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starrynights-sunnyskies · 25 days

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as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!reader, social media au, (1/-)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: coming

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yourusername: life lately! from coffee dates to dinner dates. won't complain! Liked by marisabel_rguez, albapts9, janafernandez3 and 1,294 others

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marialeonn16 all i see is good🍝 ↳ yourusername how can you tell it's good? ↳ marialeonn16 i have a sixth sense for such things

albapts9 thank you for making me feel single ↳ yourusername omg you're so welcome!

alexiaputellas 😍 liked by yourusername

bff2 love seeing you so happy 💕 ↳ yourusername 😊

janafernandez3 the most adorable couple! liked by yourusername

ingridengen so cute! 💖 liked by yourusername

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yourusername: no trouble in paradise for me! ✨ unexpected, last-minute solo trip, but it was one of the best trips ever ☀️ Liked by jennihermoso, claudiaapina, begovargas and 1,439 others

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albapts9 wdym solo?? weren't you going together?? ↳ yourusername i'm still alive, aren't i? ↳ alexiaputellas 🤨 ↳ abapts9 text me.

begovargas let's meet up again soooon! ↳ yourusername time and place ✍️

claudiaapina 😍☀️

bff1 sunny girl 🌴

bff2 bestie, we've got you 🤝😔 liked by yourusername

jennihermoso the most beautiful 👼 liked by yourusername

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yourusername: be with those that matter 🖤 tagged: ingridengen, albapts9, alexiaputellas, ona.battle, salmaparalluelo and 3 others Liked by: marisabel_rguez, marialeonn16, keirawalsh and 1,938 others

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albapts9 why's ale on here twice and i'm not liked by alexiaputellas ↳ yourusername she's older than you 😁 ↳ albapts9 that makes zero sense?? ↳ albapts9 but i love you and i'm so proud of you. liked by yourusername

username1 Nala too aw 🥹

ingridengen ily girlie! liked by yourusername

salmaparalluelo Never forget, you always have us😌 liked by yourusername ↳ ona.battle Things will be alright, you're a tough 🍪 liked by yourusername

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yourusername just added to their story

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yourusername: what's the name of this clu-hub? i've got the best girlfriends 🖤 Liked by alexiaputellas, marialeonn16, marisabel_rguez and 1,879 others

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alexiaputellas Have fun but be responsible 😁 ↳ jennihermoso Then how is she supposed to have fun? 🤐 ↳ alexiaputellas Incorrigible... ↳ jennihermoso She's only young once ☝️

bff2 💃🍸 liked by yourusername

bff1 clique! 💍 ↳ yourusername more like clicquot 🥂 ↳ bff2 remind me to never drink so much again 😂 ↳ yourusername oh hush, the uber driver LOVED your rendition of enrique iglesias ↳ bff3 yeah, so much so that he dropped us off five streets earlier 🤣 ↳ yourusername thank you for being the best and helping me forget 😘

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yourusername: i'm a simple girl. i love flowers. Liked by albapts9, alexiaputellas, marisabel_rguez and 1,483 more

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albapts9 yet no one to buy them for you. pity, pity. ↳ alexiaputellas Too soon. 😐 ↳ yourusername @/albapts9 shut it, alabama. Liked by alexiaputellas ↳ albapts9 the betrayal😮

bff1 😍

username2 I VOLUNTEER 🫡

marialeonn16 favourite putellas 😉

ingrid_engen pretty flower girl 🌼

janafernandez3 guapa, mi amiga!

username3 NO ONE buying this gem flowers??? jail time. for all of you.

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albapts9: thank you to whoever made my baby sister smile. also, fuck you for not getting me any! tagged: yourusername Liked by alexiaputellas, marisabel_rguez, claudiaapina and 1,012 others

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alexiaputellas 😍 liked by yourusername

marialeonn16 happy tiny p, happy team 🤘🏽 ↳ ingridengen babe, this sounds a little questionable in english ↳ keirawalsh 🤣😭

yourusername shouldn't have made fun of me for being single then 😛 ↳ albapts9 go do someting about it then!! ↳ yourusername but i'm shy and not ready 😔

jennihermoso the cutest!

claudiaapina So deserved for always looking out for the rest of us! 😊 ↳ albapts9 was it you?? ↳ claudiaapina No, but definitely regretting we all didn't think of this sooner 😅

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yourusername: found the best surprise on my doorstep. could get used to this. Liked by marisabel_rguez, salmaparalluelo, patriguijarro and 988 others

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albapts9 😤 ↳ yourusername go cry about it, albaricoque ↳ albapts9 she's bullying me @/alexiaputellas ↳ alexiaputellas you made her this way 🙂 liked by yourusername

username1 Getting a little sus, no? ↳ username2 either it's someone she knows irl or it's starting to get reaaally creepy reaaaally fast ↳ username3 Time to investigate? 🤓 ↳ username5 shut up, it's so cute, let her have this

salmaparalluelo jealous!! ☺️

username4 be careful 😅

marialeonn16 take two; happy putty, happy team ↳ ingridengen getting there! almost! 😙 ↳ yourusername as long as you don't call me Baby P anymore, it's fine! liked by keirawalsh

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albapts9: SERIOUSLY? tagged: yourusername Liked by marisabel_rguez, yourusername, alexiaputellas and 763 others

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marialeonn16 bambi has gotten herself an admirer!! ↳ username1 or a stalker 😟 ↳ bff2 Omg!!! Stop it 😣 ↳ alexiaputellas 🤨

albapts9 WE WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE ↳ yourusername you're scaring them away ↳ albapts9 well, i'm still not sure if i should be thankful they're making you smile or worried they know how to even reach you??? ↳ yourusername it's fine, probably someone from the team having a good time with this 😇 ↳ albapts9 this is how people get killed, y/n

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yourusername: she can only bark to confirm, but take it from me that i'm her favourite auntie 🐶 tagged: lanalalamala Liked by marisabel_rguez, alexiaputellas, ingridengen and 1,394 others

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alexiaputellas 😍 Give her a kiss from me! liked by yourusername

marisabel_rguez Muy preciosa, the both of you 😁

albapts9 biased source... but okay, you do look cute together ☺️ liked by yourusername

ingridengen 🐶 liked by yourusername

janafernandez3 best duo! liked by yourusername

bff1 the sweetest!

username2 lol not misa getting ignored ↳ username3 😂😭

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yourusername: kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me 😘 Liked by pedri, ferrantorres, leahwilliamsonn and 6,509 others

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albapts9 you tell 'em. alexiaputellas Proud of you 😘 ingridengen the most gorgeous! username1 🔥 pedri 😊 sakinakarchaoui 👼 begovargas !!! bff2 ohhh 💖 marisabel_rguez So so beautiful! 😊 liekemartens Knaaaaap! _emilyfox 😍 keira walsh 👌 username1 also remember, you deserve the world. ↳ liked by marisabel_rguez ferrantorres yes!!! 😍 ↳ alexiaputellas No. liked by albapts9 jennihermoso GUAPA marialeonn16 👏😘 username3 a little too vain, no? ashley.sanchez serving! 💅🏽 alejandrobalde Check ur dms ↳ yourusername how about no? liked by albapts9 username4 attention seeking behaviour 😬 bff5 ma'am, your number, pls? 😫 victoriapelova 😮 ↳ leahwilliamsonn 😮 ↳ victoriapelova what are you doing here? ↳ leahwilliamsonn what are YOU doing here? leilaouahabi yessss 😌 sara_doorsoun ✨ username6 lol she's gathered all the woso girlies with just one post

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yourusername: miles away and yet the flowers still find me. it's as if they knew i was having the most terrible week. thank you, stranger. Liked by marisabel_rguez, janafernandez3, liekemartens and 1,001 others

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claudiaapena The mystery commences 😮 liked by yourusername

bff4 well, they probably did then! 👀

username1 Getting creepier!! username2 yeah, i don't like this. at all. 🚩 username3 not unless it's someone on the team/she knows. y/n's in the same place as them right now, she travelled with alexia to the away game, remember? username4 let's start digging? for real now! 🧐

jennihermoso Are you sure you're not keeping us hooked by buying them yourself? 🤪 liked by yourusername

albapts9 AGAIN? ↳ yourusername 😇 ↳ albapts9 also, call me. i want to be there for you. i miss smiley you.

marisabel_rguez pretty flowers for a pretty girl 🌼

janafernandez3 Everything will be okay 💕 liked by yourusername

ingridengen me next please! ↳ marialeonn16 ✍️👍

begovargas 😭💕 liked by yourusername

username5 oh no, misa... not again 🤣 ↳ username6 was just thinking the same 😅

salmaparalluelo Still no note? ↳ yourusername still no note!!! un dia 🤞

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#misa rodriguez x reader #misa rodriguez social media au #woso social media au #misa rodriguez x putellas!reader #woso imagine #woso x reader

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nburkhardt · 9 months

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Steve’s actual favorite pastime is coloring.

Buys any sort of coloring book and sits at his desk with crayons or coloring pencils. Sometimes even paint.

Before everything it was to ease stress from the pedestal people keep him on. It was for those weird feeling he gets over phone calls with his parents.

After everything it was to escape his mind, to ease his heart from beating too much. It was there to remind himself of the beauty in life. To see simple things, to try and erase all the ugly memories.

He keeps it to himself, loves that it’s his thing and the peace he gets from it is so calming.

But the only person to find out about this is Robin. She couldn’t sleep after Starcourt and had to be near him, just to make sure he’s still there, that the Russians didn’t take him away. So, she breaks in and finds him sitting in his bedroom at the desk with his stack of coloring books, his pencils and crayons around him.

She watched his face go through all the emotions and before he can even open his mouth, she just asks “Anything with animals? Do you have pastels?”

For a few short seconds, she thought he’d deny it and figure out something to get her to forget. But instead of that he grabs a book, pushes things around and gave a hesitant smile at her.

From then on, Steve’s quiet time is Steve and Robin’s quiet time.

They buy each other books, finds new coloring supplies, argue over which page is better.

They spill secrets on dirty bathroom floors, laugh with tears streaming down their cheeks but during this? They’re listening to music on low, trade stories in hushed tones, humming along as they color in books.

It’s theirs and it’s Steve favorite thing.

Oh this got a little longer then I thought. It was just a silly thing that took a tiny turn. (Still v short I know)

A tag list under the cut 🫡

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @zerokrox-blog @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @i-less-than-three-you @grimmfitzz

Oh and btw, i’m a little high and currently coloring and this popped up in my head. Also also I got SCENTED MARKERS today and and RETRACTEABLE ONES!!! I’m v excited ☺️

#Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #stobin fic #platonic stobin #stobin #stranger things #nburkhardt writes #they are everything to me #Steve is an artist and no one can tell me otherwise #also also Robin dresses with loads of darks but LOVES to color with pastels only

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lvlyghost · 10 months

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Half My Soul

Pairings: John Price x F!Reader

Summary: No one is supposed to be at the compound. But after a visit turns into hell, John finds you there.

Word Count: 1.1k

Tw: blood, angst, hurt with a lot of comfort. john is literally the best. description of injuries and violence. domestic abuse(? also daddy issues(??? think that's it.💫

A/N: Hmm, so this was supposed to be longer but ended up scrapping a lot of it while editing lolol. Enjoy🫡🌸🤍🩵

Masterlist✨ Part 2

It's not the physical pain what hurts the most. Not the busted lip, the purple eye or the scratches on your arms.

It's the reminder of the person who caused it. The eyes of the man who was supposed to look after you, to shield you from the bad people.

The man who was supposed to protect you. Eyes void of any kind of remorse. Hurtful words spat when you tried to help him.

You're soaking wet by the time you reach the infirmary. The whole compound is silent. Nobody's supposed to be here. The lightning illuminated the night sky through the window as you rummage around looking for bandages and painkillers, anything you can use to fix your deplorable condition. You use the sleeve of your hoodie to clean your face from your tear stained cheeks, the fabric becoming a shade of crimson red thanks to the blood sliding down from the tiny graze on your temple.

"This is what you get for trying to help him."

You scold yourself, more salty tears pricking at the side of your eyes.

You should've stayed with John when he asked you. Go to his apartment and spend the night with a nice supper and a bottle of wine. Choking down a cry you slam the cabinet door shut, wincing at the sound of glass as it almost shattered.

You swore this would be the last time you'd go. Never again will you set a foot back into that god forsaken house; your house. The place that once felt like a home when your mother was still around. Cooking breakfast for you with a weak smile, struggling to move around due to her illness. Fuck, you missed her so much it hurt. Your lips quiver at the thought of her; life would be so much better if she was here.

For all that it matters now. You have no one left. Not a single person who dreams of your success. That you will accomplish everything you once told her about when she was tucking you into bed.

"Craig said not everyone had left. Thought he was finally starting to lose his mind."

Your body freezes at the sound of a thick accent and a raspy voice. Your hands start shaking. Don't look back. Don't. Don't do it. He'll know something is wrong. "What're you doing here, love?" He asks. You can hear him shuffling his weight from one foot to another, the sound of keys jingling as he plays with them in a nervous manner. Not many people had that effect on him; making him blush and stammer, laughing like some young boy who just discovered what love is. You made him weak at the knees. When you don't answer nor turn to look at him he worries. Was he bothering you? Was he overstepping your boundaries?

"Jus' grabbing some stuff." You croak out. Hoping you don't sound as bad as you're feeling.

John hums as the silence settles in between the two again. Why weren't you looking at him?

"Are you sick?" He tries again, swallowing down saliva. He shouldn't have invited you to spend the holidays with him it was probably too much! Bloody hell. "Could you..." his mouth snaps shut. Jaw clenching and hands balling into fists, his heart begins to race when he finally sees it. The blood stained sleeve of your hoodie. That's it.

What the fuck is going on?

It takes him three long strides and he's right beside you, grabbing your arm as gently as he can. Shocked you jolt back, blue eyes meeting your scared orbs. His baby blues sparked with anger, something you had never seen before.

"John..." you gasped.

"Who did this?" He snarled. His hand go to cup your cheeks so delicately that your entire body sags. The contrast between his calloused hands and the ones that hurt you is great. "It was him, wasn't he?" He hisses. "Fuck, love why did you have to go..."

"He's my father John." You murmur, arms coming to rest on his sides. Your face is numb and it hurts.

"Don't care a single bit, sweetheart. I'll fucking kill him, you hear me? He's bloody stupid if he thinks he can lay a hand on you and not face the consequences."

"Stop, don't... just hold me." You beg, pressing your face against his hardened chest. The warmth that he exudes is calming and comforting, you inhale deeply while he murmurs sweet things in your ear.

John loathed the man with all his being. Hurting such a beautiful creature like you? How dare he? He's beyond pissed; if it weren't for you holding onto him like there was nothing else he'd be on his way to kick his arse.

"Let me take care of you, yeah?" He mumbles. "We'll go to my apartment. Bloody have that takeout and red wine I promised." You nod, letting him go although reluctantly. He hoists you up on the bed. "Now I'm not the doctor here love, guide me through it would ya'?"

A soft chuckle leaves your mouth, a sound John adores. He never wants to see you like this again. You getting hurt? He'd rather peel his skin off than to see you all beaten and hurting. He cleans your lip, gritting his teeth when you hiss at the touch.

"Don't let me sleep okay?" You ask him, when he's done an tossing everything to the trash bin.

John's brows furrow.

"You have a concussion?"

"Most likely." You stand up grabbing the painkillers. "Probably gonna have to pass with the wine this time Price." Your left eye's starting to swell. "Must look beautiful right now huh?" You joke.

"Hey." He stops you. "None of that." John is dead serious, he doesn't take any of this lightly. "Maybe you let this pass before sweetheart, but not now. Not when I'm here yeah? Not on my bloody watch. Let's get you home."

You exit the infirmary with the bear of a man guiding you outside and towards his vehicle, prompting you to get rid of the stained hoodie and taking his leather jacket instead. It smells like him. Like cigarettes and musk.

And he places a soft kiss atop of your head. God if he could make all the pain go away he'd be more than happy to do it. Whatever it took to make you feel safe.

To be safe.

Because maybe now, home would be a different place. And have a different meaning.

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erinfern0 · 6 months

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My god I'm obsessed with the way you write smut. Your gentle simon is making feel giddy 😭 though maybe I could request something perhaps.... Simon riley with GN s/o, but like... They're a virgin and they want to do it with so they try.... But it takes a lot of time, cause you know, it's hard to enter and nervousness and everything basically....... Maybe they do it in the end or maybe they don't and they leave it for another day, it's ok. I just love gentle and caring simon 🫡 hope you have a good day!

simon "ghost" riley x gn!virgin!reader

— gender-neutral anatomy, gender-neutral nicknames, only pronouns used are you, etc.

warnings: performance anxiety, general nervousness, use of lube, fingering, praise, failed attempts.

a/n: thank you so much for all the kind words and your patience, love!

Telling Simon was not as difficult as you thought it would be. He took it well, too. His reaction was a simple nod of acknowledgment and questions. He asked for the reason for your virginity, which made you chuckle. It never crossed his mind that he was your first actually serious relationship. He thought you were too hot, and you probably had lots of experience.

His idea of you being completely different from the truth didn't scare him. It excited him, pulling that little possessive devil on his shoulders to you. He loved the idea of him being your first.

Simon didn't rush things, despite him getting aroused around you all the time. The sound of your voice, your soft hugs, and interlocking your fingers with you were enough, more than he believed he deserved.

When you finally told him, you thought you were ready? He was right there for you. Simon told you not to worry about anything and prepared everything you needed just to take some stress away from you. Your date was set by him completely.

You arrived at his place 15 minutes early just because you felt nervous, but he knew you too well. As soon as you rang the bell, he opened the door with a smirk. “Hey, gorgeous.” he greeted you with a soft kiss on your lips, placing his hands on your neck to gently rub right behind your ears.

You smiled through the kiss, wrapping your fingers around his wrists to feel the warmth of his skin against yours a little more. He led you inside, guiding you through his apartment as most of the lights were either turned off completely or dimmed to add to the atmosphere, letting you feel at ease.

Simon's fingers felt warm, intertwined with yours as he opened the door to the bedroom. The first thing you saw was the bed itself, already made and waiting to invite you. You didn't even seem to notice the bottle of lube and a pack of condoms lying next to the pillows.

You stood there, frozen in your movements as he looked into your eyes. “We don't have to do this if you…” Simon started, but you shook your head.

“I am ready, Simon.” You reminded him, closing your eyes just to relax a bit more, the smell of candles finally hitting your nose. You smiled at the soft scent, rubbing your thumb over his hand. “I just think I need a little… guidance?”

He smiled warmly, placing his free hand on your hip, the other one bringing your own to his lips, letting him place tiny kisses over your knuckles. This was his type of 'of course, I'll do it for you'.

Soon, he was slowly taking off your clothes, kissing you and down your neck as you squirmed against him in anticipation. Then you tugged on his shirt, and he growled at the feeling of your nails digging into his flesh over the material.

You felt weak in the knees, which made him guide you to sit on the bed with just your underwear on, he quickly got rid of his clothes too, kneeling on the floor before you.

The pads of his fingers traced over your outer thighs, sliding right to your knees to spread your legs apart. You squirmed, cheeks warming from embarrassment when his eyes moved down, watching how excited you were. “All this for me?” he asked teasingly, fingers grazing your underwear.

Your legs shook slightly from such a foreign feeling, someone other than you, touching you in such a way, making your breath irregular. Your legs tried to close on him, but he held them apart with one hand, the other tracing all the shapes under the thin material of your underwear.

“May I take them off?” Simon asked, looking back at you, his eyes almost black from the way his pupils dilated. The nod of your head didn't convince him enough. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes, you may.” you stuttered out, supporting your body with your hands behind you to lift your hips. He smiled, kissing your inner thigh before pulling your underwear down your legs.

He got up, playing with your hair as he guided you to lie back on the pillows behind you. You complied, lying your head down, legs closed, and pulled up to cover yourself as your hands mindlessly landed on your face.

He kneeled on the bed, rubbing your legs again, this time not spreading them. Simon leaned forward, your legs flattening against the bed to accommodate him. You looked at him through your fingers and bit your lip, so close to apologizing for your behavior.

“Please, don't hide from me.” he said quietly, voice husky and calm. You sighed and moved your hands away, placing them on his sides. “There you go.” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your jaw, moving down to leave more on your neck.

You gasped, not even aware when you spread your legs. His fingers traced the inside of your thigh, easing his way to your hole that clenching around nothing. Teasing it with his thumb, his teeth grazing over your shoulder just enough to keep you conscious in the moment with him.

You gasped at the feeling, almost moaning when, seconds later, his free hand poured some lube onto his calloused fingers, helping him ease his way into you, one finger at a time. It felt like nothing you experienced before. The slow rolls of his fingers against the spongy spot inside made your toes curl slightly, gripping the pillow under your head with one hand, bringing it close enough to hide your face in.

“S'that okay?” he cooed above you, nose nudging yours to help you look back at him. He loved the way your eyes looked, pretty and glossy with arousal, lips parted in soft gasps. He loved the smell of your skin and the taste it left on his lips. Simon loved you.

You kept your eyes closed when he leaned back to roll the condom over his shaft. The glimpse you got when your eyelids fluttered made your head dizzy. The sight of him slowly pumping his cock between your legs, helping the aching of it before he pulled the protection all the way to the base.

You whimpered, seeing how hard he was just from touching and kissing you. He was also big. Now, your mind only focused on his girthy length, so eager to finally feel you. You bit your lip, seeing him ease his fingers in and out of you, scissoring them around.

The waiting made you more anxious, seeing how patient he was helped you, of course. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to stop your body from reacting.

Your walls clenched around him, making it more difficult for him to move, the friction getting uncomfortable. You squirmed, trying to fight the feeling in silence, but despite your attempts, Simon noticed it.

The thrusts of his fingers slowed down, watching if that helped, but soon enough, he sighed. “Those things take time, baby… Relaxing a little would help.” his warm smile made you reach down to caress his forearm.

You nodded your head slowly, trying to catch a breath as you felt him ease his fingers out of you, lining his cock with your entrance. He looked at you for consent before trying to push the tip inside.

Your walls tightened around it, not even allowing it to slip in. Your jaw clenched in frustration, and you rolled your eyes at the feeling. It wasn't as painful as it was uncomfortable, but the more you thought about it, the worse it felt

“Or if you want to stop…” he continued, catching your gaze as he pulled away, soothing your entrance, slowly rubbing it with his tip in circles.

“No, I…” you started but quickly threw your head back with embarrassment. “I don't know, I'm sorry.” you whispered, closing your eyes, feeling how teary they got.

Anxiety, stress, embarrassment, maybe fear? All those emotions mixed within you made you shake slightly, irritated with your body. But Simon didn't feel the way you did. He wasn't frustrated or mad, just slightly worried.

“It's okay, do not ever apologize for something like this.” he shook his head and slowly kneaded your inner thighs with one hand. The other one rested atop your knee, slowly caressing it with his thumb. “I'm happy you trusted me enough to give this a try.”

“Really?” you asked, throat a little dry. Simon just nodded, leaning over to the bedside table, and took a bottle of water from under it. He handed it to you and smiled, helping you to get up, before grabbing some wet wipes.

“Of course, love. There's no need to rush, or anythin'.” he assured, slowly moving the wipe between your legs, cleaning you up as you were drinking. “We can just stay here and rest, you don't need to worry about this.”

His massive form moved from the bed again, and a smile appeared on his lips. He pulled his sweatpants back onto himself, throwing the condom away before sitting next to you, pulling your own underwear back onto your body.

His fingers caressed your warm cheeks, watching you try to catch your breath and calm down. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You did great, you know?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “I didn't do anything.” you whispered and looked up, catching his dark eyes, observing your reactions.

“You did a lot. It takes a lot of courage to get vulnerable like that. Yeah, we didn't go all the way, but it was so much already.” he calmed you, lying down next to you to wrap his arm around your waist. Hiding his face in your hair, he kissed the side of your head. “Get some rest, we can leave it for another day.”

You did as he said, muscles slowly relaxing beside him, hearing him hum in approval as your nails started tracing his tattoos. Your heartbeat slowed down, matching his that you could feel on your side. The night ended with both of you sleeping in each other's arms. More confident and happy to be with him, and to trust him like this again in the future. Sooner or later, you knew you wanted this. Tonight didn't go as you two planned, but you were yet to realize it's okay if you need to take more time.

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#simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #gender neutral reader #smut #fluff #cod mwii #cod mw2 #riri writes

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a-substantial-trash-pile · 6 months

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quick post art while nobody’s awake 🫡

first drawing: thought it would be fun to see how close i could get to replicating NITW’s artstyle.

second drawin: redraw of a screenshot taken from scorpy’s halloween stream that i thought was real nice. that stream was short n sweet and reminded me of one time as a kid where i woke up with my dad at like 5am and he let me watch teletubbies on our tiny ass tv with crooked attennas as he packed his lunch for work.

#scorpy #socpens #rtvs #nitw #eyestrain

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theblacksheepcz · 7 months

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guys…the amazing digital circus…

is much, much, MUCH better than I expected??? How is that even possible?? It’s the perfect mixture of horror and comedy.

the second the premiere was over, i started hyperventilating and crying with my phone on my heart. I was ecstatic. ButAlsoOverwhelmedByEverythingThatIJustWatched.

ANYWAYS I’M DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO SLEEP TONIGHT SO MIGHT AS WELL MAKE AN ANALYSIS OF WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED. (THIS IS GOING TO BE A WHOLE SHITTY DOCUMENT)

ok so I’m watching the actual vid and there’s an actual intro…not sure if it indeed was in the premiere and my phone bugged out so i didn’t see it but if it was intentional it’s genius. We suddenly are in the middle of a performance. just like Pomni. But anyways they’re just like- making a theme song that introduces all of them before Pomni makes dominos out of everyone.

THE SCENE WHERE POMNI STARTED SWEARING NONSTOP MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. BUT LUCKILY IT SEEMS IT DIDNT WAKE UP MY PARENTS.

also Caine’s attitude (at least when he talks about swearing) reminds me of Blitzo, am i the only one that feels that way?????

And also. Yea. Jax is neat. He’s still swaggy.

“We stay right here, where I can keep my HUNDREDS OF ALL SEEING EYES ON YOUUU👻”

This. This is gold. It’s not even scary because of the way he says it and the little finger movements he makes after.

I was just shocked when Bubble actually spoke. Are they considered like- still Caine’s pet or- a talking ‘animal’?

RIP Angel Food Cake you will be missed 🫡

Jax’s expressions are making my intestines crawl around my body like a yarnball of worms and i have no idea if that’s a positive or negative emotion.

And i almost had another laughing fit because of Kinger having a crisis at being called ‘mentally stable’

…Jax called Ragatha dollface…that’s adorb-

oh.

oh he WOULD. he would pull some horsepiss like this. (and again his faces. I want to punch him.)

and for those who theorized that Kaufmo turned into the monster thing. Like me. WE WERE RIGHT. I CANT BELIEVE IT.

BUT POMNI’S GLITCHY HAND FROM THE TRAILER. IT WAS INTENTIONAL!

the tiny details man. the-

SIR. SIR STOP DISTRACTING ME WITH THOSE EYEBROWS.

But he is so real for this scene he’s so goofy here

And even realer for this

“gurl stfu”

KINGER JUST QUIETLY CELEBRATING WINNING ROCK PAPER SCISSORS AWWW

Boi.

This boi so silly.

There are no thoughts behind their eyes I can guarantee you that

But anyways apparently Caine did try making an exit door because the troupe really wanted it but he “never figured out what to put on the other side”…omg he actually cares about them.

Yeah. Dysfunctional found family. I love these weirdos so much.

and I’m adding Pomni to my dusty kinlist.

she’s just like me, but ACTUALLY for real.

#Tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #tadc bubble #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc gangle #tadc kinger #tadc zooble #tadc kaufmo #gooseworx #glitch productions

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mannequinreligi0n · 4 months

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Hiii!!

I loove your fics and lately I've been begging for some new Nero fics 🫡🫡

Could I request a fic with Nero and fem!reader where they're really good friends and yknow It's really cold outside and they both have to stay in an inn. Maybe one of the two offers their bed? And they both finally give in after a long while of hidding their feelings.

I really really crave some cute fluffy Nero smut, reader being her first🤭

Don't stress too much about this, and of course you can choose to write it or not!!

Thank you sweetie🫶🫶

ty for this !! i love a good ‘oh noooo, there’s only one bed’ trope.

tbh im not the biggest nero lover so this was a slight challenge but it ended up pretty good and a lot longer than expected lol. i also didn’t know how to end it but i hope you enjoy !!!!

Two Pals, One Bed

an unexpected storm puts you and nero in an unlikely situation

PAIRING: DMC5 Nero x afab reader

WARNINGS: (NSFW!: first-time/virgin!reader, fingering, penetration)

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The sheets of rain pounded on the windshield of the van, making visibility hard on the patchy road. You flicked out the wrinkles in the map, squinting in the light of your phone to see the web of routes.

“Can’t see a damn foot in front of me like this.”, Nero grumbled from the driver’s seat. “No thanks to you, by the way.”

His pointed blame made you crinkle the map in your hands. You both had been driving for seemingly hours, trying to make it home from a job, but the storm was making it hard to navigate the backroads.

“There’s an inn after the next right, we’ll duck from the rain til morning.”

Nero sighed and shook his head. “We would’ve been home by now, if it wasn’t for your dumbass.” He peered over the steering wheel, on the lookout for the upcoming turn.

“Nuh uh,”, you started, a scowl on your face, “don’t pin this on me! I don’t control the weather.”

“Whatever.”

Nero makes the right and after a couple miles of silence, the faint beacon of lit windows pierces through the gloom. Pulling into the lot in front of the inn, Nero parks the car and hops out. You follow suit and hastily trail behind him, using your bag as cover from the harsh rain. Entering the inn, you walk slowly to examine the tacky decor - artificial fish and paintings of sunny beaches mocking your drenched clothes. Nero makes a beeline to the front desk and is quick to return with a set of keys in hand.

“We got lucky. Seems like everyone had the same idea, but they had one room left.” Nero pats you on the shoulder and cocks his head toward the direction of the stairs. “C’mon.”

You nod and follow Nero up the stairs to your appointed room, sighing in relief to be out of the storm. Nero drops his backpack on the desk and stares at the single queen-sized bed in the center of the room.

“……..one bed.”

“One bed.”, you repeat. It seems that the universe thought it would be funny if you two shared a bed after a night of endless bickering and side-eyes. You eventually shrug and flop down on the bed, looking up at Nero. “I mean, we’ve slept in worse conditions, right? You remember the cyclops cave?”

That earns a tiny smile from him, chiseling away at the tension from earlier.

“Thanks for reminding me. It’s not like I spend every waking moment trying to forget the smell of decay and ball sweat.”

You both laugh and you feel the frustration slowly leave your body. Nero digs around his bag for a change of clothes and heads to the bathroom to change. You take this as your cue to do the same, pulling out a clean shirt and pair of underwear and discarding your old ones in the corner of the room. You crawl into the bed, flicking on the tv and settling in. Nero returns a few minutes later, changed and seemingly back to his easy-going self. He switches off the lights and gets into the bed, leaving some space between you both. You both watch a rerun of an old sitcom before Nero breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole to you. You were only trying to help, and I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you.”

The apology doesn’t take you completely by surprise, considering that Nero is the most levelheaded person you know, but you appreciate it nonetheless. You pull the covers up over you, sinking down to lay on your pillow as you address him.

“Don’t worry about it, Nero. We’ve had a long day and have gotten thrown every which way - it’s no one’s fault. Besides, I’m happy it was with you and not with anyone else, it could’ve gone a lot worse.”

Nero nods in agreement but he’s not lost on the subtle flirting in your last sentence. Nero glances down at you resting form, your eyes trained on the tv mounted to the wall. For the past few weeks, it seems you two have been dancing around the obvious for the sake of staying focused on work. But considering that you both are literally in the same bed, it’s hard to ignore now. You look up to him, his face turning a pretty pink from being caught staring.

“Was there something else?”, you ask, noting his blush.

“You’re really pretty.”

Nero blurts out the compliment, heart starting to pick up from embarrassment. ‘Reaaaal smooth, Nero. Bet Dante would get a kick out of this’, he thinks to himself. Your own face turns red in response, a shy smile on your face.

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” Nero starts, sliding down to be beside you under the covers. “And smart, funny, brave.”

You stare at him with awe, in disbelief that those words left his mouth. Without another breath, you lean to the side where he’s laying and kiss him. It’s a gentle, tentative kiss, but full of meaning and longing. Nero’s brain short-circuits and it takes a second before he returns the kiss. Slow and cautious, your mouths explore this newfound feeling. Without breaking away, Nero rolls on top of you, hands running up your sides. Feelings of excitement and anxiety intermingle in your stomach and you break the kiss to look up at him, eyes wide. Nero returns the look with concern, his hand cupping your face.

“You okay? Did…did I do something wrong?”

“No, I-“, you cut yourself off, building up confidence before speaking again. “I need to tell you something.”

Nero raises his eyebrows, interest piqued. “You know you can tell me anything.”

You gulp and take a deep breath, making sure that this is really happening. You look down at the empty space between the two of you as you speak. “I’ve never gone this far with anyone.” You pause, frowning slightly. “I mean, I’ve messed around but I’ve never actually….slept with anyone before.”

Nero runs a hand over your hair and kisses your forehead sweetly. There’s a clear look of understanding on his face. “Y/N, you don’t have anything to be sorry about. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. And if you don’t wanna do anything now, I won’t hold that against you either.”

“I want to, I’m just nervous.” Your eyes have a vulnerability to them, like you’re already standing there naked in front of him.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Fuck, I’m nervous. But, it’ll be okay, as long as you enjoy it. And if you change your mind or need me to stop, that’s okay, too.”

With his reassurance, you nod and pull him back down to reinstate the kiss. Nero sighs into your mouth, happy to be connected again. You feel his hands snake down to your thighs, running over the exposed skin with light touches. As scared as you were, everything felt right in this moment. Your own shaky hands moved to tug at his shirt to help him out of it. Nero yanks the shirt over his head before reaching to pull down your underwear. He stops and looks up at you, waiting for the green light from you; you give him an eager nod and he proceeds. You feel his fingers brush against your sensitive bud and your breathing hitches in your chest. His fingers move slow, tracing circles into your flesh as his mouth trails sweet kisses to your ear.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Nero’s soft voice and tender touches elicits a moan from you, almost forgetting to reply to him. You turn to look at him and mumble a ‘yes’ out, hips rocking against his hand. Nero hums in content, moving his fingers to your already wet slit. He toys with the hole for a moment, testing the waters in case you change your mind. By the way you’re sighing and whimpering, he takes it as his sign to go on, pushing in two fingers slowly. Your back arches, jaw dropping silently. Pumping slowly in and out, his strong, slender fingers tease your g-spot. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping onto him for support. Minutes go by as your climax builds up, your walls pulsing around his fingers. Before you can warn him of the oncoming wave, his fingers slip out, making you groan in disappointment. He laughs at your noise, slipping off the rest of his clothes.

“Easy, tiger. I got more to give, believe me.”, he chuckles. Leaning down to kiss you once more, he positions himself between your legs. “Ready, pretty girl?”

You nod and smile into his mouth. “Ready.”

Aligning with your slick, Nero pushes into you with a moan of satisfaction. You bury your head in his neck, stifling a cry from being stretched. Nero’s arm comes up to wrap around your head protectively, cradling you in comfort. Once fully in, he stays still to let you adjust to the new feeling. You feel your breathing slow down and you nod again, letting him know it’s okay to move. His cock slips almost completely out of you until he pushes it back in, repeating this until he creates a steady, sensual rhythm. Mewls from you are muffled by how close Nero’s holding you - his free hand hooking under one of your knees to lift you ever so slightly. Over and over, the head of his cock hits that sweet spot and you feel your orgasm start to build back up, ready to satisfy the delay from earlier. The moment feels surreal, considering how many times you’ve dreamt of this moment, and you flex your fingers every now and then to remind yourself it’s really happening.

You look out from your safe place in Nero’s neck and see him above you - eyes shut, mouth ajar, and a sheen layer of sweat making him glisten in the light of the tv still playing. The display from him is what sets you off, knowing that you’re the cause of it. Your core tightens and those familiar electric pulses make your body quiver with pleasure.

“O-oh, god, that feels so good…. I’m gonna…gonna…”

“Let it out, I’ve got you.”

The encouragement from Nero is all you need to let go, a wave of pleasure taking over all of your senses. Your legs shake around Nero and a sound you’ve never heard from yourself before fills the room. Fuelled by your reactions, Nero chases after his own high, fucking into you passionately. Sweat dripping down his face, he looks down at you with an adoring smile before his eyes squeeze shut, followed by a series of whimpers and curses. Your walls milk him free of every drop of seed, the feeling overwhelming for him. You stare up at him in awe, your vision going in and out from your own orgasm.

His thrusts slow to a stop, allowing him to collapse on you. Both of you lay there panting, the heat of your bodies almost overbearing. You run your hand up and down Nero’s back, soothing him through the end of his orgasm. Eventually, Nero lifts his head and gives you a weak kiss, bumping his nose to yours.

“You did great, y/n. Seriously, that was….”

“Amazing.”, you finish for him, a giggle following it.

“Yeah, that.”

Nero pushes himself up and out of you, rolling onto his back beside you. He reaches over and pulls you into his arms, stationing you to lay on his chest. You can hear his heart thumping strongly, beating a lullaby to you.

“Get some rest, beautiful. You’ve earned it after that.”

You start to protest sleep but a yawn betrays you, realizing how warm and safe you feel in Nero’s arms. As minutes pass, your eyes grow heavier and soon close for the night, your breathing deep and slow. Nero’s hands tangle in the strands of your hair, twirling them mindlessly until sleep triumphs over him as well.

#nero sparda #dmc nero #nero devil may cry #nero x reader #dmc5 nero #devil may cry #dmc5 #dmc smut #devil may cry smut #dmc #smut #writing #fanfic #oneshot

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hyuukais · 9 months

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Ticklish

word count: 576

genres: hueningkai x reader, established relationship, fluff

warnings: none i think (lmk if i missed smth)

author: hi so,,,it was my birthday yesterday (the 9th) and umm it’s kai’s birthday soon and i love him and the original fic i was gonna publish for him won’t be finished in time so here you go 🫡

The soft dragging fingers along your shoulder are all that’s tethering you to consciousness. Sound is muddled; filled with fuzz. Light clicks and breaths and heartbeats, the reminders of life beneath your ear.

Slowly, the touch trailed off, weaving down your sides, tucking you deeper in their embrace, as the flat of a palm came to rest atop the plush of your stomach. It was faint. The first circles along your skin barely cause a stir. However, as he continues pushing up parts of your shirt and slowly making a path over your hip, a prickling sensation rises on your skin. Goosebumps follow the tips of his fingers. Electricity trickles from every touch of his bare skin. The growing feeling shakes you awake bringing up a bubble of laughter.

“Hue-Huening that tickles.” Creaking your eyes open, slipping out soft words in between laughs.

Your boyfriend turns his eyes down to you tucked into his side, drifting off on his shoulder. Kai’s hand flinches away from your side. “Sorry, angel. Didn’t mean to wake you.” He keeps his voice low, breathy between you two.

“No, no, it’s okay. Just-” You reach back for his hand, guiding it along to curl around your stomach. Situating it slightly above your navel, you pull your hand away to place it on Kai’s chest, “There. That’s comfy, right?”

The lovely laugh Hueningkai gives rumbles deep in his chest, ringing in your ears. “Very.”

Taking in the sweet curl of his lips reddened by flushing in his cheeks, you find a blue glare filling up the room. You finally look around at the space you’ve woken up in. Both curled close under the sheets of Kai’s bed. His Switch had been discarded and he was instead balancing his laptop upon his stomach. A youtube tab was open but it seemed Huening had yet to choose a video. The blue light of his screen was all lighting up the darkening room. Tiny cracks of dying sun still hung from the window ledge. Everything sets your mind to melting back into Hueningkai’s caring arms.

Settling down to his chest again, you crane your neck to meet his eyes. A cocoa mix shaded in purple, bringing out his pupils so rarely seen. The black almost fills out his irises and yet it still remains obscured by the bright fringe dusting his forehead. Blond tips brush along the delicate bump of Huening’s nose. Your eyes take this path again and again; down to the sharp tip of his nose, losing any thought in the silence. Dipping further, there his lips sit so full and empty. Plush and wide and waiting; you want to answer their call. Pushing forward in a routine you’ve lived hundreds of times. Meeting lips in a silken haze of sleepy appreciation. Breaths are drawn short and eyes are fluttered shut. Your fist tightens on the loose sweatshirt Kai is wearing, losing everything to his sweet kiss. The arm you’d wrapped around yourself pulled you closer. In search of a firmer grasp, his hand pressed down on your body before sliding back over your side with fleeting fingertips. A familiar sensation bubbling up a laugh that pulled your lips away.

“Sorry–tickles.” Creaking eyes back open, you meet Kai’s growing smile with your own. Lost in all the ecstasy of love, your laughter shared back and forth in the same breaths, his happiness seeks to fuel your own.

“I’ll keep my hand away, promise.”

taglist: @seung-scrittore @keiho @laylasbunbunny

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ladyluscinia · 8 months

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Oh so they're doubling down on saying that enjoying a character they don't like and being defensive (and, admittedly, a bit petty) in what's effectively a Flame War is a red flag for demonstrating cult-like fandom behavior, while clarifying that no one is actually calling Izzy fans a cult. Yet. Just saying we need to nip this in the bud, you know?

(This being... what exactly? Arguing about S2 predictions on tumblr? Vaguing people? - Hi! 🫡 Having "bad" takes that may or may not be problematic? Bitching about tagged character crit / hate about your fave, sometimes on the posts in question? Dedicating blogs to wank? Welcome to every-fandom-ever-including-BlackBonnet, I guess.)

Not a new accusation, but since people are once again making ominous statements about the "concerning" potential of a Snapewives situation... maybe we should pass around a reminder of who, exactly, they're referencing?

The Snapewives (Fanlore Link, Reddit Synopsis) were an extremely small niche forum in a really huge fandom that are pretty much only known for infamous levels of cringe that got them mocked relentlessly when discovered by Fan Wank. We are talking a tiny subsection of a subsection of a subsection of the massive HP fandom that got really earnest with their self-insert fanfic / roleplaying (and really didn't like the canon ending of Snape's arc). There's actually a really interesting paper on analyzing "Snapism" as a religion that alludes to their particular issues with Christian faith and erotic fantasies, and can kinda sketch in how they might have gotten to where they did. It's weird, no doubt, but honestly sounds pretty harmless?

Like, I'm not sure if we're using the BITE model that they would even count as a real cult - "Snape" seems very controlling and makes them do things (cook specific dinners, stop biting nails, go on diets, etc.) but, like, there's no cult leader being "Snape". These are all self-assigned "tasks" via "channeling" (which is again weird but not super unique - read the paper) and then the women themselves disagree on things and could just come across as a really intense roleplaying forum having disputes over ratings for self-insert fic, among other things.

The situation is different when there's an obvious cult leader - see the extensive documented history of Andy "thanfiction" compiled here. Trigger warnings for sexual assault, abuse, manipulation... all the stuff you expect from cults. And really getting into reading the supplementary info will take you many hours, btw.

Anyway... having looked extensively at our "fandom cult" examples, I don't think I'm remotely "concerned" that we're veering toward cult behavior. Or Snapewives behavior. The Izzy section of fandom - and, for that matter, the Izzy Anti section of fandom - haven't really done anything that hasn't been done in countless flame wars before? Like we as a collective haven't even gotten to the levels of targeted character hate that I can glimpse by searching "Teen Wolf" right now, and frankly OFMD still isn't big enough to dream of replicating 2010s fandom's biggest hits. There's some cutting edge weaponization of social justice that's a more modern development, but that's still fundamentally just fighting about the fiction. Even the one doxxing incident is unfortunately not unique.

Sheesh, "Izzy Canyon" isn't even demonstrating a unified meta or consistent S2 desires / shipping preferences / etc. We're just better at not being dicks about it by necessity?

#fandom history #cults #tw cults #snapewives #ofmd harassment #the izcourse #ladyluscinia #tbh i mostly wrote this because i hadn't actually ever looked into the snapewives before and i was curious #the thanfiction post i had buried in my drafts after reading all the links and such a few months back

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from-izzy · 5 months

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Your moots as TBZ ships???

hi anon! thank you for sending this in! 💖 sorry it took a while (i think this took more than a fortnight i'm so sorry 😭) because i had to think about it!! i'm doing ones that i talk to frequently or once in a while! to all my moots that i haven't/barely talked to, hmu! (i'm sorry that i'm too shy 😭)

welcome to another episode of '😭-izzy-doesn't-know-how-to-explain-things-and-she's-very-sorry-about-it'

@cloverdaisies - juric

so! you know how juyeon adores eric and juyeon is (arguably) eric's favourite hyung? 😊 they do everything together and is so comfortable around each other despite their age gap? 🥹 well, i mean clo and i are the same age but since around 2022, clo has always just been a writer to me. then out of nowhere, in the spur of the moment and a sudden hit of confidence i told myself "omg! 👀 what if...i just text cloverdaisies, say my greetings, thanks then disappear? if she doesn't respond then alright, at least i said whatever i had to say." yeah...it went well! very well! i love clo! 🤍 so much! 🤍🤍 and i hope she knows that!

@heemingyu - nyusun

ok so...we're just a tiny bit chaotic? 🤷🏻‍♀️ just a tiny bit 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ i think we hide it quite well in group chats (...that's a lie) but when we're on dms...oh yeah...the world really isn't ready for us when we meet 🤭 like sunwoo who adores new and annoys him all the time, i admit that i do it to sana too. but at the same time, like new who is always teasing sunwoo and being crackheads together, that's sana to me 😁 it's just...yeah...i feel like for the sake of world peace, we probably shouldn't meet? and sana should most definitely should not drive 🚗 (just like what new said in his bubble!)

@justalildumpling - sunric

my response to this: so roode 😭 just absolutely roode 😭😭 the audacity to even--but this is saur chaotic sibling energy 🤣 i get what you mean now when you say that we're more like sunwoo and eric rather than an old married couple like jaemin and jeno fr 😮 but also j! aussie aussie aussie! i finally have another friend from aussie that i can annoy if i do come to you (or you come to me...but i don't think j likes me that much though so...) 😟 life is...sad...and i get bullied by j all the time...sigh...☹️

@littleroaes - ppangcob

hmmm...i'll be honest with you, i'm not too sure how to explain this 😭 but! i think we just radiate this kind of energy! 😊 we are both very shy at first and dora is the same as well (in a good way! i will always protect you! 🫂 especially from sana, i promise!) ppangcob is the shy duo of tbz but at the same time, very comfy around each other and others when you get to know them well 🤗 just from our dms and interactions, dora is so silly and funny like girl! thanks for being my first mutual! 💕

@sungbeam - sunkyu

there ain't a lot of words but I'M SO SORRY FOR THE MOMENTARY PAIN AND CONFUSION THAT I PUT YOU THROUGH UMMMM 😭😭 but i am still going to hide (after this, let me say my words first) 🫡 just like sunwoo who auditioned for the company because he saw changmin...that's it! ok bye! i'm leaving! see you!! 😁

@winterchimez - kevcob

...do i need to explain this though? 🤔 but ok i guess i'll do it. so, like i mentioned, i think we're a different kind of soulmate dynamic where you get bullied and teased 😁 and i'm the one that teases you 😁😁 (ily i swear) kind of like kevcob as well 💕 but remember that time when we texted and we sent the same idea and question at the same time?? 🤗 like huh?? no one that i know irl does the things that i do?? this dynamic is so new to me...but i'm so ready for it 🥹 also, what are you waiting for? the stars have spoken? ⭐ book a flight ✈️ to where i am please and thank yew!

@wuahae - bbangju

ok so hear me out 😭 i don't really know how to explain this one either but! just the times when i would cry in vc 🥹 also ask help or something and cat would be like "yes, i have the solution." 🥹 but i'm also just reminded of that time in the concert when younghoon was reading his speech and crying but juyeon was like "it's okay, take your time" 🫂 i just have a feeling cat would do that tbh. we haven't talked much recently but i love you and i hope life is treating you well, cat! 💖

@zzoguri - cobric

me is the crying, emotional mess 😭😭 and moni is the parent that is intently listening to the child, putting in reassuring comments 💬 and trying to calm me down, chipping in their own experiences 🗨️ and telling me that they understand 🫂 moni has always been like that since day 1. i guess it really is true that we're not really strangers 🥹 sorry that we haven't talked much! i do miss you and i hope you're doing well!

#📣 izzy's tag games!#😭 izzy doesn't know how to explain things and she's very sorry about it #🤭 a peak into izzy's thoughts #clo 🎧🤍#sana ☘️🐝#j 🦝🍚#dora 💌💜#beam ✈️🦆#ally my soulmate ❄️🎶#cat 🍮💤#moni 🫶🍊

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judoswriting · 2 months

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hola bestieee

can I get some headcanons for gabriel with an so (gender neutral if it's not too much trouble, it doesn't matter to me) that is obsessed with crystals? like to the point they carry around 5 with them for protection, love, etc 🫡 ty soldier

A/N:OFC DUDE!! ty for the request!! Sorry if the blurb is a bit to short or anything, ALSO THESE WERE SO FUN TO DO! 1! 1!

1.would probably be a tiny bit jealous, seeing you awe at those crystals instead of him, like he's right there!

2.when he starts taking intrest in your hobbies/intrests he would ask about them, "why do you like them so much?" "Whys this one a different color then this one?" Ect

3.if you rant about them, or teach him he would LOVE to listen to your voice. He makes mental notes on which ones you like more

4.if you even slightly MENTION the fact you don't have ones youve been eyeing he WILL spoil you with them.

5.asks about different meanings to them (tho at first he would probably just say "they don't mean anything tho?" Though he will he how important they are to you and take intrest)

6.a plus to 5, he would learn about the meanings and give certain ones to you, (so like, he would give you a rose quartz as a "I love you" ect!)

7.would keep a crystal with him that reminds him of you, when asked by any one he would brush it off and say "just a human custom to fit in" but that's farthest from the truth. When he misses you he takes the crystal out and just admires it

8.would probably still get jealous, but definitely not as much as before.

BLURB TIME 1!! 1

you looked at Gabriel curiously, Gabriel smiled as he held his gift for you proudly. "It's a crystal my love! don't have to thank me." Gabriel said proudly unaware of his small mistake. You smiled, softly taking it out of his hands "I love it but.. That's not a crystal baby." You explained, He seemed confused and slightly disappointed. "But, I thought all of these shiny things were crystals..?" Gabriel asked. "Maybe it's time I teach you about them, huh?" You said with a happy tone, smiling at him. Gabriel's eyes lit up for a moment, happy to see your smile and to be able to hear your voice just a little bit more.

#good omens x reader #good omens gabriel #gabriel x reader #headcanon #x reader #good omens #good omens gabriel x reader

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sweetheartsaku · 1 year

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—kang taehyun ; highschool sweetheart scenarios

a/n ; [gn!reader] got rained on today so it was the inspo for this fic 😭😭 also a couple enhy refrences.. 😈 the more you go down the more emojis 😭😭😭

lotus !

walking at the local shops after school.. walking around pinkies intertwined.. sipping on frozen coke.. finding out its raining outside.. decides to make a run for it.. giggling in the rain.. his jacket over your heads.. sighing in relief at the shaded bus stop.. sleeping on his shoulder.. when its your stop, tells you text him when you get home.. ( or he will insist to walk home with you ) ( but you didnt hear that from me )..

"have you eaten yet?" an excuse for him to treat you, like the real gentleman he is.. blowing the food for you so it wont burn your tongue.. spoon feed you with his hand under the spoon.. ' if you study this now, i'll treat you to any food you'd like. ' .. ( where'd all the worksheets go? )

drops silly gifts in your locker.. love letters.. a little suprise when you see him at the door next to you as he leans on the doorway with his hands crossed.. "like it?? i LOVE it"

small memorabillia of your relationship EVERYWHERE.. polaroids in his phonecase ( its like a poooooolaroid love 😍 ).. promise rings.. both of your initials craved in trees and tables.. ( possibly on the bus window?? ).. gives you annotated books with little notes on paragraphs that reminded him of you..

PLEASEEEE let him carry your bags for you.. PLEASE. for me he gives acts of service guy but yk its up to u .. WILL carry your bags for you no matter the circumstance.. like the moment he hears like one tiny groan of pain 🫡🫡.. ( where'd all the bags go?? )

acts of service and gift giving pt2.. idk if it counts as gift giving but.. looking at the store window as a clothing piece catches your eye.. looking at it going: ' its not for sale.. ' .. ( 😍your 🫶not, 🔥your ‼️not 💔for 😱sale 😫 ).. aaaand its in the cart..

#tommorow x together #txt #txt drabbles #txt fluff #txt oneshots #txt scenarios #kang taehyun #txt taehyun #taehyun x reader #taehyun x you #taehyun x y/n #taehyun oneshots #taehyun drabble #taehyun fanfic #taehyun fluff #kpop #kpop fic

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em-prentiss · 4 months

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would you like to maybe write a fluff post-marriage scene for your twin flames series? :')

Ahh, of course I would!! Pointless fluff is my ultimate fave so if someone asks for it I’ll surely deliver🫡

And thank you for the interest in the twin flames series🥹 I honestly did not expect to expand on it this much but I’m glad I did!!🩷

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think I like you best when you’re just with me (and no one else

They head out to the balcony to watch the sunset and Aaron sits her down on his lap, her head falling against his shoulder. His palms wrap around her waist and he turns to kiss her neck. “I wish this could last forever.” She sighs.

Aaron can’t help but agree.

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July 2017

Emily sighs and stretches lazily on the pool chair, the bright sun warming her from the inside out.

“Enjoying yourself?” Aaron’s voice reaches her. Emily turns her head to the chair next to her and smiles, contentment settling in her chest when she sees his wedding ring glinting in the light.

“Mhm,” she drawls, her eyes skipping over his body, enjoying the sight of him in dark blue swim trunks with his messed up hair falling into his face, no longer nearly parted.

She watches as he gets up from his chair and sits down next to her. His large hands trail lazily over her hot thighs, warmed by the sun, and he leans in to kiss her.

“I seem to remember a scene just like this,” he murmurs against her lips.

“What?” Emily asks, distracted by his hands and his lips, feeling drunk from his languid touches. She loops her arms around his neck to pull him closer and kiss him again, her fingers threading through his hair.

“Don’t you remember?” He pulls back, grinning when she pouts at the loss, their honeymoon softening her edges and making her guard go down. He kisses the pout from her lips and Emily smiles into the kiss, barely suppressing a shiver when his fingers trail teasingly over her hip.

“I guess that makes sense, I wasn’t with you then,” he muses.

“Aaron what the hell are you going on about?” Emily huffs, her brain fuzzy, too distracted from his touches to focus on his words.

Aaron laughs and taps her nose, “You were wearing a red bikini,” he prompts, the image in his head clear as day despite the fact that it had been decades.

“Pretending not to see me staring.” He smirks when her mouth drops open in a perfect o, his words finally dawning on her.

“That summer,” she breathes, grinning at him when he laughs. She suddenly remembers it all, how she’d gone to the pool purely to see him, dressing in a tiny swimsuit and lounging lazily under the sun, feeling his burning gaze on her body and pretending not to enjoy it.

“That summer.” Aaron nods. “You definitely did that on purpose, didn’t you?” He smirks, “going down to the pool when you knew I’d be covering it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Emily shrugs. She looks past him and into the pool, biting the corner of her lip to contain her smile.

“Lying to me already?” Aaron sighs and leans down to press his forehead against hers. Emily stifles her laugh and links their fingers together on her thigh, her thumb running over his knuckles. “Seems like this marriage is off to a bad start,” he shakes his head in disappointment, turning his head away from Emily’s lips when she tries to kiss him, her mouth landing on his cheek instead.

“Fine, fine, I did it on purpose,” Emily giggles into his cheek, his antics making her feel special, not that they were anything new. Emily loves that he trusts her with this side of him, soft and playful and so gentle, a side he doesn’t show anyone but her and Jack. Sometimes she wishes the others knew this side of him exists too, their looks of disbelief when she tells them of something he’d done or said taking her aback for a moment, reminding her that only she was privy to it. But in the end her selfishness always wins out and Emily finds herself grateful that it was just the two of them in this little bubble, their love for each other making them feel so safe that they both shed their defenses easily.

“I wanted to catch your eye,” Emily turns his face to hers and kisses him properly this time. Aaron grips her waist and pulls her closer, his lips curving into a smile against hers.

“You caught my eye the moment I met you.” Aaron says and rests his head on her shoulder, his hands smoothing over her body, fingers dipping under the line of her swimsuit and making her shudder.

He can almost feel it when she rolls her eyes and digs her hand into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. “Yeah right,” she scoffs. “Who’s the liar now, Aaron?”

He lifts his head from her shoulder to look at her. She arches her brow at him, unconvinced. Aaron smiles. “You forget that the first time we talked you were in a tiny silk robe barely covering anything.”

She blushes and he laughs lightly, gently brushing her bangs away from her face so he can see her eyes. Emily clears her throat, “I was significantly bolder back then than I am now,” she says.

Aaron hums and stands up, holding his hands out for her to help her up. “Since we didn’t get to do it before, how about we go for a swim now?”

He reaches down to grab her hands when she leaves them limp at her sides, looking up at him with an unimpressed look. She squeaks when he pulls her to her feet and Aaron stifles his laugh into her neck.

“Your persuasion skills have certainly dulled since then,” she comments, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning into him, shifting from foot to foot when the hot asphalt burns her skin.

“Well, smartass,” he mutters, suddenly pulling away so her arms fall to her sides. Emily’s head snaps up to his. “Wha—”

Her words cut off and a startled laugh escapes her when he picks her up bridal style and walks them to the pool. “Aaron!”

“Emily,” he returns, stifling his grunt and ignoring the pain in his lower back. She wraps her arms tight around his neck and he secures his grip on her thighs and waist, holding her to him. “Why bring us here if you didn’t want to swim?”

She sticks her tongue out childishly at him, and it’s so reminiscent of the way she used to act before that he can’t help himself, already leaning forward to kiss her before he can process the thought.

She pulls back and grips the back of his neck when she feels herself slip slightly in his arms, “Don’t drop me.” She gasps.

Aaron smiles as they reach the stairs of the pool. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he tightens his grip on her. “I’ve got you.”

“You can’t keep doing that, by the way. You’ll throw your back out, old man,” Emily teases. “You’re not as young as you used to be.”

“Neither are you,” he murmurs as he lowers her into the water, the coolness of it making them shiver despite the heat in the air. Something in his chest warms at the thought of them growing older together, more than they already have.

“I’ll have you know I’m the pinnacle of youth,” Emily throws her head back haughtily, the tips of it dipping into the water. Aaron vaguely registers that it’s as long as it used to be before.

The water has warmed down around them, now soothing on their sun warmed skin instead of ice cold. Emily wraps her legs around Aaron’s waist as he guides them further into the deep end.

“Pinnacle of youth or not, you’ll always be gorgeous to me,” he says into her neck. “Even with gray in your hair and laugh lines on your face,” he tells her truthfully, his heart squeezing at the mental images his brain supplies of his wife growing older with him, Jack and maybe another kid growing with them.

Emily pulls back to look at him, swallowing against the lump in her throat. “Stop saying sappy shit.” She scolds and grabs his face to kiss him, her thumbs moving over his cheeks and feeling the rough stubble under her skin.

Aaron smiles and leans back. “I would if I didn’t know you loved it,” he wipes away a tear that falls onto her cheek and kisses her again, softly. “I love you, Emily.”

“I love you too, Aaron.” She sniffles and holds him impossibly tighter, pressing her cheek against his. God, she knows they must be absolutely insufferable to look at, but for once neither of them care, instead allowing themselves to show their love freely, something they’ve never been able to do.

“What would Dave say if he knew you were making me cry on our honeymoon?” She murmurs.

Aaron laughs and she feels it in her skin, in her bones. Emily kisses his dimple. “Dave is the last person to have an opinion about any relationship, let alone ours,” he says and she laughs.

They drift for a while in the water, talking nonsense and soaking up the sun until their skin prunes. Emily’s body buzzes from Aaron’s light touches; ever since their wedding a few days ago he’s been all over her constantly, his hands always someplace on her body.

The circles he’s drawing on her hip finally make her snap. “Take me upstairs, Aaron.” She rasps into his ear, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Aaron grins at her and obliges, leading her up into their room and pressing her into the mattress until she’s sated and breathless, her cheeks flushed. He kisses her sweaty skin, tasting chlorine on his lips, and helps her into the shower to wash it off.

She’s boneless after the shower, her skin pleasantly warm from the sun, her muscles stretched out and tingling. They head out to the balcony to watch the sunset and Aaron sits her down on his lap, her head falling against his shoulder. His palms wrap around her waist and he turns to kiss her neck. “I wish this could last forever.” She sighs.

Aaron can’t help but agree.

****

November 2017

Emily yawns and places her head on Aaron’s lap, her knees drawn up to her chest.

“What’s the matter with you?” Aaron asks as he grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and tucks it around her.

“I don’t know,” Emily mumbles, her words slurring together. “‘M so fucking tired.”

Aaron needlessly checks his watch. It’s 3 pm on a Sunday, and though it wasn’t unusual for her to sleep in, she normally never took naps in the middle of the day. She’s been like this all week, barely able to stifle her yawns on the case she just came back from.

“Must’ve been the case,” Aaron plays with her silky hair, smiling when she burrows her head deeper into his stomach. “Sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up for dinner.” He leans down to kiss her forehead, catching the satisfied hum she lets out.

She falls asleep instantly, lulled by the warmth of the blanket and the comfort of Aaron’s body beneath her. Aaron keeps an arm around her and turns on some sci-fi movie, only half paying attention to it until Jack sits down next to him on the couch.

“Hey dad, what’s for dinner?”

Aaron rolls his eyes. “Hey dad, how are you doing? Oh, I’m fine thanks, how about you, Jack? Well—”

Jack huffs. “Hey dad, how are you, nice day isn’t it? What’s for dinner?” He blinks innocently up at him, an expression on his face scarily like Emily’s.

He can’t help but laugh lightly, careful not to disturb his wife. “I don’t know, what do you want?”

Jack lights up, “Pasta?” He says and Aaron groans playfully. “Again?”

His son shrugs. “You do it good,” he mumbles. Aaron smiles. “Okay, pasta it is. For the third time this week,” he ruffles Jack’s hair and smiles when his son tries to break free.

Jack looks at Emily thoughtfully. “Emily’s been sleeping a lot, hasn’t she?”

Aaron looks down at her and brushes away the hair falling in her face. Her mouth has dropped open and his shirt is held in her fist. “She’s just tired, buddy. Long cases,” he says and Jack nods, settling in next to her and taking out his Nintendo.

Aaron holds out for another hour before slipping out from under her and easing a pillow under her head, smiling when she doesn’t stir. He sighs at the numbness in his thighs as he walks into the kitchen and gets started on dinner. He loses himself in it until he hears Emily’s voice a while later, talking to Jack, and smiles as he waits for her to come to him.

Emily pads into the kitchen, her socks slipping on the hardwood floor. She creeps up behind Aaron and wraps her arms around him.

“Hi,” she buries her face between his shoulder blades.

“Hi,” Aaron smiles, his hand drifting down to hold one of hers on his waist. Emily stands on her tiptoes and peeks over his shoulder at the pot he’s stirring.

“What’s in there?” The words are barely out of her mouth when the smell of pasta sauce hits her, turning her stomach unpleasantly instead of making it rumble like it usually did. Emily gags, the scent of tomatoes overpowering, and pulls away from her husband.

“Thought I was hungry,” she mutters, “but I guess not.” She moves to grab herself a glass of water, hoping it’ll settle the sudden roiling in her stomach.

“Why not?” Aaron turns to her in question, his brows furrowed. Emily shrugs and sips the water carefully. “I’m feeling a little nauseous.”

The water sloshes in her stomach, only increasing her nausea, and she grimaces and sets down the glass.

“That’s probably because you’re actually hungry. You know when you’re so hungry you start to get nauseous?” Aaron moves closer to her. “You didn’t even finish your pancakes this morning,” he says as he wraps his arms around her.

Emily shrugs and stuffs her face in his neck, “Maybe.”

She stays in his embrace until the scent of the food becomes too much. “I’m gonna go lie down,” she scrunches her nose as she leaves the kitchen, desperate to leave the smell behind.

She sighs in relief when she enters her room, blissfully free of the scent of pasta sauce. Emily lies down on the bed and breathes out slowly, the nausea still lingering. She doesn’t question it for now, but when Aaron calls her and Jack to dinner and she can’t even lift the food to her mouth, she pauses.

She can only take one bite before setting the fork down, forcing herself to swallow the food and covering her mouth to hide a gag.

“Em? What’s wrong?” Aaron places his hand on her thigh and gives her a concerned look. “Are you still nauseous?”

She nods even though that’s not what it is, something else making the food hard to swallow. He’s still rambling to her as she pieces it together. Her unusual exhaustion, the sudden nausea. Her period is late. Emily barely holds in a gasp.

“I think it’s my period,” she smiles tightly at him, keeping her voice low so Jack doesn’t hear. Aaron frowns, unconvinced, but she continues before he can say something. “I’ll go to the pharmacy and get some pills, okay?” She stands up and squeezes his shoulder.

He follows her to their room as she pulls on her shoes. “No Em, stay. I’ll go.” He tries to stop her but she shakes him off.

“It’s okay, I got it,” she smiles up at him, praying he doesn’t see it wobble, “I need to get some pads too, you didn’t get me the right ones last time.”

“I’ll be back soon, okay?” She kisses him quickly and grabs her keys. “I love you.”

The door slams after her and Aaron stands there, confused, wondering what the hell was going on. Something had shifted when he asked her what was wrong, a strange tenseness to her that appeared suddenly, imperceptibly, but he’s long since perfected the art of reading her.

There was a desperation in her eyes as she insisted that she went, a hurriedness with which she moved. And he’s sure he got her the right pads last time.

Aaron sighs and cleans the dishes, his appetite gone, worry roiling in his stomach at his wife’s behavior.

Emily hides the pregnancy test in her pocket, keeping the pills and pads in the pharmacy bag. She opens the door with shaky fingers, hope and fear running through her veins, her stomach unsettled with more than just nausea this time.

She finds Aaron on the couch, holding a book he clearly wasn’t reading. He sets it down when she walks in. Emily smiles at him. “Hi,” she leans down to kiss him.

Aaron grasps her waist to keep her closer, sighing when he feels the rise and fall of her body beneath his hands. She pulls away and chews on her lip. Aaron’s chest goes tight. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Emily shakes her head. “Nothing’s wrong, I promise. I just need to take these pills then I’ll be fine,” she assures and strokes his cheek, her stomach flipping at the sight of his concerned eyes.

“I’ll be right back,” she promises. Aaron nods and lets her go, watching her retreating form with a sigh.

She paces as she waits for the three minutes to be over, anxiety making it drag by as if it were three hours. Her head snaps up when the timer goes off. Emily grabs the test with shaky fingers, an involuntary gasp leaving her at the sight of two pink lines.

Tears immediately spill over her lashline, and she grasps the stick tighter in shock. “Oh my god,” she breathes. Hope flutters in her chest and she closes her eyes, finally allowing herself to picture a tiny girl and a boy, dark hair and hazel eyes and dimples.

She forces herself to take out the other test she bought, spending the next three minutes staring at the one already in her hands. When the timer beeps again and she picks up the other test, a choked laugh escapes her.

She holds them both in her hands and shakily runs down the stairs to find Aaron. He looks up at the sound of her hurried footsteps, thinking it was Jack, and jumps up when he sees her tear stained cheeks.

“Emily? Wha—”

She throws herself in his arms, her tears wetting his shirt as she holds both tests tightly in her hand. “Emily,” Aaron says desperately, his heart racing at the sound of her sniffles. He pulls back and cups her cheeks. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Tell me.” He begs.

She shakes her head, a wobbly smile pulling on her lips. “Nothing’s wrong.”

Aaron sighs in frustration, “Clearly—”

“I’m pregnant.”

He stills. Emily watches as his eyes go wide, his mouth dropping open. “What?” Aaron whispers. She can see the hope in his eyes, the disbelief, and she removes her arm from around his back so she can show him the tests.

He sees four pink lines clutched tightly in her hand. Aaron feels his heart skip a beat, feels his breath stutter as he inhales. He looks at Emily and suddenly finds she’s all blurry, his eyes filled with tears. He blinks them away.

“Really?” He whispers. Emily lets out a sound, half laugh and half choked sob, and nods. “Really.”

He pulls her into a tight hug, his hand pressing against the back of her neck to keep her anchored to him. Aaron feels her heart beat against his chest because of how close they are. “God, Emily,” he chokes out. “I fucking love you.”

She sniffles into his neck, her arms back around his waist. “I love you too. I can’t believe this is happening,” she closes her eyes.

They hadn’t been particularly careful but neither were they trying, none of them wanting to get their hopes up. She’s just turned 41 and he’s far older than he was when he had Jack.

Aaron presses kisses to her hair, to her face and cheeks until she starts laughing. Her lashes are wet and clumped together when she looks at him and Aaron thinks she’s never looked more beautiful.

“I’ll book an appointment with the OBGYN tomorrow,” she smiles, her voice raspy with tears. Aaron nods and kisses her forehead, feeling like his heart was about to burst.

“I’m so happy, Em,” he hugs her again, gentler this time, his hands running all over her body, “I’m so fucking happy.”

“I am too,” she whispers, her pure happiness taking over any feelings of anxiety about being pregnant at her age, any complications she’s sure she’ll have to think about further down the line. But for now she doesn’t think about that, soaking in her happiness and relishing her husband’s embrace, her heart racing when images of tiny babies flash in her head.

“We should wash our hands,” Emily says into his neck, closing her eyes and sagging against him despite her words. Aaron kisses her temple. “Why?”

She laughs. “Because I just peed on those sticks we were holding so tightly,” she pulls back to look at him, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed and rosy. Aaron kisses them again, seemingly not getting enough of her.

“You’re right,” he smiles and brings her back into him. “But let’s just stay here for a while.”

“Okay.” Emily feels his palm drift to her stomach and she smiles giddily. “Just for a little while.”

****

December 2018

He’s laughing, his eyes warm brown and sparkling as he holds the remote away from her reach.

“Give it to me, you asshole!” Emily climbs into his lap and reaches for the remote in his hand, stretched high above her.

“Shh,” he laughs, thinking of the sleeping baby they just put to bed. “You don’t wanna wake Lilah do you?” Aaron hides the remote behind his back when she tries to reach for it.

Emily growls in frustration when he pins both of her hands easily with one of his and shoves her on her back, her legs still wrapped around his waist.

“Give it to me, Aaron,” she pouts slightly. He’s still holding her wrists in his hand, her fingers resting lightly on his stomach.

Aaron smiles, “Tell me what you think is gonna happen,” he prompts.

Emily groans. “The fuck if I know! That’s why I’m watching the show, isn’t it?” She huffs at him. “Give me the remote,” she arches her brow and rolls her hips lightly against his, smiling when he shuts his eyes for a moment, his breath hitching.

She tries to slip her hands from under his but his eyes fly open and he tightens his grip. “Okay, okay, don’t tell me what happens next,” he concedes. “Can you say please?” He teases, barely holding in his laugh at the look on her face.

Emily narrows her eyes at him. “I can say fuck you,” she offers helpfully, unhooking her legs from his waist and pushing her knees into his stomach.

“Not what I want to hear,” he shakes his head with smirk as she glares at him. It’s been ages since he’s riled her up like this and Aaron keeps pushing, having forgotten just how fun it is to mess with her.

Emily huffs, “C’mon baby don’t be difficult,” she sweetens her voice, bats her lashes as she runs the tips of her fingers over his shirt.

Aaron laughs. “Is it so hard to say please?”

Her patience snaps and she uses the last trick in her arsenal; her fingers. Emily slides her wrists deeper into his hand, sighing in mock reluctance and pretending to think it over.

“Okay.” She says. Her hands are finally where she wants them, firmly in the middle of his stomach, his sides in reach of her fingertips. He leans in closer with a smile, thinking he’s won, and Emily strikes then.

“Hey!” Aaron yelps and dissolves into breathless chuckles as she tickles him. His grip loosens around her wrists and she breaks free, laughing and tickling him a little more before snatching the remote from his hand.

He slumps against her breathlessly and Emily grunts from his sudden weight on her. “That’s cheating,” he says weakly. Emily pats his back sympathetically.

“You should’ve just given it to me, honey.”

She finally turns on her show, which he’d paused right in the middle of a big plot twist to ask her if she could profile what happens next.

When the episode is over he looks up at her with a smile, laughing lightly at the shocked look on her face. “You weren’t expecting that?”

Emily shakes her head, still replaying the scenes in her head. “I can’t believe she’d betray them like that! I mean I get it, she was cornered but still,” she sighs and runs her fingers through his hair, playing with the soft strands as he rests his chin on her chest and looks up at her.

“They were her family.” He says and she nods. “Or so we thought.”

“I don’t think I can watch the next episode now, her face is annoying me,” Emily scrunches her face in distaste. Aaron laughs loudly and kisses the tip of her nose.

“Should I put Before on?” He asks and she lights up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her. “I knew I married you for a reason.” She says into his ear.

He laughs and kisses her lightly before getting up and putting the movie on. He disappears into the kitchen and comes back a few minutes later with a bowl of popcorn and a blanket thrown over his shoulder.

Emily checks the baby monitor on the table, smiling at the sight of her sleeping daughter before setting it down and sitting between Aaron’s thighs.

He gathers her against his chest and wraps his arms around her waist, repeating the dialogue into her ear—memorized from the countless times they’d watched it together—and pointing out tiny clues that she’d never payed attention to, making her laugh at his ridiculous imitations of the characters.

A few years ago Emily never would’ve expected this is how she would spend her Friday night, cuddled with her husband on the couch and watching romance movies together with his hand under her shirt and their baby sleeping just upstairs.

He’s humming, absentmindedly braiding a strand of her hair when she turns to him, the braid melting into the rest of her hair.

“I think I like you best when you’re just with me,” Emily whispers suddenly, all at once hit in the chest with her love for him. “And no one else,” she smooths her hand over his chest, smiling when she catches sight of her wedding rings.

She turns to settle properly on his lap and kisses him, her hands sliding into his hair. Aaron grips her waist and pulls her closer, sneaking a hand under her shirt and palming her warm skin.

He leans back and presses a quick kiss on her lips. “Why’s that?” He asks breathlessly.

Emily smiles. “You’re you. In a way you’re not when you’re with anyone else. I love you like this,” she says, her finger digging into his dimple. “When you’re funny and gentle and sweet. I love it when you’re serious too,” she grins at his raised brow, “really, I do.”

“But you’re just like this with me,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss him again. “And the kids.” She smiles at this bubble they’ve created for themselves, so perfect she sometimes can’t believe it exists.

Aaron smiles and cups her face. “I’d argue that you made me like this,” he says, his grin widening when she blushes. “Sappy and ridiculous—”

He cuts off when the baby monitor goes off on the table, the sound of Lilah’s cries reaching them. Emily sighs and sags against Aaron.

He smiles into her hair. “I think someone heard you being selfish. Time to share.” He taps her hip.

She gets up and holds out her hand for him. “I don’t mind sharing you with our babies.” She pats his cheek.

They open the door to the nursery, Emily’s heart clenching when she sees Lilah standing on the bed, her tiny hands around the beams of her bassinet.

“Hi Lil,” Emily coos as she lifts her daughter and cradles her to her body. The baby’s cries immediately cease once she settles into her mother’s embrace.

“I just fed you an hour ago,” Emily comments as she rocks Lilah, pressing soft kisses to her hair. “I think someone just needs a little attention,” she winks at Aaron.

Aaron’s heart warms at the sight of his girls together. He walks over to them and gently wipes the tears on Lilah’s soft cheeks. “If it’s your attention she wants, I don’t blame her,” he murmurs, ignoring Emily’s eye roll.

“Us Hotchners have a thing for being obsessed with you.” He kisses Lilah’s forehead and then Emily’s. She doesn’t roll her eyes this time, instead smiles fondly and grips her daughter tighter, wondering how she got this lucky.

“You wanna watch a movie with us, baby?” She says gently and smiles at her daughter. Lilah gives her a toothy smile back, her tears nowhere to be found, and Emily chuckles.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Lilah babbles as they settle back on the couch, sounding out syllables that sound heart achingly close to ‘mama’, making Emily’s chest grow warm with love for her.

“That’s right, baby,” she murmurs, rubbing her hand up and down Lilah’s back. “Mama.”

Aaron starts the movie again, his attention shifting to his daughter when she moves off of Emily’s lap and into his own. Soon enough Emily is on his lap too, Lilah squashed between them, content with stuffing Aaron’s shirt in her mouth.

The movie is long forgotten when Jack walks in through the front door and Emily beams at him. “Jack! Come cuddle with us,” she demands.

Jack heads to them with a mock groan, well aware of Emily’s love for affection. “Do I have to?”

Aaron laughs when Emily waggles her finger at him. “You’re late, young man, don’t think I haven’t noticed that. Come cuddle with me and I’ll forgive you.”

Jack sighs dramatically and plops next to them on the couch. He rests his head lightly on Emily’s lap, wincing when Lilah tugs at his hair. “Hi, Lil.”

“Did you have fun at Aunt Jessie’s?” Emily asks, easing her daughter’s grip from Jack’s hair and running her own fingers through it, smiling when he sighs in relief.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “I missed you guys,” he admits, used to expressing his feelings to them because of how often he sees them do it. Though he still denies their affection in public, something Emily grumbles about endlessly.

“We missed you too, honey,” Aaron kisses his forehead, smiling when Lilah copies him and messily presses her face into her brother’s forehead.

“But I missed you most, Lilah,” Jack laughs at her upside down face, wiggling his eyebrows so she can laugh. Lilah giggles and claps her hands excitedly, the sound making them all smile.

Emily smiles at the sight of her children together and stuffs her face in Aaron’s neck, her hand clutching the neckline of his shirt. “I love you,” she whispers to him, her heart warm and content as she sits surrounded by the people she loves most.

“I love you too, Em.” He kisses her forehead and grips her thigh, trapping his family in his embrace. Aaron holds them close and ignores the movie, instead watching them and smiling at the sound of their voices. He closes his eyes and lets the comfort of them wash over him; his wriggling daughter and her babbling, his wife’s soft voice, his son’s laugh.

He’s got the whole world in his hands.

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