy- it takes him a while to understand that you need your sleep and how much you need. He doesnt mind staying in bed and cuddling with you to pass the time- hes very large, warm, and comfy so it's not a terrible set up! Sometimes pretends sleep, complete with a fake snore. A little big for the bed at I feet tall, and sometimes snatches the blanket to fully sell the "fake sleep" thing as well as rag dolling on you 6/10

Masky

He doesnt sleep around you, it's just a little quirk of his that he doesnt let his guard down at all- he doesnt exactly distrust you but its.. complicated. Hesitant when you offer to let him crawl into bed with you, he's rather fond of the little perch hes made in the corner of your room, but you cannot deny that he looks like a sleep paralysis demon to your fuzzy sleepy brain. Still as a corpse in bed, WILL yank the blanket back if you steal it in your sleep 7/10 not very disruptive otherwise

Hoodie

Will crawl into bed with you and get up close to you, loves pulling you close to him during the night. Falls asleep after you do, though he probably watches you in your sleep... smells like wet leaves and mulch 7.5/10, he let's you take his hoodie sometimes or even just crawl into it with him. Does not give a shit if it gets stretched out he can always get another one. Sleeps between you and the door to the bedroom

Jeff

Heavy sleeper and he snores loud, so good luck with that. Probably also a blanket thief. Bounces between staying up all night or falling asleep the second he hits the bed- really it depends on what hes been up to... at least he usually has the manners to take his bloodstained hoodie off before crawling into your bed.. probably kicks in his sleep.. 4/10

Puppeteer

Very hard and very cold, and I don't think he would need to sleep but can if he desires. Wants to be the one cuddled, just make sure to bundle up with some extra blankets so you can stay warm! Doesnt snore but you can hear his joints creak with each movement- you know, puppet stuff.. 5/10, not terrible but not spectacular

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Wade's Adhd and rejection sensitivity. Getting upset about inconveniences he can't control even when not mentally small, just becoming irationally overly upset over things that don't really affect much.

How he's been talking about a certain sandwitch all day long. Since noon, throughout the entire mission, and now he's yapping about it again on the 6 block walk to said sandwitch joint ran by a small immigrant family.

He keeps talking about how great it is. Logan didn't have this place in his timeline, so Wade is ampled excited to show him. Logan jokes with him how he sounds more excited to eat this sub then he is to suck dick.

Wade, with the most serious face, goes, "I can get dick anytime. They're only open 4 days a week and only from 1 to 5."

Logan notes this in the back of his mind for the future.

Just as they get there, Wade is telling Logan that they used to be open 10-5 but their daughter went to college, so now they are on their own. How these people have been so kind to him and told him that they started this shop for their daughter specifically. To give her a good life, they've been working hard to send her to college since day one.

As they roll up to the door, Wade's face drops. All of the glee and joy from his body evaporates and immediately he's just staring at the sign.

"Sorry, we're closed. Come back -" and then a small plastic clock that shown when they opened again tomorrow at 1 pm.

They're too late.

"Oh... well, that sucks." Logan mutters, hands in his pockets as he watches Wade look so utterly disappointed that even he begins to feel bad for him.

He puts a hand on his shoulder. "We can always come again tomorrow."

"B-but I...i wanted.." He starts to tear up, quickly moving to wipe his eyes, sniffling and shaking his head. "It's fine... okay.. tomarrow." He whispers, not only feeling pathetic for being so upset over a sandwitch store being closed, but now they had to walk all the way back home.

"...are you okay?"

"Yeah.. it's fine.." But it's clearly not fine. He fully understands that they were late, and thats why they were closed. He's not angry at them. He's not angry at logan either. Not even himself, really. He must have miscalculated the time. A pure mistake.

But on the way home, it's very obvious that this is a big deal. He's quiet. Staring at the ground as he walks, biting his nails, wiping a tear once inawhile.

It makes Logan frown, uncomfortable with the silence, knowing his mind was no where near silent at the moment. He knew it was turmoil in there, a loud and pouting mess.

"....do you want to get something else?"

"...no..." He whispers.

Logan observes his body language, watching how his eyes kept flickering and filling with a tear every now and again. How distant he becomes and almost... hugs himself... at one point. He knows that this is a much different response from when small him throws a tantrum or sulks. He looks as if he genuienly didn't want to be upset but just... is. As if he couldn't stop his overwhelming emotions from flooding his mind.

He takes his hand. "...is it because you wanted to show me?"

"No.. I mean.. kinda? But I just... I really wanted it."

"We can get it tomarrow?"

"I know. I can't... its hard to explain."

Logan gives his hand a squeeze, talking quietly.

"... is it a safe food?"

Wade nods, wiping another tear on his sleeve. It was one of the few things he could eat without puking. But that still wasn't why he was upset.

"Do you want me to make you a sub?"

He shakes his head. "It won't be the same."

"Im sure I can make it the sa-"

"No.. I mean... yes?? Im sorry, Peanut. It's... It's an experience thing.. I've had it in my head all day to go and get a sub from them. And now I can't check it off until tomorrow."

Oooh.. that makes sense. He had a checklist in his head. Something he needed to finish before he could go to bed. And now that this wasn't finished? He would have a hard time moving forward.

When they arrive home, Wade goes to hide in the corner of their bedroom, quiet and trying to think of something else he could do to distract his mean brain from yelling at him.

'What are you doing? You were supposed to go to the shop! Stop being lazy and just go! Come on! We've been waiting all day for this! ... Logan said he would eat a sub with us...But we were so good today...' They said.

"I know.." he muttered, putting on his headphones, hoping to drown them out.

It doesn't work. Now hes just laying in bed, rotting and staring at the ceiling while tears travel down the sides of his face. He's breathing a bit shakily.

'Why are we crying? Its just a sandwitch. It has nothing to do with the sandwich dipshit!! Are we bad..? Did we misbehave? Is that why Logan dosn't want to eat with us? Hey! Hello?? Were kind of starving here. Haven't even had anything today since breakfast. Im not hungry anymore. You're really pathetic you know that? Almost 50 years old crying over a fucking sandwitch.'

They were so loud that even with the volume up so high, he didn't hear Logan come in.

"Wade?" He waves a hand in front of him, watching as he jumps, looking up with such puffy red eyes.

"W-what?"

He puts down a plate. It's a sub.

Looking at it, he glances between him and the food multiple times, watching as Logan takes it, taking a bite and sitting next to him.

He doesn't say a word.

Now, Wade is crying for a different reason, his eyes softening as he smiles, gently leaning into him. "... Can I have a bite?"

"Of my dick or my sub?" He asks, glancing to him with a teasing look painted on his raised brow.

Wade giggles, nuzzling into his shoulder as he takes a big breath, sighing. Glancing at the door, he mutters. "Do you see this shit? And you all call me the nasty one."

Logan only smirks, a bit too proudly. "Says the guy who once-"

"Woah woah woah peanut! That's enough. This episode is rated pg. Sorry about that. God, such a potty mouth." He snickers, sitting up as Logan lets him take a bite from the end of the sub, Lady and the Tramp style.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

g'day! I hope you're doing well. Love your writing.

May I request a gp Donna and reader with a teen daughter who's giving them typical teenager problems like sneaking out, partying and such? Reader is scolding her but the daughter talks back and yells at her, and Donna is not having any of that and has a no one disrespect my wife moment. Reader gets turn on by it and they end up making love a little too loud to Angie's and their daughter's horror, whom apologies to reader afterwards.

Hope that wasn't too long! Thanks.

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your kindness, and for your request, and no, it's not long at all, don't worry ;) I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))))

A rebel daughter

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, family fluff...

Word count: 7,529

Summary: Young Beneviento it's just like you as a teenager, and that's a problem...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Damn it,” you cursed as you walked nervously through the house, glancing at the clock in the hall often. “This is unbelievable, Donna, what…?”

When you went to the old couch to ask for advice, or to vent to the lady in black, you found a scene that, under other circumstances, could be funny. The doll maker was lying on the couch, but she wasn't exactly conscious; her breathing was deep and her one eye was closed.

You growled, clenching your fists and walking towards her, clapping your hands.

“Donna!” you said in a brusque tone, scaring the lady, who opened her eye and sat up confused.

“Ugh… Lasciami dormire,” she growled uncomfortable at the noise, but her protests didn't matter as you approached and shook her shoulders hastily.

“Sleep? How can you sleep in this situation?” you asked nervously, holding back the Lord’s grumbling grunts for a bit.

“What? What's wrong?” she asked, waving her arms for you to give her some room. “(Y/N), tesoro, let's go to bed…”

“Have you seen what time it is?” you asked again, blinking nervously and pointing at the clock. “It's 2 in the morning, Donna, and Stella isn't here.”

“Mm, okay…” the lady whispered in a sleepy voice.

“Okay?” you asked mockingly, watching as sleep devoured the brunette again. “Look, the mother of the year… Hey, hey, Donna.”

“(Y/N)…” the woman protested again, frowning.

“I told her to come home at 10, at 10! And she still hasn't come back,” you said impatiently, letting yourself fall on the couch. “This girl is going to kill me.”

“Leave her alone, she must be with her friends,” Donna commented, yawning again.

“You're always so worried, aren't you?” you said, crossing your arms. “What if something happened to her?”

“Nothing happened to her,” the lady corrected, rubbing her eye. “She's not a child. She knows how to take care of herself.”

“Sorry, honey, but I think she's actually a child, she's 15 years old,” you said, laughing ironically and nervously. “Besides, even if you're right, she's disobeyed me again.”

“Maybe you're too hard on her, she's a teenager, and she does teenage stuff,” the lady said, shaking her head. “You know she loves to contradict you.”

“Forgive me for trying to educate my daughter,” you said frowning. “Your daughter.”

“Stella will arrive any minute, stop worrying,” she said, getting closer to kiss your shoulder comfortingly.

“It's easy for you to say it,” you whispered, calmer due to her kisses, sighing and looking at the clock out of the corner of your eye. “Donna, I can't help but think about what I was like when I was her age and… Well, the, the consequences…”

“Mm?” Donna murmured confused. “What do you mean?”

“Um, well… remember that I… well… Stella was born precisely because I was careless and…”

“You weren't 15 years old,” she said, upset by the comment.

Of course it was a hurtful comment. No matter how much time passed, Donna would never understand the fact that you were very young, too young to be a mother. You weren't ready.

“I know, but…” you sighed, shaking your head. “Damn, she does this just to annoy me. I don't even know where she went, do you know anything? At least she talks to you.”

“Me? No, I don't know where she went,” Donna said, pointing at herself and smiling after a few moments. “But… well, I can think of a way to wait,” she whispered seductively, starting to kiss your neck.

You opened your eyes wide, and although the proposal seemed tempting, you rejected the woman in black with a gentle push.

“How can you think about doing that now?” you asked offended, earning another growl from Lady Beneviento, who crossed her arms with a snort. “Our daughter is missing and…” you said, looking around and fixing your gaze on a small figure that moved slowly so as not to attract attention. “Angie!”

“I’m not here!” the living doll shrieked, fleeing from your call.

“Come here!” you shrieked back, pointing at the floor authoritatively.

“What do you want, silly?” Angie asked, approaching little by little, but keeping her distance. “This is not the time to yell.”

“Yeah, well, nice try, but it won’t help,” you said triumphantly, grabbing one of her wooden arms. “Angie, my dear Angie… You don’t know where Stella is, do you?”

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you, let her be,” the puppet protested, breaking free from your grip mockingly and running to her owner’s side.

“Angie, do you know where she is?” Donna asked, with a calmer, softer tone. “Come on, talk.”

“W-Well, maybe…” Angie murmured thoughtfully, but before she could say anything interesting, the discreet creaking of the door distracted you, making both of you turn your heads towards the entrance.

“Finally,” you said relieved, straightening your dress and walking slowly, controlling your anger. “Hey!” you shouted when you saw your daughter walking subtly, ready to go up the stairs. “Stella Beneviento! Come here, now!” you shrieked, stamping the floor impatiently.

The young woman walked slowly with a face of having been caught, lowering her head, trying not to look you in the eyes while playing with her unmistakable black hair.

“Are you, are you still awake? Wow…” the teenager commented, still unable to look at you directly.

“We are, what a setback, isn't it, young lady?” you said in a motherly tone. “Let's see... what time is it, Stella?”

“Um... I don't know, I forgot my watch,” your daughter said in a clueless tone, turning her ankle on the wooden floor.

“Oh, that's new. You make up better and better excuses,” you said in a mocking tone. “Don't worry, I'll tell you what time it is... it's... 2 in the morning!” you screamed furiously, getting closer to the young woman, who shrank in embarrassment.

“Really? Wow...” Stella said, seeking refuge in her mother, who silently watched the conversation without saying anything, as always.

“Look at me, young lady... you've gotten yourself into quite a mess,” you said in a stern tone, crossing your arms. “You're going to be grounded until the day of...”

“What? Why? It’s not fair,” young Beneviento protested, stamping her feet in a childish way. “I told you I forgot my watch.”

“Tell me, Stella, do I look like a fool?” you said ironically with a smug smile, blinking in the same way.

“Can I answer?” Angie intervened, pulling at your dress.

“Shut up,” you growled, causing the doll to take refuge behind its owner’s legs. “Donna, for the Gods’ sake… say something.”

The lady in black was startled but cleared her throat, walking towards her daughter.

“Mamma, io…” the girl murmured, lowering her head.

“Stella, è un po’ tardi, vero?” Donna asked in a soft tone, with a look that didn’t have the spark of anger it should.

“Lo so…” the young lady sighed. “Ma era la festa di Paola…”

“Paola?” you interrupted, putting a hand on the brunette's shoulder. “The butcher's daughter?”

“Y-Yes,” your daughter answered, looking at you briefly and then back to the eye of her dear mother, her protector, unfortunately. “I was having fun, so I didn't want to go home that soon.”

“It's not about what you want, Stella, it's about listening to what I tell you to do,” you said, with a calmer, but authoritative tone.

“If it were up to you, I wouldn't leave the house,” Stella murmured, looking away even further.

“What? That's not true,” you said in your defense, forcing the young lady to look at you. “Hey, look at me.”

“Lasciami,” the girl protested, struggling with your grip. “Mi stai infastidendo.”

“What? Am I annoying you? Is that what you said?” you asked, glancing at your wife. “Did she say that?”

The lady nodded slowly, sighing at the tense situation.

“Oh, excuse me, your royal highness…” you said in a mocking tone. “Don't worry, Stella, I won't annoy you anymore, especially since… You're grounded.”

“No!” the teenager protested, clenching her fists. “Why?”

“Disobeying me,” you said calmly, crossing your arms with a cold look. “Now stop protesting and go up to your room.”

“That's unfair!” the young girl shrieked, with a look of hatred that pierced your chest. “You can't ground me for that… Mamma…” she whispered in a pleading tone, looking at the brunette, who sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“Oh, no, no, Donna isn't going to defend you,” you said, looking away from your daughter to look at your wife, laughing sinisterly. “Isn't that right, Donna?”

“Um... well...” the doll maker murmured, moving you away from Stella, with a mediating tone. “Let it be, (Y/N), the girl has returned home safe and sound and...”

“I can't believe you, my love, the girl has disobeyed, she deserves a punishment,” you said incredulously, with your mouth half open.

“Forget it, (Y/N),” the lady said, gently grabbing your shoulder. “Stella was having fun with her friends, she wasn't doing anything wrong.”

“You see?” said the young girl, with a triumphant smile, resembling the Lord even more.

“I can't believe it...” you sighed, clenching your teeth. “Donna...”

“Hey, come on, it's okay... Tomorrow is another day, besides, Stella has learned the lesson, haven't you, signorina?” Donna said, hugging you affectionately despite your reluctance.

“Yes, I promise,” Stella said, rolling her eyes. “I'll be good, really.”

“Mm? How about that?” the brunette said amused, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Go to your room, Stella, it's late and you should rest.”

“Yes, yes, right away,” your daughter said, approaching Donna and giving her a quick hug. “Ti voglio bene, mamma...”

“Anch'io, tesoro,” the lady whispered, kissing her daughter's forehead.

The young lady nodded and looked at you amused, discreetly sticking her tongue out at you in a mocking manner. You raised your eyebrows, but you weren't in the mood for another argument, so you ignored her teasing.

“Great,” you sighed, crossing your arms.

“Good night!” the girl said, gesturing to the doll, who immediately approached. “Come, Angie, I have to tell you many things.”

“Oh… girls' night,” the puppet said, letting Stella pick her up as they climbed the stairs.

Silence fell over you both as the bedroom door closed and you, slowly and menacingly, looked at Donna, who seemed in a hurry to escape from your darts.

“Wonderful, Donna,” you hissed, shaking your head. “Wonderful.”

“Come on, (Y/N), forget it,” she said, comically running away from the threatening footsteps approaching her. “It's fine this way.”

“It's fine this way? Ugh… Okay, I've had enough Beneviento for today, I'm going to bed,” you said, exhausted and worn out, passing by the lady in black, who quickly followed you so you wouldn't go down without her.

“W-Wait,” she said, following you to the elevator.

Another day in the hell of your happiness. Lying in bed, ready to pretend to be angry with the lady in black, you thought about your past, about all the events that led you to that situation, 15 years ago.

You were just another young girl from the village, another unfortunate soul who decided to be born in that sinister place. Your life was boring, but your youth gave you the advantage of seeing the bright side of things, or rather, the fun side. Your parents were always on your heels, trying to control you so your pranks didn't go too far.

Going out at night, having clandestine parties, playing dangerous challenges... At 18, that was your daily routine. As a rebellious young girl, you were the best, but also you were the most daring.

You can still feel the cold breeze of that night, when the fun got out of hand and your friends challenged you to a very dangerous challenge. The premise was simple: enter the grounds of Donna Beneviento and stay there for half an hour.

It wasn't the first time you'd snuck into a Lord’s territory, but you had to admit that this veiled woman, dressed in black, and her talking doll gave you the creeps. Of course you would have done anything to prove yourself to your friends, and as scary and dangerous as it was, you decided to accept the challenge.

Darkness was encroaching on you, and your brain was busy forming shadows with everything you could see. Still, you always considered yourself brave, and you didn't look back. Time was running out, and you were going to be the queen of the party again, but before you could take a step, danger appeared in front of you.

Donna Beneviento, the doll maker, the youngest of the four Lords, caught you. No matter how many times you humiliated yourself by begging this silent lady for mercy, to kneel in the snow, you knew it was your end.

Of course, it wasn't. Instead of nightmares and torture, you had a little chat with the lady in black (through her doll, of course). You had heard hundreds of horrible things about her, but it didn't take you long to see that you were a little bit wrong.

Visits to the estate weren’t long in coming, silent teas in which you both looked at each other, exchanged curious questions and hidden glances. Youth played against you, and it didn't take long for you to change that kind of platonic admiration for an irrational and intense love. Luckily, the lady was also interested in you, and so, your romance began.

Donna was a sick, strange and lonely woman. Her beauty struggled to show itself overshadowed by a horrible scar that you never gave importance to. You loved her, she loved you. According to you, Donna would always be the most beautiful woman in the world.

But your 18 years old weren’t enough to realize the possible consequences of your actions. The Black Gods seemed to have had too much fun with the lady in black, altering her body in an almost cruel way. Once again, it didn't matter to you in the slightest.

But not caring didn't mean you ignored the dangers of making love to her without protection. Donna didn't make any effort to do so either, but you should have known that, you knew her.

You were young and reckless, and that carelessness led to an improvised scenario, one that you, even today, you didn't feel ready for. The test didn't lie, you were pregnant.

Your emotions were a whirlwind that could devastate the entire village. You were afraid, angry, sad... Negative feelings about the new life that was on the way. Donna, on her part, saw your pregnancy as something... well, maybe not indifferent, but unimportant. You couldn't expect her to understand all your doubts, your reluctance to be a mother at such a young age.

Despite the disturbing news, the love you felt for her didn’t diminish, and, in order to calm the traditionalist way of think of the lady, you decided to marry her. After all, you already knew that she was the woman of your life. You knew it before carrying her child in your womb.

After a few months of extreme care, of insecurities you faced with Donna, a new life came into your life, a beautiful baby, a girl with visibly black hair and a charming smile. Stella Beneviento was born.

Taking care of such a fragile being was complicated, but, the two of you proved that you could do it. Holding your daughter in your arms calmed your fears, and, as she grew, you realized more and more that it was the life you wanted despite your young age.

You remembered what your daughter was like in that tender time of childhood. A nice, polite girl and, well… saying that she looked like Donna was only the surface. She was a damn clone of the lady in black.

Adorable, cheerful… That girl was amazing, she was the daughter you always dreamed of, and the one Donna loved with all her heart.

It was a wonderful time that ended abruptly with the first disagreement you had with Stella. Her rebelliousness, one of the few things she had inherited from you, soon began to cause problems. Running away, disobeying, saying bad words (surely due to Angie's bad influence)… All of that became a routine that only got worse.

Donna was a good mother, she really was, but she did spoil young Beneviento too much, something you warned her about at an early age, but she didn't pay any attention to it. You reap what you sow, they used to say.

Your 33 years weren't enough, not even… well, you never really knew Donna's age, and the fact that she didn't get old didn't help at all: it didn't matter; the thing is that you were young, and inexperienced.

You couldn't help but feel that you didn't have the experience required to handle your unruly daughter, and besides, Donna wasn't behaving as she should, spoiling her daughter, something you were convinced she wouldn't stop doing.

“What are my girls doing?” you asked the next day at noon, bringing a steaming pot to the table.

Mother and daughter were sitting on the sofa, sewing, or at least trying to.

“Così?” young Stella asked, greeting you disinterestedly.

“Mm...” Donna murmured, glancing at the fabric her daughter was sewing proudly, smiling tenderly. “Buon lavoro, Stella.”

“Grazie, mamma,” the girl said, smiling triumphantly as you approached. “Hey, hey, I haven't done anything.” she said frightened, making a peace gesture with her hands, to which you frowned.

“I know that,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Do you think I'm always going to tell you off?”

“Well, you always do,” she replied, in a petulant tone. “Mamma is teaching me how to sew.”

“Mm, that's fine,” you said, nodding, playfully pinching the teenager's cheek, which made your daughter make an embarrassing gesture. “How is it going, Donna? Is she a worthy successor?”

“The best successor,” the lady said, kissing you softly on the lips.

“Hey, don't do that! How disgusting…” Stella protested, looking away while you laughed in amusement.

“That's it, you disgusting cheesy fools!” Angie added, climbing onto your daughter's lap. “Get out, out, out…”

“Hey, give me a break,” you joked, reluctantly moving away from the brunette's lips, who laughed with her eye shining. “Well, Donna, honey, let's eat.”

“Great, tesoro… it smells wonderful,” the lady said with a tender smile, getting up from the sofa.

“Hey… the table isn't set,” Stella murmured, surely knowing what was coming. “Oh…”

“Run, Stella, run before…!” Angie shrieked, pulling on the young Beneviento's dress.

“You're not going anywhere, young lady,” you said amused, grabbing the shoulder of your daughter, who gulped comically. “Set the table, will you?”

“You always do the same, what's the problem with setting it yourself?” she protested with a childish tantrum, crossing her arms.

“I've cooked. When you cook, I'll set the table. Come on, don't complain,” you said with an authoritarian tone, pointing to the cupboard where the plates were kept.

“You're worse than a sergeant,” the teenager growled. “I don't want to set the table.”

“Stella, please, can't you be a good girl for once?” you asked, rubbing your eyes, feeling frustrated by your daughter's ever-rebellious attitude, one that seemed like it would never change.

“I don't want to,” the young lady said, looking away.

“Hey, come on…” Donna interrupted, grabbing your waist to make her way through you two. “Listen to your mother, Stella.”

“Ma, mamma… it's always me,” your daughter said, looking at you resentfully.

“Well, it's not like she asked you to climb a mountain, right?” the lady joked, tilting her head, amused. “Come on, tesoro, we'll set it together, okay?”

“O-Okay, that sounds better,” Stella said with a triumphant smile, probably holding back the urge to make fun of you again.

“Oh, you two are hopeless…” you sighed, shaking your head. “Hurry up, or it's going to get cold.”

The lady and her clone, oh, sorry, her daughter, set the table amidst playful comments. At least you expected it to be a quiet meal, that's what you wanted to hope for…

“What's this?” the girl asked, dipping her spoon into the plate and playing unpleasantly with the liquid inside.

“A delicious, warm vegetable soup,” you said, serving yourself and Donna a glass of wine.

“Delicious? It has to be a joke,” the young lady said, crossing her arms with a look of disgust. “Mom, I don't like it.”

“Oh, your majesty doesn't like it…” you said ironically, shaking your head while Donna, oblivious to the conversation, began to eat on her own. “Well, I'm sorry, but it is what it is.”

“I don't like vegetable soup, I want mamma to make me pasta carbonara,” said the girl, grumbling and pushing her plate forward.

“Your mother is eating. Leave her alone, she's not your servant. Eat,” you said in a patient tone, enjoying the warmth of the soup

“But I don't like this soup,” she repeated again, with a defiant look. “Mamma…”

“Eat, tesoro, your mother made it with all her love,” Donna said, without looking up.

“No, she made it to annoy me, she knows I hate vegetables,” the brat said, looking at you furiously.

“Stop talking nonsense and eat,” you said with a loud hiss, but without losing your patience, yet.

“No,” she said defiantly. “I want mamma’s pasta.”

“Do you? Fine, then don’t eat,” you sighed, taking a sip of wine as Donna watched, impassive. “That’s your decision.”

“Oh, you want to starve me to death?” Stella said, pointing at herself to be more dramatic.

“Stella Beneviento,” you said firmly. “Eat your damn soup.”

“Oh, Mom, you swore,” your daughter mocked, making you growl in rage.

“That’s enough,” you said, slamming the table, causing Donna to slowly get up, without saying anything, and disappear down the hall. “Donna?”

The tense glances increased the tension of the moment. Your daughter looked at you and you did the same, in complete silence, an exchange of glances that could melt the largest iceberg in the world.

“Prego,” Donna whispered, appearing after a while and leaving a plate of steaming pasta next to her daughter.

“I can't believe it...” you sighed when you saw Stella's excited look at her new meal. “Donna...”

“I don't want you to argue, (Y/N). It's already solved,” the lady commented, sitting down again.

“Grazie, mamma...” the teenager said, with admiration, eating while holding back the urge to smile triumphantly again. “You are the best.”

“Donna...” you growled looking at the brunette, who shrugged and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

Luckily, that calmed the meal, turning into something like a relaxed lunch.

“Oh, keep my dessert, I have to go,” the young girl said, finishing her plate and getting up from the chair.

“Go? Where to?” Donna asked, with a curious look.

“I'm meeting my friends, it's Roberto's birthday,” the girl answered, looking at you briefly.

“I think you're grounded, young lady,” you said with an ironic tone.

“I think I’m not. Mamma Donna said I wasn’t,” the young lady answered, putting on her coat.

“Mamma Donna says a lot of nonsense,” you corrected, looking at an embarrassed lady in black, who pretended to drink water. “This afternoon you're going to stay home to work on your studies.”

“It's Saturday,” Stella said, crossing her arms. “Stop pestering me.”

“And you stop being that… Ugh…” you said, getting up abruptly. “Oh, no, you're not going out.”

“But…”

“I said no, clear the table,” you said sternly, pointing at it.

“I don't feel like it,” your daughter rebuked, in a mocking tone.

“Well then… then… go to your room and stay there,” you said nervously, losing patience little by little.

“Mm, va bene,” she said, with a strange smile, obeying you immediately, something that was not a good sign, at all.

“Va bene? Stella… come, come back here,” you said angrily, pointing at the floor. “Stella!”

You couldn't do anything.

As you could already see, the teenager wouldn't take no for an answer, and it wasn't long before you heard some familiar noises on the roof. Your daughter had escaped again, climbing out the window.

You were so tired that you could only collapse into a chair.

“Gods... she's out again, Donna... I don't know what to do anymore,” you murmured with your hands covering your face, on the verge of tears.

The lady in black slowly stood up, bending down to take one of your hands and gently caress it.

“Oh, damn it...” you groaned, getting up and walking out the door. “Stella, I hope you're here before dinner!”

“Yes, mom!”  You heard in the distance.

“Ugh...” you sighed, letting the lady in black hug you. “She's going to finish me off.”

“Shh, calm down, tesoro…” Donna whispered in your ear, gently brushing your hair away from your face. “Calm down…”

“Donna, if only you had moved away in time…” you said quietly, remembering past mistakes. “I-It doesn't matter…”

“Mm, let me pick up the dishes, and you, try to relax, I'll be with you in no time,” she said, kissing you softly before disappearing with an understanding smile.

You heeded her words, sitting down on the couch with a tired sigh. There, you began to remember better times, times when your daughter wasn't an unbearable brat but a happy baby, a polite and respectful girl.

Searching through a box of old memories, you found one of the old photographs from when Stella was little more than a crying baby. Your face was a smile, and Donna looked in admiration at the baby you held.

It was all so rushed and Stella grew up so fast…

“My girl,” you whispered, running your hand over one of the photos in which young Beneviento was the protagonist, one in which the girl lovingly hugged Angie. “Have I done something wrong?” you asked yourself, thinking, with the passage of time and failures, that the girl's indomitable attitude was your fault.

“I'm here,” Donna said, finally appearing and sitting next to you.

You hid one of your tears and kissed her slowly, snuggling up to her.

“Are you looking at the photos? We haven't changed much, have we?” the lady said, amused, also searching through the photographs, comically placing one of them next to her face.

“How funny,” you said in a mocking tone. “You haven't changed at all,” you whispered, sinking into her body, a gesture that the lady in black captured, surrounding you with her arms.

“Mm,” she murmured, snuggling you into her chest while she caressed your hair, kissing it in a loving, charming way. “Stella is certainly the one who has changed the most.”

“Yes…” you sighed deeply, closing your eyes to feel her caresses even more. “She is too much like me.”

“That's not a bad thing, right?” she asked, with a soft and melodic voice, one that you adored.

“Yes, it is… Physically it's just like you, but with my stupid teenage mentality,” you said, looking at one of the last black and white photographs (due to the time delay that place suffered). “It's a dangerous combination.”

“Do you think so?” the doll maker asked amused, kissing you again and bringing you closer to her warm body. “It could be.”

“Donna, I… I'm, I'm going through a bad time,” you confessed, putting away the photographs and drawings of little Stella. “I don't know what to do.”

“A bad time? What's wrong, tesoro?” the lady asked, with a more worried tone.

“Stella is making me crazy… I try, I really try to make her a good girl but… she never listens to me and… I'm starting to get desperate, Donna, I'm starting to think that I'm not a good mother, that I haven't known how to educate our daughter.”

“Don't say that,” Donna whispered, caressing your face, lifting your chin so that you would look at her. “You're a good mother, (Y/N), the best one.”

“It doesn't seem like it…” you sighed. “Stella is getting older every day and I feel, I feel I'm not capable of… of even making her see me as her mother, do you understand? I think she hates me.”

“That's not true, Stella loves you very much, you're her mommy, remember? Mommy, mommy, the monsters in the closet scare me,” she said, imitating the voice of a little girl, something that, at least, made you smile.

“Those times are long gone,” you said with nostalgia, shaking your head and letting a tear slide down your cheek. “I wish I could go back and... it doesn't matter, Donna, just, just hold me, okay?”

“With pleasure, amore mio...” the doll lady whispered, letting you drown your tears in her clothes, a cry of desperation and rage, of frustration, that the lady in black knew how to understand and relieve.

The afternoon passed like that, with a relaxing silence, with her kisses, whispers and caresses relaxing your worries, at least until the shrill sound of the phone interrupted that peaceful tranquility.

“I'll go, darling,” you said, moving away from her embrace to go to the vibrating phone. “(Y/N) Beneviento on the phone, who is it?”

“Oh, I was hoping to talk to Donna, but I guess you'll do,” the smug, mocking voice on the other end told you, without words, who it was.

“Karl…” you whispered, rolling your eyes as you recognized the Lord. “What do you want?”

“What manners,” the man mocked, laughing amused. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes, my life, do you want to talk to Donna?” you asked, looking at the lady, who frowned, absentmindedly playing with Angie, surely excited by the call, as always.

“It's not necessary… I'm just calling you to say that my dear little niece had a lot of fun this afternoon,” he said passively, immediately putting you on alert.

“What?” you asked startled. “Stella?”

“Yeah, yeah... Apparently she and her friends thought it was funny to sneak into my factory and waste my resources,” he commented, with the same arrogance.

“Gods... what happened?” you asked nervously, playing with the phone cord while Donna also approached.

“Your kid broke into my factory with two of her friends, activated two of my soldats and created a mess that I had to clean up myself...”

“Shit,” you said furiously. “Is she okay?”

“Perfectly fine, she's here, with me… hey, brat, do you want to talk to your mother? No? I assumed so,” Karl said, laughing mockingly. “I guess you want her back, right?”

“Y-Yes, bring her here, please,” you asked, breathing heavily.

“Of course...”

After that you hung up abruptly, growling furiously.

“What's wrong, (Y/N)? What happened?” Donna asked, calming your frightened fury.

“Your daughter, Donna, that's what happened,” you hissed, moving away from the lady in an unpleasant manner. “She's sneaked into your brother's factory and… Gods…”

The wait seemed like an eternity to you, but finally the Lord arrived next to your daughter, who kept her head down.

“This is yours, right?” the metal man said, gently pushing his niece.

“Karl, I'm sorry for the inconvenience,” you said apologetically while Donna followed her daughter with her gaze. “If there's something we can do…”

“Oh, no, no, it's not important. It's just kids' stuff, isn't it?” he said, turning gracefully and waving his hand. “Arrivederci…”

“Um…” the teenager muttered, scratching the back of her neck, possibly nervous because of your furious look as you closed the door and turned to look at her, arms crossed. “I'd better go to my room.”

“Hey, hey, hey… Not so fast, miss,” you said, preventing her escape with a strong grip on her arm. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Hey, I didn't do anything. My friends challenged me and…” the young lady said, pathetically apologizing.

Donna as always, just watched, perhaps with a colder than usual expression.

“Of course, your friends… How could you possibly sneak into your uncle's factory!? Have you lost your mind? You could have hurt yourself,” you snapped, shaking your head, still holding on to your daughter.

“Nothing happened to me, see? I'm fine,” she said cockily. “I was just having fun. Besides, Uncle Karl doesn't care.”

“Maybe he doesn’t because he's a crazy maniac, but I do, Stella, I'm sick of you doing whatever you want all the time,” you growled, waving your arm and pointing your finger at her, who moved furiously, pushing you in an unpleasant way.

“You’re not in charge!” she shrieked childishly, clenching her fists on either side of her hips.

“I'm your mother, Stella! You have to obey me!” you shouted, tears welling up in your eyes again.

“Are you my mother?” she asked, in a defiant tone, getting a little closer. “Did you want to be?”

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” you asked, shaking your head and blinking erratically.

“I know! I know you didn't love me! That I was just a mistake!” your daughter shrieked, leaving you frozen.

“You don't know what you're saying,” you hissed, terribly hurt by the comment. “You have no idea…”

“Of course I have, you don't have to be a genius to see that you're very young,” Stella said, taking advantage of your weakness. “You're only overprotective because you didn't know how to be with yourself, and that's why I was born!”

“Stop talking like that, brat, you're pissing me off…” you threatened more intensely. “Stop talking nonsense.”

“It's not nonsense! You're demanding something from me that you weren't capable of doing!” she protested again, irremediably winning the conversation.

“I demand you to obey me, Stella!” you screamed, increasing the tension even more. “Donna!” you said, looking at the lady in black, who listened to the screams expressionless while you began to sob. “For the Gods’ sake, do something!”

“You ask her for help because you know I'm right,” Stella said with a mocking smile, while you shook your head. “Don't blame me for your complexes.”

“Go to your room!” you yelled angrily, pointing to the stairs.

“No! You're unbearable, mom!” the young lady yelled back, making you back away. “I can't stand you... I don't love you... I wish you weren't my mother,” she hissed through clenched teeth, making you sigh and sob louder.

“Honey...” you said with a broken voice, noticing a hand on your shoulder that moved you a bit. “No…”

Donna approached, walking with a somewhat hurried steps and a nervous breathing.

Without saying a single word, with a look full of anger, she stood in front of your daughter, giving her a resounding slap that left the mansion completely silent.

“Mamma…” Stella sighed, with the hand on her cheek and her eyes wide open.

You shook your head, surprised by what you had just seen, unable to believe it.

“Donna…” you gasped, without taking your gaze off the silently enraged lady, who was staring your daughter's eyes and getting a little closer, threatening.

“Don't ever talk your mother like that again, have you heard me?” she whispered with a dark, dangerous, authoritative voice, a voice like yours had never been. “Mi hai sentito!?”

“S-Sì…” Stella murmured, stunned, looking in terror at her mother, who remained surprisingly firm.

“Fine,” Donna said, hands on hips. “Now go to your room, and don't come out until you apologize to your mother.”

“But…”

“Go to your room! Vai!” the lady in black shrieked, pressing her lips tightly together and pointing at the stairs. “Vai!”

“Sì, mamma,” the teenager whispered, turning slowly and picking Angie, her silent defender, up from the floor. “Co-Come on Angie…”

“You'll pay for this, silly Donna!” the doll shouted, making mocking gestures in the arms of the young lady, who climbed the stairs sobbing.

“Shut your mouth or I'll deactivate you!” Donna shrieked, causing the doll to take refuge even in the arms of her young owner. “Cazzo…”

“Donna,” you said, leaving some time for the lady to calm down and approaching from behind, turning her body slowly. “Gods, Donna…”

“What?” she asked with her gaze still enraged. “I haven't done anything to her, it was more of a caress than a slap,” she said defending herself against what she thought was a protest from you.

“I know, my love… Wow, so you do have character,” you said smiling, noticing a lustful feeling forming inside you, an unexpected one.

“I won't allow anyone to insult you, (Y/N), not even that brat,” the lady said, without hugging you back, looking away. “You're right, she needs manners.”

“Mm, yes… and you're going to teach them to her, aren't you, my love?” you purred in her ear, making her hands go straight to your waist and her brow furrow.

“If it's necessary, I will do it,” Donna said, sure of herself. “She won't insult you again, you have my word.”

“Oh, I like your word,” you said with a velvety voice, approaching her lips slowly, devouring them wetly, startling the lady in black, who moved away confused.

“Um, what, what are you doing?” she asked, holding your wrists, which were already starting to play with her dress. “(Y/N)?”

“It's just that... seeing you so... authoritative, so... firm...” you said, playing with your finger on her chest, one that her eye followed with curiosity. “Donna, you've turned me on.”

“Me hitting our daughter has turned you on?” the lady asked, surprised and horrified.

“No, silly...” you said, shaking your head and pulling her hand towards the living room. “What has turned me on is… seeing you defend me like that… I’ve wanted to see you that way for a long time.”

“(Y/N), please, I don’t…” she said, nervous, while you cornered her against the desk, changing positions with a soft movement of your hands and sitting on the old wooden table.

“Shh, shut up, my love…” you whispered in her ear, bringing her closer with a soft tug on her dress. “Now, tell me how naughty I am…”

“(Y/N), it’s not the time for… (Y/N),” Donna said, opening her eye wide when your hand passed over the black fabric, noticing the incipient bulge that revealed his erection at your words. “H-Hey… don’t…”

“Oh, wow, I think so, my love,” you said amused, tightening your grip on her covered shaft, causing the lady in black to gasp irresistibly. “Look at you… You’re so hard…”

“I-It's your fault,” she said, shaking her head, but allowing herself to enjoy your intense grip. “Cazzo…”

“Don't swear, Donna,” you said amused, playing with your underwear until you pushed it aside, with your lips very close to hers. “I prefer you to use that mouth of yours to kiss me.”

“Oddio…” she sighed, finally letting herself be carried away by your deep kisses, by the soft swaying of your hips on the desk. “(Y/N)…”

“My love… I love you…” you sighed, noticing how her impatient hands fought with the skirt of her dress, releasing her throbbing erection while playing with your body to position it correctly.

That improvised declaration of love made the lady stop before brushing against your impatient wetness, briefly caressing your face.

“Ti amo, (Y/N)… tu sei la mia vita,” she whispered, taking a moment to kiss you romantically, ignoring her throbbing desire, which was already rubbing against yours.

“Mm, baby…” you purred, laughing embarrassedly at those hot and romantic whispers. “Come, I don't know how much time we have.”

Quickly, ignoring the foreplay, you gently grabbed her erection, stimulating it for a while before inserting it into you with ease, something that always made you moan outrageously.

“Shh, tesoro…” Donna whispered to you, covering your mouth, fighting against her own pleasure. “Not that loud.”

“Mm, I'm sorry… you're so big,” you moaned, writhing in pleasure at how your walls stretched to make way for her hurried thrusts. “Donna, Gods…”

The lady growled as she felt the pressure of your body on hers, as she felt that lascivious and wet embrace, as she slid with extreme ease. Of course, you weren't lying when you told her that the situation had turned you on.

That Donna defended you with rage, with fury, was something you always loved, something that made you remember every day why you loved her, why you started such a wonderful family with her.

“Fuck, yes! Oh, Donna, dominate me! Harder, my love!” you moaned loud, succumbing to the pleasure and forgetting about discretion as her thrusts accelerated and her moans lost their modesty as well.

“That's what you want, isn't it?” the lady said amused, coming out of you to grab you by the waist, turning you around abruptly, causing an annoying noise as it made the things on the desk shake. “You're a very bad doll…”

“Yes, yes, I'm the worst!” you squealed, moving eager to feel her again, rubbing your hips against her erection, one that was quick to take you from behind, moving you along with the table. “Yes, Donna, yes, fuck me!”

“Mm, così stretta…” the lady murmured, gripping your hips tightly, guiding them to her desired rhythm, only letting them go to give you a few soft, spicy spanks, completely lifting your dress.

“More, Donna!” you screamed, feeling your body tightening more and more, motivated by the moans and grunts of pleasure from the brunette. “Donna, I'm going to… I'm going to cum!”

“Cazzo! (Y/N)!” the lady screamed, panting as your body went crazy, squeezing her with your walls, causing her own release inside of you, wetting you with her warm seed. “(Y/N)…”

“Mm, Donna, that was…” you said laughing, moving your hips with her still inside you and feeling the wetness running down your legs. “…amazing”.

“Y-Yes…” she said, slowly withdrawing and covering herself with her dress, pulling yours down as well. “I-I hope Stella didn't hear us,” she said, catching her breath as you turned around, capturing her lips briefly.

“Bah, I'm sure she didn’t,” you said, teasingly pulling on her lower lip. “Well… How about we take a bath? We've earned it.”

“Certo,” Donna said, with a tired smile. “I'll make dinner later.”

“It's a perfect plan, my love,” you whispered, walking hand in hand with her towards the elevator.

Of course it was. A relaxing bath with your wife managed to dispel that bitter moment, the argument with your daughter that Donna miraculously solved. You didn't want to think about it too much, but you couldn't help but think about whether that severe, but necessary, attitude of the lady of the dolls had served any purpose.

“Stella! Dinner is ready!” you shouted, looking at the stairs, a bit calmer. “I really want to try this lasagna…”

“Mm, that's what you always say,” Donna said, winking at you with complicity, due to that passionate outburst earlier. “Where's the girl?”

“I've already called her, she's probably still upset,” you commented, pouring yourself a glass of wine and looking back at the hall. “Stella! Come down, we have lasagna!”

Nothing, silence was your only response.

“Do you think…?” the lady in black asked, frowning.

“Gods, I should have imagined…” you sighed, standing up hastily. “She's run away again.”

Just when you were about to go through the whole territory to look for your rebellious daughter, the teenager appeared before you. Her head was looking at the floor and Angie accompanied her in silence.

“Well, you've finally decided to come down, come…” you sighed, gently pushing the young lady by her back. “Your mother made lasagna for you.”

“Grazie, mamma,” the young Beneviento murmured, without looking into her mother's eye, surely resentful of that ridiculous slap.

“Mm, niente,” Donna said, with a slightly petulant tone. “Siedeti.”

The young girl nodded and obeyed silently.

Yes, silence would be a good summary for that dinner.

“Um… Mom,” Stella said, with her gaze lowered, addressing you cautiously.

“What do you want, darling?” you asked with a tender smile, looking at Donna, who did the same.

“I'm sorry,” the young woman whispered. “I'm sorry about saying… those things to you.”

“Mm,” you murmured, listening attentively. “Good.”

“I really am… well I… I was angry because Uncle Karl caught me and… I mean I shouldn't have done it and… I shouldn't have… talked to you like that… Will you forgive me, Mom?” Stella said, now looking at you pleadingly.

“Oh, honey, of course I will,” you said with a smile, caressing your daughter's cheek. She stood up and, along with a sob, hugged you tightly.

“I'm sorry, Mom… what I said isn't true, I love you very much, I love you both very much and… I promise, I promise to behave better from now on, I'll be a good girl…” she said sobbing, letting your hug comfort her.

“Really?” you said suspiciously, glancing sideways at Donna, who smiled tenderly. “Honey…”

“Yes, really, but… Angie and I have something else to ask you,” your daughter said, moving away and turning exaggeratedly red. “A-Angie…”

“Listen carefully!” the doll said, causing you and the lady to look at each other with an arched eyebrow. “You disgusting fools!”

“Angie… What is it? Stella?” the brunette asked, curiously.

“Please don't… don't… do… that… again… in the living room… or… or at least don't shout that loud… You're going to cause me trauma…”

[flippinpancakes64]

How the Cullens would react to you being a newborn

*Note* This is my first ever post please be nice :(

Edward:

Super supportive

Is so so patient

Will teach you everything he knows about self control and how to best curb your hunger

Will go hunting with you every day if that's what you want

He doesn't care if you're dangerous he wants a hug so he's getting a hug

Protective x100

If Jasper still has trouble trusting you after you've mostly gotten yourself under control he will be right there telling him to back off

10/10 would let him turn me into a newborn

Alice:

Again, supportive x100

She deals with Jasper on the daily, she knows how to help with cravings and sporadic behavior

Can easily stop you from things you shouldn't do because she can see them in the future

Would go hunting with you

Would lose her patience after a while if you keep tearing the clothes she buys you tho

(Not actually she'd just be a little frustrated :) )

Would also come to your defense if Jasper or anyone else doubts that you have yourself under control

"I can literally see the future it's fine-"

Jasper:

The worst of them all probably-

He's very tough to get to in the first place

He has a dark past, most of his trauma is from Newborns

He doesn't trust you for a really long time

Super skeptical, will follow your every move ready to hold you down

He's just trying to protect his family tho

You're gonna have to be on your best behavior if you ever want him to trust you again

He'll come around eventually though with the help of his family to show him that you're adjusting well

After he's certain you're no longer a threat he will feel so bad

Cuddles x100

He's just a big softie who loves his family behind those scary eyes

Rosalie:

Ok I lied she might be the worst actually-

If you did this to yourself or had another one of the Cullens turn you chances are she's never gonna talk to you again (sorry)

I mean we all know that she hated Bella's guts until she got pregnant with Renesmee

But if you got turned by accident or by a rogue vampire attack?

Supportive x200

Mama Bear mode activated fr

She remembers what it was like all too well

The pain, the confusion, the anger, the hatred

You couldn't do a single thing wrong in her eyes

You accidentally attacked a hiker? It happens to the best of us

You broke one of the super expensive cars by closing the door too hard? It's ok Carlisle can buy a new one

Can and will defend you if anyone says you're not ready yet

Emmett:

Kinda chill tbh

Obviously since he's the strongest he's with you most of the time to hold you back if need-be

But he's more interested in making bets against anyone who will bet with him

"I smell an elk up ahead, I bet I'll get to it before they can"

"I bet I'll win in an arm wrestling contest"

"I bet they'll scream at Edward for playing that piano too loud"

Mostly is just a good supporter

He's really observant though and is a good judge on if you're ready to be alone yet or not

Esme:

Supportive x100

She hates seeing anyone in pain and you are no exception

Will give you all the tips and tricks she can think of

How to control your cravings, the best animals to hunt, the best places to go to just scream and let it all out

She's got you covered

Wouldn't be that strong of an advocate towards you being ready tho-

She acknowledges that she is not very well versed in this field and will accept Carlisle's or Jasper's judgements very seriously

She will do her best to help you though

Carlisle:

The man for the job fr

He has raised four different newborns that he created mostly all by himself

He knows exactly what to do

How to best help you, how to make sure you feel the least pain possible, how to speed up your process

Literally anything

He's very open to answer any questions you have

If you were dying and he did this to save you he'd be perfectly okay with you wanting nothing to do with him

He understands

It will take a while to fully convince him that you are in control of your urges, but one he's convinced he is on your side 100%

Vampire! Bella:

Definitely the most sympathetic

She was the most recent change, she remembers it the most

Even though she did have her self-control on her side, she still remembers how difficult it was

Will stand by your side no matter what

She's not scared of you or what you could do

To her you're still you

Will do her best to help you with anything you need

Does her best to help give you distractions if there are people nearby

Once she believes you're ready, she will not take no for an answer

She's stubborn

Very good support tho 10/10

[it-was-summer]

Video Killed the Radio Star - Tape #4 (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Y'all this chapter took so long to write. This is NOT proofread once again me and Grammarly were beefing because she doesn't understand fanfiction. Nonetheless, it is 12 am MST and here it is. Now for an overall warning, this chapter talks about so much that I was to let everyone know that I meant for this to be a dark series. That was my goal. I'm so sorry if some of these topics seem like they're too heavy for you. If you feel overwhelmed, disgusted, or just find it hard to read please remember that it is okay and you are loved. This chapter mentions miscarriages, eating disorders, gunshot wounds, suicide, etc. I love you all and stay healthy. I will try to post my 500 followers post soon! Not proofread because eepy. YOU'LL read my chapter unedited and you'll like it! (hopefully). Thanks for reading. -Love you all, Em.

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WARNING: miscarriage, eating disorder, catholic guilt, bisexuality mention??, period underwear, stalking, marital problem, divorce, sexual harassment, guns, knives, gunshot wound, This bitch shoots someone, suicide, mention of a skull, blood so much blood.

Tape Contents: We briefly dive into Heather's past. Adeline makes a call that gives the team a reason to visit the suburbs. Heather makes a decision. You see something other than pink for the first time in four days.

Word Count: 6,296

Seven to Four Years Prior- January 10, 20XX

Heather had to get out of Norfolk. She felt suffocated under her father’s watchful gaze and helicopter ways. He was a hard man to love and hard to be around in general. When he drank, she used to pray that he would forget about her, so she became quiet. She didn’t have many friends here anyway, so she took you out of the equation and knew no one else would know her name. 

So, with a heavy heart, she moved her life away to Richmond. She changed her major to nursing and killed that quiet girl from Norfolk. She fabricated real lies that sometimes she couldn’t separate from reality. She stared at girls silently with longing and played it off as admiration if she was ever caught. Catholic guilt stopped it from growing into anything else. 

She was slow to open up about her feelings and showed people an extroverted sorority girl nursing graduate who liked to go to bars on the weekend and let men’s hands pull at her hips desperately in dark corners. 

Now, at twenty-four, she only thought about one thing: how good her stomach looked in this dress. She had thinned out tremendously since the move. At first, it started due to not having enough money to eat anywhere except the shitty university cafeteria. Then, it warped into something else. During its worst moments, she would log her calories or purge food moments after eating it. She could look into mirrors afterward and feel she was achieving something remarkable. Then, sometimes, she would also look at her face and think, ‘Is that what I look like’? 

But tonight, she wanted to do something different, something fun. Having told her sorority sisters this, they all jumped on board quickly, agreeing to meet at the bar around 10 p.m. that Saturday. They were thirty minutes late. 

Heather was gently fiddling with the hem of her short black dress, her eyes flickering towards the entrance every so often as she waited for them to walk in. This year, she wanted to be happier, less suffering in silence, and a little more smiley. So yes, she wanted to have fun with people she called friends. Despite all her efforts, she was sure they could see right through her sometimes. She swallowed nervously as she nursed a margarita. 

The next time she looked at her phone, she saw texts from her former sisters saying that work had been hectic and that they needed to reschedule for another time. So now, Heather Alexander was right back at square one: alone. She glanced down at her dress and frowned slightly at its tight material. It was the kind of dress that made her uncomfortable but made men comfortable. Something always felt wrong with that. Heather always secretly knew that she felt an attraction to women and men, but she always felt guilty at the thought. 

She sighed as she debated her next move when she saw him. He was the prettiest man she had ever seen. He had soft masculine features that almost looked slightly feminine, a uniform clad against his chest, and a charming boyish smile as their eyes met. Heather whispered a silent prayer that he would like her as he approached her and introduced himself as David Hernandez. How could she not fall for him instantly? Deep brown eyes, pink lips, dark skin, and a low rumble in his voice made her feel like giggling. 

It wasn’t long before the two of them were getting married. They spent a few months together in domestic bliss. He got some time off from work, and she kept her last name, and they were… happy. 

At least they were happy for six months, and then her world shattered around her as David was deployed to England. She cried herself to sleep the night she heard, and David stroked her back softly to calm her. Heather didn’t want him to leave her and see someone better overseas. She was sure that women would throw themselves at David’s feet, begging him to kiss them, touch them, fuck them, like whores in the street of Babylon. She couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else touching him, looking at him the way she looked at him, talking to him the way she did in his ear late at night. She begged him to try and find some way out of it, scared to lose what was rightfully hers, but he couldn’t. He left that week.

At first, it was just six months, but then it stretched out into a year of deployment—a year spent being faithful to a man across the Atlantic. She called him when she had time, wrote letters to him, sent him emails, and constantly contacted him in any way she could. 

When he got home, it was clear that all her efforts had gone to waste. David was distant. He would sulk in corners of their home on his phone. He would lament on and on about how England felt like his home and how he missed it. She couldn’t stand it. This house they bought together was his home, and it always had been. Why was he struggling to see that? 

The more he talked of his deployment, the more Heather became frustrated with him. Then he started to go out more. At first, it was just to speak with some Army friends on base a few spread-out weekends in the month. Then it was every weekend. 

Heather found that the only thing that could keep him home was sex. So they had sex constantly, like animals in heat. Disgusting and rutting against each other any moment they could. However, the second that it was over, he would withdraw again. He would get dressed and say he had to get to the base. 

Then he was coming late, drunk and slurring, as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and woke her up with sensual touches and dirty talk. She took this as a good sign he was coming home to his wife. He was fucking her and no one else. But slowly, he stopped coming home. He would call her late at night to tell her he would stay with a friend for the night. The following day, he would come home smelling sweet. 

Heather felt lost, searching desperately for something to save her marriage. She was devoting all of her love to a man who no longer wanted it, and she could feel him falling out of love with her. 

Her saving grace was the morning that she found out she was pregnant. She called David with tears in her eyes and told him softly over the phone, and she heard him laugh for the first time in months. And just like that, he was back. 

His soft touches, kisses in the grocery store, and dancing with her in the living room were all back. Her devoted and dotting husband had returned home to her. She could feel the dark cloud of the past couple of months dissipate and the sun shining on her. 

That light lasted a good three months. Heather sat up straight as pain coursed through her body, thundering in her abdomen as she shook David awake with tears streaming down her face. Something was wrong with the baby; she knew it. He drove her to the hospital as fast as he could, but it was too late. She had already miscarried.

Heather took a small sabbatical from work and took time to think about her life. She would stare out of their living room window blankly for hours. David was attentive at first, coming home after work and tending to Heather’s broken spirit. But he soon became bored of that routine. 

When Heather returned to the pediatric oncology unit, David was notified that he was being deployed again to Okinawa, Japan. He was packed and ready by the end of that month. She didn’t see him off at the airport, picking up an extra shift at the hospital to distract her from the fact that he was leaving her again. 

David called her two months into his leave to tell her he wasn’t happy. He wanted a divorce. Then he hung up before she could get a word in. That’s when it all started. Her obsession with consuming anything romantic was almost debilitating. She would visit bookstores and attend readings at the public library, sometimes calling off from work to sit at home with her romances. That’s when she saw you again. She thought that you would have stayed in Norfolk. You had once told her that you loved the water. You liked how it could look gloomy and promising on different days, with mist rolling off the surface. 

She tried not to talk to you. She did. She didn’t want to scare you away like she scared David away. No, no, no, she was sure it would all work out this time. So she loved you from a comfortable distance, watching you from her car on the weekends at night, leaving you her gifts on your windshield—a silent courting. 

She couldn’t help herself on Valentine’s Day. She had slipped into Nicole Smith’s room without Adeline recognizing her, and she gave the table with Adeline’s purse on it a gentle knock with her hip. Heather apologized quickly, telling her not to worry. She promptly dropped to the floor to gather the spilled contents from Adeline’s bag, and she slipped a labeled key connected to a keychain that read ‘or die’ into her pocket. Once she had copied the key, she quickly returned the original to its owner. 

She felt electric when she entered your apartment on Valentine's Day in a dark outfit, a hood covering her face, and four dozen rose petals in a container. She breathed in your perfume as she perused through your bathroom. She traced the spine of every book she could touch on your shelves. She gently dove into your dirty hamper and quickly pulled out a pair of dirty underwear, blood on the inside of them as she shamelessly slipped them into her pocket. Then she got to work spreading the petals throughout your apartment. By the end, she stared at her work, panting lightly as she lay across on your rose-covered bed. 

She had to have you. 

Present Day- March 5, 20XX

Derek and Spencer managed to get to the public library an hour before closing. They pulled your coworker, Valerie, aside. She was a pretty brunette, glasses resting on her face delicately as she stared at the two men with a soft look of disappointment. She knew that if they were here, they had yet to find you, and the thought made her feel like breaking down in a fit of tears. She fought the urge to cry as Derek asked her a question, sliding a copy of the Polaroid you had received on your windshield. “Do you happen to remember anyone coming in with a Polaroid camera?” 

Valerie stared at the Polaroid with a soft frown, trying to remember something helpful. Spencer spoke quickly, “Sometime around January fourteenth, maybe?”

Valerie chewed on her bottom lip before the memory washed over her, “Yes! Yes, oh gosh, she was blonde, I think. I remember telling her we didn’t like flash photography in the library. I only saw the back of her head, but I remember the back of her head and the flash of a camera.” 

Spencer tilted his head slightly and nodded at Valerie’s words, processing the information silently.“Are you sure it was a woman?” Spencer asked softly before Valarie enthusiastically nodded. 

“Yes, it was definitely a woman who took the picture.” She confirmed in a soft voice before she looked down at the Polaroid with a gentle tenderness in her eyes. “She baked me cookies last week, you know?” She looked up at the two men with a sad smile and tears in her eyes. “My cat is sick, and she made me cookies to make me feel better.” She laughed sadly as the tears started to fall. 

Derek placed a soft hand over Valerie’s and gave her a tender look, “We’re looking for her,” The words caused a shaky sigh to escape Valarie’s lips as she pulled her hand away quickly and stood up. 

Her cheeks were red as she cried out a soft “Excuse me.” before she turned on her heel and hurriedly left the room. 

Spencer picked up the picture and stared at you in the photo. The way your hair shined in the fluorescent light, your eyes and smile trained directly on the person you were talking to. You were personable, and the thought made his stomach turn. He looked over at Derek as Spencer handed the photo back to him. 

The two men walked out of the library silently, and Derek let out a soft sigh as he watched the sun starting to settle against the horizon. Spencer walked beside him with his hand stuffed in his pockets, and his head hung a little low in thought. 

Derek broke the silence first, “We should get back to the station to see if JJ and Rossi have anything,” 

And then they rode back in contemplative silence after that. 

March 6, 20XX

You weren’t sure if it was day or night anymore. All you knew was that you were starting to feel uneven. Every creak of wood, settling of pipes, and rumble of the house had your back straightening against the bed. You were sure that Heather would fly in at any moment and touch you. 

A million options weighed heavy in your mind at the scenario; you could fight back again, but that would get you sliced again or worse. You could go with it, zone out as much as possible, let her have her way with you. That option made your head spin with nausea. You had to find a way to get out. 

You licked at the gash on your lip, gently exploring the cut with your tongue until you could feel the warmth of blood again. You pushed your tongue back into your mouth and looked over at your day-old apple on the nightstand, half-eaten and brown. You tenderly took a small bite that wouldn’t require you to move your lips too much. 

You didn’t have much of the day-old meal left; a half-full water and this apple was all you had. You chewed softly, fighting off the nausea that threatened to creep in due to the morphine. 

You tried to remember anything that could be helpful to you. It was hard to think of high doses of morphine. You had played with the knob often; when you were ready to sleep, it would go up, and when you were up, it would turn down. But lately, you just wanted it to be turned up. 

You tried to think of when Heather came into the pink room. She always stuffed her keys into her pockets. A plan was in the making: Get her out of her clothes, and you could get the keys. 

You nodded a little despite your discomfort with the idea of her touching you again. You just had to seduce her a little, which should be easy considering that she was ‘in love’ with you. The only problem with that plan was that you had a mangled ankle and a body running on morphine; she didn’t. Heather’s temper was quick when you talked back, and rage followed if you did something against her liking. 

Maybe begging would work. No, you tried that already. Why would begging work? Perhaps you could hurt yourself just enough to force her to take you to the hospital. But that didn’t work either; she was a nurse. She wouldn’t incriminate herself like that, would she? Maybe total submission would be the key. 

Convince her that you love her back and somehow ask to be let out with her supervision, but that could take forever. 

You started to cry softly as you set down the core of the apple and laid down, wishing to pull your legs to your chest, but the pain of one ankle and the chain around the other made that physically impossible. 

You cried until you felt your eyelids become heavy, tears still slipping out of your eyes as you fell into a morphine-induced sleep. 

March 6, 20XX

JJ paced back and forth in front of the bulletin board, occasionally flicking her eyes over to the photos pinned to it as she tried to chase what was likely to be a loose end. The number that had called yours and left a message full of sobs had been a burner. 

Spencer had tried to tell her to eat something this morning, but as the clock’s hands crept towards nine a.m., she still didn’t feel hungry enough to try. She sighed out another frustrated huff as Emily appeared in front of her. “If you sigh like that one more time, I think I might have to force a croissant down your throat.” 

JJ gave her another dramatic sigh before she put her hands on her hips: “I’m sorry, I just feel like we have no leads. We know it's a woman, but Adeline isn’t likely to be the unsub, and all her coworkers have alibis. It just feels like we are running around with our heads cut off.” 

Emily smiled and gave her a gentle nod of understanding, “I get it, but you pacing around like this isn’t helping anyone. Let’s get you a drink, coffee, or maybe something to eat.” 

“People who eat breakfast consistently are twenty-five percent likely to be more productive at work,” Spencer spoke up from a desk not too far from the two women. 

Emily pointed over at Spencer, “See? You’re making Spencer freak out.” 

“I’m not freaked out,” Spencer frowned at the comment before looking back at a file on the desk. 

JJ’s smile was slow as she let her hands fall to her side and let out a soft, “Fine.” She agreed as Emily walked over to the precinct's breakroom, JJ following her. 

Derek was clicking a pen obnoxiously in an off-beat rhythm. He was about to say something when his phone started to ring on his desk. He didn’t recognize the number, but he answered it anyway. “Hello?” 

“Hi, uhm, is this Special Agent Morgan?” Adeline’s voice was shaky through the phone. 

Derek relaxed slightly as he set down his pen. “Yeah, Adeline. Did something happen?” He couldn’t think of another reason as to why she would call the number he had left with her if nothing happened. He was too focused on the case to think of any other reason anyway. 

“Yeah, maybe? I was talking to one of the nurses about something today, and I recognized one of them. I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner, but it was an old friend from college. She was more Y/N’s friend than mine, but I talked to her a little.” Adeline’s voice dropped to a whisper as she continued, “I mentioned that she was missing, and Heather had a weird reaction. She smiled for a second. I swear, she said she was sad to hear that, but she looked… well, for a second, it just seemed like maybe she was happy.” 

Derek picked the pen back up again, ready to write down a name. It wasn’t much, but they could visit her. “What was her name again?” 

“Gosh, it was Heather something… Heather, Heather, Heather,” She bit her lip as she tried to think back. “Alexander! Heather Alexander.” 

Derek wrote it down and muttered quickly, “We'll look into it, thanks.” As a goodbye, he let Adeline quickly thank him over the phone before he hung up and called Penelope. 

Penelope, quick as always, picked up on the first ring. “Center of divine intellect,” was her greeting. 

“Good morning to you, too, baby girl. Listen, could you get Heather Alexander's address? Adeline Smith called saying that she had a strange reaction to hearing about our girl going missing.” 

“Easy,” was her answer before Derek could hear the sounds of keys being tapped against and a soft humming sound emitting from Penelope’s lips as she pulled up the address: “4432 Lake Margaret Pl., Chesterfield, Virginia.” 

“You are an angel, Garcia.” 

“I always aim to please,” 

“And you never fail, baby girl.” 

JJ had begged Derek with her eyes to let her go with Spencer. It was just an interview, not even an interrogation, just to see if the connection between you and Heather went deeper than old college friends. So why shouldn’t she go? 

Derek wasn’t one to put up a big fight, so he let her with Spencer. It was only thirty minutes away anyway, so if they needed the team it wouldn’t take too long for them to show up, right? He stayed behind on the phone with Garcia, who was doing her best to see if Heather had any criminal history on her record. 

As the car rolled around the cul de sac, Spencer’s eyes struggled to look away from the plethora of plants in the fenced-in front yard. Pink anemones were scattered amongst daffodils, and what looked like daisies were blooming side by side. JJ rolled the car to a stop, parking it against the curb. 

“Pretty yard,” She muttered as she took the keys out of the ignition. Spencer nodded a little; he had to admit that Spring came in a close second to Fall as the superior season in his mind. The flowers growing after frozen earth had kept them dormant, the welcomed feeling of the sun getting slightly warmer. It was still somewhat chilly at ten in the morning as he stepped out of the car with JJ, but he had to admit, it was shaping up to be a beautiful day weather-wise. 

His head tilted back a little as he stole a glance at the blue sky above them and smiled before stuffing his hands into his pockets and tilting his head toward the house. JJ smiled and walked beside him, happy to be out of the precinct and in the early morning air.

Heather was washing the paring knife she had used on you in her kitchen sink, facing a large bay window in her living room. She swiped at the hardened blood and frowned a little at the memory. Why was she so upset with you? She could hardly remember herself when she got angry like that. 

It was almost fitting, her flying off the handle over something so simple as you not being ready for her love. Was she no better than a man? Had she gotten so accustomed to men's vile and sharp ways that she had somehow forgotten how to be gentle? 

She felt her hands shake as a voice came into her head, whispering her worst fear: She was worse than her father. 

She let tears blur her vision at the thought as she rubbed the knife harder with a sponge, shaking her head quickly. No, no, no, no. She was not like that man. She was not cold like that man. She was lovable. She felt love. She felt overwhelming love for you. She had felt overwhelming love for David. 

Her downward spiral was cut short as she lifted her weeping head and saw a black SUV parked in front of her yard. She quickly wiped away a stray tear with the back of her hand and sniffled lightly as she gently slid the knife into the dishwasher, watching two people get out of the van. 

Heather’s eyes were glued to the blonde at first, pretty and fair in the morning sun before her eyes flickered to the man beside her. She recognized him immediately. She was sure it was the same man she almost ran into at the hospital yesterday. 

She dried her hands as she walked around the kitchen island. As they got closer, her head arched to see how close they were. Panic was running through her veins. Her gun was in her room upstairs, loaded. She just had to get upstairs; her feet were quick to try and run upstairs and stash it somewhere close before they could ring the doorbell. Just as the idea seemed plausible enough, the bell rang through the house. 

Heather let out a silent scream of panic as she smoothed out her shirt, fixed her hair, and caught a quick glance of her pretty face in the mirror near the front door before she swung it open with a pleasantly fake smile on her face. Her eyes quickly scanned both of their faces as she smiled. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, hi. My name is Jennifer Jareau. This is Spencer Reid. We’re with the FBI, and we were just wondering if we could ask you some questions.” JJ spoke clearly as she flashed her badge at Heather, a slight smile on her lips as she looked into Heather’s eyes. Spencer recognized her, finding it strange that he had almost run directly into the beautiful woman at the hospital just the day before. 

Heather laughed softly and nodded as she stepped aside, opening the door wider to let the two agents inside. “Of course,” Her hands were shaking, but she gripped the edge of the door tightly, half tempted to slam it directly in their faces and go upstairs to shoot Catherine and herself to freedom.  

They weren’t on to her yet; she was sure of that– especially given their lack of people– just two against one. She was quick to shut the door behind them before leading the two of them into her living room. “Can I get you two any water? I have some juice.” 

The two agents shook their heads in a polite ‘no, thank you’ way as they sat on the sofa across from Heather. Heather sat on a chair with a soft “Okay” as she eyed them carefully. “Am I in some kind of trouble here?” 

“No, We just wanted to ask you a few questions regarding an old college friend of yours, Y/N L/N.” 

“Well,” She smoothed out her long skirt slowly, remembering to breathe normally, “What about her?” 

“Had you been in contact with her at all? Did she mention anything about someone following her?” 

Heather let out a gentle laugh as she shook her head, “I haven’t really had the time to reach out to old friends lately,” 

Spencer’s interest peaked as he joined the conversation, “How come?” 

Heather’s gaze became a little pointed at the question. Of course, the man has to ask her, “I lost a baby recently, and my husband was deployed soon after, so forgive me for not becoming pen pals with someone I knew at eighteen.” The words were direct and vicious, but she couldn’t help herself. She blew out a soft sigh before she let out a gentle and timid, “I’m sorry,” 

Spencer licked his lips nervously as he leaned back against the sofa slightly, trying to resist the urge to disappear into it. Self-isolation wasn’t uncommon for women who had recently suffered from a miscarriage. That feeling more than likely increased as her support system was ripped away from her. 

JJ gently touched Spencer’s knee before she cut the tension. “I’m sorry to hear that, Mrs. Alexander. We’re just trying to piece some information together.” 

Heather ran a hand through her hair before she gave JJ a tight-lipped smile. “I understand that; I’m sorry. Would it be alright if I ran upstairs for some medicine? I feel a headache coming on.” She spoke fast with a tense voice, trying her hardest to pass it off as pain with a rub of her temple. When JJ nodded, she stood up and headed upstairs as calmly as she could manage. 

JJ looked over at Spencer, watching Heather walk away carefully. “She seems angrier with men than anything.” Her voice was slightly amused before Spencer frowned. 

“Doesn’t mean she’s in the clear; stalking is often a form of intense infatuation, but it's also used as a way to control something. She’s struggling with two things that could be our stressors: she’s craving control or dependency. She-” The soft ringing of his phone cut off his whispered rant. He answered it, happy that at least it was just Garcia calling, hoping for a better lead than his ongoing hunch. 

He stood and looked at JJ, who was mouthing for him to go outside, “Hey,” He answered as he slipped out of the front door. 

“Hey, nothing is coming up anywhere on Heather’s record for criminal activity—sorority sister, wife, nurse, clean as a whistle. However, considering we don’t have much right now, I decided to see if she had any warnings at work.” 

“Right,” Spencer looked over his shoulder at the front door as he walked away to stand in front of the garage. 

“Well, last month, she got a write-up for stealing some morphine; her supervisor forced her to go see a therapist after Heather said that she was using it for some leftover pain she was experiencing after her miscarriage. But Heather never showed,” 

Spencer was walking a little further down the driveway as he listened to Garcia talk on the phone, counting the number of windows in the house. His eyes narrowed slightly to try and block out the sun before he looked away. He licked his bottom lip gently before acting on his little hunch, “Could you check her credit report? See if there are any purchases that you can find that seem odd around March third?” 

“Could I check her credit report,” Garcia repeated with a laugh, “Hold on, boy genius.” 

Spencer could see the top of JJ’s head from the bay window, and he turned away slightly, finding ease in the fact that she was still there. Something felt off, and he couldn’t put his finger on it. “She went to the store, but nothing crazy. Bought,” He could hear typing, “Bleach and rubbing alcohol.” 

Spencer chewed on the inside of his cheek as he asked, “When was her husband deployed again? Did she buy anything from a florist around Valentine’s Day?” 

“Husband was deployed December first and,” she hummed gently before she sighed, “Bought some flowers on Valentine’s day, rose petals.” 

Spencer felt that feeling when something connected in his brain, a rush of adrenaline as he felt his hunch slowly turn into a plausible accusation. The roses were just that, roses. But the bleach and rubbing alcohol? That’s a recipe for chloroform right there. And finally, Heather’s husband was deployed at the beginning of December, stressor number two. It made him feel slightly hopeful about walking back into the house. “Thanks, Garcia.” He said as his feet reached the end of the driveway. He hung up the phone, walking back towards the house at a fast pace when the familiar and startling 'crack' of a gun reached his ears. 

His hands drew his gun out of the holster, running back towards the house. He pushed the front door open with his foot as he heard the thumping of footsteps running on the stairs. He rounded the corner to the living room before lowering his gun as he saw JJ bleeding from a bullet wound in her thigh. 

“JJ!” His voice panicked as he reached her groaning side, kneeling low to the ground next to her. “What happened?” 

JJ shook her head quickly, “I’m calling for backup. She ran upstairs. She didn’t even try to,” her eyes squeezed shut tightly as a sharp pain rattled through her inner thigh, “Just go!” She urged him as she reached down for the phone in her back pocket, her free hand pressing on her gushing wound to try and slow the bleeding. 

Spencer’s eyes were filled with uncertainty as he let out a soft, “No, I’ll stay here until everyone gets-” 

“Spencer, go!” 

Spencer felt his spine straighten at the second command. He gave her a grim nod as he stood up, readied his gun, and started for the stairs. His footsteps were soft and calculated as he ascended, pink light flooding the floor as he approached the top of the stairs. He could hear gentle begging in a voice too soft and thick to be Heather’s. 

“Please, Heather, please, my love. Don’t, please don’t.” Repetitive cries for mercy made his legs move faster until he approached an opened door. The regular-looking bedroom door gave way to a steel one just behind it before revealing the scene of what looked like a demented love nest. 

Spencer swallowed a lump in his throat as he took in the scene. Gun pointed carefully at Heather as he spoke, “Heather, put down the gun. You love her. You don’t want to hurt her. You know that.” 

Heather jumped a little at the sound, her pistol clicking softly as her sweaty palms tightened their grip. She was quick to turn her body around to face him with the gun aimed directly at him as she spoke. “Don’t pretend like you know me or her. You don’t know our relationship. She wants this just as much as I do.” 

“You know she doesn’t look at her. Look at what you’re doing to her.” 

Heather’s eyes drifted to you, chained to the bed, watching as you hyperventilate softly. Heather felt her bottom lip quiver before she looked back at Spencer. “She’s just scared. You’re making me do this. She knows you’re making me do this.” 

Spencer’s eyes drifted to your crying form on the bed, trying to keep your sobs quiet as you stared at him with wild eyes. He glanced over at the morphine drip next to your bed before his eyes settled back on Heather. His lips parted to say something more, but she cut him off quickly, “Put your gun down, and I won’t do it.” 

Heather’s body language gives her away as she motions for him to put his gun down, her eyes crazed and large, her hands shaking and rigid against her pistol. “I’m not going to-” 

“Put your fucking, gun down, or she dies,” Heather yells so loud that it elicits a soft sob from your lips, your arms coming up to protect your head, ready for the shot to be administered and for your brains to be blown out in front of Spencer in that very moment. 

Spencer holds up both of his hands at that; he swears he can hear the soft sounds of sirens in the distance as he lowers his gun to the floor slowly, his foot gently kicking the gun away with a soft ‘clack.’

“Now you,” his calm voice says as he raises his hands, inching closer. Tears stream down Heather’s face now as she shakes her head gently. 

“I have to,” Is her tear-soaked reply as she keeps the barrel pointed at Spencer’s head, her fingers twitching lightly as they move for the trigger. Your shaking voice cuts through the scene, and Spencer is pretty sure it’s the only thing that is stopping him from diving for his gun a few feet from him. 

“Heather, baby,” Your voice betrays you as you speak the pet name, coming off a little too forced, but you continue anyway. “He can help. You don’t have to hurt anyone else. We can be happy, and we can get away. He can help, right?” Your arms relax around your head slowly as you look over at Spencer, who nods silently. 

“I can, but you have got to put your gun down.” 

Heather chokes out a strangled sob as she looks over at you, watching as you smile at her. You know it’s forced, but Heather can only view it as the prettiest thing she’s ever seen—a great parting gift. 

She feels spit thick on her tongue as she evaluates her options: kill Spencer and go to jail. Kill you, and she might not have enough time to kill herself. Killing herself seems like the best plan out of the three, so she holds her gun steady at Spencer as she looks at your now bleeding smile. 

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” Her voice is soft, almost so human that you feel your heart clench in pity before that clenching feeling turns into pure anxiety as you see the movement of her arm. Spencer’s feet aren't quick enough for him to tackle her to the ground as Heather raises the gun to her temple and pulls the trigger. 

Her body drops to the edge of the bed, sliding down it as you feel blood coat your legs. Your ears are ringing, and your mouth is wide open as you scream. At least you think you’re screaming. You can’t hear much but a pathetic muffle of the sound as the ringing in your ears increases.

Your hands are quick to try and wipe off chunks of what looks to be part of a skull off of your exposed stomach, and you can’t seem to stop staring at Heather’s limp body at the edge of the bed. The image of her mangled head oozing blood has you gagging softly, feeling yourself getting ready to be sick before you feel two hands cup your face. 

You’re screaming or sobbing; you can’t tell anymore as Spencer Reid’s face blocks the view. He keeps your face steady in his hands as you try to read his lips, your breathing heavy as he strokes your hair gently. His voice creeps in through the ringing until you eventually hear the soft repetition of, “I got you, look at me. Just keep looking at me; you’re safe.”

You feel your breathing slow, your arms reaching up to grab him before your eyes roll back as your body slumps against Spencer’s, and everything is engulfed in black.

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11 & 10 with Raph, a sort of confession\first kiss type of deal please! I need my boy to discover being loved.

-justalotoffanfic ❤️

Oooooooooooooo. First kiss. I think you might like reading this if you haven't yet, But Also Thank You for Requesting on Blurb Day! Let's have Pining Soft Raph to fight off those Mikey Brooms for a bit, eh? (edit: uh..... I guess this turned out more pining Reader and hopeless kiss. oops) also, sorry i forgot to do this with the other side blog requests but @justalotoffanfiction

Being with Raph wasn't always....a straight line. The curve of progress sometimes doubled back on itself, or stalled for a bit before resuming at a glacial place.

It was easy enough to understand, you thought, watching him move purposefully through his workout, racking weights and eyeing the amount before he slotted himself underneath on the inclined bench. There were things you'd probably never know about, but the few big ticket items you had heard of left several things completely clear.

The Turtles had been hunted, and could be so again in the future. They weren't human, and people sometimes reacted badly to that. And the last thing, probably the root of your problem with Raph, was that there would always be someone 'better' for you, in his mind.

Someone that didn't live in the sewers, that didn't have a shell and a different amount of fingers, someone that didn't tower over you or place themselves in danger over and over again.

He was stubborn, you thought with an exhale, watching him knock off a weight from each side and slot himself under the bar once more, the suicide set causing his muscles to twitch under the exertion.

You watched the tensed line of a vein curling over his tricep, the little hollow below his elbow dipping in and out of existence with each flex. Your eyes followed the strain of his deltoid where it disappeared under his plastron-

"Whatcha thinking about, sweetheart?" His gruff voice called, words bitten short from exertion, and you blinked, pulled from your line of perusal.

"What?" You asked back, shifting in your seat, playing innocent even as you drank in his figure again.

"There's something rattling around in that pretty head of yours," He paused, knocked off another pair of weights, and you followed the beads of sweat running down the back of his elbow without conscious thought. "Gotta be something you're not telling me, isn't it?"

Your mouth pulled to the side, not quite a frown, not quite a smirk, and you finally stood when he paused once more, chest heaving as he re-racked the bar and glanced your way.

You could be stubborn, you reminded yourself, but another little voice echoed the words, sounding a lot more sure of itself than the immediate bravado. You could also push too hard.

"I just..." You trailed off, but Raph ducked a shoulder and leaned forward, resting his shell against the bar. He lifted one eye ridge towards you, clearly waiting.

When you still couldn't get the words out, he gestured you over with a jerk of his head, repeated the motion with more sass when you took too long.

When you finally stood in front of him, eyes taking in how his plastron swelled with each breath, the obvious way his arms had all but doubled from the exercise, you swallowed heavily.

Raph snorted at your ogling, one large hand coming up to tuck against your waist. "I uh," He tapped his fingers, slowly, against the back of your hip, obviously thinking, " I don't.... I really don't wanna end up doing the wrong thing here, sweetheart, but-"

He broke off, staring at your face, and you couldn't care less who moved first, just that you did-

And you were both stubborn idiots, it seemed, because you both bobbed when one should have weaved, and the first time you missed completely, lips nudging along cheeks instead of finding each other.

Your fingers found his jaw halfway through his eye roll, and his hand cupped the back of your head through exasperation more so than any tender feeling, but the tiny well of ire at how stubborn he was disappeared the second his lips landed true.

They were wide, and soft, and you could tell he was trying so hard to keep it sweet. After the third tentative scrub you finally lost your patience and opened your mouth to lick against his lower lip, and he pulled back with a grunt and a look in his eyes that promised retribution.

You grinned at him, feeling drunk, and a little bit stubborn yourself.

[winchesterwild78]

Teacher

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Mention of divorce, Fluff, SMUT!, Protected sexual contact, Be smart, wrap it up people

A/N: Just a short story I came up with from another picture I was tagged in. I’ve never played guitar, so I’m just going with it. Please overlook any errors with the guitar lessons. 😂 Absolutely no disrespect to Jensen or his family. This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. All work is my own, and I do not give permission for it to be taken without my permission. Feel free to like and reblog.

Minors DNI 18+

You’d been a teacher for over 10 years and loved working with children. It had been something you’d wanted to do since you were little. Before Summer Break you would always ask your teachers for extra worksheets so you could play teacher over the break. You’d make your brother and sister play with you. You of course were the teacher. 

After breaking up with your husband you decided a move and change of scenery was in the cards. Your parents had moved to Texas a few years ago, so you decided to head home. They were letting you live with them until you got on your feet. 

You adored your parents, but as a woman who was almost 40 you didn’t want to live there long. So, you got a local teaching job and offered private guitar lessons on the side. Stacy, a colleague of yours suggested you advertise in the local paper, and on Facebook marketplace. So you did. 

Her husband offered you a space at his building so you had somewhere neutral to meet people at. You were so grateful, because he didn’t charge you rent. Any money you made from the lessons went right in your pocket. 

You checked your email after dinner and saw an email from someone asking for lessons. You emailed the person back, who said his name was Jay, and gave him the details. The two of you agreed to meet Thursday at 6pm. You offered the first lesson for free, that way the both of you could get a feel for each other. You could make sure they weren’t crazy, and find out how much teaching they needed, and they could see if you could offer them what they needed in lessons. 

The week went quickly and it was time to head to your first lesson. You were excited and hoped “Jay” was not psycho and you could actually have a client. You arrived at the space and started setting up the room. Stacy’s husband had put a couch, chairs and tables in the room to help make it comfortable. You were grateful to have such a nice space to hold lessons in. 

About 10 minutes to 6, you heard a knock on the door. “Come in” you called from the other side of the room. “Hello, I’m looking for Ms. Y/L/N, I’m Jay.” You turned around to greet the man and stopped dead in your tracks. “Um, you can call me Y/N.” Standing before you was none other than Jensen Ackles. You’d been a fan for years and really couldn’t believe he was standing in your studio. 

He stepped forward and extended his hand, “Hello, Y/N. I’m Jensen, but you can call me Jay.” You shook his hand, “Honestly, I know who you are. I’ve been a fan for years. I understand if you’d rather not go forward with the lessons.” “No, darlin’ I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with who I was. I hope you understand.” You nodded, “So, Mr. Ackles, if you’re ready to get started we can. I have my clients start playing so I can see what you know and what you need to practice. I’m ready whenever you are.” 

Jensen took out his guitar, “Please, call me Jensen, and I’m ready.” Jensen started playing and you watched intently. The way he gripped the fretboard had you biting your lip. His pressure was perfect and his fingers held the pick like he was holding something delicate. 

He flicked his green eyes up at you as he played, and you swallowed hard. Damn how am I going to teach him how to play guitar when all I can think about is his fingers playing my body like he’s playing the strings on that guitar. God is there nothing he can’t do?! 

Jensen stopped playing and you looked at him confused. “Jensen, are you sure you need lessons? You sounded great, and your grip is perfect.” “Yeah, I like to practice and I figured I’d hire someone to give me pointers. I’ve been writing songs with a buddy of mine, and I want to contribute more to the band.”

“I understand that. I’ll be happy to help with whatever you need.” For some reason after you said that blush filled your cheeks. Jensen smirked at you, “I’ll keep that in mind, darlin’.” The rest of the session was filled with small talk, and he showed you the song he was working on. You gave him some pointers on it, and when he made the changes he thought it sounded better. 

The lesson was supposed to last an hour and when you finally looked at the clock you realized it was almost 9pm. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, Jensen. I didn’t realize what time it was. I monopolized your whole evening.” Jensen took your hand and smiled. Electricity shot through your body and your breath hitched. “It’s okay. I really enjoyed my time with you tonight. When do you think we could continue the lessons?” 

“Um, I’m available whenever. Honestly I don’t have much of a social life.” “Well, how about we meet back here tomorrow night at 6, I’ll bring dinner, and we can work some more.” “That sounds great, Jensen. I can’t wait.” Jensen stood, and put his guitar away, “Great, it’s a date.” 

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah, it’s a date then. See you later Jensen.” Jensen stepped towards you, your heart pounding in your chest, he was inches from your face. “See you later, Y/N.” Then he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. The two of you exchanged phone numbers so you could text whenever you needed to.

He spun on his heels and left you standing in the middle of the room. You touched your cheek and let out the breath you were holding. You closed up for the night and walked to your car. As you got in your car your phone went off. 

Unknown: Hey, it’s Jensen. I hope you don’t mind that I'm texting you. I really enjoyed my time tonight. Looking forward to tomorrow.

You: Hey, Jensen. Yeah, it’s fine you texted. I enjoyed tonight too. I’m looking forward to tomorrow too. I’ll bring dessert. 😀

Jensen: Sounds great. Would you mind texting me when you get home. I just want to make sure you get home safely.

You: Yeah, sure.

You put your phone down and started driving home. You smiled thinking Jensen wanted you to text him. Honestly you felt like you were dreaming. Jensen Ackles was your client, and was texting you. How is this real life?

You pulled in the driveway and walked in the house. Your mom was on the couch and your dad was asleep in the chair. “Hey honey, you’re home late. How did the lesson go?” “Oh, hey mom, yeah it went a little over. We are meeting again tomorrow.” “That’s great, dinner is in the fridge if you’re hungry.” You walked over to your mom and hugged her, “Thanks mom. I appreciate it.” 

Walking to the kitchen you pulled out your phone and sent Jensen a text.

You: Hey, just wanted to let you know I’m safely at home. About to eat some dinner.

Jensen: Glad you got home safe. Thanks for letting me know. So, what’s for dinner?

You smiled at your phone. He’s really wanting to chat with me. Oh I hope I don’t embarrass myself.  

You: Mom made supper and put it in the fridge. I’m not sure yet. 

Jensen: That’s sweet. So, you live with your parents or did your mom just cook you something.

Shit, Jensen, now you’re going to scare her away. Why ask her if she lives at home. What does it matter?

Jensen: I’m sorry, that came across as intrusive. I didn’t mean it like that.

You: It wasn’t. Yeah I moved back in with them not that long ago. After my divorce I needed a change of scenery so I came home. Just trying to save up some money to move out on my own. 

Jensen: I’m sorry to hear about your divorce. Speaking from experience they can be hard. 

You: Yeah, they aren’t for the faint of heart. It looks like mom made roasted chicken, potatoes and veggies. 

Jensen: Yum, sounds delicious. I can let you go so you can eat.

You: You don’t have to. I can chat and eat. If you want to.

Jensen: I do.

You: So, what’s Jensen Ackles doing taking guitar lessons?

Jensen: I’m just trying to hone my skills so I can get better at it. Figured I’d get pointers from a professional.

You: I can appreciate that. As a teacher I try to learn what I can and invest in my knowledge when I can. Practice makes progress. 😀

Jensen: So true. If you don’t mind me asking, how long were you married?

You: About 13 years. We just drifted apart and were more roommates than anything. We decided to split, so I moved back home.

Jensen: I’m sorry. That’s tough. 

You: Thanks. So enough about my failed love life. What got you interested in music?

Jensen: I’ve always played and music helps me relax, so I wanted to explore music as an outlet to help with stress.

You: That sounds amazing. I’m glad I can be a part of it.

Jensen: Me too, I can’t wait for our session tomorrow. 

You: Me either. Well, I hate to cut this short, but I need to get ready for bed. I have to be up early for work tomorrow.

Jensen: No problem, I understand. Thanks for chatting with me. I’ll see you tomorrow.

You: Yeah, thanks for chatting. I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Jensen.

Jensen: Good night, Y/N. Sleep well. 

You put your phone down and smiled. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Putting your dishes in the sink, you went upstairs to take a shower and get ready for bed. When you finally crawled into bed, you were too excited to sleep. Thinking about Jensen and the kiss on your cheek, made your heart flutter. You finally fell asleep after laying awake for at least an hour, thinking about him and what tomorrow night would bring. 

The next day at work you couldn’t help but wear a smile all day. Your colleagues and students noticed it. Stacy walked up to you after dismissal, “Hey, girl. What’s got you smiling so much?” “Nothing much. I just feel like things are starting to fall into place. I have lessons lined up, I love this job, and I just feel free.” She hugged you, “I’m happy for you. What are your plans for this weekend?” “Well, I have another lesson tonight, but I'm not sure about the rest of the weekend. I think I’m just going to relax.” “That’s great, well I’ll see you later, bye Y/N.” “Bye girl, have a great weekend.”

You gathered your stuff and headed towards your car. You noticed a text from Jensen, “Hey, how was your day?” You smiled and sent him a reply, “It was great, how was your day?” “It was good. I volunteered at the kids’ school today, so that was fun. I’m looking forward to tonight.” “Me too, I’ll text you more when I get home.” 

You drove home and went inside, greeting your parents. “Hey, mom. I have another lesson tonight, so I won’t be home until later. I’m getting dinner out tonight.” “Okay, sounds good.” 

You went to your room, grabbed a change of clothes and went to take a shower before you had to meet Jensen. Before jumping in the shower, you sent Jensen a text.

You: Just got home, jumping in the shower. 

Jensen: I’m glad you made it home safely, and thanks for the image. 😉

You looked at his reply. Is he flirting with me? 

You: You’re welcome. 😉 Getting in now. I’ll be right back.

Jensen: I’ll be waiting.

You took a quick shower, dried off and looked at the outfit you picked. Suddenly it didn’t seem good enough. You sighed and started looking through your clothes. You’re overthinking this. He’s there for lessons, nothing more. Get that out of your head. Oh but good lord did you see how his fingers pressed on those strings, and how his hand held the guitar. You bit your lip thinking about Jensen. 

Grabbing your dark blue lace bra and matching panties, you slid them on. You decided on your favorite jeans, that fit you just right, and one of your band t-shirts. You decided to leave your hair down, but grabbed a hair tie for later. 

Grabbing your phone you sent Jensen a text.

You: Okay, I’m done and getting ready to head out the door. I’ll be at the studio shortly if you decide to come early.

Jensen: Great, I’m almost ready so I’ll be heading that way soon too. What are you wearing? 😜

You: *sent picture* 😉

Jensen’s name kept popping up showing he was texting but nothing came through.

Shit! I shouldn’t have sent it. Great, now he’s thinking of a way to back out. 

Jensen: Wow, you look beautiful. I can’t wait to see you in person.

You: Thank you. I can’t wait to see you either. 

You blushed as you put your phone away. Heading down the stairs your mom looked at you. “Well don’t you look beautiful, must be some lesson.” She winked at you. “Mom, I’m just wearing jeans and a t-shirt.” “Okay, baby. Have fun tonight.” “Thanks mom, bye.”

You stopped at the store and grabbed a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, you knew it was his favorite and headed to the studio. As you walked up to unlock the door you heard a sultry voice behind you, “Hello, darlin’.” A shiver went down your spine. You knew it was Jensen before you even turned around. 

You turned and smiled, “Hey, Jensen.” You looked him up and down, damn did he look good. You bit your lip as a slight blush filled your cheeks and a yearning filled your core. Unlocking the door, the two of you stepped in. “Let’s sit everything down over here on the counter.” You motioned towards the counter on the right. 

Jensen sat the food down and saw the cake in your hands. “Did you really get a cake?” He asked excitedly. You nodded, “Yep, chocolate with chocolate frosting. Your favorite.” Jensen smiled at you and stepped closer to you, putting his hands on your waist he pulled you close. Your breath hitched. You could smell his intoxicating cologne. He smelled woodsy and like mint. 

Jensen brushed a stray hair back and hugged you, “Thank you.” Your heart was racing and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You swallowed hard, “You’re welcome, Jensen.” You whispered. 

The two of you stared at each other for a few minutes before pulling away. Jensen cleared his throat, “So I hope you don’t mind, but I picked up some BBQ from my favorite place downtown.” “BBQ is perfect, thank you.” Jensen pulled the containers out of the bag and you grabbed plates and silverware. The two of you grabbed some food and started eating.

The conversation over dinner was comfortable. Both of you talked about your family, you talked about your job, and the conversation drifted towards both of your failed marriages. You learned his marriage ended kinda like yours did. He and his ex just drifted apart. They both were gone all the time, and even though they tried to make it work, they just grew apart. 

After the food was done, you were cleaning up and Jensen got out his guitar and music. While you cleaned, he played and sang. You could listen to him sing all day long. You stopped cleaning and leaned against the counter watching him. 

The intensity in his eyes drove you wild. As he sang the vein in his neck popped out and you gasped. The shirt he was wearing showed off his toned body, and as he played his biceps flexed, causing you to clench your thighs and bite your lower lip. 

Jensen looked up and noticed you were watching him, he also noticed the pink in your cheeks. He smiled at you. His green eyes seemed to sparkle. You finished cleaning and took a seat next to him. You were so flustered you could barely play your guitar, and he laughed. “Come here darlin’, let me show you the cord. He grabbed your hand and placed his fingers on yours, helping you play the notes. His hot breath rushed across your neck and his body pressed firmly behind yours. 

Your breath hitched as you felt his firm fingers on yours. You turned your face to face him, “Jensen…” Before you could finish your sentence, his lips pressed against yours. You pulled back. “Oh god, I am so sorry, Y/N.” Jensen jumped up and started to pack his guitar away. You walked over to him, touched his arm, “Jensen, it’s okay.” He stood up and looked at you. You stepped closer to him, looking in his eyes. He closed the distance between you two, cupped your face in his hands and crashed his lips on yours. 

You melted into his touch, and moaned in his mouth. His hands slid down your arms and pulled you by your waist closer to him. Your hands went behind his neck and your fingers danced in his hair. 

Both of you deepen the kiss, Jensen’s tongue licked your lips, begging for entrance. You parted your mouth and soon your tongues were doing an intricate dance in each other’s mouth, fighting for dominance. 

Jensen walked you back to the couch, not parting from your lips. Soon the need for air became too much. You both pulled away panting for air. Jensen sat down and pulled you down on his lap. You were straddling him and he pulled you back into his lips. 

His hands traveled up your shirt and held onto your back. You could feel his growing erection and it excited you. Jensen’s fingers played with the hem of your shirt and you leaned up, giving him permission to remove it. His hands slid down and pulled your shirt up and over your head. 

Jensen’s eyes turned dark with lust when he saw your lace bra. You could almost hear a low growl. You were self-conscious about your body and tried to hide a little. I mean, this is Jensen Ackles, he has dated and married movie stars and models. “Baby, don’t hide your body, you’re perfect.” He kissed down your collarbone, to your covered breasts. 

You threw your head back at the contact. God his lips and fingers felt amazing on your body.

Jensen leaned forward a bit, and removed his shirt. Exposing his perfectly toned body. You groaned and danced your fingers down his chest. Jensen stood, lifting you up like you weighed nothing, spun you around and gently laid you on the couch. “Can I take these off?” He asked, motioning to your pants. You nodded yes, not trusting your voice. His fingers brushed against your skin as he unbuttoned the top button and unzipped your pants. 

Your breathing grew faster as your heart pumped wildly in your chest. You lifted your hips and he pulled down your pants and panties in one pull. He groaned when he saw your exposed body, laying, waiting for him. You laid on the couch, in nothing but your bra. Jensen’s hands slipped behind you and you leaned forward letting him unhook your bra. As you laid back down, Jensen’s fingers danced over your shoulders and slid down your straps. Lightly raking your skin with his fingertips. 

Goosebumps erupted on your skin as he touched you. Exposing your breasts, Jensen leaned back looking over your now naked form. You wanted to hide your body, but he wouldn’t let you. You were breathing faster as the anticipation in the room crackled with thickness. Jensen stood and removed his pants and boxers. 

You let out a shuddered breath as you took in his perfect, toned body. His cock was hard and longer than you expected. You bit your lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape your mouth. 

“You okay, sweetheart? Are you sure you want this?” “Yes, Jensen. I’m sure.” Jensen nodded and kissed down your torso. He used his fingers to part your folds, feeling how wet you are. His fingers danced in and out of your folds, pressing your engorged clit, like he was playing an instrument. He knew how to work your body, like he had been doing it for years. His strong, calloused fingers found their way inside you. You moaned and gripped the couch as he hooked his fingers up. “Oh Jensen. Just like that. Oh god that feels so good.” Jensen’s fingers moved in and out of you, while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. You felt yourself getting closer to your release. Flush filling your face, sweat beading on your forehead. Your ragged breath mixed with the instinctive moans filled the room. “Come on baby, I can feel you getting close, just let go for me. You can do it.” “Oh Jensen, I’m gonna cum!” “Cum for me, Y/N.” With that you were pushed over the edge. You came hard, so hard you saw stars. 

Jensen rubbed until you were a squirming mess under him. As he helped you ride your high, he removed his fingers. You moaned at the loss of fullness. “You ready for me, sweetheart?” “Yes, Jensen, I need you. Please.” 

Jensen retrieved a condom from his wallet and pumped himself a few times before putting it on. He slid it on and positioned himself between your legs. The tip of his cock pushed past your folds and into you. As Jensen pushed in, both of you let out a primal moan. He stopped, trying not to cum. “Sorry I need a minute.” He whispered. You giggled. He leaned up and started pumping in and out. His lips landed on yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Jensen was gentle with you, and with each thrust he stretched you like you’d never been stretched before.

His hands explored every inch of your body, your eyes kept finding each other’s and each time, Jensen softly kissed you. Every thrust, every touch felt like home. Your body was his and his was yours. Even if just in that moment. Jensen pulled you on top of him as he sat up, not pulling out of you. The change in position had you gripping his shoulders as you rode him. He was deeper than he was before. Each bounce sent you closer to your second release. You began bouncing as Jensen sucked on your breasts. “Jensen, I’m gonna cum again.” “Me too, cum for me baby.” You came hard around his cock, your walls squeezing his shaft and pulling his release out of him. With a thrust and a grunt, Jensen came too. Shooting his load into the condom. 

As he finished, he leaned his forehead against yours and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Both of you had a light sheen on your bodies from the sweat. Your face was flush and so was his, and both of you were softly panting. 

You slowly got off of him, making sure not to pull off the condom. Moving to the side, Jensen stood, placed another kiss on your lips and walked over to the trash can to remove the condom and clean himself up. You started to pull on your clothes, when he walked back over. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you again. “That was amazing, Y/N. Absolutely perfect.” You smiled, “Yes it was, thank you, Jensen.” He smiled and kissed you again.

You both got dressed and sat on the couch, holding each other. The room was filled with silence. Clearing your throat, you sat up and looked at him, “So, what does this mean? I’m fine if it was just to blow off steam. I just want to know.” “Well, I’d like to see where this goes, if you’re up for it.” Jensen looked at you as he said it. “Really, Jensen? I would love that.” “Good, because I’ve always wanted to say I was hot for teacher.” You laughed, and so did he. 

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[star1ight0]

MHA/BNHA EXAM HEAD CANNONS!

It's the last exam of the year for me and I'm stressing. So here we are. Requests are open be respectful and mindful when making them.

Character listed: Ejiro Kirishima,

Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya,

Ejiro is definitely serious about exams and studies for them a lot but not the point of exhaustion.

He would make sure to help you with anything you didn't understand making sure you are both adequately prepared.

If he noticed you overworking he'd force you to eat and nap with you.

In the event you burn out or anything of the sort he'd take care of you.

If it was more of a motivation thing he'd let you study alongside him offering help where and when he can but also giving you lots of works of encouragement, affirmations, kisses and cuddles

No matter the result he'd be proud of you and celebrate no matter what.

Katsuki would most definitely offer to let you study with him but otherwise he'd tell you when he was planning on doing so, just so you could avoid disturbing him for unimportant reasons.

If you were struggling in any subject he'd take it upon himself to help out, making sure by the end of the session you made at least some type of progress.

If you overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion he'll take care of you only after he gave a 30 minute lecture on how overworking is only harming you in the long run.

In the event of burnout and or exhaustion afterwards he'd take care of you, finding small ways to keep your mind off scores or anything of the sort

He'd set a goal for you to reach making sure it was reasonable for you such an I'd you got an __% to reach for at least 10-20% more on the next test

No matter what as long as he knows you tried your best he'd tell you at least once he was proud of you followed by a kiss.

Izuku would study prefusly but knows his limits and would offer to study together mostly so he could be around you

If you'd struggled with anything, he was a nerd and could almost always help.

He likes to hold you a lot so between breaks he'd probably lean on you or cuddle with you.

In the event of overworking yourself he'd probably notice before it got bad warning you it could fall back on you.

If you didn't listen and burnt out anyways he'd comfort you with kisses and such.

No matter the score he would buy you a gift for working hard making sure to give lots of words of affirmation.

Shorter than what I wanted sorry

[sofie-toffy]

Deadplate! RoVince (Vince x Rody)

“Hey Vince? If it’s alright, can i ask..how did you lose your sense of taste? If i remember you lost it when you were younger, right?”

There was a waver in Rody’s voice, afraid that Vince would be offended by the question, refusing to answer. However, quite the opposite happened.

Vince turned to him, a small silence between the two before he continued.

“Well, yes. I lost my taste buds when i was around 10, I suppose. I had gotten ill…I was so sick at that time that my immune system started to weaken, and i ended up with a taste disorder in the end.”

The raven haired continued, a gleam of guilt in his eyes. “I remember my parents, they were so worried when they looked at me, i was weak and i nearly died, actually…Sorry to say this so suddenly I don’t mean to-”

“No no! Not at all! It’s perfectly fine…And if it’s alright, may I ask you another question?” The redhead asked, to which Vince nodded in reply

“…What’s it like? Not being able to taste?”

A puff of smoke came out of Vince’s cigarette, his voice coming soon after

“To be quite frank, It’s plain awful. With every meal, every dish you eat, it tastes like nothing. All you can feel, all you can rely on is the texture of the food. And I can never understand what the food critics say about my food, because I can never taste it.” He whispered, a small blush adorning his cheeks and a thump beating in his heart. He only confessed this to a few people, to which their replies weren’t in the least bit positive. There was something in Vince’s stomach that would toss and turn, hoping Rody wasn’t like those people. It’s been over a year since they’ve met, a year since he began to trust him, little by little. He wouldn’t know what to do if that trust was broken.

They stood in silence. Vince didn’t know what to do, what to say. During all his life he craved for silence. But he hates when Rody has nothing to say, especially in this situation. His throat was dry and there wasn’t anything left to say. All Vince did was look down in shame, avoiding Rody’s gaze.

He didn’t know that the reason for that silence was because all that Rody could do was look at Vince in awe. Vince, an all renowned chef, owner of a michellin star restaurant-

“I know what you’re thinking. Vince interrupted his thoughts “Isn’t it ironic to be a chef who can’t taste? I mean- what kind of moron chose this for his career”

“What?! No! i wasn’t thinking that at all! I think it’s sort of cool, in my opinion” Rody’s olive eyes gazing softly into Rody’s charcoal ones.

“Pfft- yeah right, whenever i confess my story to my colleagues all I get in return are pitiful looks or looks of scrutiny” He scoffed, unbelieving.

“I’m telling the truth Vince. You really are amazing. I mean sure- it is ironic to be a chef and not being able to taste- but isn't that what makes you even greater? You ignored everyone’s judgment and followed your own path…and to think you lost your taste from an illness you nearly died from…I hope you know you deserve everything you’ve worked hard for.”

Vince couldn’t help but gaze up at Rody, sitting straight on the bench, as he observed the blunt waiter shiver from the sudden blow of wind. “It’s a lie” His brain reasoned. Rody’s a friendly guy, of course he’d compliment people easily. But there was a small ounce of hope that the lie wasn’t really a lie at all. That Rody really thinks of Vince that way, despite all his flaws. He wishes to any God out there that every word he spoke was how he really views him. It didn’t matter if other people didn’t view him like that, so long as Rody did

“Right…thank you, Rody” Vince could tell from the sincerity in Rodys eyes, he really did mean it. And he could also tell from the glow on Rody’s face, he’d be in trouble. His face wasn’t glowing in actuality, the moon was a mere crescent and the trees were covering the light. But how is it that Vince could only describe Rody’s face as something from a painting? From his little beauty marks to the freckles adorned on his nose, they all seemed to unsettle the poor chef’s heart.

(A small part of a fanfic im writing on ao3. Idrk if its good i wrote this at like 1 am. I’ll check it later)

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55651204/chapters/141258526

[creedslove]

I have an idea. I don't know if it is ok or you'll like it. Something with Javier Peña. Y/N and Javier are partners. At first they bicker a lot. Cannot stand each other etc. Then became friends. They are both moody hehehehe. Reader is American or English ( you decide ). So she has to go back and only way for her to stay and work with Javier is having a citizenship. And the easiest way is marriage. Javier doesn't want her to go, she doesn't want to leave him. They are not brave enough to admit their feelings. So Javier proposes to her. Saying he needs his partner. They act like a real couple around people. Kiss, hug, pet names etc. Then slowly they do those things at home without even realising it. Maybe it could turn into series. With some agnst and fluff? Protective and jealous Javier. Equally protective and jealous reader. Thank you for your time! 💚

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: I'm so sorry it took me forever to do this, I hope it's nice ❤️

• ever since you got to Colombia you and your partner Javier wouldn't stop bickering

• he was just so annoying, all the time smoking and flirting around, sleeping with hookers and having the attitude of a 10 year old, while you got under his skin and took every ounce of patience he had

• he didn't know exactly why, maybe it was because you didn't respond to his initial flirt or because unlike most of the women around Javier, you didn't seem affected by his charms

• you just treated him like any other guy, nothing special about him, you couldn't understand the fuss

• so the first couple of months, was kind of a pain in the ass to work with him, but eventually you got used to each other and at the same time you realized Javier wouldn't change, he also realized you wouldn't jump into his bed

• and that made your work dynamics better through the months, and soon enough you and Javi were able to work without any troubles

• not only that: you two ended up becoming friends

• and a year passed very quickly, you and Javier were each other's most meaningful relationship even if you didn't have anything sexual or romantic going on

• he just trusted you and you trusted him, you two looked out for each other and your partnership was very successful

• until the day you got some immigration letters saying you'd have to go back to your country because your permission to stay in Colombia had expired

• you didn't have many options to stay, they were all out of reach and you had accepted you would have to return home and leave your current life behind

• and Javi too

• you were upset, but that man was heartbroken

• he didn't know how to explain, but he didn't want to be left by you, he wanted you to stay next to him and he said it was because of work, of course

• but you both knew it was something more, and yet, neither of you said anything about it

• as Javi read the documents, he came across one very important information: you wouldn't have to go back if you were legally married

• so he came up with a solution: he would marry you so you could stay

• and you laughed really hard

• after all, it was Javier Peña talking about getting married

• but he was serious and you could tell the moment he groaned annoyed and asked you if you wanted to do it or not

• so his plan was simple: marry you so you would stay and you two would act as a couple in love in front of people

• it was a crazy idea, but it could work, so you agreed and in less than a week, you and Javi were signing the papers in the courthouse

• and that was when you became Mrs.Peña

• in front of other people you and Javi acted like a newlywed couple: holding hands, pecking lips, giggling and seeming always affectionate

• at home you were yourselves again, you even told Javi he could still go to his girls as long as he was discreet about it, because you didn't want a scandal

• he seemed pretty satisfied, but the reality was that he never returned to any of the whorehouses he knew after he got married, it just seemed weird to him

• and when you two were at home, he began acting a lot sweeter too

• he would help you with dinner or at least with the dishes; whenever you were taking notes or reading something at the table he would tuck a strand of hair behind your ear

• or he would rub your shoulders whenever you were too tense after work

• the peak of Javier Peña's sweetness was when he offered you to paint your toenails

• you were a little surprised but he said he would do it so you could relax, and while he did a pretty decent job, you fell asleep

• so you began being very sweet towards Javi too, wanting him to feel as good as he was making you feel

• you would offer him shoulder rubs and you would rest your body against his whenever you two watched television

• and one night he took too long to arrive, you knew he had a dangerous stakeout with Murphy and you were worried by minute as he didn't show up at home in time for dinner

• the moment he finally walked through the door you ran to him, wrapping your arms around his body and kissing his lips

• it got pretty difficult to hide how much you liked each other after that

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[getmeoutofhell]

Ethan Landry x Shy F reader

warnings: mentions of reader getting killed at end

a/n: i tried my best to make this a “shy” reader. i’m terribly sorry if this is not the best.

requested by: @smoothestkoala

it was 1:00pm and you were getting ready to go and visit ethan at his place for the first time.

you guys starting ‘talking’ after you met him at sara’s place a month ago. you were hella nervous since this was your first time ever going to any guys place.

you did have a little crush on him. but you didn’t plan on telling him anytime soon for your own sake.

you headed to your car to head over to ethan and chads place.

gosh your nerves were bad. you didn’t understand why your body acted this way, especially around boys. but now was not the time to complain. hopefully you don’t embarrass yourself in front of him or anyone else today.

you then knock on the door. you waited for about 10 seconds until you heard someone on the other side. “hello? it’s y/n.” you felt a little embarrassed for waiting outside the door, but didn’t wanna think to far into it.

a few seconds later ethan opens the door.

“hey y/n. sorry it took so long i was in the middle of something.” you smiled at him. “no worries it’s okay.” he the opens the door fully to let you in.

“you can come and sit anywhere. make yourself comfortable.” he states to you, trying his best to not be awkward.

you slowly walk over to his couch and have a seat. you then take your phone and sit it next to you on the couch. “so ethan, how have you been?” you ask him, hoping the awkwardness would end.

“i’ve been doing pretty good i guess. how have you been? you go anywhere lately?” he looked at you with curiosity, waiting for a response.

you softly chuckled. “i don’t really go anywhere much. but i’ve been pretty good.” you smiled. “that’s great. would you like some water, pop, or something?”

“yeah i could use some water.” you thought his gesture to give you water was very sweet of him. you watched him get up and disappear behind the corner.

you were strolling on your phone when you saw ethan head back in with two bottles of water. “here you go.” he hands you one, then sits next to you again. “thank you.”

“would you like to watch something on tv? we have netflix.” you looked at him. “yeah sure.”

you ended up staying at ethan’s till around 6 and headed home. you thought he was sweet and kind, and wanted to go back to his place again in the future. your crush on him started to get worse and worse over time as you guys started talking.

*time skip some weeks*

overtime, you stared opening up more to ethan, telling him about you and your past and what you wanted to do in your future. he always listened to everything you told him, giving you hugs and words of comfort.

you eventually started heading over to his place every weekend, sometimes spending the night if he asked.

it was now around 9, and you were saying your goodbyes to ethan, getting ready to head home.

“i’ll text you later.” ethan told you.

“okay. thanks for letting me come over again. i really appreciate it.”

“you’re welcome beautiful.” you felt your face heat up, and your stomach turn at his kind words. before you walked out, ethan walked up to and gave you a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. you had the ugliest grin on your face as you walked to your car. maybe you’ll confess your feelings sooner than you thought.

*ethan’s pov*

after y/n left i went and sat back down on the couch. i took a long deep breath, and sighed. since the first time i saw her, i knew i would have a hard time. she’s a beautiful women. full of love and happiness, and i have to take it all away.

i feel my stomach turn in disgust thinking of the fact that this was all a set up. apart of our plan. she has no idea. no clue. that her days are coming to an end.

i can’t do it, i won’t do it. she’s the first girl i felt that actually likes and cares for me. i have to tell my dad i can’t do it. i can’t take my loves life.

@smoothestkoala i’m so so sorry is this is not what you wanted. i’m trying to get better, and thank you for requesting!! ❣️❣️

[lunacry029]

🔥 Last Of Romance 💋

The next day, Kenji was stressful after back from short trip. He goes back and forth to think how to make sure you and Emi safe at the same time. When Kenji get alert from Mina, Emi start to little crack from her form. While Emi crack, you been throw away by evil people at Kenji's front house from the car. Then you run as fast as you can to meet Kenji in the house even though you are hurt on ribs.

Kenji was surprised. He hug you tightly and feel so relief that you still safe but a little wound on your lips. Then, you and Kenji saw that Emi have a wings in front of your eyes. Not long after that, Emi start to crawling to balcony. From afar, They saw the Kaiju or Emi's mother. Suddenly you got call so you pick up at front Kenji's house. Without delay time, Emi fly away. And then! Mina start to warning the bomb are coming.

The house explode! You at front door throw away back. A minutes later, you start to wake up from pass out. You feel dizzy but you keep strong and run into the house. When you saw Mina pick up the plank of wood, you help her to save Kenji.

You : Kenji! Wake up! (Pull out the plank of wood)

Mina : (crack voice) Ken! Are.. are you alright?

Kenji : (still pass out)

You : Kenji.. please wake up.. don't leave me.. I need you.. (cry and hug him) Please.. please Kenji..

Kenji : (cough) Oh my..

You : OH MY GOD! (hug tightly)

Kenji : ow ow .. (rub your back) I'm here..

When Kenji wake up, Mina start to broke down. So she gave her word to Kenji and you before she gone. Now, Kenji start to save back Emi meanwhile you repair Mina in your workshop.

After the big explosion, Kenji now in his bedroom. 3 days pass, Kenji still no different till one day~

Mr sato : you sure you don't need my help? (Walk at front of house)

You : It's okay Mr. sato... I will make sure he alright..

Mr Sato : alright.. just don't push yourself too hard..

You : Ok Mr. Sato.. please take care..

After Kenji's father drove away with his car, you in heart broken sit beside Kenji. Watch his face, lips and body. Then you sleep while holding hand.

Kenji : Y/n.. Y/n..

You : Kenji?

Kenji : I want to say sorry..

You : Why?

Kenji : I'm sorry that I have to leave you.. I need you to stay strong without me..

You : No! You promise me! (Start to cry) Please.. I really, really need you..

Kenji : I'm sorry, Y/n

Kenji start to fade away. And you wake up from dream. Before you turn your head, you feel Kenji's hand careless your hair. You slowly hug him and lay down at his chest..

You : Kenji.. I have a bad dream..

Kenji : (kiss your forehead) shhh.. It's okay.. I'm here now..

Days goes by, Kenji finally recover. The sky paint light blue, you and Kenji together with Mr. Sato to send back Emi and her mother to Kaiju Island.

So the end of the story~

Behind the scene

In the elevator

Mr Sato : It's been awhile..

You : Yup.. been awhile.. Mr. Sato

Mr Sato : how is he?

You : Same old.. stubborn..

Ding!

Mr sato : I will make sure he will propose to you soon..

You : (blushing)

Take care of Kenji

This was after Kenji wake up but you force him to do nothing.

You : (spoon the porridge to Kenji) Ah~ um~.. it is good?

Kenji : (nod) hm.. a bit of salty.. but it's fine..

You : I know you miss your donuts..

Kenji : And I know I miss you too.. (flirt)

Mr sato: (Coughing) hm hm..

You : Okay.. I got work to do.. uh.. well.. bye.. (out and come back) Love you (kiss Kenji Lips before go to work)

While you watching Kenji's mother memory at basement alone

You : (cry)

Kenji : (pass the tissue) you almost watch this about 10 times.. why you keep crying?

You : (sobbing) you know woman.. I'm total understand her.. I know I'm not the mother but I can feel it ..

Kenji : come here (stroking your back) shhhh.. I know we miss her a lot.. but the important thing is we will remember her in our memory..

Well.. no wonder why you being quiet because you in deep sleep after crying. Kenji carry you like a bride style to his bedroom.

(note : I think I can do pov more because all the story I made are mostly slightly from the movie scene.. I'm not strong in imaginary person .. that's all from me~ tq for supporting me)

~ The end ~

[azurlily]

Day 9 of 31 of the yandere month May challenge. This yandere is more than intense so DARK DUCKING THEMES.

So my mental health hasn't been the best lately. I'm sorry I didn't post day 8, I'll be getting it out whenever I can. This one ain't all that long, I apologize.

Azula has been your "friend" for a good couple years. When you start pulling away, you see just how fucked up she is.

Yandere!Azula ANGST

"It's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal."

Over and over again. You hear those words leave Azulas mouth. She always has a reason, you hate it. You hate that you cant just say no to her. To her no, means "willing to just don't want to."

You've told her time and time again. She refuses to listen, Azula thinks that it's fine. She's not getting hurt, she's not getting in trouble. She thinks it's okay and that you enjoy it. She thinks you enjoy being her punching bag, her scapegoat, her guard. Her everything.

All of the truly important people have been replaced, by you no less. You hate it, hate the idea and hate the jobs. It isn't fun and more times than not it's just Azula saying or doing bad things. You thought she'd grow out of that.

Azula always called you a friend, and you did too. You didn't notice her relying on you, you didn't know what it ment. To Azula, giving up so much power, to her ot means she trusts you. She trusts you more than any other friend.

You're not though, not her friend. No, to her, to Azula you are a suitor. And a good one at that. She wants to marry you, and she assumed it was obvious from how she acted around you. You chalked it up to her using you.

One day, oh that day. Azula had wanted to test one of her new tricks on you. In reality, she wanted to hurt you so you'd need to rely on her for once. It was a smart plan in her mind, except you hate the power she holds over you. So why would you give her more?

You didn't. When she attacked you, you fought back. You didn't(couldn't) win, but that's okay. You just showed Azula you aren't her puppet. You aren't her toy for when she's bored.

You had fallen to the ground. You were shaking, you're not used to trying to hard in fights. Azula really is on another level. Speaking of Azula, she was standing over you. Pissed. Why would you fight back? She knows(thinks) she isn't subtle, she assume you figure out her plan.

Did you not want to be coddled? Well too bad. Seeing how hard she hurt you, the chance of you getting out of bed for the next few days. They're utterly slim.

You had found your way up, trying to walk away. Azula tried helping, but you flinched and pushed her away. You told her to stay away, and this time as well as every other time. No means no. She needed to understand that before coming near you again.

"What? What the hell are you talking about? I know that no means no, I've never forced you to do anything. You always changed your mind!"

Lies. They're lies and she knows it. You can see it on her face. You walk into the palace, into your room. You refused food, water, and most importantly Azula. Anytime she tried coming in, it was like you just knew. Like you had a sixth sense for her(for danger).

Finally Azula decided that this whole "giving you space" thing. It wasn't going to work, neither would apologizing, mainly because she wouldn't. Instead she broke into your room, it was late, so late you'd fallen asleep. She stood above your bed, her cheeks glowing red.

"You look so cute when you're sleeping. If only your actions were as cute during the day."

She puts a hand on your cheek. A few stray flames warming your cheek. You feel it, feel the warmth. You shoot up, slamming your hand against Azulas chest. It didn't do anything but surprise her. She stood there, she looked like a kid getting caught stealing a cookie.

Your eyes finally met, you were afraid of what you had seen in hers. Frenzy. Pure fucked up, frenzy. She looked at you the way you'd look at prey, but at the same time. The way you'd stare at your partner of 10 years. With unmoving, and unwavering adoration.

Finally you move your hand away from her chest. You scooch further into the bed. Away from her. You ask her why she's here, what she wants. You see the frenzy die down, slowly calming down. A dark smile, Azulas face finds it way to her face.

"I'm here because you refused to let me in. What do I want? In terms you'll understand. . .you. I want you in every sense of the word, and I've almost convinced my father. Just a little more and you'll be my wife."

You were appalled by her words. You tell her to get out, you yell that she's a monster. She smile is still there, it's different now though. Before it was smug, cocky, scary, mean. Now it's dark, cold but at the same time hot, psychotic, and down right fucked up. It looks like someone you'd see from her father, that monster of a man.

"You will be my wife. Cry all you want, I'll be here to catch you when you fall. I intend to make you perfect, all I have to do is help force you to love me."

Her grip tightens, the smile fading, but the darkness not leaving her eyes. She leans closer, her forehead pressed against yours.

"I'll make you see. I'm better, better than anyone. I don't need to hurt you for that."

"I'm sorry for hurting you, but please love me."

Those are the words that refuse to leave her mouth. The words she could have said, if not for her pride.

"Hate me if you want. Giving in though, that would make me nicer. You know it too, just-"

You slapped her across the face. You yelled at her and probably woke a few servants. Your glare is hard and unwavering.

"Fine then. Violence wasn't my first choice, but you refuse to listen."

That night all you felt was the excruciating pain of Azulas fire. The morning after she was different. Not colder, nor did she have those crazy eyes. She was just herself, if not a bit touchier. She acted like she'd done nothing wrong, and even bragged to Mai about you accepting her proposal.

You just sat and listened, trying to hold the tears back. You didn't notice it, but Mai did. You didn't notice how no matter how long she talked to Mai, her eyes never left you. When they did, it was to blink, or to looked away when you looked at her.

Azula knows, she knows what's she's done. She knows she'll end up living with it, that in reality this is just a step to changing her relationship with you. Azula knows she's a monster in your eyes, and that not fine. It's never going to be fine. Sadly she brought this upon herself.

All Azula can do it hope the gifts, the attention, the love. She hopes it's enough, because if not, if not. . . She might do something to herself she's going to regret later.

[maggiedelusional]

Let Me Go || Part 10

Pairing: Hangman x f!reader, Rooster x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST (but you knew that), minor character death, Some Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Reader is married to and shares a child with Hangman. Life and circumstances drives reader into Rooster’s arms, but Hangman isn’t giving up that easily.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Author's Note: The long awaited Part 10. So this is the final part of the story, but there is still an epilogue coming (actually already started writing it as we speak or rather type). Sorry for the long wait once again, school and law school apps really got the best of me. But I did end up getting into law school with a great scholarship so yay! This chapter was so hard to write, I really kept going back and forth on how I was gonna end it and I know I'm not gonna make everyone happy with how I ended it but I think I went the best possible and realistic way that's healthy for all the characters involved. And I am really happy with what I came up with. I also had such a bad case of writer's block but thanks to some brainstorming with one of my best friends (who I forced to listen to the plot of the story). He helped me come up with an ending I was happy with. So thank you again for your patience and I also I wanna apologize to everyone who asked to be in the tag list that I didn't add, its impossible to keep track of who asked. But without further ado, here is Part 10 of Let Me Go!

You needed a moment to gather your thoughts before responding to Jake's plea. You took a deep breath and wiped the tears from your eyes.

"Jake, of course I still love you," you said, your voice quivering slightly. "But that's not the point. Love alone is not enough to fix what's broken between us."

"I know," Jake replied, his eyes downcast.

"You also have to understand that what I had with Bradley was not the same as what we have," you continued. 

"Yes I fell in love with him. How was I not supposed to? He loved me when it felt like you could not, he loved me selflessly and loved our daughter like his own. I can’t just ignore that.” 

"You fell in love with Rooster…." Jake repeated, voice low and full of despair.

“I thought it was you and me forever Sweets. I can’t believe you’d go back on our vows and leave me for Rooster!”

“And its not just you and me (y/n), we have a daughter! Imagine how confusing all of this is for her!” Jake was fuming once again, clearly jumping from the bargaining stage of grief back to anger. 

“You didn’t think about our daughter when you fucked that corpsman!” 

“That’s different (y/n)! She was a stranger, you fell in love with MY friend. Someone I thought was JUST your friend.”

“This is different," you said, feeling a mix of anger and frustration rise in your chest. "Rooster is not just a friend, he's someone I have a deep connection with. And I know it's hard for you to understand, but I can't just turn off my feelings for him."

Jake looked up at you, his expression a mixture of hurt and anger. "So what are you saying, that you want to be with him instead of me?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying," you replied firmly.

Jake's eyes widened as he processed your words. "So what is it? You're just going to leave me here, alone and broken?"

The anger began to rise in you as you spoke. "No, Jake, I'm not leaving you alone and broken. You did that to yourself when you cheated on me. You broke our trust and shattered the foundation of our relationship. And now you have to deal with the consequences."

Jake's face fell as your words hit him like a ton of bricks. "I know what I did was wrong," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm willing to do anything to make it up to you. I love you, (y/n), and I don't want to lose you."

Your anger began to boil over as you listened to Jake's pleas. "Love is not enough, Jake," you spat out. "It takes more than love to build a strong and healthy relationship. It takes trust, honesty, and respect. And you betrayed all of that when you cheated on me."

Jake hung his head in shame as you continued to speak. "I need time to heal and figure out if I can ever trust you again. And right now, that means being on my own. I can't just forgive you and forget what you did. It's not that simple."

“And I know you said that you’re willing to forgive my relationship with Bradley, but we both know that the hurt lives in you, you cannot just instantly forget what Bradley and I shared.”

Jake looked up at you, his eyes pleading. "Please, (y/n), don't do this. I know I messed up, I know we both did, but I'm willing to do anything to make it right. Please do this with me"

"We had your chance, Jake," you replied, your voice stern. "And we blew it. I shut you out rather than figure it out with you. I fell in love with someone else.We both need time to think and figure out what's best for ourselves and our daughter. And right now, for me,  that means being away from you."

Jake's eyes filled with tears as he realized the gravity of the situation. "Please don't do this," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "I need you, (y/n)."

But you stood firm in your decision. "I'm sorry, Jake. But we can't keep putting ourselves and our daughter through this pain. We need time apart to figure things out."

Jake looked at you, sadness etched on his face. "But what if we can't make things work? What if we can't get back together?"

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. "Then we have to accept that and do what's best for our daughter. We both love her, and we'll always be there for her."

“I love you (y/n), I always will, no matter what.”

“I know Jake.”

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"We need to talk"

“Can I come over?”

His heart rate picked up as he replied, "Of course”

“I'll be there in 10 minutes."

Bradley quickly got up from bed, threw on a hoodie and pants, and sat on his couch as he waited for your arrival. The minutes felt like years as he tried to control the thoughts racing through his head. Was something wrong? Was everything okay with Jake and Astrid? He had to find out.

When he heard a knock on the door, he noticed that he forgot to turn the lights on, probably a result of his distracted thoughts. He opened the front door and waved for you to enter.

"Hey," you said, walking into the living room. "Thanks for letting me come over again, for the second time tonight. I know its late"

"Of course, what's going on?" Bradley asked, concern etched on his face.

You took a deep breath before speaking. "Jake and I are separating."

Bradley's heart dropped as he heard the news. He knew how much you loved Jake and how much you wanted to make things work with him, despite everything that had happened. But he also couldn’t forget your year together.

He knew he shouldn't feel happy that your marriage was falling apart, but a small part of him couldn't help feeling hopeful for what it might mean for him and you. But he quickly pushed those thoughts aside, knowing that this was not the time or place for them.

 "I'm so sorry, (y/n). Are you okay?"

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "No, I'm not okay. But I need to be strong for Astrid.”

Bradley wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "You don't have to do this alone. I'm here for you, (y/n). Whatever you need."

You shrugged off his embrace, which you have never done before. This action took Bradley by surprise, and he couldn’t lie hurt a little bit. But he knew that there was a large weight you holding on your shoulders, one that you were mustering up the courage to tell him.

“I need to leave, I’m moving back to San Diego. I’m going to take Astrid with me.” 

“You’re leaving?” Bradley couldn’t believe it

“But..how about us?” 

Bradley knew it was selfish asking about his standing with you after you told him that you and your husband were separated. But the thought of losing you and Astrid left his body feeling like its been hit by a truck. 

“Roo.. I love you.”

Surprise painted Bradley’s face upon hearing your words, you finally told him those 3 little words that he’s been desperately waiting for. 

“But I can’t be with you. Jake cheated on me with another woman. But I am not innocent in this situation. I fell in love with you knowing that there was another man that I promised my life to. He hurt me, but I’ve hurt him just as much. And its not okay.”

“I am so in love with you but I need to get away from here. I don't know what I want right now, and I need to figure things out on my own.” 

As the words left your mouth, Bradley felt like the ground beneath him had given way. He had hoped that this would be the moment when you would finally see him as more than just a friend, and he got his wish.  But now, it felt like the walls were closing in on him.

He tried to keep his voice steady as he responded, "I understand, (y/n). Take all the time you need." His eyes were burning, and he struggled to keep his composure. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you now, after all this time.

You looked at him with a sad smile, and his heart broke a little more. "Thank you, Bradley. You're a good friend."

Friend. The word echoed in his mind like a taunt. He had been fooling himself all along, thinking that he had a chance with you. He couldn't help but wonder if he had missed his shot.

Before you could leave, you turned to him and said, 

"I hope that there will be a time for us but not right now."

“I promise,maybe one day when my head is less fucked up, and I can give my entire self to you and I can give you all the love you deserve. When I’m ready, I will come back for you. If you’ll have me..”

Those words left him feeling even more uncertain. He didn't know when you would be ready, or what you would say when you finally did reach out. All he knew was that his heart was breaking, and he didn't know how to fix it.

As he watched you walk out of his apartment, he couldn't help but feel like everything was slipping through his fingers. He didn't know if he would ever get another chance with you, and that thought left him feeling empty and alone.

Bradley closed the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. He knew that he needed to give you the space you were asking for, but it felt like the hardest thing he had ever done. All he could do now was wait, and hope that one day you would come back to him.

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After you returned home, you saw that Jake had some of his belongings packed in a bag. You made eye contact with him as he walked down the stairs, hating yourself for hurting not just him but Bradley as well. But you knew this is what you all needed. 

“Thank you for staying with her, while I went to talk to Bradley.”

Jake felt his throat get dry at the sound of his rival’s name, biting down the bitter remark that would leave his mouth, knowing that it would do nothing to help the situation. Choosing to plop himself down on the couch.

“I went to tell Pixie goodbye but she’s still asleep. Can you tell her for me?”

You gave him a small nod in response.

“I’m going to stay at a place on base, give you your space.” 

“Thanks Jake, I promise we’ll only be here for a few more days. Until I make arrangements for me and Astrid to get back to San Diego…. Penny said we could stay with her until we find our own place.” 

“Are you sure leaving is the best thing to do right now?”

“I think its the only thing that makes sense for me to do right now.” You replied, sternly. 

Silence hung in the air as Jake stared at you, processing your words. You could see the hurt and confusion etched on his face, and you wished that things could be different. You wished that you could turn back time and make different choices, but you knew that was impossible.

After a few moments, Jake nodded slowly. "I understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't like it, but I understand."

You let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. "Thank you," you said, your own voice barely above a whisper. "I just need some time to think things through."

Jake stood up from the couch, his eyes still fixed on you. "I'll give you all the time you need," he said. "But just know that I love you, and I'll always be here for you and our daughter."

You managed a small smile, grateful for Jake's words. "I know," you said. "And I love you too. But right now, I need to be on my own."

With that, Jake nodded and headed towards the door. Before he left, he turned back to look at you one last time. "Take care of yourself," he said softly.

You didn’t understand why but that exact moment you remembered the day of your wedding. 

The wedding took place on a the beach next to the Hard Deck, where you first met, with soft white sand and the sound of the waves crashing in the background. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the entire scene.

You wore a simple backless satin white gown with a slit and court train that flowed behind you as you walked down the aisle. Jake had never seen anymore radiant or breathtakingly beautiful.

Penny held your arm tight, as you both made your way down the white aisle in the sand. She was the closest thing you had to family since your mom died and it meant so much to you that she not only planned the whole event but also wanted to be the one to walk you down the aisle.

As you reached the altar, you looked up and locked eyes with Jake, a dashing naval aviator in his dress uniform. He wore his medals and insignia with pride, and the way he looked at you made yout heart skip a beat.

You and Jake agreed to not write vows, you knew how you felt about each other and you didn’t feel the need to have to express it with words. Which is why it surprised you when he pulled a piece of folded paper from his pocket and started reading. 

“My sweets,

I stand before you today, in my dress whites, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. As a naval aviator, I have flown through the skies and seen countless wonders, but nothing compares to the beauty of you. You are my everything, my anchor, my inspiration, my love.

From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. Your spunky attitude, your unwavering ambition, and your stunning beauty captivated me from the start. I have never met anyone like you before, and I never want to let you go.

As we stand here today, I want to promise to always support you in your dreams, just as you have supported me in mine. I promise to stand by your side through thick and thin, in good times and in bad. I promise to cherish every moment we spend together, and to never take our love for granted.

I promise to be your rock, your confidant, and your partner for life. I vow to always make you feel loved, respected, and cherished. I will be there for you in every moment, whether it's sharing the highs of your accomplishments or the lows of your struggles.

Together, we will create a life full of adventure, joy, and love. I am so grateful to have you as my partner, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you more than words can express, and I promise to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.

Yours forever,

Zuko

You felt tears swell in your eyes at his admission, you had never felt this much love from anyone, and here is this man promising you love and devotion forever. None of it felt real. 

“Jake… I-i I didn’t have anything prepared…” You whispered cheeks red in embarrassment. 

“You don’t need to Sweets, I wanted you and everyone here to know I felt about you.”

“You show me how you love me every single day and that’s all I could ever want.”

You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes. 

You exchanged rings, Jake took your hand and lifted it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your skin. Before he gently took your face in his hands placing a soft delicate kiss on your lips.

You smiled and blushed, feeling overwhelmed with love for your husband.

After the ceremony, both of you as husband and wife took a walk along the beach, hand in hand. Jake  swept you bride off your feet and carried her across a shallow part of the water, causing you to laugh and giggle like a child.

At the reception, You held each other tightly as you swayed to soft acoustic playing out of the speakers. You were surrounded by their family and friends, who toasted to your happiness and future together.

As the night drew to a close, Jake took your hand and led you away to a secluded spot on the beach. You sat down on a blanket and watched the stars twinkle in the sky, cuddling close to each other.

Jake whispered sweet nothings into you ear, telling you how much he loved you and how grateful he was to have you as his partner for life. You shared a tender kiss as the waves lapped at your feet, promising to love each other forever. 

That memory flashbacked in your mind, cracking your already broken heart even more that it already was. But you were set in your decision, you two were different people then. With different dreams, love untainted by time and circumstances. You don’t know if you could ever go back to the way you were.

You nodded, watching as he closed the door behind him. Alone in the quiet house, you let out a deep sigh and let the tears fall freely once again. You didn't know what the future held, but you knew that you needed to take things one day at a time. For now, all you could do was focus on yourself and your daughter, and try to heal from the pain and heartbreak that had consumed your life.

You are going to be okay. You and Astrid are going to be okay. 

______________________________________________________________

“Mom! Hurry up! I’m supposed to be at practice in 10 minutes!”

Your 8 year daughter was such a stickler for punctuality, you honestly sometimes questioned if she really was your daughter. You had the tendency to be fashionably late (if fashionably was 30 minutes), taking your time to make your way to events. 

“The field is 5 minutes away Atty, you’ll be fine.” 

“That’s what you said last week, but I ended up being 10 minutes late to warm-ups!” 

She pouted as you walked out into the foyer pulling your shoes onto your feet.

“Coach wouldn’t let me play the first half!” She continued. 

“Well don’t worry Sweetie, you make such a pretty benchwarmer.” You joked pinching her cheeks. 

You were greeted by your daughters scowl, she looked absolutely terrifying for a little (*ahem* big) girl dressed in a bright yellow soccer uniform, pastel pink cleats, and pigtails. 

Her punctuality and her terrifying glare, two things she’s inherited from her father. 

You dropped her off at a mostly empty soccer field, with only the two coaches and 2 other players occupying the area. 

“Where is everyone?” 

“Coach moved practice to 30 minutes later.” Your devious daughter smiled coyly. 

“Astrid Eleanor Seresin…did you just lie to your mother?” You raised an eyebrow at her. 

She quickly opened the car door and rushed out. 

“Omission is not a lie!” She yelled as she ran away. 

“Casey’s mom is dropping me off at home!” 

“Okay! I’m gonna see Auntie Penny!” 

“Tell her her I said Hi!”

You chuckled as you watched her retreating figure get further into the field. What kind of 8 year old knew the word “omission”? She no doubtly learned that from her father. Classic Jake. 

You put your car back in drive and made your way to the Hard Deck. 

“Hey Sweet Pea! Where’s my sweet little goddaughter?” Penny asked from behind the counter as you walked into the bar. 

It was still early afternoon so the bar was occupied by the bar staff getting ready for a night of servicing navy men. 

“Soccer practice.” You replied. 

“You said putting her in sports will tire her out but its somehow made her more energetic.” You groaned taking a seat at the bar. 

“She is her father’s daughter.” You heard a voice quip originating from the supply closet. 

“Hey Mav.” You smiled at the captain, 

“Hey (y/n), you and Atty still coming for the barbeque on Thursday?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Atty says no one can grill em like you.” you responded. 

“That’s why shes my favorite.” Mav smiled with a toothy grin as he returned to the storage closet. 

“Sweet Pea, do you mind manning the bar for a second? I’m sure no one will come in, but just in case. Last time I left Pete unsupervised he dropped a whole pallet of beer.” Penny sighed. 

“It’s been a little while, but sure Penny.” 

“Anything for you.”

“Thanks Sweet Pea”

It was strange to be behind the bar, you and Astrid had been back at Fightertown for the past four years. 

It was really hard to explain to her the situation, but she was a smart child. She knew there was more going on between you, Bradley, and Jake than you let her in on. She knew that space from her Uncle Roo Roo and her Daddy was absolutely necessary for her mother’s well-being, and she was more than willing to be amenable to change if it meant you were happier. 

You eventually found a little one story house near Penny (and now Mav’s house), it was small but it was cozy and it was more than enough space for the two of you. You found a job in a nearby law firm, where you rose up the ranks and got your own corner office. 

You finally got the time to relax and breathe, to really focus on yourself, your dreams, and your daughter. And finally after 4 years, you finally felt at peace. 

The pain and the trauma will always live within but you have gotten to a place where you are content with your life and your past because it led you full circle. In Miramar, right where you belonged. 

As you stared down on the bar and wiped down the glasses reminiscing on your life, you didn’t notice the figure that walked into the empty bar. 

He plopped himself down in a stool in front of you and cleared his throat. 

You looked up and made eye contact with the figure and smiled. 

“Hey”

“Hi”

It honestly felt like coming home

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