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angels-fantasy · 21 days

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Girl let me just say your fics are superb and thanks for the quirkless child one I requested with Bakugou! I promise I’ll leave you be for a bit in a second, but… post final war; everyone who has came out alive clearly is suffering from injuries, health issues, and trauma (both physical trauma and mental trauma) no? So how about a Bakugou x Reader with a reader who was essentially Bubbly, Firery and Energetic, to after the war who is exhausted, is often having nightmares over Bakugou cause well he nearly died, sleep deprived and basically depressed because I can guarantee nobody should be sane after a war, especially not children like our lovely highschoolers. Please make it angst to comfort, because seeing how Bakugou also has developed I’m sure as sad as he would be he would also be understanding and try to be comforting (despite his awkwardness). I’d appreciate if you could get this done to be as close as possible (and maybe just a little long than the one I requested last time- no pressure) BUT if anything you find in my request may be too triggering or something feel free to make it less triggering and change it, I just ask if you can keep the same vibe and theme with the reader who changed drastically after the wars and is getting comforted by Bakugou, Angst to comfort (duh), thank you so much, and I hope I’m not troubling you too much! — An anon who enjoys suffering, angst, and comfort ((SAC) Anon); (get it? Suffering, Angst, Comfort, SAC, wait that has a good ring to it, damn I have a new alias, I’ll shut up now)

I'm Okay, As Long as He's Here (Request)

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Details/Warnings: reader has a panic attack and nightmares!! pls be weary of this. angst to fluff, well, my attempt at angst lol

Word Count: 1k

thank you for your request and the support :D it means a lot to me 🩷 btw don't ever feel like you're bothering me or like you need to leave me alone! i like talking to everyone :) also this is a good little plot, but im not the best at writing angst but this is helping me improve i think, so please tell me how i did! i really hope you like it SAC anon hahah

Before the war, you were a different person. Looking at you now, no one would ever guess you were once a bubbly, out going person. But Katsuki knew you were, and sometimes, he missed the old you.

It was hard to watch you wake up crying in the middle of the night from your horrible nightmares of the war. Some being about his near death experience, and others being about him dying in other ways.

Some nights, you didn't sleep at all, and it was really showing.

"Hey, keep your head up. I don't want you to fall asleep." Katsuki said. It was already months after the war, so you were all back at school, but you were one of the few students that was struggling the most.

He definitely has his struggles too, but he knew he had to be there for you, because yours were much worse.

You opened your eyes wider, trying your best to stay awake. "Sorry. I couldn't sleep last night."

"You havin' nightmares again?"

You nodded, he sighed.

"Come sleep in my dorm tonight. You sleep better with me and you know it."

You agreed and continued trying your best to stay awake for the rest of the day. Occasionally, Katsuki would have to wake you up or remind you to stay awake. The lack of sleep made it hard to focus, especially in Hero Training. Thankfully, Mr. Aizawa and the rest of the teachers were understanding of the students who were struggling.

Once school was over it felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. You knew you had homework to do, but right now you'd rather sleep. Or at least attempt to. Since you were going to be with Katsuki tonight, you were probably only going to have one nightmare. Plus, he'd be there to comfort you.

Following your boyfriend to his dorm room, you immediately changed into some of your clothes that he had there for you, and then laid down on his bed.

For a while, you just silently watched him as he sat at his desk and did his homework, something you should also be doing.

"What're you starin' at?"

You smiled, but not as brightly as before, "I'm just admiring you."

He huffed, "Good, I'm awesome."

Rolling your eyes, you said, "And there he is."

He laughed and continued doing his homework. You just continued watching him, because it was something that comforted you. It was a reminder that he was okay and alive.

Knowing he was safe right in front of you, you fell asleep.

...

You didn't know what time it was, but it must've been late since the room you were in was dark.

You clutched your chest as you sat up in bed and breathed heavily, feeling tears prick your eyes.

Of course, you had another nightmare again. This one in particular was about Katsuki, and he was in the arms of Shigaraki. You saw the villain use his Decay quirk on him, and your boyfriend began to crumble away but you were paralyzed in your dream. There was nothing you could do.

The nightmare felt so real and so scary, like they usually do. You felt so helpless and scared. The evil that emitted from Shigaraki and All For One was something you'd always remember.

You subconsciously began to rock yourself back and forth and made self soothing noises as you continued to have a panic attack. They never got easier, or less scary as time went on. It always felt like you were going to die.

Your panic must've woke Katsuki up, because you suddenly heard his voice calling out to you.

"Hey, hey! Breathe baby, you gotta breathe." He said.

You shook your head, "I-I can't! It hurts. I'm scared, I'm gonna die!"

He carefully grabbed your hands and held them in his. He took one of them and brought it to his chest near his heart so you could feel it beat.

"What is my heart doing right now?" He asked. This was a method he used to ground you during these situations, especially because he knew how you felt about him and his safety.

You looked at his chest, "Beating. Your heart is beating."

"Right. Now what do you feel here?" He asked, now placing a hand on the blanket that was on top of you guys.

"The blanket."

"What does it feel like?"

"It's soft and fluffy."

As he continued distracting you from your panic, you eventually calmed down. You were still crying a bit, but he held you in his arms as you let it out.

"He killed you Katsuki. I was so scared, and I couldn't do anything!" You cried into his chest.

He rubbed your back, "You know that shit isn't real, no matter how real it feels. I'm right here living and breathing. I'm safe, okay?"

You nodded and sniffed, "Okay." You placed a hand on his chest over his heart and felt it beat, the steady rhythm of it comforting you.

Katsuki grabbed that hand and kissed the palm of it, "Love you. I'll be here all night, 'kay?"

"I love you too. Thank you."

"It's no problem."

The next morning, you felt more rested than usual. It must've been because you only had one nightmare, which was an improvement.

You noticed you woke up before your boyfriend, so you just let him sleep a little longer while you got on with your morning routine. You had a lot of your own things in his room, including an extra toothbrush which you were thankful for.

When he eventually woke up, he walked over to you and hugged you tightly.

"You feelin' okay?" He asked.

You nodded as best as you could in his tight grip, "Mhm."

"Be honest."

"I am! I feel a lot better than last night." You insisted as you pulled away slightly, still keeping your arms around him.

He hummed and kissed the top of your head, "Mkay. Wanna sleep with me again tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll bring more clothes later."

He smiled, "'Kay. Let's go to class." He said and threw an arm over your shoulder, making you smile up at him.

Yeah, you knew things would be okay as long as he was around.

authors note

i hope you liked it! i'm sorry it was kinda short, i've been in a little writing stump but im trying to get out of it!

love ya 🩷

tags for bakugou fics: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot

#@angels-fantasy #fanfiction #fanfic #anime #writers on tumblr #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #angst with a happy ending #light angst #mha fluff #bakugou x you

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daydreamingyuta · 9 months

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127 as Little Acts of Love

(Sweet things I think 127 would do for their s/o to show their love.)

Taeyong:

He always looks at you with the most love and adoration in his eyes. He just adores you so much that he can't help but to just look at the love of his life. He literally finds it hard to pry his eyes away from you. He knows you can get a bit shy when he does this, but he always makes sure to tell you just how beautiful he thinks you are.

"You're staring at me again, Taeyong." You say, looking up from the restaurant's menu. "I knoww, I just can't help it. You're so pretty, angel." He says, looking at you with his boba eyes.

Taeil:

Whenever he knows that you've had a long day, he always makes sure to take care of you. He'll draw you a bath because he knows how much it relaxes you. He makes sure to put in all the little extra things that makes a bath perfect. He adds the bath salts, the bubbles, and places the book your currently reading on the ledge of the bath.

"Baby, did you make me a bath again?" You ask, feeling nothing but pure adoration for your boyfriend. He nods his head at you and kisses you on the top of your head, "Go relax and get your mind off of everything, and dinner will be done by the time you're out."

Johnny:

He always writes little love notes for you! He's very spontaneous about it, you never know when you're going to get one. This makes them so special because his love notes are always unexpected, and so sweet. He'll even hide some around your place so that it's an extra surprise when you find it.

You're getting ready for bed, feeling extra lonely now that Johnny is back on tour. You decide to do a face mask tonight because it's been too long since you've had a self care day. You take out the bear shaped basket that you keep your sheet masks in, and you notice a small folded up piece of paper in between two masks. You know what it is, and your heart skips a beat in anticipation for your boyfriends sweet note. "Hopefully you find this while I'm on tour, just know that I'm missing you so much. More than you know. I hope that your self care night is relaxing. Please send me a cute picture of you with your face mask on. - Love, Johnny.

Yuta:

He doesn't let you lift a finger. He carry's your bag every time you go out together. He gets all the groceries out the car in one go, so you don't have to bring in any. He doesn't even let you hold the umbrella over yourself. He'll locks his arm with yours, making sure to cover you completely, even if it means he gets rained on a bit.

"Yuta, baby, you're arm is getting soaked. Move the umbrella over." "Absolutely not, if you get a single drop of rain on you, i've failed as a boyfriend." "Yuta, you're always so dramatic." "You love it." He said, still refusing to move the umbrella over to him. You couldn't disagree with what he said, you did love everything about him.

Doyoung:

He has a list in his notes app of all the little things that you love. Every time you mention something, he'll sneakily write it down, so that he can surprise you with things that he knows you'll love. He has different categories all listed out. Your favorite foods, favorite type of flowers, and favorite jewelry.

Doyoung stands in the middle of the grocery store, phone in hand and notes app open. He's trying to decide which one of your favorite dishes he should make tonight, and which ingredients he needs. He settles on something he hasn't made for you in a while, knowing that the meal will make your night better. "Oh! I should make y/n a dessert as well!" He says, out loud, to himself. He gets a couple of stares, but he doesn't notice. He's on a mission to give his angel the tastiest meal.

Jaehyun:

He's a serial hand holder. Like his hand is always in yours. He thinks it's genuinely one of the most romantic gestures, so he does it all the time. It's also just very comforting for him, and he feels close to you when he's holding your hand. He also subconsciously always brings your hand up to his lips so he can give it a kiss

You switch your shopping bags over to your left hand, because your right hand was getting tried. Without even thinking twice, Jaehyun moves over to your right side so that he can continue holding your hand. "You're so cute, Jaehyun." "Hm?" He says, genuinely oblivious. "Nothing." You say back to him, giving his hand a little squeeze.

Jungwoo:

More times than not, he'll ask to facetime you at night. He loves to fall asleep with you over the phone. He wants to be close to you and spend all his nights with you, even though sometimes he can't be with you in person. At some point, he figured out around the time you do your skincare routine, so he calls you right before because he loves to watch. He even started doing his skincare routine with you over the phone.

As you wait for your toner to completely dry, you watch as Jungwoo struggles to wash his face because his hair keeps getting in the way. "Where's the headband I bought you?" "Oh!" He says, face still soaking wet, as he moves out of frame to get his headband. He comes back with it on, making him look like a cute bear because of the ears on it. He checks himself out in the camera, "Very handsome." You wish you could give him a kiss for his cuteness. You agree with him, and continue on with your routine.

Mark:

He loves to send you pictures of things that he finds beautiful. Just to show you that he's thinking of you, but also because he loves to share the beauty of the world with you. He has such a good eye for finding beauty in everyday things. The pretty sky, the green grass that practically glows in the summer, and gorgeous flowers.

Your phone vibrates and you see that you have a new text. Mark: I have a new picture for you, it's easily the most beautiful thing i've ever taken a picture of 🫶 You assume it's going to be another picture of the sky, because it looks extra pretty today. When you receive the photo, you see that it's a picture of you from the previous day. You hadn't realized he had taken it, it was of you at the brunch place you ate at together yesterday. Y/n: The most beautiful?? 🥹 Mark: Of course, baby.

Haechan:

He has a picture of you in his wallet. He noticed that his grandfather does the same thing with his grandmother, and he thought it was the sweetest thing. Literally bought a Polaroid for this very reason and had you do a little 'photoshoot' for him. If anyone asks to see a picture of you, he'll show them the Polaroid instead of one on his phone.

It's the seventh stop on tour so far. He always misses you, but this time, being away from you is hitting him so hard. He knows that your asleep, so he can't call you, even though all he wants is to see your pretty face. For right now though, he settles on taking the Polaroid out of his wallet. He sets it up so it's leaning against the lamp that's next to the hotel bed. He tells your picture all about his day and how amazing the concert went. If anyone would have caught him doing this, he would be so embarrassed, but he just misses his girl so much.

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fookingmuffins · 11 months

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Say something babe

James potter x reader

Angst

I have not written anything in years and English is not my first language, so pls be kind. I'm trying to do things that scare me (posting my writing) just to get over my fears, and I hope you guys enjoy. (Or not since it's angst sksksk) also, this is not proofread at all I kinda wrote it in my notes and ran imma edit it tomorrow when I'm not half asleep

Pic creds to @/sofflllll on pintrest

You giggled quietly as you were sneaking into the Gryffindor common room with the help of your best friend Penny to surprise your boyfriend. You had been dismissed from your last club meeting before break earlier than expected, and you were dying for a cuddle session after barely seeing him this last week with the many activities you had been doing from extra classes to the clubs you were part of.

"Oi potter! You got to tell me, mate, what's the matter between you and y/n?" You abruptly stopped with Penny looking at each other as you heard your name being mentioned between James and a voice you recognized as Castor, one of his quidditch buddies and a guy who had been randomly getting flirty with you despite your protest and the fact the whole school knew you were with James. You had mentioned to James how uncomfortable Castor made you feel before, but he brushed it off and always seemed preoccupied with other matters, assuring you Castor was just being a boy.

"What about her?" James said with an uncomfortable chuckle

"Well, you're clearly messing with Evans recently, so I was wondering where that would leave her at tonight's party?" You felt Penny squeeze your hand and pull it a little as tears welled up in your eyes. Messing with Evans? You had been with James for a year now, and you knew he liked Lily before, but that was long over before you two got together when they decided they were better off as friends. You held your breath as you waited for James to say something, to deny that something was happening between him and Lily and tell them off because you were his but all you heard was his signature boyish laugh that usually got you grinning like a fool and made your bad days better but this time all you felt was a knot form in your throat.

Penny tried to pull your hand to get the two of you out of there but all you did was shake your head and pull her back, you were frozen in place and needed to hear more despite everything in you telling you to run. "She's all yours if she'll have you mate. Might help me distract her a bit while Lily and I have some fun." A knot formed at the back of your throat, and you tried to swallow it as you blinked to stop the tears that were threatening to spill, but you just couldn't.

"OH come on, Potter, you cannot be serious, I really thought she was gonna be your wife once we left Hogwarts." You heard Percy, another teammate, say. "The girl seems head over heels for you and half the school wanted her, and she chose you"

"That's just it! She is so obsessed with me, it's suffocating! Definitely would never marry her. Can you imagine that? At Hogwarts, I at least get away from her when I'm in the common room, but having to live with her seems like torture to me. Especially with all her stupid friends always around" After hearing that you turned around leaving Penny behind and ran out of the portrait you had just been so careful to pass through unnoticed. You could hear Penny try to catch up to you and call out your name once you were a bit far from the Gryffindor entrance, but you just kept running, although you felt like you couldn't breathe and your vision was blurry. Had he always felt that way about you? Maybe you had done something wrong and that's why he was saying that. You probably were clingy, but you were just trying to help and show him you were there for him despite the many activities you had gotten yourself involved with since you joined Hogwarts.

As soon as you got into your dorm, you started packing the last few things you were gonna take over spring break, checking the time and realizing you could still make the night train. You were supposed to leave the next day with James and all of his friends after spending the day at Hogsmade, but he obviously would prefer it if you didn't. When you were ready you stood in front of your door slowly feeling the knot in your throat fade along with that uncomfortable pang in your chest, suddenly you felt nothing, It's like James Potter had so much control of my emotions you didn't know what to feel anymore.

When you made it on the train, you sat in an empty cabin away from the few passengers who were also on board and just stared at the seat in front of you. You wanted to be mad to feel something, but everything in you had turned numb, and you felt sleep take over from the crying you had done earlier.

Part 2?

#james potter x reader angst #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter #james potter x lily evans #james potter angst #james potter x y/n #fanfic

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tkwrites · 5 months

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Better - Quinn Hughes x Sarah (ofc)

Photo from Pinterest

Title: Better

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Sequel to First Fight, Sarah meets Brady and Emma and is thrown into the world of hockey outside the rink. Jack and Luke hear about their relationship in a less than favorable way.

Word Count: 3,000

Comments: I had so much fun writing the last little bit of this. It just flowed out like water. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I have a pretty basic understanding of cephalopods, and I have no idea if people do research like this with octopus, so please take it with a grain of salt.

Let me know what you think and if there’s anything you’d like to see in their little universe!

Better

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

They set up the dinner. Brady and Emma would come to Quinn’s for drinks before they went down the street to De Beppe, Quinn’s favorite Italian place in the city, which happened to be within walking distance of his apartment.

Sarah was in one of the living room club chairs, looking so lovely. When he’d picked her up twenty minutes before, he’d lost his breath for a moment. She was in a dark green dress that sang against her skin, and pulled her eyes to a kind of teal blue. It accentuated her figure, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He was setting things out at the bar, when she stood suddenly. Her low heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked to him. He didn’t try to hide his stare.

“Pour me a shot."

He laughed.

“I’m serious, Quinn. Pour me a shot.”

“I thought you don't like shots.”

She’d been adamant about that at the movie theater when they’d been discussing which drinks to get. She liked something mixed, preferably fruity.

“I don't,” she turned around and began to pace, “I’m just nervous and it’ll take the edge off.”

Quinn walked around the bar and wrapped his arms around her.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” he said, “Brady and Emma are great.”

“They’re your first friends I’m meeting for real, like not just in passing. You’ve already met my roommates.” Her roommates weren’t really on the same par as Quinn’s childhood best friend, but they were the closest she had in the city.

He hummed in agreement. “It’s going to be fine.”

After fighting and making up, many of Quinn’s fears had been put to bed. He still wanted their opinion, but he felt more comfortable in his own decision now. She had pointed out something he did wrong without name calling, or tearing him down, and had taken responsibility - though she hadn't done much wrong - for her part in the argument. It was something June had never done.

He ran his hand up and down her back trying to soothe her. The soft feel of her dress had him thinking about taking it off again.

“You look really beautiful tonight,” he said, “did I tell you that?”

“You did,” she said, smiling.

He smelled especially good. It was possible that he smelled exactly the same as usual and her nerves were just heightening her senses.

Before he could follow through with kissing her, his phone trilled in his pocket.

She started and then laughed at herself.

He let them up and Sarah tugged at her dress before smoothing it over her hips. Internally, his knees buckled.

The elevator dinged and Quinn opened the door.

A very tall man walked in with a big smile and a big voice, “Quinner!”

They hugged fiercely. She could tell they were best friends even if she hadn't known. It was sweet to watch their reunion.

A very pretty blonde stepped around them and walked to Sarah with a kind smile. “Hi, I'm Emma.”

“Sarah,” she said, not sure if they should hug, or shake hands. She wished there was something between the two.

“You must be Sarah,” Brady said, practically bounding over to her.

She wondered how such a loud, happy, golden retriever of a man could be best friends with Quinn, who was happy, but quiet about it.

“Can I hug you?” he asked, “we're huggers.”

Laughing, she nodded and hugged him before embracing Emma.

Leaving the girls to talk in the living room, Brady followed Quinn to the bar. “Dude,” he said quietly.

Quinn felt himself smile.

“Where did you even find her?” He knew the answer, of course. They'd talked for more than an hour the day before and Quinn had given him the lowdown on what had happened in their relationship thus far.

“I know,” Quinn said.

“Y’know,” Brady said, glancing over at her, “she looks a little like Jameson Grady.”

Jameson was the it girl Quinn had pined for in high school. Brady had seen all of those years and liked to bring them up frequently.

“Yeah, I guess she does, a bit,” he agreed. He hadn’t noticed before, but they both had dark hair, light eyes and full hips. Sarah, however, was much kinder than Jameson had ever been. He couldn’t imagine a world where Sarah would laugh in someone's face if they asked her out.

“Brady told me you work at the aquarium?” Emma asked as they looked over the harbor skyline.

“Yeah, I do research with one of the octopus there for my masters program.” Sarah said, “what do you do?”

“Charity work, mostly,” she said with a big smile. “It’s difficult to have a consistent job with Brady’s schedule.”

Sarah nodded, worry edging into her mind. Was she expected to give up her work for Quinn? Was that the good WAG thing to do?

The boys came over then, Quinn with a rum cranberry for her. She couldn’t remember telling him it was her favorite drink. Maybe she’d rambled it at the bar on their first date. She was touched, he remembered.

They talked for a while before their dinner reservation. The conversation soon devolved into Brady telling embarrassing stories about a fifteen year old Quinn living on his own for the first time while Quinn blushed and looked chagrined.

“And then, before we knew it, there was butter all over the kitchen,” Brady said, making a huge exploding gesture with his arms.

“In my defense,” Quinn said, holding up his hands, “I didn’t know I was supposed to unwrap it before.”

Sarah giggled, but wondered how she would have survived moving away from home at fifteen. She barely handled the three hour move to college when she was eighteen.

Walking to the restaurant in the cool spring mist, Quinn held Sarah’s hand and tried not to think about who might be watching them on the street. Being so obviously on a double date, he didn’t want to set the fangirls ablaze trying to figure out who Sarah was. June had such an online presence before they were together that fans had instantly glommed onto her. June had welcomed the new followers.

Sarah was far more private - he’d had to request to follow her on Instagram - and he didn’t want to throw her into something she didn’t want.

They were seated at a table in the back corner of the restaurant. A few people watched them sit down, but true to Brady’s prediction, no one stopped them on their walk in.

They ordered a bottle of wine and appetizers and settled in for a long evening meal.

“Is it just me, or are those people staring at us?” Sarah asked Emma over her wine glass.

Emma glanced over. “They are,” she said, matter of factly.

“Why?”

“They’re probably trying to figure out if Quinn is actually Quinn,” she said.

“It’s so weird,” Sarah said, “I never would have guessed he would be considered famous.”

Emma leveled a look at her that instantly made Sarah giggle, “He plays for a Canadian hockey team. It’s like religion up here.”

“Do you think they’ll come over?” she asked.

“Probably not. Most fans are pretty respectful. Every once in a while, someone will stop us on the street, but hardly ever in a restaurant. The hardest thing to get used to is the staring while people are trying to figure out if it's actually them.”

“So, Sarah,” Brady cut in once Emma was done speaking, “tell us about your research.”

“Oh,” she paused to take a sip of wine. “I’m studying cephalopod social dynamics, specifically in octopus. Even though Octopus don’t live in clusters, they’re the smartest of their genus, so they’re a little easier to study as they’re not so baseline limbic.”

Brady stared at her. He’d always known Quinn was attracted to someone’s mind as well as their looks, but this was wild. She got this bright twinkle in her eyes as she spoke, and even though he had no idea what she was saying, he wanted to know more.

“Can you say again in layman's terms?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, flushing a pretty shade of pink, “I get into research mode sometimes, and talk like I’m presenting at a conference. Basically, I study how octopus relate to things in their environment, including other octopus, fish and even me. Walter and I have formed a kind of friendship and I study how he reacts when I change something like my hair, or wear different perfume, or come into the research lab sad.”

“He can tell all those things?”

“Yeah. Octopus are extremely smart and aware of their surroundings. There are a few really interesting documentaries about people who live with or visit octopus for years and the bonds they form. Other cephalopods aren’t so aware, so they’re not as exciting to study.”

The way Quinn looked at her while she talked spoke volumes to Brady. It was too soon for them to throw the word around, but love was on the horizon.

“How does he tell you’re sad?” Emma asked.

“Well, there are visual cues of course, but that’s one of the things I’m researching now. Octopus experience most of their world through their suction cups. They have nerves and taste buds in every one that are much more advanced than our own, so I’m forming a hypothesis asking if he can sense my mood via hormones on my skin. I’m also recording how he reacts generally. He tends to be more subdued when I am, and I’m not sure if he’s mirroring me, or trying to comfort me in some way.”

“How do you even study that?” Brady asked.

“Observation, mostly,” she said. “I’ve noticed that if I come into the lab happy, especially if I’m singing or if I say hello to him in an excited way, he races in his tank to greet me.”

“That is so cool,” Emma said, “I had no idea they were so intelligent.”

“I want to go through the aquarium with you so you can tell us about everything in there,” Brady said.

Sarah laughed, “ I don’t know about that. I know a lot of useless information about the ocean.”

Brady glanced at Emma and they shared a private little conversation with their eyes. He was beaming when he looked at Quinn.

“So, what do you do outside of hockey?”

“Can we go for gelato?” Emma asked when they left the restaurant. “I saw a place on the way here.”

They agreed and started down the street. Brady hung back to walk with Sarah. Quinn took the hint and caught up with Emma.

Sarah took a deep breath. She’d yet to have a one on one conversation with Brady. It was clear Quinn loved him a lot, and she wanted to make a good impression. Sated with good wine, an amazing meal and good conversation, she felt more comfortable than she had at the beginning of the night. She was instantly glad Brady waited until now to talk to her.

“So, what do you think?” she asked.

Brady appreciated that she didn’t beat around the bush.

“I mean, I can tell you're better for him than any of his past girlfriends,” Brady said as they walked.

“Really?” she asked. She hadn’t expected him to be so forthcoming right off the bat.

“Oh yeah. You're way more steady than June.”

“Who's June?”

Brady gulped. He probably shouldn't be the one revealing Quinn's dating history, but he liked Sarah, and he liked who Quinn was with Sarah.

“His most recent girlfriend. They were on and off for like a year and a half. He called it off for good at the beginning of the season. She was a pretty standard NHL girlfriend: model, blonde,” he said.

"Standard?" her eyes flew wide as Sarah tried to talk herself down from the self doubt pouring into her system by the gallon. She couldn't be farther from a blonde model.

Brady picked up on her distress right away, “oh I didn't mean…” he trailed off. “Shit, Sarah, I didn't mean anything by that. Just that she was kind of a blank slate. I hated her.”

“You did? Why?”

“I always felt like she was just dating Quinn for clout, to get her name out there, but he couldn’t ever see it. It turned into this whole thing. Emma and I both hated her. She was just so obsessed with herself and how she looked. And Quinn’s not like that, you know? He’d wear the same outfit every day if he could.”

She snorted. Every time she saw Quinn, he was in a variation of three outfits: jeans and a jacket, athletic wear, or a game day suit.

“It was just a bad match, but it took him a while to see that,” Brady said.

Sarah nodded.

“Anyway,” Brady gestured widely. “All I’m saying is that I can tell you’re better for him than June, or any of the girls he dated in high school or college. You get him. And you compliment each other. And you're just nice and easy to talk to. I can tell you make him really happy."

“That's so nice Brady, thank you. He makes me really happy."

The wide grin Brady gave her in response made her feel all warm and mushy inside. It felt like reaching the top of a summit to gain Quinn's friends' trust.

"Have you slept together?" Emma asked.

Quinn shot a look at her, wide eyed and scandalized.

She shoved his shoulder gently, "oh, come on. You know Brady wants to know. He won't ask you, so I said I would."

A laugh lit up his face.

"So have you?"

Cheeks flushing pink, Quinn nodded.

"Was it good?"

He'd wanted to tell someone about it, but sex wasn't really something he ever discussed with his friends.

"So good," he admitted, "like, almost spiritual."

Her eyes widened, "on the first try?"

"Technically the second," he corrected. "The first try was two strokes and done."

She giggled, "don't tell him I told you but Brady was that same way our first time too."

A few days later, Quinn was on the phone with Sarah when Jack called. He ignored it in favor of calling him back when they were done, but he called again right after. “Hey. I have to go,” he said, feeling panic edge into his consciousness, “Jack is calling me a bunch.”

“Okay, I miss you,” she said.

“I miss you, too.”

Quinn answered the facetime call, “what’s wrong? Did something happen?” The last time Jack had called like this, Luke had been hurt.

Jack was glaring into the phone, a perfectly healthy looking Luke sitting next to him on what looked like a hotel room couch. “Fuck yes, something happened.”

“What?”

“I found out from Brady fucking Tkachuk that you have a girlfriend?”

Fuck.

They got together to call him at the same time? He was in some deep shit.

“What the hell, Quinn?” Luke asked.

“When did Brady tell you?” It was the wrong question, but he needed to know.

“We play the Sens tomorrow, and he comes up to me in the practice facility today all, ‘what do you think of Sarah?’ and I was like, ‘who’s Sarah?’ and then he told me that she’s your fucking girlfriend!” Jack yelled.

Luke leaned away from the noise with a wince.

Quinn grimaced. “Technically, she’s not my girlfriend,” he said.

“Bullshit! You didn’t even tell us you were dating someone! I thought we were close, Quinn!”

A heavy sigh moved Quinn's chest, “I just… I wanted to make sure before I told anyone else.”

“Mom knows,” Luke cut in.

Fuck.

“I asked her and she said she knew you were dating someone, but didn’t know it was that serious.”

He’d called her for advice when he found out Sarah’s mom had died. Both his parents had experience with grief he didn’t. It just so happened his mom had picked up first.

“I…” What could he say?

They glared at him through the phone some more.

“I didn’t want to keep it from you,” he said.

“Well, you didn’t tell us!” Luke said.

“I just… since June I wanted Brady to meet her before I told anyone else.”

“Why?”

“Because he was the only one who told me he didn’t like June!”

An awkward blanket of silence settled over all three of them.

“I didn’t want to tell anyone I was seeing someone if it was going to turn into another June.” As he said it, Quinn knew it was an excuse that didn’t really hold up. Sarah was so different from June that he shouldn’t have been comparing them at all. Brady even said so when they talked after their double date. He’d just been scared.

“And is it?” Jack asked.

“No,” he admitted, “she’s really great and I think we could go all the way.” It was the first time he’d dared to say it out loud.

“How long have you been dating?” Luke asked, incredulous.

“Two months.”

“Two fucking months?” Jack repeated, raking a hand into his hair, “Quinn, why didn’t you tell us?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up. I won’t keep it from you anymore.”

“You better not,” Jack said, glaring in a slightly softer way. “I want to see a picture of her.”

Quinn pulled one up from their walk three days previous and sent it to Luke. The sun had been setting, and the golden light had been so lovely, she asked to stop and take a selfie.

Luke held up his phone and Jack’s eyes widened. The way Quinn was smiling in that picture told him everything he needed to know.

“She’s pretty,” Luke said.

“Yeah,” Quinn agreed.

Jack was blinking silently in a way that Quinn found unnerving.

Finally he managed to say something, “what does she do?”

“She’s getting her masters in marine zoology at UBC and she does research at the aquarium.”

Jack felt like he’d been struck over the head. Not because Quinn had kept something this important from him, or because Sarah was unlike anyone he would have picked for his brother. He felt dumbfounded by the fact that he knew, in a way he could feel in his bones, everything was about to change.

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yourstingrey · 21 days

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do you think you could write a luke x y/n friends to lovers based on too sweet by hozier? Maybe have it be a little angsty like someone tells him he’s not good enough and so he distances himself. I really love your writing and feel like you would write it beautifully.

Too Sweet Pt.1

Thank you so much for this request I loved this idea its so cutie im so sorry it took so long for me to make but hopefully Ive done it justice this one is a bit short but I kinda reallyyyyy wanted to put it into separate parts (which i swear wont take as long but it will be longer cus i gotta get that juicy angst in better!!!)

Hot.

That's all I felt as I was training, That's all I ever feel when I train with Luke. Not because he’s insanely hot himself but he has to put his all into everything even if I ask for practice with sparing. I'm crouched down a bit less like a fighter's stance as Luke has already got me winded but I try to hold up my tough gaze as he stands in front of me mirroring my stance except he's not tired at all it looks like he has even lifted a finger but this is our third go and unsurprisingly he's won every time so far. “Y/N/N are you sure you don't wanna give up? I'm not sure I can watch your face get all sad when you lose again.” He’s smirking as he talks and for a second he puts his hand on his chest to fain sadness about me. In that split second, I take the opportunity to try to tackle him to the ground.

He lets out a surprised Oof before he hits the ground I try to grab his hands to pin them down “I'm not so sure Luke I think you be pulling your sore loser face” Of course I didn't learn from Luke as my talking got me too distracted as Luke flips us over and now he's pinning me down into the dirt. He simply smirks and does a little tilt of his head pretty much signaling id lost. He stood before holding out his hand for me to get up which I gladly took from him. “Luke, I asked for practice. I thought you were going to go a little easy… I'm gonna have to sleep early or I'm gonna be so sore.” Discomfort on my face as I brush the dirt off my shorts and shirt “About that…” Luke says with a certain tone I've learned means ‘I'm gonna try really hard to convince you to do something you're really not gonna wanna do’ “Oh god what is it, Luke…?” A mischievous look spread across his face “Apollo kids are having a small lake party tonight and I was thinking I could take you” I let out a taut laugh before squinting my eyes playfully at him “Weren't you already out partying last night! Chris was telling me all about it!” I watched his face flush a bit as he stood there watching me talk before stammering his words “Wait- when did you see Chris today I wasn't with you??” I narrow my eyes at him a bit “This morning I went on a walk and I ran into him yknow you're not denying it soooo i'm right you did go out…?”

He gets up from leaning against a pillar to come put his arm around my shoulders and start walking out of the arena “Well yes.. But! I wasn't hanging out with my best friend so that's why I'm telling you that you gotta come out this time!”

“Luke you're always out so much lately don't you think YOU especially should rest, oh so great swordsman!” I clasp my hands to my chest whilst looking up through my lashes at him. He lets out something between a laugh and a scoff “You know that I do this all the time you're the one who always stays cooped inside her cabin almost all day usually!” Our steps absentmindedly got slower as we approached my cabin “I don't know Luke… I promised I was going to hang out with my siblings tomorrow and if I party with you I might forget or sleep in'' He opened his mouth to rebuttal me but I quickly cut him off “And andddd! You know I don't like to drink. I'm too nervous about being caught!”

We finally got to my cabin but I stood outside because I knew Luke wouldn't be satisfied unless I let him try to convince me one last time. “For one, You see your siblings every day you live with them. Plus I know some of your siblings are coming tonight anyway!” I go to open my mouth ready to shut him down already but before I had the chance Luke swiftly made sure to playfully cover my mouth with his hand before tsking at me and putting his finger to his lips shushing me “Ahem as I was saying YN, I'll be with you the whole time you can rely on me the whole time, just go this once for me and if you hate it I'll never force you to come again!”

He lowered his hand from his mouth to reveal my lips in an exaggerated frown. He let out a loud laugh before huffing out what sounded like ‘Oh c'mon now’ but it fell on deaf ears as his fingers went to my sides to get me to let out a laugh (well more than just one) I laughed so hard at his relentless tickles hunching myself onto him before we heard the laughs of my sibling behind and Luke turned back into a stoic statue practically I let my laughter die awkwardly as he separated from me. Rocking back and forth on my heels I look back at him “Well okay I guess I'll think about it… but this isn't a yes okay!!” He let out a small chuckle before slowly starting to walk backwards “I’ll see you later tonight” he flipped around completely to start walking away I let out a small laugh turning away to walk to my cabin door before something dawned on me, I flip around and yell back out to him “Wait Luke how will I know where to go!!” He turns back to me putting his hands behind his head with a sort of arrogant smirk on his face

“Don't worry about it, I am a messenger aren't I?”

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aerkame · 1 year

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Smooth Moves

🌹Wally and Barnaby teach you how to dance🌹

(Takes place in Alive AU from my A Silly Thought and More post)

Posted later than intended rip

Some mood music for this writing. POV playlist

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It was late at night, most of your guests were inside fast asleep while you, Wally, and Barnaby finished up making space on the large porch. Barnaby was insistent that he and Wally teach you how to slow dance when you mentioned you've never danced before. Plus you two needed to figure out who was doing what tomorrow. Winner gets to choose after seeing who dips better.

"Alright, so if I win I get to pick what we do tomorrow. And if you win you get to pick what we do tomorrow. Deal?"

You held your hand out to shake on it, but Wally gently grabbed a hold of it and turned it over to plant a small kiss on the back of your palm. Heat rushed to your cheeks as the two of you parted ways to opposite sides of the porch. You wished you could just hide away in a corner right now until your cheeks looked normal or at least pretend that you were fine.

You slowly looked over to where Wally was, he was staring at you still, eyes half-lidded and a droopy smile on his face. That cheeky little bugger.

Barnaby walked up to the center of the porch and held out his paw towards Wally. "Hey buddy, I think we should show em' how it's done first, it's their first time right?" His voice was a cheery as usual, but something felt a bit off about it tonight, it had a deeper tone to it. "That it is, maybe we'll each get a turn with our host?" He peered over at you as he took a hold of the beagle's paw. "I sure hope so, I love dancing with new partners!"

Barnaby leaned to the side where a table was and quickly pressed the play button on the stereo you had given him the day before. He loved that thing to bits.

The music started out slow and steady as the two began to step and sway along with the beat. "Make sure to match up with your partners movements...like this." They both swayed to the far right, then the left, both of their feet being in sync perfectly with every single step. Clearly these two practiced frequently. The music went on for a while as the two circled, swayed, and danced around in patterns. It was so smooth that you almost felt hypnotized into a daze, only snapping out of it when Barnaby and Wally slowed down into a large dip. Wally, ever the dramatic suave, put one leg up as he was dipped down. "There, it's as simple as that!" Barnaby looked over at you and gestured for you to come over. You shook your head though, now too nervous to really put yourself in a spotlight like that.

"Ohh? Is someone nervous now?" Wally teased, hanging off of his friend's arm lazily. "It'll be fine, we can both teach you at the same time if you want!" Barnaby butted in, seeing how nervous you looked. Maybe his new friend needed some more encouragement.

"Alright...I'm not good at dancing though so I might step on someone's foot." You did not feel confident in yourself quite frankly.

"That's okay." The two pals separated as Barnaby went to go behind you and Wally right in front of you, boxing you in. "Besides, now you can have two partners!"

You felt the soft blue paws grab onto both of your hands and guiding them, placing one on Wally's shoulder and one on his hip, Wally mimicked the position on you in the opposite direction. Barnaby spoke up "Now remember, try to match your partners movements and just let us guide you until you get used to it." You nodded and looked down at your feet making sure they were in the correct position, missing the knowing looks the two had with each other.

"I think our dear host will catch on quick, won't you?" Wally smiled sweetly, giving your hip a small squeeze as you looked back up, earning a small squeak. How adorable of you. They wondered what other noises you could make.

It started out just like before, Barnaby having restarted the song and returning to being behind you. You stumbled a bit for the first few steps but you caught on quickly, seeing the pattern more clearly. It also helped to have two giant soft paws behind your back in case you tripped or fell.

"Wow, see! You're catching on already!" The blue friend continued to encourage you. "Now this part might be a bit harder, you'll need to swing your hips with the movement of your feet. Let me show you." Barnaby gently cupped your side and helped move your hips along to the rhythm of the music as Wally kept your shoulders in place. You stumbled though, having a hard time trying to match your footwork with theirs.

"Here, like this..." Wally spoke up and his friend backed up a little bit for some space. He took hold of your hip once more, this time more gently. "Just copy what I do."

He put one foot to the side and you did the same, allowing Wally to control the movements of your hips with his, one step at a time, one sway here and there, a few twirls, and it was like you were an expert at this. You didn't even notice that Barnaby had gone to sit down, locking eyes with Wally to give him a big thumbs up. Or the small crowd of friends standing by the back door watching the two of you.

The music kept going. The longer the two of you danced, the more you started to feel yourself getting used to this. Suddenly, Wally guided you into a deep dip, exaggerating his position into what that of a lover would be as the music came to a slow stop. He leaned in closer squeezing your hand in his. "I believe I won, yes?"

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scarlethexelove · 2 months

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so this may a late request but maybe Agatha x reader. valentine’s day is over and reader wants to give to Agatha uan strip-tease and Agatha for Valentines. Agatha telling Reader ‘Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you’ and smut

Pls pls thank youuuu 💓💗💖

We're Going To Be Late

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Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 2497

Warnings: Strip tease, Spanking, Smut, Dom!Agatha, Sub!Reader, Fem!Reader, Strap-On (R receiving), Slight Bratty!Reader, Choking, Fingering (R receiving), Rough Sex, Soft!Agatha at some points, I think that is it

A/n: I'm not sure that this one is any good but I wanted to get something out. I don't normally try and write reader so feminine but I felt like it fit better for this.

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Valentine's day had already passed and due to busy work schedules it was impossible for you and your wife to celebrate the day. So tonight you were finally able to celebrate the occasion. You had just finished slipping on your heels, bending down to fasten the straps when Agatha walks in the room. You hear a groan from the woman behind you making you smirk. You slowly raise up, turning to look at your wife, but she has already made her way over to you, grabbing your hips tightly. “You look delicious baby.” She nips your bottom lip, her eyes already blown with lust.

Agatha kisses you harshly. Her tongue swipes against your lips asking for permission to be let in. You don’t hesitate to let her in. Your arms wrapping around her neck as her tongue slips into your waiting mouth. You try to fight her for dominance but ultimately lose, but you’re not mad. Enjoying the taste of your wife on your tongue as you two stand in the middle of the room making out.

When you finally pull away needing to breathe your chest lightly heaving. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. Agatha leans in kissing and nipping as she leaves a trail from your lips down to your neck. You suck in a breath when she bites down harder on your sweet spot. Her tongue soothing over the sting before starting to suck reddish purple marks on your neck.

“Aggie.” You whine. “We are going to be late for dinner if you don’t -” You’re cut off when she sinks her teeth in again a moan escaping your lips. Your fingers dig into her shoulders trying to ground yourself. “Fuck.” Was all you could manage to say. Agatha finally stops pulling away a smirk adorning her face as she looks at you. Her pupils are blown mirroring your own. “Let’s forget dinner I want you.” Her voice sultry as she turns the two of you walking backwards until her knees hit the bed. She sits down pulling you into her lap. “Baby this is the first time that we can go out.” You pout a little. “Y/n I could care less about dinner right now I just want you. All I need is you.” Agatha grinds up and you can feel the bulge in her pants making you gasp.

You can’t help but give into your wife, so you stand up from her lap which makes the woman question what you are doing. You were planning on giving her a tease after dinner but right now is just as perfect. You push the thin straps of your dress down off your shoulders but Agatha stops you. Her hands are placed back on your waist. “Take it off slowly. I want to watch you.” You bite your lip and nod at her words. You turn in her hold moving your hair out of the way giving her a signal for her to unzip your dress. Once she has done so, you turn back around and step a little bit backwards.

Slowly your dress falls down your body. Starting from just off your shoulders revealing just the top of your bra. Agatha lets out a groan when she notices that you are wearing something new. You let it slip down further revealing your supple breast to the woman before it slips all the way down. Once the dress pulls at your feet you kick it off to the side revealing your new lingerie set. You set one of your heel clad feet on the frame of the bed next to her. Spreading your leg lightly as you stand in front of her. A small wet patch is already forming on your panties. Agatha is too focused on that to even realize what you want. You clear your throat causing her head to snap up and look at you. “Can you help baby?” You ask her as you motion to your heel a smirk plastered on your face as you do so. The woman undoes it. You pull it down and do the same with the other side.

Again you step back. Outstretching your leg, bending down, running your hand along your leg as you do so. Pulling your heel off your foot. You can already tell that Agatha’s patience is running thin even though this is what she asked of you but you want to play it out. So you rise slowly pulling your leg back. You do the same thing on the other side. Your leg outstretched as you pull off your heel.

Agatha can’t take it anymore as she stands up grabbing you. She turns you both around before tossing you on the bed. You let out a squeak. “Aggie, I thought you wanted me to go slow?” You innocently ask her. She lets out a growl pulling her clothes off quickly only leaving her in a pair of boxers. You can see the tip of her strap poking out of the bottom. You can already tell this one is larger than any other one you have taken before making a gush of wetness dampen your panties. She climbs on top of you ignoring your question completely. “I’m going to destroy this little pussy of yours.” Her hand cups your heat causing you to moan laying back into the bed.

Agatha’s fingers push your panties between your folds. The fabric brushes against your clit causing you to buck into her hand. She uses a hand to pin your hips down, stopping you from bucking your hips. You let out a whine in protest but you receive a tisk from the woman above you. “I’m in charge, remember. This little pussy is mine. Only mine.” Her fingers push the fabric slightly into your entrance.

You want to fight her a bit so you struggle against her bucking your hips more into her hand. She pushes your hips down harsher this time. “What did I just tell you? You’re going to listen to me.” Her voice is low and you can’t help but squirm a little. But you want to see what she will do so you continue bucking. “Make me.” You tease.

Those words send her over the edge. She flips your body over tugging your panties down your legs. Once she pulls them off she turns your head towards her into a slightly awkward position. “Open.” She demands. You shake your head no. “I said open slut.” This time you comply and Agatha shovers your drenched panties into your mouth. She leans over you and you can feel her breath tickle your ear. “Can’t talk back if your mouth is full, can you.” Her hand slaps hard on your ass making you jump and whimper.

Your body is being manhandled into the position that Agatha wants. She gets you ass up and face down. Pulling your arms behind you and holding onto your wrist. Your glistening folds presented to the woman as she admires. Her hand comes down hard again against your ass. “I think 10 spanks for talking back should suffice. Wouldn’t you say sweetheart?” Agatha says, rubbing her hand over your ass. You know if you try to say no that it could get worse so you just nod your head and agree.

The sound of Agatha’s hand slapping against your ass echoes through the room as she dishes out your punishment. Tears fill your eyes as she does, not taking it easy on you. But that only turns you on more. When she is done she admires the reddened flesh and your tear stained face. “Good girl.” You desperately try to close your legs wanting some kind of friction but with her slotted between your legs you can’t. “Fuck your pussy is dripping everywhere.” She admires how your thighs are coated in your arousal and how it’s dripping down onto the bed. She gripped the sensitive flesh of your ass with her hand. “I think someone liked that a little too much.”

You whine pushing back into her. “So eager.” Agatha’s moves down to your entrance tracing it with her fingers. Sinking in two of her fingers starting a slow pace. She works her fingers in and out of your hole. Your muffled moans can be heard behind your makeshift gag. Her fingers pick up the pace until she is pounding into you curling her fingers as she draws them out. The sounds of your squelching pussy can be heard around the room. You push back the best you can. Her hands gripping your wrist tightly to keep you in that position as she brings you closer and closer to the edge.

You try to tell Agatha how close you are but she already knows as your pussy squeezes her fingers tightly. The sound of your muffled whimpers and moans spur her on. You wet warm walls sucking her fingers in until it all stops. She pulls her fingers out of you causing you to whine. Your impending orgasm ruined. She lets you calm down as you whine and try pushing back against her again begging for her to continue.

“Patience baby.” You can now feel the tip of her strap poking at your hole. She rubs the tip up and down your folds, getting it lubed up with your arousal. She moves it back to your entrance pushing just the tip inside. The stretch is already slightly painful from the large size. You already feel so full with so little. You don’t know how you will take it all. You try to pull away from Agatha but she grabs your hips letting your wrist go which gives you the chance to move them planting them next to your head.

“Not so fast baby.” Agatha pulls you back on her as she thrust the entirety of the strap into your waiting cunt. You let out a muffled scream at the overwhelming stretch. Agatha takes a moment not moving her hips, changing her demeanor. “Are you okay baby?” She asks you. As much as she knows you like it rough she is still concerned for your comfort and to make sure she isn’t hurting you. You nod your head letting her know that you are okay and that she can continue. You can feel her switch back as she grips your hips pulling almost all the way out before thrusting all the way back in. She leans forward and pulls your panties out of your mouth. “I want to hear you scream baby.” She bites your ear as she ruts into your ass.

Your moans are loud as Agatha pounds the large strap into you from behind. You’re pussy sucking her in more as she jackhammers her hips into yours. You don’t know if she has ever pounded into you this hard and fast but you love it. You push back in time with her thrust, the tip kissing your cervix with every thrust of her hips. It takes you no time to adjust to the sheer size of this strap quickly becoming your new favorite.

From your previously ruined orgasm it isn’t taking long for Agatha to work you up. “Fuck such a good little whore for me. Taking this monster strap you're just sucking me in.” She grunts with a thrust of her hips. “Mhmm” You mumble as your mind is hazy. No words forming from the overwhelming pleasure you are feeling. Your whimpers and moans fill the room the longer she pounds into you.

One of Agatha’s hands moves under your body and to your throat squeezing lightly making you choke on a moan. She then snakes an arm around your waist pulling you up flush against her front. Her hand around your throat tightening as she pounds into you from a new angel hitting new places you didn’t even know about. “You close baby? Wanna cum all over my cock? Making a fucking mess?” Agatha says in your ear as you lean your head back on her shoulder. You nod in response, your mouth hanging agape. She squeezes your throat as she speaks. “Fucking say it whore.” She whispers in your ear.

“Mmmm p-please.” Was all you could manage to say. “Beg for it.” Her hips never ceasing their pace. Her thrust becomes sloppy as she also draws closer to her impending orgasm. “P-please wanna cum. Wanna m-make a mess.” She takes pity on you whispering in your ear. “Cum then.”

With a few more thrust from her hips and a tight squeeze of your throat you cum hard on her stap. You scream out as your orgasm washes over you. Your body trembles in her hold as she continues pounding into you chasing her own high. She works you through your high as your body shakes and your cum drips down on the sheets below you. Agatha is not far behind you. Her hips stutter as she cums soon after. The harness to the strap had rubbed her clit perfectly.

Agatha’s pace slows down until she comes to a stop. If it wasn’t for her hold on you, you know you would have collapsed into the bed. She gently lays you down on your stomach before pulling out of you. You can’t help but whimper from how sensitive you are. “I’m sorry baby.” Agatha says leaning over and kissing your shoulder. You hum a response as you're already exhausted from the powerful orgasm you had.

The bed becomes lighter as Agatha crawls off of it. She pulls the harness off, tossing it into the pile of clothes on the floor remembering to clean it later. She walks into the bathroom for a few minutes before coming back out. She has cleaned herself up and come back with a washcloth and a glass of water. She helps you roll over and lifts your head to make you drink some water. The cold water burns your raw throat at first before soothing it. You chug the water down until it is empty. Agatha places the glass on the nightstand before turning her attention to your sticky cunt. She gently starts whiping you down. You hiss in pain when the cloth gets too close to your overstimulated cunt. Agatha mumbles apologies quickly trying to finish before throwing the cloth in the pile for later.

Agatha slides into bed next to you and you quickly cuddle up to her. “That was better than dinner.” You mumble and Agatha laughs. “Yes it was.” She wraps her arms around you tightly and cuddles you close. She kisses your head softly as you nuzzle your face into her chest. “Get some sleep baby.” She mumbles against your head. You sleepily nod your head. “Night Aggie.” You say just above a whisper. “Night sweetheart. I love you. Happy Valentine's day.” She says kissing your head again. “I love you too. Happy Valentine’s day.” You say before drifting off to sleep.

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months

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part 4 of flames?? im HOOKED u dont get it we're actual masterminds

I'm sorry it took so long for me to put this out. I'll get to the 5th part this weekend:)

Flames - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: You're trying to give Ethan a chance with your daughter, but Chad isn't so trusting.

Contains: Angst, a smidge of fluff, Ethan trying to learn how to be a dad, mentions of mental health.

A/N: Y'all...I'm convinced that some of you can read my mind because I'll think about something I want to write(esp. when it comes to spicy stuff), and then one of the sweet anon's on here will request it. I stg some of the things I've gotten requests for have made me fucking BLUSH.

After Ethan went to bed, you struggled to fall asleep. You still felt a little uneasy about him being in the next room over, and not having a true understanding of what he’d actually be capable of. Finally, the exhaustion kicked in and you drifted off. You woke up a few different times during the night when she started to cry, and Ethan ran in the room ever single time, desperate to help.

Once the sun started to peak through the gap in the curtain, you stirred awake and looked over to see River awake in the bassinet.

“Hey, sweet girl,” you said, scooping her up in your arms. She started to coo, the soft sounds making you smile.

You walked out of your room to the next room over, quietly pushing the door open as you saw Ethan in a deep sleep. You noticed his backpack on the ground in the middle of the floor, and started to think about how he needed laundry done. You reached down to grab it, before quietly sneaking back out of the room.

You went to the nursey to change River, before heading downstairs to play with her for a little bit. Once she fell asleep again, you grabbed his bag again, and went to the laundry room.

You started to pull stuff out of his bag, a few bottles of medication falling to the floor.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, reaching down to grab them. You started to look at the medication names and pulled out your phone to google them. One was for anxiety, one was for depression, and one was a really strong anti-psychotic med. It might’ve been wrong to be that nosey, but you needed a better understanding of his mental health.

You sat them down on the counter in the room before starting the laundry. He soon walked downstairs, desperate to find you.

“Hey,” you smiled, your face dropping once you noticed his nervous expression. “What’s wrong?”

“I need my meds,” he panicked, looking around for his bag.

“They’re in here,” you said, gesturing to the laundry room. He saw them all lined up, feeling a little shame as he reached for them.

“Thanks…if I don’t take them when I’m supposed to, I don’t act like myself,” he said, calming a little as he opened the bottles and got a pill from each one.

“Do you need water?” you asked as he shook his head, dry swallowing all three pills at once. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“I’m okay. You’ve already done so much for me,” he said, as you walked out, him following closely behind you.

You went to the living room, the two of you making small talk when your mom walked through.

“I’m going to work. I’ll be home late tonight, but I sent you some money for pizza or whatever you and your friends want to order tonight,” she said, before looking down to smile at her sleeping granddaughter. “She’s just so precious.”

You sleepily smiled at her, as she grabbed her purse to walk out the front door.

“When should they be here?” Ethan asked, referring to your friends.

“Actually,” you said, pulling out your phone to check the time, “Any minute now.”

He started to get really anxious. He was hoping he’d have a little more time for his meds to kick in before he had to be face to face with more of the people he hurt, especially Chad. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he was about to find out, as he heard light tapping on the front door.

“It’ll be okay,” you tried to assure him, as you got up to walk towards the door.

“Hey! Where’s that precious little angel?” Chad excitedly asked, turning the corner towards the living room. He stopped in his tracks the second he saw Ethan. The rage that built inside of him for months started to come to the surface as Tara walked in behind him, her eyes going wide. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Chad yelled, walking over to Ethan. He grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up, so he was face to face with him.

You bolted around the corner, trying to step between the two boys as Chad stared Ethan down.

“Sleeping baby, right there,” you said, gesturing towards River as Chad face softened a little. “I know you’re pissed, but you need to calm down.”

“Yeah, babe. Let’s go outside for a minute,” Tara said, as he let go of Ethan’s shirt.

He listened to Tara, as they started to leave the room. He turned to look at Ethan one more time before he softly spoke. “If you hurt either of them, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Ethan didn’t say anything, he just stood there. He had so many different emotions on his face as he tried to pull it together, once again running through all the steps his psychiatrist drilled into his head before he was released from the hospital.

“You okay?” you asked, once Tara and Chad went outside.

He shook his head as he started to cry. You sat down on the couch and grabbed his hand, pulling him down to sit with you. Your arms wrapped around him as he sobbed into your chest.

“I’m so sorry, for everything,” he cried, “I think I should probably go.”

You pulled away to look at him, “You knew how this could go…Don’t try to run away from us the second you’re making progress.”

He wiped his tears as he looked up at you, “I’m making progress?”

“Yes, Ethan. It’s going to take a lot more work, but you’re already doing such a good job with her. Don’t let anyone else make you feel like you aren’t supposed to be here with me…or be here with her.”

You felt yourself start to tear up as you heard Chad and Tara walk back inside. Ethan intently watched Chad, not knowing what to expect as he sat beside him on the couch.

“Why are you here?” Chad questioned; his voice significantly calmer than before. “You fucked your life up, so you come here to get her to put the pieces back together?”

“Chad, stop,” you warned, as Tara chimed in.

“Just tell him what you need to say, Chad. Don’t be an asshole. He is River’s dad,” she said, looking over to the sleeping baby.

Chad sighed, looking at Ethan, “I don’t fucking trust you, and I don’t like that you’re here. You fucking hurt me, dude. I defended you time and time again whenever you were accused of anything. You know how awful I felt when I found out you were a part of the reason we were fucking terrorized and almost killed?”

The guilt was all over Ethan’s face as he tried to think of the right things to say to apologize, but there weren’t any. He knew he fucked up, and he knew that it was going to take a lot for the people he cared about to even begin to trust him.

“I’m sorry, for everything,” Ethan finally said, as everyone’s eyes were on him. “I tried to stop it, I really did.”

“We know you did,” Tara said, as River started to wake up.

Chad got up and walked over to the bassinet to grab her. She stopped crying the second she was in his arms. Ethan watched the interaction, feeling sick to his stomach. You reached down to grab Ethan’s hand, attempting to comfort him before he had a chance to show the emotion that was building.

“We missed you,” Chad whispered to the baby, as he sat down beside Tara.

You let them bond with her as you sat with Ethan. “You’re still her dad,” you reminded him, as he nodded.

“So, what’s the deal with you two?” Chad asked, noticing Ethan’s hand in yours.

“Oh, um…right now he’s just…trying to make things right,” you said, as his thumb rubbed against your hand. “He wants to be in her life, and I want to give him that opportunity.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea? He doesn’t know the first thing about her,” Chad said, handing the baby to Tara.

“I’m trying to learn,” Ethan sighed, “I get it that you hate me. You have a good reason to, but I’m doing a lot better than I was.”

“Whatever you say,” Chad sighed, “She’s more forgiving than I am.”

Ethan nodded as you stood up. “I need to go put the laundry in the dryer. Please don’t try to kill him,” you said, walking away.

“Don’t we have to worry about him trying to kill us?” Chad joked, but you turned around, not thinking the joke was very funny.

“He’s working through things, stop intentionally trying to trigger him,” you said, as Chad’s eyes connected with yours.

“Sorry, dude,” he said, as Ethan mumbled “Thanks.”

After Chad and Tara started to get used to Ethan being around, you excused yourself to go shower. You wanted to take Ethan shopping to get anything he needed, and you had to look at least somewhat presentable before you could do that. You even put on a little bit of makeup, hoping to hide the dark circles under your eyes.

You grabbed Ethan’s laundry out of the dryer and took it upstairs. It didn’t take long to fold it because he really didn’t have much. When you went back down the stairs, you got a bottle ready for River, knowing she’d be hungry soon.

Like clockwork, she started to cry as soon as it came out of the warmer.

“Hey, can I borrow my kid?” you asked Chad, as he gently passed her over to you. “Thanks,” you smiled, sitting beside Ethan. “You want to feed her?” you asked, as Ethan nodded.

Chad and Tara nervously watched him, but soon started to relax when they realized how gentle he was being with her. He’d gotten some practice during the feeding sessions in the middle of the night, but he was still terrified when it came to the burping part. He was scared he’d hurt her fragile little body, so he passed her off to you once she was done eating.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Ethan said, going to the cart that extra baby blankets and clothes, and grabbed a burp cloth.

“Thanks,” you smiled, as he handed it to you. You adjusted her so she was laying on your shoulder, before patting her back. “Do you think you guys could babysit for a little bit?” you asked Chad and Tara.

“Of course,” Tara smiled, “Where are you going?”

“Ethan and I are going out for a little bit to get some things,” you said, as Ethan looked at you, unaware of the plan. “We talked about this last night,” you sighed, as he started to remember the conversation from the night before.

“Yeah, uh, I guess I should go change,” he said, getting up and heading up the stairs.

Once he was out of earshot, Tara started to whisper, “Do you feel safe going somewhere with him by yourself?”

“I’ve been here with him by myself,” you shrugged, as Chad started to shake his head.

“I know you want to give him a chance but is this really what’s best for you and River?” he asked, genuinely concerned for you and your daughter’s wellbeing. “Would you feel comfortable with him watching her by himself? He messed his whole future up.”

“It’ll be a long time before I could trust him alone with her. Fuck, I don’t even fully trust him being here,” you sighed, “But he’s trying to prove himself. He’s been through a lot.”

“You have, too, though,” Tara said, “You went through a pregnancy without him. You had the baby without him.”

“He didn’t know,” you started to defend him, as Chad got irritated.

“How was he supposed to know? He was busy trying to kill people,” he said, “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, because we’ve been so happy to help…but it’s almost like a slap in the face to see you giving him a chance after we’ve been here for you through it all.”

“Please don’t look at it like that,” you said, your eyes starting to water, “I appreciate everything you guys have done. I appreciate everything that you’ll still do to help me out. If he fucks up, I already told him he doesn’t have anymore chances. Just try to be there for me while I figure this out.”

Chad and Tara both nodded, before you noticed that River was sound asleep laying against you. You swaddled her before putting her in the bassinet, and started to wonder what was taking Ethan so long.

The truth is, he never fully made it up the stairs once he heard everyone start to talk about him. He was silently sobbing as he stood on one of the stairs, not knowing what the best move would be. He could just grab his stuff and jump out the window, or he could keep trying to prove himself.

When he thought back to the conversation after he fully expected Chad to punch him, when you told him that he was making progress, he started to smile through his tears. His meds usually made him feel numb, but being back in your life was the first time he’d started to feel emotions again, and he was determined to prove to you that he was going to be an amazing dad.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

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milawritesstuff · 6 months

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hi girly,

can you pleaseeeeee write a story about pedri where he cheat with reader on his toxic ex (i'm not promoting cheating but idk pedri for life)

You opened the door and in the blink of an eye Pedri rushed into your apartment. Just a few minutes ago he had messaged you asking if you were home and now you turned your body as you closed the door and saw as he threw himself on your couch.

-Que pasa? What's going on? You asked.

-I can't take it anymore, we argue whenever things don't go her way. I told her my parents are coming to stay over for a few days and she didn't like it. She says we need our privacy. It's just a few days.-

You bit your bottom lip and studied your best friend. He had his face cupped in between his hands. You could tell he was frustrated. You took a seat next to him and placed your hands on his knees.

-They can stay here with me, if you want. I'm at work all day and won't bother me. Actually I could get some cooking lessons from your mom.-

Pedri turned around and smiled at you. That smile that always melted you. If a person's facial expression could be your home, that would be yours. Where you felt the safest, when he smiled. -It's not that, I can put them in a hotel if I wanted to, but they're my parents. We have privacy all year, and she can't even agree to just a few days.-

His facial expression finally seemed to rest as he stared into your eyes, almost as if he was waiting for you to say something that would magically fix everything for him. You offered him an apologetic smile because you really didn't know what else to do or say.

Pedri and Alba had been dating for a little over a year now and unfortunately you saw this coming miles away. But you knew your best friend liked her, no scratch that, you knew he was in love with her. So you did what any best friend would, you stayed quiet.

You said nothing when little by little she began to alienate all of his friends and when she asked him to move in with her and leave his brother behind. And Pedri wasn't stupid, he had done the same. He knew what was happening, he knew he was losing friends but its quite possible he was too intoxicated with her to know better. But now that she had tried to mess with his parents you knew things would be different. Maybe now she had taken it too far.

-Why don't you talk to her? Explain how important it is for you to spend time with them?- You offered a solution to his problems without throwing Alba under the bus, despite every bone in your body wanting to do so.

-She won't understand. She's hard headed.- He said.

You laughed and widened your eyes at Pedri. -Then I don't know what you can do Pedri. You either talk to her and try to talk some sense into her or you put up with it and I get my free cooking lessons from Rosy.-

The two of you laughed as your arms touched. He turned to look at you, -Even when you think you don't know what to do, you do always know how to make me feel better.- He said as you smiled in return. You felt your heart skip a beat and bit your bottom lip.

-I'm sorry.- He said.

-For?-

-It should have been you, not Alba. It should have always been you.- He leaned in a little closer to you.

-Pedri, I - - I don't know what you're talking about.- You answered.

But before either you or he could say anything you felt the warmth of his lips on yours. His shaky yet firm hand on your jaw as he pulled you in closer to his body and as your lips parted his tongue went hungrily inside to find yours.

I knew it was wrong and he did too. But for once I didn't care. I knew he would probably regret it too, and that tomorrow he would be back with Alba but for tonight he was mine.

We got lost in between wet kisses and slight moans. Eventually me on top of him as he leaned his back on my grey couch. He raised the long shirt I was wearing towards my waist and with a slight moment dipped his fingers under my underwear making me moan into his mouth. I closed my eyes and held on to the back of his neck as his long slender fingers made his way deep inside of me once, twice, over and over again. His chest raising high.

I moaned. And felt Pedri' warm mouth as he whispered into my ear -I've missed your moans.-

#pedri gonzalez #pedri #pedri is so damn hot #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri blurb #pedri requests #pedro gonzalez #pedri fluff #pedri x you #pedri smut

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propertyofyoutube · 18 days

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Hey guys! Thought I’d post one of my one shots on here and see how it goes for those who don’t use Wattpad! This was the first of my Sam one shots, I promise the writing gets better! Thanks you !xx

Summary: reader has been good friends with Sam and Colby for a few years now and has featured on the channel multiple times. Sam has a fat crush on reader but hasn't mentioned anything until now, after a ghostly investigation, reader is seriously shook up so Sam insists that reader spend the night with him...

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, foreplay, panic attack, mentions of ghosts, pure and utter FILTH and FLUFF!!!

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You took a deep breath as you sat in the back of Sam's Tesla, pulling you knees tightly to your chest as Colby turned back from the passenger seat to look at you, "you okay, y/n?" He said worried. You don't respond at first trying to comprehend what just happened in there. Colby sigh as he reached behind and rubbed your arm slightly in comfort. "Don't worry, demons lie... nothing is going to do anything to you." He said with reassurance in his voice.

You take another breath as you look up at Colby, your body shaking slightly but you appreciated his attempt to make you feel better. So you gave him a soft smile, nodding your head slowly at him.

Suddenly the trunk slammed closed, closely followed by the drivers side door opening as Sam climbed in. "Right that's everything," he said as he exhaled holding a camera tightly in his hand. As he closed the door and turned his attention to Colby and the uneasy environment as he looked around confused before turning to see you in the back clearly not okay. "Woah, are you alright?" The look on Sam's face made you melt as you could see the genuine worry in his eyes as he reached out. Since you met Sam a couple of years ago, he had been all you think about, your friendship was pure and exciting, he was the one you turned to for everything! Something good happened? Call Sam. Something bad happened? Call Sam. Feeling down? Call Sam. But you were also that rock for him too. You loved coming on these investigations, you truly were interested in learning everything about the afterlife, you would stay up on the phone with Sam for hours, discussing theories and telling each other ghost stories you've heard. But tonight was different, and Sam knew it was affecting you in worser ways than usual.

You lifted your head as you give him a small smile, but your eyes were giving away just how shaken up you were, "I'm okay, don't worry. Let's just get this outro done," you say as you take a deep breath and move to position yourself between the two front seats.

Sam is reluctant at first but he can tell by your face and tone of voice, you just needed to get out of here. He nodded before quickly turning back around and putting the camera on the dash board pressing record, "well then guys..." Sam said as the three of you exhaled weirdly in unison as you suddenly looked at each other shocked before laughing.

"It's been a night to say the least!" Colby chuckled out.

Sam looked at you as you laughed, glad to see a bit of a relief come across your face for a moment before the shaking kicked back in. He turned back to the camera "I think... it's been a wild night for us all, especially y/n back there..." he said looking at you through the camera screen.

You gave the camera a look, "you think?" You giggle slightly, "I will not be sleeping for a least a week after a demon literally threatened to kill me slowly...." You say with a joking tone however, there was no joke about it. You were kind of terrified.

Sam looked back at you, his heart breaking slightly as he knew that you were downplaying how you were truly feeling. "Don't worry, we will keep y/n safe. No demons will get her!" Sam said to the camera as Colby also chimed in.

"Nope! Not whilst we're around!" Colby smiled at you as you rolled your eyes trying to fight back your own smile.

You look back at Sam as you leaned forward, as he turned his head to face you, you were just inches away from each other's face. Your close proximity made your brain freeze and heart pound. Sam's too, but you didn't know that he had frozen for the exact same reason. Colby looked at you both, almost awkwardly like he was interrupting something until he spoke, "well, I'm hungry as shit, I don't want to have to stay here for any longer!" He laughed as you and Sam both snapped your attention back to Colby and then the camera.

"I agree," you giggle, "I need Taco Bell." You say as Sam looks at you with a smile, "and you're paying, because it's your fault I got threatened tonight!" You smirked at Sam as he held his hands up laughing.

"That is absolutely fair enough," he said to the camera. "Well guys, don't forget to head to shopxplr.com to get the new merch!" He said excited as all three of you pointed at the t-shirts and hoodies you were wearing.

"And we'll see you in the next one, peace." Colby said as both him and Sam put their hands over their mouths before blowing a kiss to the screen. Sam reached up and turned off the camera, slowly turning to face you again.

"Right... shall we get you a Taco Bell?" He said with a smirk.

You nodded your head as you pouted at him with puppy dog eyes. He laughed at your reaction as he turned back to the stirring wheel as he accidentally whispered under his breath, "you're so cute."

"What dude?" Colby said, as no one in the car heard exactly what he said.

Sam's eyes went wide as he stumbled to find the right words to say, "uh... I was just thinking, I think you should come back to our house with us and we'll watch a movie before you go home... might make you feeling better?" Sam said with a smile as he turned to look at you.

You take a deep breath thinking about going home alone and your shakes return and your body is filled with nervousness and fear, "I'd really like that actually..." you say softly As Colby turns to face you too.

"I think that's a great idea," Colby smiled as you put on your seatbelt ready for this night to be over.

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The Taco Bell was exactly what you needed, you hadn't realised just how hungry you were before the antics of the night. As you all got comfy on the sofa, the boys let you pick the movie, "y/f/m" you say as they both turn to face you with their eyebrows raised.

"Seriously?" Sam giggled.

You scrunched your face at him as you pulled out your Crunchwrap, "yes I'm serious! It's my comfort movie!" You say before taking a bite.

Sam watches you as he can't help but smile. You didn't know this, but Sam has been head over heels for you since you were there for him last year, whilst he went through one of the hardest few months of his life, but he didn't think you felt the same as you had been friends for so long and you never even flirted with him.

"Sounds good to me!" Colby said, breaking Sam's stare. Sam laughed again and he put on the movie.

After around an hour into the movie, Colby looked over and chuckled as he whispered to Sam, "Sam..." Sam turned his head to Colby away from the TV. "Look," Colby whispered again gesturing towards you as you laid between them, your eyes tightly closed as you slept soundly. Sam looked at you and felt his heart twinge and butterflies fill his body. You were so peaceful, and so beautiful. He thought to himself, as he couldn't take his eyes off you. Colby watched how he looked at you before whispering once again, "you should tell her, brother" he said with a smile.

Sam's attention snapped back to him, "what do you mean?" He whispered back clearly trying to mask his feelings.

"Dude" Colby said sternly, giving him a look. Sam looked at him as he tried to hide his smile. "You love her." Colby says straight to the point.

"Dude... come on" Sam says as he shakes his head. Suddenly you stir in your sleep slightly causing Sam's attention to land back on you as he looked at you with worry in his eyes once again.

Colby watched him, how his eyes examined your features as you slept, he tried his hardest to fight back his smiles just at the sight of you. Colby sigh as he too had to smile at the sight of his best friend being so in love, "dude... tell her."

Sam didn't look back at Colby, he just continued to watch as your chest rose and fell with each breath you took. He whispered, "I will."

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As the movie came to an end, Colby stood up slowly, trying not to wake you as he walked past you both, "night brother," he said as Sam looked up from his phone.

"Night dude," he said as he looked back down at you still fast asleep. He looked as you began to shiver slightly, fidgeting in your sleep before he thought. She must be cold. He got up slowly and left the room to go and get you a blanket.

Whilst he was gone, your heart began to pound in your sleep, as you squirmed and began to shake from a nightmare. All of a sudden you are sprung awake, as your body jolts and you sit up sweating slightly, your breath becoming shorter as you look around the dark room, no one in sight. You raise your hand to your chest as the memories of tonight come flooding back and paranoia sets in. Panic. "Sam..." you whispered out, hardly able to speak. "Sam!" You called out a little louder just as Sam appeared in the door holding a blanket.

"Woah," he also panicked as he noticed your state, he threw the blanket onto the sofa as he ran to you, grabbing you quickly pulling you into his chest, "hey hey hey..." he said softly as tears fell from your eyes. He rocked you rocked you back and forth his hand running up and down your back. "You're okay... you're safe." He whispered softly as you slowly came back down to earth, your heart rate slowing down and your breathing settling. "I'm so sorry, I just went to get you a blanket." Sam said softly as you could hear guilt in his voice.

You suddenly noticed what was happening as you woke up properly, your thoughts returning to its normal processing speed. You couldn't help but feel as though you've overstayed your welcome and this panic attack was an inconvenience to him as you felt your spiral about to come back. You pulled back from Sam as he gave you a soft smile. "I'm so sorry." You said looking around the room.

Sam looked at you confused, "what for?" He said with a slightly chuckle but his voice was still riddled with concern.

"I um..." you quickly jumped up from the sofa to find your shoes in the now dimly lit room, from the light coming in from the door. "I better let you get to bed, and get home..." you said scrambling.

Sam watched you as he stood up confused, "woah, no. Absolutely not." He said, quickly causing you to freeze. You turned to face him as he crossed his arms at you. "You are not going home like this, you're staying here." He said sternly.

"Sam I-" you tried to speak but Sam cut you off.

"No y/n. Please. In insist. You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the sofa if you'd be more comfortable..." he said, he really didn't want you leaving, especially not after the night you'd had, and you clearly weren't okay. You looked at him ,your eyes glistening over. Every single thing he does, how he is with you, how he treats you, how much he cares, makes you fall for him even harder. Sam took a deep breath before he spoke again, but this time his voice had a hint of nervousness, "but I... to be honest, I'd rather you weren't-"

"Alone..." you cut him off, "I'd... I'd really like to not be alone." You said softly as Sam looked up at you, his heart breaking seeing how vulnerable you are right now.

"Of course, you don't need to be... come here" he said holding his arms out to you as you quickly moved into them wrapping your hands around his waist hugging him tightly. He swayed with you, as a smile came onto his face, his embrace was so comforting and you felt so safe in his arms. This hug felt different, it felt more tighter than usual, it felt more honest... Sam slowly pulled back slightly to look at you, he lifted your head so your eyes met his as a small smile came onto his face. "Before we go to bed..." Sam said as he pulled out his phone from his back pocket, "I think you need cheering up a little." Sam smirked at you as you looked up at him. Suddenly, he began to play your favourite song as your eyes widened at him. How did he know you so well? Did he really pay this much attention to the little things you've mentioned over the years? You can't help but smile as he held his hands out to take yours. He pulled you in tight to his chest as you both began to rock to the music.

After a moment, you couldn't take it anymore, this secret. Sam was like no one you'd ever met before, and for years, you'd held onto this secret, and your heart needed to know, if there was even the slightest possibility he loved you back, you had to take the risk. Just as you conjured up the courage, you said his name softly at the exact same time he said yours. You both looked at each other still rocking to the music as you both let out a laugh.

"You go," you said giggling.

"No no it's okay, you first..." Sam said and you could suddenly feel him shaking slightly in your grasp. Was he nervous?

You took a deep breath before looking into his eyes, your body melting into his gaze, "I just wanted to tell you that... I really appreciate everything you do for me... and well it means more to me than what you think-"

"I'm in love with you, y/n." Sam suddenly blurted out as you froze and looked up at him. Sam's body trembled as his anxiety filled him entirely, afraid of how you would react. "I'm so sorry it has taken me till now to say something..." he said resting his head against your forehead. You felt your eyes fill as you've wanted nothing more than to hear him say this for so long. You were struggling to process what he had said. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it in anymore, please, finish what you were saying." Sam said, with a hint of a sadness in his voice, almost as though he thought you were reacting badly from your silence.

You let out a chuckle, as Sam pulled back looking at you confused. "You stole my speech Sam!" You said giggling.

"Wait what? How?" Sam said , not realising what you were saying.

"You took my speech!" You smiled up at him, "word for word actually..." Sam started to realise what you were talking about as the swaying slowly came to a stop.

"You..." Sam examined your face his heart pounding through his chest, "you love me?" He said in disbelief.

"Why are you saying that like it's something crazy?" You laugh, "wasn't it obvious?"

Sam looks down at you dumbfounded as he began to laugh himself, "no y/n, it wasn't." You both chuckle as you begin to sway to the music again, "do you really?" Sam said, still finding it hard to believe.

You look up at him with so much love in your eyes, your eyes moved to his lip before flicking back up to meet his blue oceans, you slowly leaned in connecting your lips, taking Sam by surprise as goosebumps covered his body before he completely relaxed into the kiss. You pulled away slowly, "does that answer your question?" You giggled.

A smile appeared on Sam's face as he held you closer and tighter than ever, "no... I think you better try again..." he bit his lip as you giggled and you both connected your lips once again for a much more deep and passionate kiss. A kiss that was years overdue.

You had never felt more complete in your life as you did in this moment. Your lips pressed together, you and him. Together, finally. The kiss depended as his hands explored your entire body, pulling you closely to him as neither if you would take a breath for air. His hands on your body sent a wave of electricity through your muscles as you felt yourself becoming hot, and your body trembled wanting to feel more of him. You needed to closer to him, if that were even possible. You started to tug on his clothes pressing yourself into his body, your need for him becoming clear.

Sam suddenly pulled back, as you both gasped for air catching your breath, he grabbed your face with both hands looking into your eyes as he spoke, breathlessly, "are you sure?" His care for you made you need him even more. After the night you've had, he cared more about you being okay than anything else.

You quickly lifted your arms, grabbing his face in response, running your hand up the back of his head as he took a sharp breath at your touch, "I've never been more certain of anything in my life." You looked deep into his eyes as they seen them change from worry to hunger. He too needed you, just as much as you needed him. He wasted no more time before crashing his lips back onto yours as he reached down grabbing the back of your knees, hoisting you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Sam mumbled against your lips, "shall we go upstairs?"

You pulled away for a second looking around and see the huge sofa, looking very inviting, "I think here will be just fine," you said as you bit your lip.

Sam smiled wide as he too bit his lip and reconnected the kiss once again. Sam walked you over to the sofa before slowly lowering you down, positioning himself perfectly between your legs, hovering just inches above you. Both of you being so careful not to break this kiss. You reached down gripping onto the bottom of his sweater, before quickly pulling it up over his head. As his face reappeared you seen nothing but love and happiness on his face as he admired you lying beneath him. He sat you up taking off you shirt and unclasped your bra in one swift movement as you giggle, "you're not wasting any time are you?" You pulled him back down with you, your lips moving in sync.

Sam groaned against your lips as he mumbled, "you have no idea, how long I've wanted to do this" he said between breaths.

"I think I do," you laugh as he suddenly kissed down your jaw to your neck. As he found your sweet spot almost Instantly you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and you could feel Sam smile as he sucked and bit into your skin. As he worked away on your neck, he took his hand slowly making its way down your body, his touch sending shivers up your entire body. He eventually reached the top of your XPLR sweats, you were wearing for the video. As he kissed your neck his fingers ran along the band making your body squirm beneath him. He knew what you wanted and he wanted to do everything he could to make you feel as good as you deserved. He slid his hand into your sweats finding your clit instantly, your core already soaked. "Fuck Sam..." you moaned out as Sam rubbed in circles at a caring pace. Your hands tangling up in his hair tugging slightly.

Sam moaned out at the sounds you were making, "fuck baby, you're so fucking not." He gasped as he moved at a quicker pace.

You felt your body itching for more, as you found yourself grinding against his hand. You quickly reached down and began to undo the button on his jeans as you both moaned into each other's necks. Sam suddenly lifted himself up slightly to look at you, as you pleaded, "Sam... please..." a smirk appeared on Sam's face as he moved his hand further down slipping two fingers inside you as you let out a much louder gasp.

"There's Colby awake..." Sam laughed as you couldn't help but giggle with him. That was quickly cut off by another loud moan as Sam curled him fingers hitting your g-spot. Sam reconnected your lips kissing you like you've never been kissed before. You leaned down again tugging on his jeans, almost whimpering for more. Sam pulled away again still moving his fingers at a fast pace, "don't worry about me yet baby, I need you to come first..." he said breathing deeply. His voice alone sent you even closer to your climax. Your body desperate to feel that sweet relief. Sam could feel you starting to clench around his fingers as he moved quicker, your moans getting louder.

"Fuck Sam!" You screamed out as Sam bit his lip, having you feel this good because of him was enough to make him cum.

"Shit y/n, I can't wait to fuck you." He groaned as he leaned down against muffling you noises. He felt you clench again, and this time he was determined to send you flying, he leaned back up to get a better angle and his fingers pumped in and out faster and deeper than ever, "that's it baby, come for me..."

That was all you need to hear as his voice echoed down your ear canal, your body exploding into ecstasy as you came all over his fingers. Sam groaned as you moaned loudly, calling his name. He slowed down his pace before pulling his fingers out slowly, not breaking eye contact with you as he placed his fingers in his mouth sucking them clean. Your eyes went wide at the sight. "Fuck baby, I can't wait to taste you properly, but that's for another time. I can't wait any longer." Sam sat up quickly jumping off the sofa and taking off his jeans and boxers in one quick movement, kicking them across the floor. As he done this, you quickly took off your sweats and underwear, throwing it out of the way and Sam instantly repositioned himself between your legs. You felt as his already hard cock grazed your entrance. He teased you with his tip as you squirmed beneath him desperately.

"Sam, please baby..." you whined as Sam examined your face.

"I need to hear you say it..." Sam said, with a hint of dominance in his voice. You looked up at him confused, your mind struggling to focus on anything other than his cock that was waiting to push into you. "Tell me how you feel... you didn't actually say it," Sam said with a smile on his face.

You reached your hands up, cupping his jaw as your thumbs rubbed his cheeks, "I love you, Sam Golbach." You said, with nothing but truth in your voice, "I've loved you since the day I met you..." suddenly Sam slowly pushed himself inside of you as you both let out moans. His pace was slow and punishing as you needed more of him.

"Fuck y/n" Sam moaned out as he didn't break your stare.

You threw your head back in pleasure as Sam continued his slow thrust, he felt as though he was going to cum at any second. "I'm gonna cum already..." he whispered out between breaths. "You mean everything to me..." you could hear the passion and love in his voice and it made you melt as you pulled him closer to you.

"I'm yours, from now on... all yours" you breathed out as Sam began to pick up his pace. "Oh fuck!" You threw your head back as your eyes rolled once again. "That's it baby,"

"Fuck" Sam grunted.

"Faster, please" you begged.

"Fuck baby, I'm so close." You could feel Sam's body desperately trying to hold it back.

"Me too baby, just a little longer," you pushed your lips to his. You could feel his groans mumble against you as he thrusted in and out, his pace picking up with each push. "Fuck fuck fuck...." Your moans hit the ceiling, not caring if Colby heard or even the neighbours for that matter. "Don't stop,"

"Cum for me baby, you can do it," Sam said sternly as you felt your body twitch once again at his demands.

"Shit, I'm gonna- I'm gonna" before you could finish you came all over his dick as it continued to pump in and out, "fuck Sam!" You shouted your body melting as it was filled with pleasure and passion.

"I can't hold on much longer," Sam groaned out.

You looked at him, pulling on his head as he let out a louder groan, you leaned his head down and whispered down his ear, "cum for me baby." As soon as you spoke it sent Sam over the edge. He began to pound into you harder and deeper and within seconds you felt him twitch inside you.

"Fuckkk..." he moaned out loudly as he suddenly pulled out of you, spilling himself all over you lower stomach. "Holy shit..." he said as he stroked himself, riding out his own high.

You both tried to catch your breath as you became lightheaded from the pleasure pulsating through your body. "Fuck yeah...." You chuckled as Sam looked at you with the warmest smile on his face.

"Are you okay?" He asked moving the hair out of your face.

You nodded slowly as you fought to keep your eyes open.

"I love you, y/n" Sam said sincerely as this moment between you felt more real than anything in the last year.

"I love you too." You said slowly as Sam slowly leaned down placing a soft and loving kiss against your lips.

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I hope you liked it! Let me know if you have any pointers, I'm not used to writing y/n. I usually write in third person with characters... I tried my best!

I'm also taking requests, let me know if there's something you'd love to read! Xx

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togenabi · 1 year

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by the window under the moonlight

inumaki toge x fem!reader ♡ royalty au

♡—when sent to look for your brother, you find a handsome stranger instead.

word count♡— 1.9k words

genre♡— fluff, royalty au

aged up characters♡— 18+

content notes♡— strangers to potential lovers, mutual pining, everyone is a prince or princes, older brother!gojo satoru, no use of y/n, love at first sight ish, very fluff, mc pins toge to the wall, toge writes a love letter, toge uses sign language bc I refuse to write shake or salmon in a royalty au, lets just say that mc is called princess bc their empire > the other kingdoms

author's note♡— i desperately needed toge fluff, so i was motivated to write this! might be a bit wonky bc it's been a while since i wrote a fic, but i'm still happy with how it turned out ^^ enjoy!

You don't know why you believed Satoru when he promised he would sit still at tonight's ball. Maybe it was because you were genuinely looking forward to it. Maybe you wanted to believe that you would have fun with your friends without having to worry about the troublesome crown prince.

But... he was your brother, and as it always was in times like these, you're sent away to find him.

Because he does listen to you.

...

To an extent.

...

When he feels like it.

Running your hands through your hair, you turn towards yet another empty corridor.

“Just where is that annoying—” Your grumbling is interrupted when you spot a head of white hair flit by the corner of your eye.

‘Aha!’ You rush immediately to follow the figure.

It quickly becomes clear that he's very good at dodging you and leading you in circles. However, you know this castle better than anyone, and you trap him into a corner soon enough.

“I'm surprised you fell for that. You aren't usually this easy to... catch...”

A beautiful stained glass window is fixed at the end of the corridor you led him to. The moonlight shines through it and paints the stranger in breathtaking colors.

‘Who is he?’, you wonder. You don't think you've ever seen someone so handsome... Despite an extended collar covering half of his face.

He meets your eyes and frowns. Though you only stand in front of him in confusion.

“You're not... Satoru.” You start slowly, trying to grasp the situation. “Why did you run from me?”

You hear several scuffling feet in the distance, and suddenly you're alarmed.

‘Shit, is this an ambush?’

The stranger seems to be distracted by the noise as well. Taking the opportunity, you sprint and tackle him, pinning him to the wall. This hallway is secluded enough that you're confident whoever's following you won't be able to find you if you keep quiet.

He looks like he's about to say something, but you don't let him.

“Shush!” You say. He looks bewildered.

A moment passes, and you realize that the noise was only from the knights rushing to look for Satoru as well.

You find yourself staying still despite having nothing to hide from the knights. ‘Why do I feel like I've done something wrong?!’

You take the time to analyze the man in front of you while waiting for the knights to depart. Though you can feel his strong build, he doesn't resist you. Perhaps he isn't particularly dangerous, or maybe he doesn't see you as enough of a threat to put up a fight.

The latter irks you more than you thought it would.

The noises fade, and you're about to loosen your grip on the stranger when you hear more sounds. This time, it's the boisterous laughter of those annoying, pompous delegates.

Annoyance paints your face just thinking about the ridiculous rumors they spread. If only they'd properly do their jobs instead of gossiping and pestering you to get married. Imagine if they saw you now, pinning this man to the wall. Why, they would probably chatter about it for years and—

You suddenly realize how... delicate your current situation is.

You panic, and the stranger tilts his head as if asking you, ‘What?’

“Shhhhh!!!” Before you could help it, you shush the man with urgency, using your hands to cover his mouth. You couldn't even begin to comprehend the international scandal that would unfold should you be discovered in this very compromising position—with a noble you've never met, no less!

“Did you hear that the crown prince disappeared again?” One of the delegates cackled.

“Oh my, again? Then was the princess sent to fetch him?”

“It seems so! But I hear she has been gone for some time as well! Ho ho!”

“Perhaps she has gotten tired playing her brother's keeper. I can't believe the future of the empire lies on the shoulders of someone so happy-go-lucky. Tsk.”

The voices fade. Holding your breath, you crane your neck every which way to see if the delegates have truly left. You finally spare the stranger a glance once you're met with a noiseless hallway. You sigh deeply.

‘This man would probably be angry’, you think to yourself...

You expected him to be mad, or to throw a tantrum. You waited for him to shove you off despite you being a princess—to demand an explanation and god forbid, compensation for the stress they endured this entire ordeal. That's how most, if not all, nobles were these days. Entitled beyond repair.

But to your surprise, you find him smiling. The corners of his eyes pinch as if he finds the situation very amusing. His shoulders shake due to laughter, and that's when you notice the color of his coat—a deep bluish purple... The color reminds you of the Inumaki clan, of the flag on the carriage you saw arriving this morning.

...

Ah. You let go of him.

His eyes glow with mischief as he watches you take in his appearance. The coat. The color of his hair. The purple eyes...

...The markings he reveals after he pulls down his collar.

You've played yourself a fool.

You back away from him immediately, clearing your throat and smoothing your hands over your skirt. “I deeply apologize, prince Toge.” You bow deeply.

Toge bows to you as well. Afterwards, he begins to sign a response. ‘You have a strong grip, princess.’

Your cheeks grow warm. Of course he decides to make fun of you. But then again, it was very rude of you to have literally cornered and restrained him.

“Again, I'm sorry.” You take a deep breath. “As you may have heard, I was looking for my brother. I only followed you because I thought you were him.”

His eyes glint wickedly. ‘And the pinning?’

“I-I was flustered.” You still are, but you curtsy to him and look to the floor to hide your expression. “Please excuse me. I must go.”

Toge watches you leave, and a smile blooms on his face when he sees your ears turning red.

He looks back to the stunning window at the end of the hall, and engraves into his memory how beautiful you had looked under the iridescent moonlight.

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After trying (and failing) to find your dearest brother, you decide to return to the ballroom. You spot your trio of best friends conversing near the buffet table. Prince Megumi catches your sight first, and walks briskly to meet you.

“Where have you been?” He asks, and you think this is the most frazzled you've seen of the dark haired prince.

“I was looking for my brother, where else?” Your thoughts wander to prince Toge, and you subconsciously look around to see if he has returned as well. Your eyes find prince Yuji and princess Nobara approaching.

“When we thought you were taking too long, we left to find you.” Nobara explains. “But we ended up finding your brother instead.” She gestures to the end of the ballroom, where Satoru is sprawled on his seat next to the emperor's.

“Serves him right to look so bored. He's so much more trouble than he's worth.” You tsk.

Yuji catches your attention. “But I don't understand what took you so long, princess. You usually find him quickly, did something happen?”

Once again, your mind is brought back to Toge, and how he looked when you first saw him.

You must have taken a beat longer to reply. The three of them suddenly lean closer to try and read your expression.

“Are you alright?”

“Don't you dare try to keep whatever this is a secret from us!”

“So something did happen!”

They bombard you with questions, and you're suddenly overwhelmed. “I'll explain if you all let me, now will you?”

You pull them towards the wall, where there are less people, before explaining what happened.

...

You immediately regret doing so.

Your friends fail to compose themselves as they laugh. You're baffled as even Megumi laughs at you. He tries to cover his mouth, but it's too late. You glare at all of them.

“I can't believe you told prince Toge, of all people, to shush!” Nobara wipes her eyes with a handkerchief.

Yuji is still keeled over as he nods. “I would have paid to see that!”

“Now I understand what Maki and Panda were laughing about earlier, and why they kept looking over at us.” Megumi smirks at you teasingly.

“No!” You gasp. “They didn't!”

“Oh yes they did!” Yuji counters. “It all makes sense now!”

The trio seems to have regained their composure, but you're still a bit miffed. You refuse their offer to dance with you.

“I don't want to dance with any of you right now.”

“Oh shush, princess!” Nobara says, and they're caught in a fit of laughter once again.

But then their eyes shift to something behind you, and their next words get stuck in their throat.

You hear footsteps before you look over your shoulder. Prince Toge advances towards you.

He bows in a graceful motion, just as he did before. ‘I greet the princess of the empire. May I have this dance?’ He asks before holding out his hand.

You expected to be too embarrassed to dance with him well. But you're learning that your expectations are often wrong tonight.

Words fail to describe how wonderful it was to dance with him.

For someone who held him against a wall, the prince looks at you fondly. More fondly than you expected, and more fondly than anyone else has ever regarded you. His movements are confident and smooth as he leads you along to the music.

You want to apologize again, and possibly say that you're enjoying your time with him; but you have the strangest feeling that he already knows.

And thus, you stay silent, and let yourself be swept off your feet. The gentle melody plays on and contrasts with the erratic beating of your heart.

When the dance ends, he leans down to bring his face closer to yours. He takes your hands and brings your fingers up to cover his lips—reminiscent of how you had done earlier when you were hiding. You blush as he kisses your fingers while holding your hands firmly.

You find yourself unable to think of anything else even when the ball draws to a close.

You're unable to properly greet him goodbye, but you meet his eye when he looks over before entering his carriage. He nods, and smiles sweetly at you, the kind that reaches his eyes.

Your attention snaps away from him when Nobara demands you make her your maid of honor at your wedding, and you're left flustered once again.

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A letter from him arrived the next day.

Dearest princess,

I realize I left you last night without apologizing to you. Please accept my apology now, though it may be late. You said you were flustered, and that was what led you to your actions last night. I'm afraid it was the same for me.

I don't know why I ran from you, or why I didn't bother to turn around sooner to confirm the identity of my pursuer. But now I'm certainly glad I didn't, for it has left me with memories I will surely cherish.

I will be frank. I am unable to stop my thoughts of you, and would like to get to know you more. Allow me to be the one to pursue you, this time.

In a few weeks, during the crown prince's birthday banquet, please let me steal you away for a while. I hope to meet you there again, by the window under the moonlight. I look forward to your reply.

Thinking of you,

- Toge

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[PART 2]

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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I looked at your rules page and it looks like you're writing for FNAF again? If so may I request prompts 52, 61, and 46 (from the prompt list you made) for a Withered Bonnie x Technician!Darling?

I'll see what I can do :) Remember, No haunted kids as usual.

Sorry for the long wait! Animatronic or android, doesn't matter.

Yandere! Withered Bonnie Prompts 52, 61, 46

"My world's covered in darkness without you!"

"Being alone is worse than you hating me."

"Even monsters can love, can't they...?"

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Self-aware robot, Malfunctions, Slight violence, Manipulation, Delusional behavior, Implied kidnapping.

Static crackled in his sensors. His hearing was muffled and glitching at the slightest sounds. The crippled bot tried to move but his joints only clicked.

He can barely hear the voice but still tries to snap his head towards it. It isn't until you step in front of him he senses you. Even then it's minimal.

"Woah, calm down over there buddy. You're not even supposed to be on yet. I have assessed what I need to fix."

The bot then tries to speak. You jump when static is all that comes out. He's frustrated but finds your reaction funny.

"Alright... let's try to turn you off for now- It's obvious you need a new arm, faceplate, visual sensors, audio sensors... wow they really wrecked you, huh?"

He would laugh at your comment if he could. It's true, they used his parts to create a new bot. Now that the place was shutting down it seemed they were trying to get the older bots back in order. Why else would you be here in this room?

You don't know he's sentient yet talk to him out of habit. He tries his best to watch your every move out of curiosity. A feeling of company after so many nights of loneliness.

That is until he feels you press something and his system shuts down.

---

Upon his next reboot he sees you again. Yes... his vision is still poor but other parts have improved. This is proven when he tries to speak again.

"H-ello."

It's still a broken voice, but it is a voice. You stop what you're doing and turn towards the bot you're working on. You look tired but relieved.

"Oh good... an improvement. Your ocular parts still need to come in along with the faceplate but... I may have the arm done soon...." You mutter to yourself, not expecting an answer.

"I-I can bar-ley see yo-u."

You step closer to examine his busted endo. You could barely call the red lights sockets. Yet you were close enough he could register your face somewhat.

"Hm..."

"N-Name?"

"Oh, right, the register function. Surprised that works still." You back up a bit and huff. "Just call me (Y/N). I am the mechanic and handler of the older robots."

You then turn around and mumble to yourself. He could barely hear you with his audio damage.

"I'm spread way too thin... this one has the most damage other than the chicken-"

His code registers an uncharacteristic form of sympathy towards you. You're so tired from your job. He wants to be better, to no longer be nearly blind or deaf.... Your state seemed to make his code stutter and emulate strange emotions towards you.

Emotions...?

"That's enough for tonight." You yawn. With that, it's lights out.

He thinks he likes you.

---

Just when he thought the darkness and loneliness would consume him, you grace him with your presence. With new improvements it appears....

He can hear and feel another arm. His voice?

"Hello a-gain."

Needs improvement but it'll do.

"Hello, Bonnie. Looks like the arm works... can you hear me?"

"Y-Yes."

"Great, that works too."

He clicks his head towards you writing in a journal. His vision may be poor but he still can make out you. You look so... nice.

Bonnie finds himself shuffling off the table onto his metal feet. This causes you to swing around to him with slight fear. He doesn't mean to scare you.

"Uhhh... Bonnie, return to the table-"

"(Y/N)... y-you are ti-red."

"Can't do much about that-"

"Y-You can re-st."

"No I can't- Why am I talking to you...."

Bonnie tilts his head, lack of faceplate staring back at you. He wanted to help you like you helped him. Slowly but surely, you're building him again.

For that... he likes you.

Loves you even.

That's the emotion, right?

"Maybe there was a reason you were deactivated... you're eager. I need to be more careful-"

You pull out a remote. A shut off switch for repairs. Bonnie panics, going to grab it before you pull away.

He doesn't want to leave you yet!

He makes a swipe towards you in desperation. Metal claws nearly graze you before you press the button. Just like that, Bonnie's sensors shut down.

You begin to wonder how safe these repair sessions are now.

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Your safety has been compromised. While trying to fix up Bonnie's voice box he had malfunctioned. Your remote was crushed in his metal hands and you had to run out of the room.

Bonnie didn't understand why you ran.

"(Y/N)? Cottontail? Don't run from me...."

The voice box was repaired but his "fur" was still patchy. He had no face or eyes and his endoskeleton remained exposed in various places. He looked terrifying.

You just needed to hope his vision was as horrible as you thought.

"Please come out..." The robot pleads, each step giving off a click of his joints. "My world's covered in darkness without you!"

He meant that quite literally. He was nearsighted with his damaged eye units. Whenever you came into view, you lit up his vision.

You were so nice to help him. He wants to show he cares.

Yet you keep running away.

He stumbles around the dark pizzeria, you had come after hours to work on the robots for relocation. You hide silently in one of the party rooms, a red glow shining through the door of the room.

"Cottontail... please don't be scared. I only wish to care for you."

He steps into the room, trying hard to scan the area. He can barely make out anything.

"Being alone is worse than you hating me...." The voice box buzzes out near you, the large rabbit bot turning until red lights stared at you. You thought he wouldn't see you.

"There you are, my cottontail...."

"Don't call me that, monster! You're glitching! Stay away from me!"

You go to scramble away but Bonnie swipes at you before you leave his poor vision. You feel cold metal dig into you before pulling you closer. The body of the robot feels fuzzy and worn once you collide with it.

"Monster...? You think I am a monster?"

The tone that buzzes out sounds saddened.

"I only wish to show you how thankful I am. I want to show you I love what you do for me... that I love you."

Something sparks within him, scaring you. When you scream he tilts his head. You lean back when he stiffly leans forward, voice box crackling one more phrase.

"Even monsters can love, can't they...?"

#yandere five nights at freddys #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf 2 #yandere withered bonnie

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barbiiebrat · 9 months

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"Babe, I'm home."

You look up from washing the dishes from breakfast and see me walk in the door carrying in a few groceries. I set them down on the counter behind you and walk over, slipping one arm around your waist. "I got your birth control prescription," I say, handing you a small box of pills. You don't take it, you just stare at it, confused. "That's not the right box," you say. "The colours are different."

I sigh and point out the writing. "No, try to read it properly." I enounce each syllable slowly and carefully. "No-ri-thin-drone. E-thin-yl Es-tro-di-ol." I pause to give you a moment to process. "The name brand was discontinued so I had them give you the generic. That's all."

You relax a bit and lean against me, relieved, and a little embarrassed. "Oh, that's OK then. I'm sorry I couldn't understand the words," you say.

"That's OK babydoll, you know I'm here to look out for you." I gently grab the back of your hair and turn your head to me. "But you really should trust me better. I think I need to give you 5 spanks tonight," I say with a teasing smile. You blush and try to look away. "Yes sir, I think that would be appropriate." You take the box and open it. "I'll take the first pill right now."

… …

By mid afternoon you feel like something is wrong. You're desperately wet and horny, but you've done nothing all day but clean and do chores (you'd been trying to be a better domestic partner after losing your accounting job; turns out accounting is hard when you're illiterate). You come find me in the home office.

"Sir, are you sure you gave me the right pills. Something feels… off," you say, standing in the doorway nervously. I close my laptop screen and pinch my nose in annoyance. "What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well…" you pause, too embarrassed to describe how you feel. "Tell me now," I say. "I'm busy."

"Well. It's just that I'm really turned on. Like I'm desperate. And um. I can't stop thinking about cock. And getting railed. I want it so bad."

I roll my eyes. "And that's a problem to you? You don't put out enough as it is." I wave you out dismissively. "We already dealt with this, I read you the active ingredients. And just so we're clear, attitude problems like this are why you're getting 50 spanks tonight. Now get out."

You turn to leave, embarrassed at the scene you just created, but you stop short. "Wait, sir. I think that's wrong. It was 5 spanks, not 50," you say.

I close my laptop again, visibly angry this time. "Are you doing this on purpose? We talked about this not 4 hours ago. You really think I said 5? You really think 5 is enough of a punishment for your attitude today?" I point out the office door. "Get the fuck out and stop being such a stupid, forgetful whore."

… …

Today had not been a good day. After your little fit in my office, you spent the day being the best, most obedient housewife you could be. You made a delicious dinner for us, and did all the household chores. Now it was punishment time, where you could wipe the slate clean and be forgiven for what you did. You were a little excited, not just to be punished but also for the fucking that would come after that you so desperately needed (seriously, what happened to your body? You had to give up on even wearing panties, they just got so soaked).

You were dressed up in lingerie and lying on your stomach in bed, gently swaying your ass back and forth. You hoped I approved. I walk in the bedroom carrying a long case.

"Get over here, get on your knees, and face the mirror," I say sternly. You hesitate; my instructions don't make sense. "Now!" I yell. You scramble over and do as you're told. "Good. Now hands behind your back and present your tits," I say, pulling an oak cane out of the case. "You're not good with numbers so try to stay focused. 150 is a big number."

Your eyes widen. "Wait, sir, no. It was 50 spanks. What's the cane even for?"

I clench my jaw, kneel down, and grab you by your hair. I shake your head violently. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I half yell. "Why can't you remember anything I tell you? We talked about this twice today, which is already once more than should have been necessary." I stand and place myself just behind you. "Sit up straight and present your tits. You're getting 150 strikes with the cane, plus another 50 for being such a stupid cunt and talking back."

You were crying before I even hit you, although the caning didn't help. You watched yourself in the mirror, a stupid, broken, useless whore who couldn't even remember her punishments. You were ashamed, feeling guilty that I tried so hard to guide and correct you and you just couldn't keep up.

By strike 50 you could see the welts and bruises clear as day. You had to find some way to make it up to me. Maybe you could give me your ass? Be an anal whore for me? Maybe you could dress skimpier around the home, be more pleasing to me. God your cunt is just so wet. Maybe if you just played with yourself a little…

By strike 100 you were in incredible pain. You flinched from every hit. You tried to look away; seeing the strike swing before impact, the anticipation of it, was horrible. But I grabbed your head and made you look, made you wait patiently for each strike. You just could not think of how to please me. There must be something you could do. You did always notice how I looked at your friend Hannah. Maybe if you brought her over for me, that might do it. You could just play with... rub yourself, just like you're doing now, while you watched Hannah and I…

By strike 150 you start shaking. You'd given up flinching, and openly fingered yourself. You couldn't stop thinking about Hannah. You knew she'd never go for it, but maybe you could get her drunk, roofie her, hold her down; maybe you could prove how useful you are, maybe I'd compliment you, give you a reward for being such a good girl. God, the pain and pleasure mixed was just too much, you feel like you're about to dissociate…

I wack your hand as your finger yourself. You yelp and pull your hand back, and I take the moment to wack your newly exposed clit, hard. You're brought out of your reverie screaming in pain, collapsing on the floor and sobbing. "What number were we at?" I demand

"I-uh-I-um-I-I-I don't know," you stammer between sobs. "No, no it was 195, please I'm sure, please don't hit my clit again." More sobs heave out of you. "Please sir I just want to cum, let me call Hannah, I'm sure she'll come over just please please I need to cum I can't take anymore please"

"Why the fuck are you talking about Hannah? Get back up and get on your knees, we need to restart." I grab your hair and pull you back into position, shaking and terrified. You can't make it, you're sure you can't make it, you know you deserve it but it's too much. "I swear to god if you fuck this up again I'm grabbing a steel dowel instead."

Your heart falls. You're going to mess it up. You know you're a stupid whore. How could you do anything else?

mmm godddd this was so hot i got naked and got my vibrator out in the middle of the day

#anon <3 #i know who this is 😈😈#free use kink #noncon drugging #somnophilia #dumbification #intoxication kink #forced intox #fuckt0y #bimb0fication #men are superior #women are inferior #gaslighting kink

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princetofbone · 9 months

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i just found out that despite busting my ass to get my summer school done, my school won't even let me take the placement exam to see if I can take the course I need to.

I also didn't get the job I was really excited about which I knew was going to happen but still sucks

I am. so disappointed, and I feel awful and am half into a panic attack and have been all day.

So let's discuss what to do when you are crushed and feel awful and just want to give up on everything because it feels like nothing is going your way

ask yourself if there is anything you can do to resolve the situation. I've emailed pretty much every teacher I know, my counselor, and the head of the math department now it's a waiting game(which sucks)

plan something fun to try and get your mind off of it- I found a concert that is happening tonight and I'm going... I am really stressed about driving at night tho so idk if it is actually that helpful

let yourself cry. put on some calming musing and punch a pillow, scream into it, let yourself be mad that things are not going how you want them to.

talk to someone about it or write a journal entry. I'm already feeling better and I haven't even written my entry yet, I'm just working through this post. It helps rationalize and let the emotions out.

dont blame yourself if it was outside of your control- honestly, dont blame yourself even if it was inside your control because the goal rn is trying to fix the "I'm a terrible person who deserves to die because this didn't work/go to plan/I did something wrong so I hate myself" mentality and sometimes you just gotta ignore your responsibilities

if there is something you can do about the situation, be a karen. call the people who might be able to help and demand that they do what they can. especially if it is outside of your control and you worked your ass off, fight for yourself.

anyways ima go cry into my journal for a bit and see if I can keep finishing my work so I can send in the complete course and see if that will help my councilor deal with this

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supercorpkid · 2 months

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Powergirl Should Die - Final

Supergirl. Powergirl. Kara Danvers x BabyDanvers!Reader, Alex Danvers x BabyDanvers!Reader, Lena Luthor, J'onn J'onnz, Winn Schott.

Word Count: 2750.

Part 1. Part 2.

Powergirl is gone.

"Boss." You nod at J'onn when you fly into the DEO. Alex hears your voice and makes her way towards the both of you. "Tag me in tonight. I've got a good night of rest. I'm ready to patrol the hell out of this town."

"I'm sorry, Powergirl." J'onn, whose voice displays no emotion at all, says. "I'm taking you out of this case. You're too close to the cause."

"What? Of course I'm too close, it's about me!” You speak a little too loud and notice all the other agents pretending they can't hear you. "You can't get me out of the case of someone trying to kill me."

"Are they? Trying to kill you?" You hear Winn's voice on J’onn’s back and you turn your head to look at him. You must be making some face because he looks scared when he sees you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't butt in."

"Yeah, you shouldn't, computer guy."

"Hey!" Alex defends him and you roll your eyes.

"I just –" Winn continues even after seeing you scowl. "They haven't done anything. You have been getting those messages for a couple of weeks now. You should think someone would have tried something. Did anyone try anything?"

"No."

"Besides," Alex chimes in again. "It's not wise getting yourself in danger for it. Wait around, when we catch them you can do the interrogation yourself."

"Is this for real?" You look at the three agents ganging up on you, looking dead serious about it. You shake your head in disbelief. "This whole place is a joke!"

You go to L Corp for lunch. You show up with a bag of Belly Burgers and a whole speech for Lena. The thing is, Lena truly helped you sleep well the night before. With her you felt safe and yourself. Even with her finding out that you are Powergirl, you could let yourself forget about it, at least while you were in her arms. But still you can't help but feel like you took advantage of her.

You decide to save this whole conversation until after you both finish eating.

"Hey," Lena slides in a little closer, reaching for your hand on top of the couch. "You were quiet all throughout lunch. You know you can trust me with your secret, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm not worried about that." You give her a truthful smile and she slides in even closer, grabbing your hand and holding it between hers.

"What are you worried about, then? Let me in." Lena requests so softly, there's no way you can deny her. "I know the writing is keeping you awake," She makes sure. "but what else is keeping you closed off?"

"Lena." Her name comes out as a whine, and as result she kisses your temple while squeezing your hand in comfort. "What if the writing is coming from someone I know?"

She furrows her brows, but doesn't press you further. "Then you can do something about it, right? You're Powergirl! You're the strongest person I know!"

"Really?" She agrees with her head. You don't buy it. "What about Supergirl?"

"I mean, don't you and Kara have the same powers? Why would she be stronger?" Lena seems sincere, like she truly doesn't think that Kara is better than you in any way, including being a superhero.

"Yeah, I guess." You don't wanna tell her that you think your own sister is writing those things. Lena is Kara's best friend too. You can't poison that unless you know for sure. And the only way you can know for sure is if you confront your sister. "I guess I do have to do something about it."

You're not exactly thrilled to have this conversation with Kara, but it seems to be overdue.

"Hey," Lena whispers a bit closer. "I'm here for whatever you need. Always."

"I thought you would be mad that I didn't tell you I was Powergirl."

"I was. It lasted half a second." Lena says and you smile widely at her.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I was so sleep deprived I just made you uncomfortable with the whole nonsense about you getting me naked. I mean, obviously you wouldn't wanna kiss–"

Lena interrupts you, with her lips crashing into yours. You first widen your eyes in surprise, but when her hand makes way to your neck, you're quick to close your eyes and melt into the kiss.

"I wasn't gonna kiss you yesterday." She whispers, breaking the kiss, and you slowly open your eyes. Your faces are so close you see every single color in Lena's iris. She's so damn beautiful. "You were so tired, it was like taking advantage of a drunk girl."

"I would've let you, though." You joke and she laughs before kissing you again. "Thank you, darling. You have no idea how much you've helped me last night. It was the first night in months I haven't had a single nightmare."

"Glad to be at service." Lena kisses your cheek, and you move your hands out of hers to snuggle her into your embrace. "Same time tonight?"

"Can't wait." You punctuate it with kisses on her face, and finally breathe deep. At least a good thing since you can't patrol the city tonight. Although, you don't think there will be any writing done. Not after you confront Kara about it.

It's after work when you fly through Kara's apartment window, unceremoniously.

"Oh hey!" Kara opens her arms excitedly when she sees you and you give her a forced smile. "You were reading my mind, I was about to call you and ask you to come over."

You make your way inside, but not before your sister pulls you in for a hug and a kiss on the top of your head.

"Why?" You untangle yourself making way to her couch. She furrows her brows when notices that you don't hug her back, but you're already throwing yourself on the couch, supersuit and all.

"Alex told me J'onn decided to take you off the case." You raise your head at her when she comes closer, a clear scowl. "I'm sorry, mini me. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make the writing stop, ok?" Kara kneels in front of you, reaches for a loose strand of hair, and puts it behind your ear. "It will be alright."

"Will it?" You glare at her, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"It will." Kara gives you a trying smile. "In the meantime, maybe you can talk to Lena about having more sleepovers, so you can continue sleeping well. I'm sure she won't mind."

"Why are you so worried about how well I sleep?"

"Because!" You hear her heart picking up the pace, so you wait for the rest, sure you must be closing in on her real reasons. "Sleep is important, and I know you were having a hard time with it. Nightmares ain't fun." You raise an eyebrow at her, she licks her lips. "And you said you were having them for a while. How-how long again?"

"Months."

"Right. Months with no good sleep, having to work and be a superhero. It takes a toll."

"You know what else takes a toll on people?" Kara raises an eyebrow in question. "Lying."

"Um, I guess. Have you? Been lying?"

"Me?" You can't believe she won't admit it. And she thinks you're the one lying. What the hell. "Oh no, I'm not the liar. You are."

"What?" Kara's mouth opens and closes a few times, like she can't believe she got caught. Like she didn't think you would find out. "What are you even talking about?"

And then, just like that, you snap. Anger starts boiling your blood, and you get up in a swift movement, ready to unleash hell. She stumbles back in surprise. It takes her a few seconds to get up too.

"You made me a superhero. Forced me into this life." You spit out greeted teeth. "Have you ever thought I could want something else? Have you ever thought of me as something other than a mini you?"

"What?"

"You got me to work for you and Alex! So you could both control my every step! And now what? Now you don't want me to be Powergirl anymore?"

"What?" She repeats, looking so surprised, you don't know how she can fake it so well. When did your sister become such a good actress? "What do you mean? Of course I do!"

"Then why have you been writing on fucking billboards and buildings that Powergirl should die?" Kara's eyes widen so much, you can't help but to roll your own. "Oh Rao, stop playing dumb already! I saw you, ok?"

"You saw me?"

"Red cape, blonde hair flying in the wind. All of it."

Kara furrows her eyebrows, "Really?" You agree with your head. "Red cape like this one?" She grabs your cape, pulling you to the direction of the mirror. "Blonde hair like that one?" She points at your reflection.

"Oh yeah, that makes sense." You can't stop the irony thick in your voice. "Yeah, sure. I'm the one writing that I should die."

"You are." Kara holds your face between her hands. "You haven't been having nightmares, Y/N. What you think you're dreaming, it's really happening. And the red cape you saw was yours."

"No."

"It's not the first time, either. You used to have them in Krypton too. Used to go around doing things you wouldn't remember and blame them on me."

"You're lying." You push Kara away from you so strongly, you're amazed she doesn't fall. "Just admit you did it! Why won't you?"

"Because I did! Our whole lives I would take the blame for everything you did while you were sleepwalking. With mother and father, Eliza, even with Alex. Gosh, Alex is still mad at me for destroying her chances to go to Europe when you were the one that did it!"

"No, you did it! You – You exploded Alex's stuff with your heat vision and Eliza thought you were feeling left out, I saw your blonde hair!" You stop yourself, walking backwards until your legs hit the couch again and you fall in it, wordless.

"You hate being Powergirl so you want her dead." Kara whispers lightly not to startle you. "I can't take the blame for this, because it won't stop it. You're the one that has to stop this now." She clears her throat to make sure you're still listening. "Kid, I can protect you from all the monsters and villains and planet explosions, but I can't protect you from yourself."

Your mind is screaming at you. Short-circuiting being overflowed with memories. She is right. Oh no, Kara is right. It was you all along.

When Kal was born you were jealous of the attention he was getting, so you stole his baby blanket and hid under Kara's bed.

You lost your spy beacon, so aunt Astra could only communicate with Kara afterwards. But you blamed Kara for having stolen yours and everyone believed you.

Alex said she wouldn't be back from college that year. Instead, she was going to Europe for the summer. You got mad and sad, you missed your sister so much and was so anxious to see her, yet she wasn't coming home. So you did it. You exploded Alex's side of the room and said Kara did it.

And Kara took the blame. She took the blame for you again and again. She would have people yelling at her, mad at her, but she wouldn't accuse you.

Oh my God, you just blamed your sister for wanting you dead when she was only trying to protect you from yourself again.

"Kara," You raise your tear-soaked face at her. "I swear I didn't know. I – I didn't do it on purpose."

"I know, baby." She whispers, one lonely tear rolling down her cheeks.

"No, I – Kara, I –" You can't talk. Can't breathe. It's all too much. "I'm sorry." You fall on your kneecaps, head hanging low. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll tell Alex, I'll call Eliza and tell her too, I wish I could tell mother and father, I wish I –"

Kara kneels in front of you, pulls your face to her chest and hugs your head. "You're ok. It's ok." She kisses the crown of your head. "It's what I'm here for. I'm here to protect you. I'm here to prevent you from getting hurt. I would've taken the blame for this too, if I could. But if I did, the writing would never stop."

"You took the blame for everything." You cry harder. "Oh Rao, I've been hating you for weeks. But it was all my fault. And you," You look up to her, though you can't see right with all of the tears blurring your view. "You knew. I was treating you so badly, and you knew exactly why."

Kara shrugs. She doesn't care that you've been blaming her. Why doesn't she care?

"I told you," She answers the question right out of your mind. "I will always protect you. And I won't stop just because you're being mean to me. I'm your big sister and I love you."

You hold her tight, crying non stop, unable to tell her how much you love her too. But she knows. She knows by the way you're sobbing and giving her a bone-crushing hug at the same time.

"It's time to let Powergirl go, baby." She cleans your tears, and helps you up. "Come on, let's let her go."

"But – But you need my help, you need me to be her." You whine, even though you are making it easier for Kara to detach the cape from your back.

"No." Kara speaks softly and kisses your temple, soothing. "I don't need Powergirl. I need my sister. I need you, Y/N."

She helps you out of your stupid gloves and boots, while you cry. You don't know why you're crying. You're happy, you’re finally free of this gigantic responsibility that was placed on your back. You’re happy you won’t have to lie anymore. And yet, you cry.

“Come on, it’s over now.” Kara shows up in front of you with one of her baggy hoodie and you’re out of skin tight suit soon after. And so you can finally breathe again.

You watch Kara carefully folding your suit and placing them in a box. She gives it to you so you can decide what to do with it. You don’t take the box from her hands.

“You keep it. In case of an emergency.”

Kara looks at the box in her hands. “I’ll not ask you to put on this suit again, I promise.”

And you believe her. But you also know that if any of your sisters or Lena are in danger, no one will even have to ask you.

“You take it to the DEO then. I’m sure they’ll keep it safe.” You hug Kara tight, one last tear falling from your eye. “Thank you for everything. Thank you for keeping me safe and always protecting me. El Mayarah."

"El Mayarah, mini you. Mini sis? Minnie Mouse!" Kara says and scrunches her nose at it.

"Yikes."

"I'll think of something else." Kara guarantees, kissing the top of your head. And you make your way to the door. "Wait," She says before you leave. "You're not wearing pants."

"Oh," You look at the large hoodie reaching mid thighs. "It's fine, I don't think Lena would mind."

"I knew it!" Kara says excitedly, and then she furrows her brows right after. "Can't let you leave the house with no pants, though. Especially now that I know where you're going."

"Fineeee." You pretend to be annoyed, but you're not really. It wasn't a good idea leaving the house without pants. Kara gives you matching sweatpants and kisses your head one more time before you leave.

"I'm happy for you and Lena, little one." Then she smiles brightly, eyes lightning up as well. "I think I got it this time."

"You've got it."

Powergirl is gone. Not dead. But definitely gone. And that lifts a huge weight from your shoulders and you're completely sure you won't have nightmares and won't sleepwalk again. At least not for that reason.

But hey, who are you to skip a sleepover date with your beautiful girlfriend, right?

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #kara x reader #lena x reader #reader insert #alex danvers #baby danvers

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