wtfuckevenknows · 1 year ago
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How does one make peppermint hot chocolate?
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officialaemondtargaryen · 7 months ago
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Invisible String
❝and isn't it just so pretty to think that all along there was some invisible string tying you to me.❞
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Summary: You are having a pretty strange week and you just happen to run into the same guy every single day at the same coffee shop. He could be stalking you, or it could be fate. You aren’t totally sure.
Pairing: Modern Aegon Targaryen x Reader
Word Count: ~3.2k
Author’s Note: This is a re-write of an old fic of mine. I'm in my re-writing era and this is Megan's Version. Anyways, here's some fluff. I hope that you are absolutely disgusted by it.
Warnings: language and cuteness.
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Monday morning.
The bane of your existence. 
It didn’t help that you were hungover; head pounding, pleading with you to go back to sleep after your best friend convinced you to go out for karaoke on a Sunday night. Who in their right mind decided that karaoke on a Sunday night would be a good idea? You did. Not your best decision, you had to admit, and one you immediately came to regret as your alarm continuously reminded you that you needed to get up. You only had about eight minutes before you were to leave your apartment in order to make it to work on time, and it typically took you an hour to get ready– thirty minutes on a good day. You were absolutely pressing your luck with eight. 
You rushed into the kitchen, making a beeline towards your Keurig. Brewing yourself a cup of coffee was typically the first thing you did every morning, like clockwork; placing the disposable cardboard cup underneath the spout and setting it to automatic, allowing it to brew while you moved on to other things in your morning routine. It was always the perfect temperature by the time you came back to it.  
“Shit!” You cursed with a mouth full of toothpaste after realizing you’d completely missed the sink and a long line of frothy spit had dripped down to the front of your shirt. It was the only clean blouse that you had, and you definitely didn’t have time to go rummaging through your closet to find something else. With limited options available, you tell yourself that no one will notice and hurriedly swipe at the glob of mint green paste from your left boob. 
As you looked at yourself in the mirror, the stain jumped out at you as if it were a flashing sign, look at me! You knew you’d be self conscious about it throughout the day and that everyone would, in fact, notice, and opted for a black blazer to hopefully cover up your mistake. Once you were satisfied with your appearance– as satisfied as you had the time to be– you rushed out the door; your bag falling off of your shoulder as you tried to scrape your hair back into the neatest bun you could manage without brushing your hair, practically sprinting towards the bus stop, hoping that you’d make it on time.
It wasn’t until you got there, waiting with what seemed like the entire population of this accursed city, that you realized you had never even gone back to the kitchen for your coffee after you had started getting ready. It was still sitting there cold, and lonely, and untouched– just like you felt right now, standing at the bus stop, no coffee to warm your hands. 
You could just go to work, clock in on time, and drink that bagged shit your company supplies for the break room, but on a Monday and with the morning you’ve already had, that just wasn’t an option. You could see the bus headed your way but ultimately stepped out of the crowd and headed in the direction of the nearest coffeeshop, which thankfully was only two blocks up. 
As soon as you walked through the door and into the warmth of the cafe, you inwardly cringed at the sight of the six people waiting in line. There was really no point in complaining about it, you were already here and you had already missed the bus, and you were already going to be late. You had no option but to wait patiently in line behind some blonde guy in a suit. 
Your cellphone vibrated in your hand as you vaguely heard the man order a blueberry muffin and a latte. It was your boss, fuck. You silenced the phone call and decided to send them a quick text message instead, promising that you’d be there soon and made up some story about how the bus was late due to traffic. 
Still looking down at your phone, you thought you saw the man take a step to the side out of your peripheral vision, and you stepped forward towards the register. Only he hadn’t stepped to the side, and you stepped right into him, and your face collided with his back. When you went to take a step backwards, you tripped over the woman behind you and ended up falling on your ass. 
“I am so sorry!” You exclaimed, looking up at the man that you had just stepped into. Your cheeks warm at the sight of him, feeling infinitely more embarrassed when you see how attractive he is. “I thought I saw you move to the next register.”
He smiled and suddenly everything was okay, like you didn’t just trip and fall in front of like fifty people. 
“S’okay, love,” he replied, holding out his hand to help you up. “Are you alright?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” you replied, trying your hardest to play it cool. “That was totally planned.”
He laughs, once again flashing an angelic smile, “you’re a great actress, then.”
“Thanks,” you say as you dust off your pants. “I rehearsed that for weeks.”
He seemed to think you were being wildly clever as his head dropped back and a genuine bout of laughter escaped his throat. The people behind you in line were becoming clearly irritated, one even stepping around you to keep the line moving. Typically, you would have protested but you suddenly didn’t care about the time or that you had been cut in line. 
“Aegon?” The barista called out.
“That’s me,” his smile faltered just enough for you to notice. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“In a city with a population of 8.4 million people, I highly doubt that,” you step back in line after checking with the person behind you to make sure it was okay. “Have a good day.”
The man named Aegon still smiled, his head nodding to you before stepping out into the crowded city streets. If you were brave, you would have asked for his number, but instead you watched the door while you waited for your drink to be made; hoping that he would come back and sweep you off your feet.
You allowed yourself to live in that fantasy for a little while, until you became too busy at work and eventually forgot about the handsome stranger you had met in the coffee shop. 
Tuesday was worse. 
It wasn’t because you had a hangover or because you had woken up late again. In fact, it was quite the opposite. You were feeling pretty great on this particular morning. The sun was shining, it was a beautiful day, and you had given yourself plenty of time for your usual morning routine; shower, makeup, clothes, coffee. The Spotify algorithm was providing you with a perfect soundtrack for your commute to the bus stop until–
“Are you fucking kidding me!?” 
You screeched as a double-breasted, suit-wearing businessman bumped into you and your coffee went flying towards the concrete; all over the ground, all over you. And for a moment, time stops as you could do nothing but stand there, completely shocked. The audacity he had to not only keep walking as if he hadn’t just ruined your perfect morning– and your shoes– but to yell back at you that you were the one who needed to watch where you were going. 
You hadn’t even gotten to take a sip of that coffee yet. 
Thankfully, Starbucks was only two blocks up, and you could make a pitstop for a refill and to clean yourself up and the coffee out of your shoes. Before you stepped in line, you made a beeline for the cream bar, hurriedly pulling napkins from the dispenser to shove them into the toes of your shoes. A few people in the lobby had begun to stare, and you sighed in defeat. This was frustrating that you were, once again, embarrassing yourself and making a scene in the same Starbucks two days in a row. 
“You know, in a city with a population of 8.4 million people,” you heard as you tried to dry off your tights. Looking up, you noticed the same man from yesterday. What was his name? Aegon, right? “Call me crazy, but I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we bumped into each other again.” 
“Maybe you’re stalking me,” you retorted with a sarcastic smile.
“Stalking the girl who’s spilled coffee all over herself?” He asked, eyes crinkling at the sides from the wide smile on his face. “I don’t know about that.”
You didn’t say anything, still a little irritated that you were even in this predicament, and now running into this handsome stranger again. Typically, you’d be elated to see him again, but not today.
“Let me buy you a coffee?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence that had grown between the two of you after he just stood there watching you try to blot the stain out of your white blouse. “It looks like you’re not having the best day.”
“Thanks for the offer, but not today,” you replied.
“Well, maybe tomorrow then?” 
“Yeah,” you said as you laughed through your nose, knowing that there was no possible way that you would see him again tomorrow unless he really was stalking you. “Tomorrow, for sure.”
He gave you another one of those remarkable smiles and nodded his head, “okay, I’ll see you then.”
Wednesday was better.
You woke up with a smile on your face and you gingerly started your routine, making your way towards your Keurig. It was the middle of the week; only three more days to go and you’d be free for the weekend. You already had plans for a Succession marathon and itched to make a home on your couch for the next two days with all of your favorite snacks and blankets.
But when you went to grab one of those tiny, plastic pods from the box, it was empty. You had told yourself yesterday that you needed to stop and grab coffee and milk, but had completely forgotten once your day had unraveled after that douchebag shouldered you on the sidewalk. 
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
You always believed that one should enjoy the little things, but this week, it seemed as if those little things were on a mission to ruin your week. This time, you decided on the locally owned coffee shop that was only a block from your apartment. You passed by every day on your way to the bus stop, but they were typically so busy that you just didn’t have time to wait.
Today, they were surprisingly not nearly as busy as they usually were, in fact, they were almost completely empty. You still smiled at the barista as you walked right up to the counter without having to wait in line. 
“Could I please have a mocha latte, please?” You asked politely. 
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the barista replied with a frown. “We were supposed to get our delivery sometime last night but there was a mix-up with the trucks, and we’re kinda out of everything. There’s a sign on the door.”
Of course you didn’t see the sign until you were leaving, frustrated, and stepping out onto the sidewalk with only one option; Starbucks. 
This time you were prepared to see the good-looking stranger again, if fate were to have it; you were not covered in coffee, you did not have to rush on your way out the door, you were having a good hair day. Yet, as you stepped into the cool air conditioning of the corporate chain, you were saddened that you didn’t spot that golden halo of soft, blonde hair anywhere. You should have known not to get your hopes up, as the odds of seeing him three days in a row were slim and none. As you stepped up to the register you laughed at yourself, at how disappointed you were, as if you actually had a chance. 
You stood off to the side, scrolling through your phone while waiting for the barista to call your name. It was then that out of the corner of your eye, you see that in walks a handsome, blonde stranger. Your heart skips a beat for only a second before it registers that he’s not your blonde stranger. He locks eyes with you for only a second and you offer him a small, disappointed smile. 
“Your mocha,” the barista says and holds out the warm beverage to you. 
“Thanks,” you reply, your voice despondent. 
When you turn for the exit, your eyes are drawn to the corner of the room- to a comfortable, brown leather chair next to the window. There, sits Aegon, the man who had somehow just happened to be here, every single day, at the same time as you. The man who is probably stalking you, and if he wasn’t, he probably thought you were stalking him. You couldn’t even blame it on timing– Monday you were late, Tuesday you were early, today you were right on time. Given outside factors, things like this typically do not happen. 
He’s reading the paper and there’s a cup of coffee and a half-eaten scone sitting on a plate in front of him. Your lips curl into a smile as you say to him, “we’ve got to stop running into each other like this.” 
Aegon looks up at you, surprise washing over his face before an enthusiastic smile begins growing on his lips. However, as soon as his eyes notice the drink in your hand, his smile immediately disappears, “I thought I was buying today?” 
“I didn’t see you until I had already ordered,” you replied. “How about tomorrow?”
“Deal,” he nodded..
“Are you sure you’re not stalking me?” You asked, eyes narrowing.
He threw his head back in laughter, “I’m definitely not a stalker.”
“That’s what a stalker would say,” you glanced down at your watch and realized that you should get going before you miss the bus. “See you tomorrow!”
On Thursday, you were convinced.
You had spent most of the day yesterday discussing with your coworker about what had been happening to you over the last week. You’d walked through every different day and what had happened prior to you arriving at Starbucks. You had talked conspiracy theories and the invisible string theory, and eventually you both ended up coming to the same conclusion– you both agreed that it was best for you to not go to Starbucks today.
You didn’t believe in fate, or soulmates, or twin flames, but as you stood in front of your Keurig as it made the most god awful sound, you were starting to change your mind. You tried turning it off and back on, unplugging it and plugging it back in, but the diagnosis was that it had finally died.
After six wonderful years and all of college.
Any other day you’d stop at Starbucks and grab a coffee in place of your homemade cup, but you swore that you wouldn’t today, and you were not waiting in line at the one on the way to the bus stop. It didn’t help that you were actually looking forward to the nasty breakroom coffee, only to get to work and realize that the office had run out of coffee. The effects of the caffeine withdrawal had set in by lunchtime and your migraine was splitting. Needless to say, you were irritable and exhausted by the time you had clocked out. Everything seemed to be grinding your nerves; even something as simple as the person sitting next to you on the bus talking on their phone. 
Despite promising yourself that you wouldn’t go to Starbucks today, you found yourself standing at the counter, ordering a latte and a sandwich. It was later in the evening, the sun was setting, and you were certain that you would not be running into Aegon at this time of night and so after you grabbed your coffee, you sat in one of the comfy, leather chairs and started replying to some emails.
You had been there for about an hour, most of the patrons had left. The baristas had begun cleaning up for the evening and the shop was getting ready to close when the door swung open, letting in a gusty breeze.
“No way,” you whispered to yourself as you watched a very tired-looking Aegon walk up to the counter and order a latte. He was so out of it that he didn’t even notice you until he sat down in the chair directly across from yours, and looked up to see you staring right at him. 
“I told you,” he said as he let out a tired laugh.
You just shook your head at him in disbelief.
“I was called into work early today and I couldn’t come in this morning,” he said with a smirk. “I was certain I wouldn’t be seeing you today.”
“My Keurig broke, and when I got to work they didn’t have any coffee, so I figured I’d stop in and grab a cup before heading home,” you replied.
You sat there and talked to him until the manager kicked the two of you out, and he ended up walking you to your apartment, even though it was in the opposite direction of where he was going. He was sweet and funny, and you found yourself laughing at almost every joke. 
“So tomorrow?” You asked when you stopped in front of your building.
“How about dinner instead of coffee?” He asked, rather boldly, taking you by surprise. “I know we don’t really know each other but I’d like to change that.”
“I’d like that, too,” you smiled, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Wanna chance it and see if we show up at the same restaurant at the same time?”
“The ultimate test of fate, eh?” He asked, rubbing his chin as he mulled over your offer for a moment. “Can’t risk it, how about you just meet me at Ray’s at seven.”
“Yeah, I can do that,” you exhale a soft laugh.
“Perfect,” he says and takes your hand, offering a tender kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll see you then, love.”
Friday was perfect. 
Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happened. Though, thinking back on it now, maybe those seemingly bizarre incidents this past week weren’t actually out of the ordinary at all. Maybe the forgotten coffee on Monday, the spilled latte on Tuesday, the late delivery on Wednesday, and caffeine withdrawal on Thursday were all meant to happen; everything playing out perfectly in order for you to be walking up to Ray’s at exactly 6:54 PM. 
Aegon stood outside, a smile bright enough to put the sun to shame. As your eyes met, a wave of warmth washed over you, dispelling any lingering doubts you may have had. This felt right. 
This felt like fate.
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shiny-kaibernyte · 8 months ago
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If you're taking requests, I love Drayton (favorite Dragon boy) and as a Fairy trainer, I'm super curious what the romantic (and friend) dynamics would be with him. So, I guess I'm asking for Drayton x Fairy reader content? 😅🩷
This gives me opposites attract vibes. The sweet Fairy type dynamic compared to Drayton being Drayton is a vibe I can get behind!
Pixie Wings | Drayton x Reader (Fairy specialist)
Pokémon Scarlett and Violet Indigo Disk DLC Spoilers ahead!
After growing up together traveling the unnova region side by side; when Drayton moved away to blueberry academy, he felt a small part of him was left behind. But fate seemed to have other ideas when a familiar face shows up to brighten his day.
Warnings: Lots of fluff with a little bit of Lacey hate
SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for The Indigo Disk Ending
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Why is Alcremie so cute? Like look at that lil guy, lil buddy so happy to be here 💗
Today was the day, the day you would travel to the blueberry academy. The school upon the sea! For the longest time, you had spent all of your time inside a stupid office building of a school. So when one of your closest friends and yourself both received letters of enrolment to the school; the stars aligned again! Though that didn’t stop the waves of nerves rushing over you. Seems you weren’t the only one feeling them, either.
Sitting on the plane, the nerves settled deeper and deeper in your gut as the mixture of excitement and dread flooded your every thought. Questions rolling around like the ocean tide below you, covering your mind like a cloud does the sun.
“What's got you so quiet?” A voice piped up from your side, “Nerves getting the better of you?”
With a deep sigh, you scrunch your noise, fingers placed on the bridge of it. “Sorry, sorry, I just keep thinking about everything that's going to happen when we arrive. I've never gone to a place like this. Sylveon was acting up all morning too, she isn’t much of a flying fan.”
“I get that, Mimikyu is the same, I can feel his ball shaking in my pocket.” A laugh escaped the both of you as the small talk wafted the clouds away from your mind. “I know you are going to be fine! You're the best damn fairy type trainer I know, and I know a lot of them! I went to a prep school for two years. You don’t get more fairy type than a blonde teen obsessed with make up.”
“That is very true.” The smile on your lips grew bigger as you leaned back into the plane seat, looking out the window to see your destination below. “I wish I could tell Drayton about this…”
“I know…”
Time went by quickly. Upon arriving at the school, a fellow Fairy type user gave you a tour of the building and the terrarium to boot. Teaching you all about the BB League and the other clubs around the school. A nice bonding session as well with your mutual feelings on fairy type Pokémon. She was nice, her outfit was cute too, though there was something you didn't quite get along with about Lacey. “And that about sums it up! To recap, the terrarium is split into four sections, the savannah biome is where the school entrance is! If you are a battler, the BB league is located inside to the right of the stairs. The elite four bases are spread out throughout the terrarium. Be careful when you go for the dragon trial, he, um, tends to get a little full of himself. Nothing new though. Just be advised to not fuel his ego any more than it already is.”
“Will do, thank you again for this. We look forward to seeing you at the trials!” You pipe up, disregarding the comment she made about her ‘friend’. With a small wave, Lacey spun on her heel and headed off for the coastal biome.
“Well, that was something.” Your friend piped up, trying not to laugh about how awkward that last part was. “Considering she calls everyone in the BB league club her friend, the way she speaks about the Dragon elite four members says otherwise. I mean she didn’t even use his name? How can we go off of toothpaste for a name?”
“I don’t know, but I'm sure we’ll meet him. Who knows, maybe it's a sibling rivalry sort of thing between them. Kinda felt like it to me.” You question, attempting to come up with any reason she may have been particularly pokey about one member and not the rest.
The sound of a poke ball stopped your conversation dead in its tracks. Your Archaludon had decided he was bored with the conversation and wanted attention now. Sylveon may have been your first Pokémon, but Archaludon held a special place in your heart; being the only reminder of Drayton you had. It was his Duraladon after all, a parting gift he gave you. It may not have been a fairy type, but that didn’t stop you from putting a fairy tera on it. Just for argument's sake.
Sitting down on a random rock, you quietly feed Archaludon a poffin, keeping him entertained whilst your friend rummages through her bag, finally zipping it back up once she was happy with whatever she did. “Well, I'm a head inside. Lacey describing the science club got me all giddy. Joltik agrees with me.” A small chirp followed your friend's voice as her tiny joltik popped out from her hood. How you didn’t notice it this whole time is beyond you. With a silent wave, you watch her walk into the distance. You weren’t alone for long though
“Two new students in one day and no one told me!?” A voice chimed up from along the beach. A boy, taller than others you had seen during the tour. His hair was spiked up at the front in one big swoop, kind of like, toothpaste. Just like Lacey had said. Though you could only see the back of him. From his outfit, he definitely fits the bill of dragon trainer. 
That's when it hit you. Something about that hair seemed so familiar to you, and it hit you like a tauros. “Do my eyes deceive me!? Drayton? Drayton!! I can’t believe it!”
His neck snapped so fast, it was a surprise he didn’t give himself whiplash. The sound of your voice being music to his ears. Seems his feet began moving on their own; he didn’t even register he was moving till he was already hugging you tighter than a mousehold. “How are you here? What are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you that!” You respond, wrapping your arms around him tighter, still trying to comprehend the fact he really was there with you. “You moved to the other side of Unova!”
Drayton’s laugh coated your ears, causing your already beaming smile to brighten even more. “Well I didn’t say exactly where, probably should have mentioned the ocean school part huh.”
“Yeah, I've missed you so much, Drayton. Things just haven't been the same without your lively presence.” He had no response to that, only a simple hum as he moved away from you, his hands on your shoulders, a smile on his face. 
That's when your entire team all decided to join Archaludon outside. Sylveon comes out first, running around Drayton’s legs, her blue coat fluffing up with every pass she makes. Your Archaludon was already watching the scene, if it had a tail it would be wagging. The sight of his old trainer and his current trainer looking so happy made the bridge happier than a yamper. Vanilla Alcremi came out not long after Sylveon, doing a little happy dance alongside your Hattereen. Silently your white florges admired the situation, being the newest of the team she simply watched, enjoying the reunion that was unfolding.
“Seems you were not the only one who missed me!” Drayton chuckled, running his hand along Archaludon’s side.
“Would seem that way. When Lacey described you earlier, you were not the person I pictured.” You admitted thinking back to what Lacey said.
Drayton smiled and pulled you into his side to allow the Archaludon to nuzzle into him, his arm around your shoulder. “Ah don’t pay Lacey any mind, she isn’t too fond of my fighting style, she thinks my attitude is unprofessional. Her words, not mine.”
“Well I think your fighting style is great, even if I can beat you no problem.” A cocky grin painted on your face, teasing him.
“Oh is that so!? How about we put that to the test, then?” Drayton offered his signature smirk appearing
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britishchick09 · 1 month ago
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i had no idea that poto ace and aro week was a thing until a few minutes ago, but i have the perfect thing for it... a story from the poto rewritten short stories collection! :D
read it in full below or check out the audiobook my mom helped make! (and be sure to check out the other 5 stories!) i proudly present...
💚🤍🖤 christine the love detective 🖤🤍💜
 Christine was dreaming. She was with Papa, Raoul, Meg and Erik, all of them clad in white clothes. They laughed while sitting in a field of dandelions. A gentle breeze flew by.
Just then, the breeze picked up and a dandelion became caught in Christine's throat! She coughed it out while sitting up in bed. To her surprise, a flower petal floated out of her mouth!
"Happy Valentine's Day!" Meg exclaimed, standing on the bed next to her.
"Wha- What was that for?" Christine asked, trying to catch her breath.
"It's a gentle shower of tulip petals! You rolling over wasn't part of the plan."
Christine took the wet yellow petal with two fingers. "Why did you choose tulips? Roses are the Valentine's Day flower."
"And tulips are the friendship flower! And my favorite. Valentine's Day isn't just about romance, you know," Meg gave a sly smile. "Although I bet you'll be kissing Mr. E lots today…"
Christine felt her face flame. "No, I won't! Just once or twice."
"You'll do it so passionately that you'll have dozens of kids when you let go!"
"Stop it!" Christine exclaimed, playfully hitting Meg with her pillow. "That's not how it works, silly!"
Meg squealed as she fell down, her foot nearly hitting Christine in the face.
"I'm not interested in having children, not with Erik or Raoul or anyone else," she told Meg. "I'm not even interested marriage!"
"As Mama says, maybe you'll change your mind one day. But if not, that's okay. You have your friends!" Meg said as she sat up. "Valentine's Day is for all types of love- friendship, family…" She jumped out of bed. "And especially romance! Race you to the bathroom!"
She dashed out of their bedroom, but Christine stayed put. She slowly got out of bed as one word floated through her mind- 'romance'.
I've always enjoyed singing and reading about romance, and it's fun to think about others falling in love, she thought. But me falling in love? I can't imagine it! I know what romance is, but I don't know it. I've never felt it for myself.
Christine wandered to the kitchen, her mind lost in thought. She smiled at the smell of blueberry crepes.
"Good morning, Madame Giry." she greeted the matriarch, who was standing at the stove.
"Good morning, Christine," Madame Giry replied. "Did you sleep well?"
"Oui," Christine fiddled with a strand of her bedhead hair while watching Madame Giry carefully cut the crepe into a heart shape. "When you fell in love with Meg's father… What was that like?"
"Oh, falling in love with Jules was wonderful," Madame Giry responded with a smile. "When I saw him for the first time... why, I felt a light sensation that I had never felt before. My world felt new," She sighed dreamily. "It was a time I'll never forget."
"It sounds lovely." Christine said softly.
Madame Giry looked over at Christine. "Don't fret. I'm sure you'll find that special someone eventually."
Christine gave a small smile as the bathroom door opened. Meg sneakily tried to get a bite of breakfast while Christine took a couple plates to the living room table. The blueberry crepes were wonderful (especially when they looked like hearts!), but uncertain thoughts slightly dulled the taste.
'You'll find that special someone'… Christine spit toothpaste out of her mouth in a scoff before rinsing her toothbrush. Madame Valerius said the same thing when I was teen-aged. I don't think I'll ever find anyone more special than my friends! She splashed water on her face as a realization came to her. What if that means I'll never find true love? That's fine by me, but it means I'll never truly understand!
She worriedly turned off the sink and dried her face before going to the girls' bedroom.
As Christine made the bed, she thought back to when she saw her friends for the first time. She felt relieved upon seeing Raoul save her red scarf as a kid and was overjoyed to reunite with him years later. Meg made her feel welcome in the opera house and Erik was a surprising (and awkward) sight when they met in person!
But I didn't feel any light sensation, Christine thought. I've never felt that way with anyone.
She gave a frustrated sigh as she wrapped her corset over her torso. It was light pink... the color of love.
I feel love, but not romance. It sounds so wonderful! And yet... Christine laced her corset as she thought, Romance is such a mysterious thing. I want to know exactly what it is so I can feel it for myself someday. Everyone else has, so why can't I? I'm going to figure it out once and for- She winced as she accidentally pulled her corset laces too tight. …all.
Christine loosened the laces, determined to solve the mystery of love.
...
 After ballet practice, Christine and Meg hung a string of paper hearts up on the back wall of Christine's dressing room. They had spent most of the day before creating the decoration, which was their gift to each other.
"Be careful!" Christine told Meg, who was standing on her vanity seat.
"I- woah!" Meg nearly tripped, causing Christine to wince. "I am! For the most part, anyways," She secured the other end of the string with surgical tape. "There we go!"
She and Christine stood back, smiling as they looked at their creation.
"It's perfect." Christine said.
"The cutest string ever!" Meg agreed before reminding Christine, "Don't forget to put on your heart necklace. It's perfect for you and your boyfriends!"
Christine rolled her eyes. "The hearts represent Papa, my mother and me!" She took the necklace out of her father's bowl and smiled. "But maybe today, it can be Raoul, us and Erik."
"Aww, the middle heart is bigger because we're sisters!" Meg exclaimed, giving Christine a hug.
Christine chuckled softly. "Something like that."
She was clasping her mother's necklace when someone knocked on the door. After turning the necklace around, Christine opened the door.
"Raoul!" she exclaimed with a smile. "Happy Valentine's Day!"
Raoul smiled back. "Happy Valentine's Day, Christine!"
"I have a little present for you," Christine handed him a card. "Here you go."
The card showed a boat with a heart on its sail. On the water below was 'My love for you is bigger than the sea'.
Raoul chuckled. "Nice! Thanks so much. I couldn't find any roses at the flower shop, so…" He took a bouquet of red flowers out from behind his back. "I got you some chrysanthemums!"
"Oh!" Christine sniffed the flowers as she held them. "They smell just as lovely as roses."
Meg took a sniff as well. "She's just saying that to butter you up for some kisses. Roses are way better."
Christine's face grew warm as she gave her friend a look. Raoul's cheeks and ears were pink with surprise!
"I, uh, I guess they are," he said before composing his slightly flustered self. "Are you ready to go out? To the Bois, not some sort of romantic thing!"
Christine giggled. "I am," She gave the bouquet of chrysanthemums to Meg. "We'll be back soon."
"Have fun on your definitely not romantic date!" Meg said with a wink.
...
 Christine and Raoul spent the afternoon at Bois de Boulogne. They strolled down a tree-lined path while snacking on a box of chocolates from Rousseau's. (Their joint gift to each other!)
"You're in love with me, right?" Christine asked. "Romantically, I mean?"
Raoul popped a chocolate in his mouth. "It depends. Most of the time I'm not, but…" He swallowed the chocolate. "Sometimes, this attraction comes over me. I look at you and think, 'Hey, she's pretty'. I feel it when we're close."
Christine touched her hip with his. "Like that?"
"No, there has to be a certain mood. Like when we danced at the masquerade or after coming home from the bistro. But when we're kissing each other in silly places..." Raoul paused to kiss Christine on the nose. "See, it's not there."
"Huh. And what does that attraction feel like?" Christine asked as they resumed walking.
"Oh, I don't know, it feels..." Raoul thought for a few moments. "Well, I don't know how to describe it."
I don't, either. Christine thought with a small sigh.
"I guess it feels like a magnet. I feel drawn towards you," Raoul chuckled. "Hey, that must be why they call it attraction!"
Christine couldn't help but chuckle as well. "It definitely is!"
"It's not a strong magnet, though. It's sort of weak. But that doesn't mean I don't love you! The romantic part isn't that strong."
"How funny," Christine said as Raoul handed her the chocolate box. "We're best friends, family and somewhat romantic at the same time."
"You feel attraction, too?"
Christine flushed midway through a bite of chocolate. "No, I was just talking about you. I… I've never felt romance before."
"Oh. Well, that's fine. You're lucky. Romance is a complicated thing!"
Christine gave the box back to Raoul, gazing at the foliage surrounding them as she thought, I've never felt romance, but what about actions? I don't mind Raoul seeing me in my underclothes, but most friends wouldn't dare to be seen like that! Come to think of it, Meg and I like to snuggle in bed. And I kiss Erik on the lips like it's nothing, Christine gasped. But those things can't be romantic! I-
"Are you okay?" Raoul asked.
Christine jerked her head to him. "Wha- Oh, yes, I'm fine," She paused before asking, "How do you know when you're... more than just friends?"
Raoul's ears turned pink. "Are you talking about us?"
"Sort of. Casually undressing in front of each other doesn't seem like something friends do."
"My navy pals and I did that all the time. Once you've known someone for a while, you become more comfortable around them."
"So it's not romantic? And neither is hugging in bed or kissing someone on the lips?"
Raoul ate a chocolate. "Not unless you make it."
I don't feel romance, I don't do it… Christine disappointedly bit into a chocolate. All I can do is dimly understand it.
...
 A while later, Raoul was singing a love song while Erik played the piano. Raoul's voice was off-key, but he looked so sincere that Christine didn't mind.
Raoul finished singing and told her, "That was my bonus Valentine's gift to you!" Then he said to Erik, "Thanks for the instrumental."
Erik gave a sly smile. "This is definitely the best way to be a third wheel."
"Bravo, brava!" Christine cheered. "Where did it come from?"
"From a guy in Flanders during my navy days. I told him that it reminded me of you and he gave a copy to take home to my love."
Christine put a hand on her heart. "Aww, how sweet!"
"Now it's time for my Valentine's Day gift," Erik said, swiftly rising from his piano. "That's your cue to leave."
Raoul playfully rolled his eyes before giving Christine a hug. "See you later."
Christine smiled at his slight ocean scent and pulled away. "See you later!"
Once he left, Christine said, "Here's your gift."
She gave him a little box containing some dark chocolates and a card. Underneath playing cards in the shape of a heart were the words, 'You're the queen of my heart'.
Erik laughed. "Cards on a card! How clever," He set the gifts on his table before shyly asking, "A- Are you ready to see your gift?"
"Oui!" Christine replied with a nod.
Erik went into the kitchen and came out with three big bouquets of roses. He even wore a rose flower crown!
"Oh!" Christine breathed. "How wonderful!"
Erik gave a triumphant smirk. "And all the other guy got was 'sweet'."
Christine was given the many roses, which were hard to hold. "This is quite a handful!"
"Only the best for my angel. Nadir forced me to go to the flower shop and buy them. I was so nervous that I forgot what a bouquet was!" Erik sat on the bed, fiddling with his cape as he said, "I- I hope you like them."
"I love them! They'll go perfectly with Raoul's chrysanthemums and Meg's decoration," Christine set the roses on the table, looking at them for a few moments before quietly asking, "What does love feel like? Romantic love, I mean."
"Oh, it's wonderful," Erik replied with a smile. "Strange feelings take over and I can't stop thinking about you. It's overwhelming, really. Quite frightening. Terrifyingly invasive."
Maybe it's good to not feel romance! Christine thought in surprise.
"And yet, it's the most amazing feeling in the world."
"But what does it feel like?" Christine asked, making Erik confused.
"You know, like feeling light and happy."
"Ah, the physical feeling. Well..." Erik tried to think of a way to describe it, but came up blank. "Here, kiss me passionately. That'll do the trick."
Christine wasn't sure about the passionate part, but she readily kissed Erik on the lips after joining him on the bed. He smiled, a look of dreamy bliss on his face as she pulled away.
"Quick, describe what you're feeling!" Christine told him.
"My heart feels light... and my hands are starting to tingle. Mmm, it feels like a pleasant tickle."
"It feels like the rush of satisfaction you get after belting out an aria on stage." Christine guessed.
"Oh, it's even better than that! What does the kiss feel like for you?"
Christine looked down at her lap. "...I feel nothing."
Erik snapped out of his dreamy state. "What?"
"I take that back, I feel a little happy. But I don't feel what you're describing," Christine looked at Erik. "What does attraction feel like?"
"Kind of like love. Except your heart aches a little and your face feels hot. I think about how pretty you are and-" Erik giggled. "Well, it makes me so giddy! You face is so cute and your voice is so beautiful and you're the most adorable person in the world-"
Christine's face burned with a blush as she thought, At least I know what flattery feels like!
"Okay, thank you for the compliments, but we need to get back on track. Name one thing that's attractive about me."
"Um... I don't know..." Erik chuckled bashfully. "Your lips."
Christine absentmindedly licked her lips. "And what makes them attractive?"
"I don't know!" Erik exclaimed, looking away with a bright pink blush. "Seriously, I really don't know why some things about you are attractive. They just are. That's how romance is. You don't know why it gives you these feelings, it just does."
"Well, that doesn't help me!"
"With what?"
"With..." Christine gave heavy sigh. "With love research."
Erik frowned. "Love research?"
"I'm trying to make sense of it all, but... it's awfully hard to understand since I've never experienced it."
"Oh, is that why you've been acting like a questionnaire?"
"Oui. I've heard so much about romance, but it's hard to truly feel it."
"Well, I didn't feel any attraction until we really got to know each other, so maybe you just need to find the right person. ...Which isn't me, I guess."
"No... I know I'll never feel it," Christine said, her voice breaking slightly. "Because I'm broken."
"Broken?" Erik repeated as she turned away from him. "No, you're not-"
"Everyone can feel and understand romance except for me!" Christine looked down at her lap. "I don't love you as you love me. I don't love anyone like that. I like reading romance stories, but when I try to understand it…" She felt her voice choke up. "I can't. There's a wall of fog preventing me from seeing it clearly," She sniffled. "And it'll never go away."
Christine buried her head in her hands before sinking down onto the bed. She wept into Erik's comforter.
"Oh, Christine…" Erik said softly. "I… I don't know what to say. I'd say 'it's okay', but I know it isn't for you. A- And I like feeling romance despite the terror, so it's not okay for me."
Christine raised her head a little. "That's fine," She sat up with a sniffle and wiped her eyes with the side of her hand. "On one hand, I'm relieved to not feel it. It's complicated and a little scary. And I could never stick with one person. But on the other hand, if I can never understand…" More tears welled up in her eyes. "Does that mean there's something wrong with me?"
"No! There's nothing wrong with you!" Erik exclaimed while wrapping his cape around her. "Plenty of people don't feel romance. I- I mean, I've never heard of it lasting forever, but it could happen," He looked out the window for a few moments in thought. "I think I know why you're like this."
Christine looked up at Erik. "Why?"
"Well… there's this thing called asexual, which is the absence of the disgusting deed. I definitely don't understand that horrible practice," Erik said with a shudder. "I call myself asexual because of it. You don't understand romance, so…"
"So maybe I'm aromantic!" Christine realized. "And asexual. That explains so much!"
Erik chuckled. "Yes!" He used his fingernail to wipe the tears away from Christine's cheek. "You're not broken, Christine. You're just a little different. A- And while that can seem bad at times…" He smiled. "It makes you unique."
Christine smiled back. "I suppose you should know that better than anyone else."
Erik lightly stroked his mask while saying, "Well, I still view my differences as ostracizing, but I'm getting better at it. I learned that from you."
Christine blushed. She wiped the rest of her tears away and took a deep breath as she rose from the bed. She slowly walked over to the many bouquets of roses as a vision came to mind.
Little ghost versions of Christine and Erik floated beside each other as red hearts danced around them. But just as the ghosties were about to kiss, a wall of fog appeared in between them.
Just then, Ghost Christine was crushed by a magnet! Ghost Erik struggled a bit while freeing her. Once he did, everything around the ghosties faded. They hugged before contently floating away, yellow hearts surrounding them.
"I'm aromantic," Christine declared before striding towards the flowers. "I can't feel romance, but that's okay with me. I'm perfectly fine with platonic love," She inhaled the roses' sweet scent. "Besides, there are much better things to do than fret about romance."
She gave a soft giggle as Ghost Christine nuzzled her cheek.
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"Indeed there are," Erik agreed. "But if you're aromantic, why do you kiss me?"
Christine turned to look at him. "I like the physical feeling. You know, the soft hug of our lips," she replied, making Erik chuckle with a wide smile. "If I kissed Meg or Raoul on the lips, it would be weird. But with you… I really don't mind it. I suppose that's weird in itself."
Erik sighed. "What a queer platonic relationship we have."
Christine glanced at her ghostie before saying, “You know… That’s the perfect way to describe us. We’re platonic, yet people would find our kissing and closeness a little strange. Or, queer, I should say. But it's a good kind of queer.”
“Yes! Little Miss Meg is your sister best friend, Raoul is your dearest best friend and I’m your queer best friend,” Erik laughed. “As if I wasn’t already!”
Christine crouched down and said, "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
Then she gave Erik a kiss. The ghosties watched with heartwarming smiles before doing the same.
Christine had learned a lot about romance in the past day. It was a powerful type of love that struck people like Cupid firing an arrow. It gave its targets overwhelming feelings of bliss, took hold of them in frightening ways at certain times and made their world seem new. She would never fully know its power… And that was alright with her. Christine was happy with being an aromantic enjoyer of romance stories and love songs. Her friends were the truest love of all!
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sasuhinasno1fan · 3 months ago
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Ice cream break - Adrien AUGreste Day 5
This ended up shorter than I realised but oh well. This chapter is set during the Passion chapter in Wish come true, when they're in the middle of their cosplay photo shoot. @adrienaugust Ice Cream
Adrien couldn’t help but giggle as Luka spoke to a little girl, convinced that his cosplay of male Hanno in idol form meant he was a prince. The guitar player created a story of being a secret prince from the ocean but he couldn’t say more ‘because I’d turn into seafoam and it would make my partner very sad’. Adrien waved to the little girl who stared at him in fascination, or it could have been his blue hair.
Honestly, not double checking before he bought the hair spray was his own fault, but he couldn’t complain.
“Bye.” Luka said, standing up and pushing the fabric of his jeans down. “I swear we didn’t get this much attention when we did Naruto.”
“You clearly didn’t notice the group of preteens staring at us from across the park. I have one more idea for couple photos before we can go change.” Adrien said, picking up the tripod with the camera on the top. “You just need to be careful to not spill anything.”
Luka picked up his own bag, tucking the E-Mic inside and followed Adrien to a nearby ice cream cart.
“No Andre but I’m sure it’ll be good.” Adrien pulls out his phone and leans over to share his screen. “You’re not there yet, but in season 2, there’s a scene of all the girls going on a date with their boyfriends and Hannon and her boyfriend go get ice cream. They kiss and you first see their ice creams pressed together. I thought we could do something like that. It can be our last photo before we had back to the house.”
Luka looks relieved at that statement. “I’m starting to overheat slightly in the tailcoat.”
“Take it off, just careful with the bow. That took way too long to get into position.” They had joined the line and Adrien set the tripod down to push up his own sleeves before taking Luka’s bag so he could slip the jacket off. “Are you having fun regardless?”
Luka smiled down at his boyfriend. “I am. I kinda like it just being us.”
“So does this mean I can do another one with you?”
“Just tell me if I need to dye my hair. I’ve been debating changing the colour as a break from blue. Not red though, don’t want to look like a strawberry.” Luka said.
The ice cream was only 3 euro for both cones and it was good, except for a slight flaw. It wasn’t that hot, despite their complaints about getting hot, but the ice cream was melting quicker than expected. Thankfully they were able to get the final pictures in costume and seated themselves on a bench to finish eating their ice cream. Adrien had produced a towel for Luka to not stain his pants and had to help the rocker push his sleeves up to help from catching the dripping dessert.
“You know,” Adrien said, relishing at the taste of passion fruit in his mouth. The ice cream was actually really good, even with it melting so quickly. “I don’t think we’ve gotten a lovers ice cream from Andre.”
Luka looked at him surprised. “Really? We’ve been together for a few months now. We really haven’t?”
Adrien shook his head, pulling out his phone and snapping a quick selfie of the two. He did still have to update his food Instagram. “We’ve gotten separate cups that we’ve shared but never a lovers ice cream. I didn’t think it was possible to somehow become a couple and not get one.”
“Huh,” Luka said. “I wonder what our combination would be. Passion fruit and mint?”
Adrien scrunched up his nose in disgust. “that sounds like the worst toothpaste. I really can’t understand why you like that flavour.”
Luka laughed at Adrien’s disgust. “Ok, fine. then what flavour do you think represents you?”
Adrien thought, biting into the cone and flinching slightly as the cold bit through his teeth. “Maybe peppermint, if only to go with my eyes. Passion fruit would be too obvious, so maybe peach? You’d be blueberry and…pistachio.”
“Pistachio? But I don’t like nuts.”
“its an unexpected flavour that a lot of people like. You prefer music to words and you captivate everyone you meet. Certainly, did it with me.” Adrien teased.
Luka gave him a look before pressing a kiss to his lips, giggling when Adrien gagged at the taste of the mint chocolate chip still on his mouth. “Ok, so a lovers ice cream for us would be, peach, blueberry and…lavender? It’s a calm flavour and I think it something that is similar to us.”
Adrien popped the last of his cone in his mouth, trying to imagine the mix of flavours. All subtle flavours, didn’t overpower each other, kinda like them. “We’ll have to ask Andre what he thinks when we see him next.”
“I can’t wait.” Luka said, eating his last bite and leaning to kiss Adrien again. The blonde pulled back, knowing what would greet him but when Luka pouted, Adrien sucked it up and kissed his boyfriend.
“Ugg.”
“Thank you for your sacrifice.” Luka teased. “Come on. let’s get back and change. We can explore a little before we have to head back for our train. We can even see if they have gelato.”
“Oh no,” Adrien said, picking the tripod back up, the camera safely stowed away in the bag he brought for it, “If we’re eating gelato, it’s going to be in Italy and none of those overly fluffed places that have them on display. We’re getting them from the places that have them in the containers with lids.”
Luka listened to Adrien explain the proper way to find gelato in Italy and grabbed his hand. While gelato was sounding good, he really couldn’t wait to try their lovers ice cream. He had a feeling they were pretty spot on.
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usagiverse · 11 months ago
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I need to know the other team names, and not in a note.
Please, share the team names you have for this guys!
Sure thing, but I'm not entirely creative so these might sound kinda dumb lol (the Rise community is sooo good at naming duos though). Also included some non-canon duos for alternative UV AU's, where Shuji, Mizu, and Yuichi are the same age as the turtles instead (p-p-peepaw miyamoto au!?) Kinda just having fun with these, they may never be on the same page or might not even get along but... i still like it ! (original pairings under cut) - Miyamoto Pairings - Hijack Duo (w/ Donnie) Sunrise Duo (w/ Mikey) Blueberry Duo (w/ Leo) Icee Duo (w/ Raph) Cotton Candy Duo (w/ Shu) Seafoam Duo (w/ Yui) Princess Duo (w/ Mizu) - Shuji Pairings - Psychedelic Duo (w/ Donnie) Grapefruit Duo (w/ Mikey) Neon Duo (w/ Leo) Nebula Duo (w/ Raph) Twilight Duo (w/ Yui) Ultraviolet Duo (w/ Mizu) Cotton Candy Duo (w/ Miya) - Yuichi Pairings - Hyperpop Duo (w/ Donnie) Beach Duo (w/ Mikey) Lagoon Duo (w/ Leo) Mountain Dew-o (w/ Raph) Twilight Duo (w/ Shu) Peacock Duo (w/ Mizu) Seafoam Duo (w/ Miya) - Mizuki Pairings - Galaxy Duo (w/ Donnie) Empathy Duo (w/ Mikey) Horizon Duo (w/ Leo) Toothpaste Duo (w/ Raph) Ultraviolet Duo (w/ Shu) Peacock Duo (w/ Yui) Princess Duo (w/ Miya)
- Original Pairings - Donnie | Mikey - Smarts & Crafts / PB&J Duo Donnie | Leo - Disaster Twins Donnie | Raph - Brains & Brawn Mikey | Raph - Sunset Duo Mikey | Leo - Portal Bros / Baja Blast Raph | Leo - Leader Duo Usagi | Leo - Sword / Katana Duo
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kindheart525 · 9 months ago
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WARNING: Psychiatric Ward
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This visit was long, long overdue. Tempest Shadow was finally going to introduce her mother to her family, to reunite with her herself after all these years. She should have been thrilled to see her mother. Why was she so scared?
As she led her wife and daughter into the ward, she began to realize why Snowcone was so terrified of going in. The atmosphere was cold and bright, a stale sanitary scent hanging in the air. The toothpaste-green walls and stark lack of decor made for an unsettlingly open environment, yet somehow also claustrophobic. It made her stomach turn.
She couldn’t imagine being here even a day. And this was where her mother had been for decades? 
Tempest gave the receptionist her mother’s forms and arranged the visit all with a dry mouth, her mind elsewhere the whole time. Her time in the waiting room was only a few minutes but it felt like hours. 
What was this going to be like? Would her mother even be the same? Would it be worth it for Snowcone? For Tempest herself?
An assistant finally poked her head out of a door, calling out a name.
“Queen Consort Tempest Shadow?”
“Here.”
Tempest croaked out, motioning for Snowcone to follow her. She looked over to her wife for reassurance.
“I’ll wait out here. Give you some time.”
Twilight brushed her wings over both of them comfortingly, whispering words of encouragement as she sent them off after the assistant.
They were led down a few halls, each one as cold and soulless as the last. Snowy pressed herself up against her mother in fear, but Tempest was scared too.
Then they entered a cafeteria. It was big and cold, populated by ward staff and patients but none of their faces registered to Tempest as she scanned the room.
Then she saw her.
Snowcone was so terrified of this place that even though her mothers had promised she wasn't going to stay here, she had a paranoid fear at the back of her mind. 
That this place would envelop her into it. That she would end up cold and dull and a shell of herself too.
She really did want to meet her Nana, she swore up and down that she did.
But when Snowcone laid her eyes on her, her stomach dropped. 
Raspberry Sorbet was sitting alone, drawing invisible circles on the table with her hooves. 
It was clear she was just as nervous as they were but there was a ghostly pallor about her, a layer of separation that made her seem almost non-equine.
She looked up and saw them, all three mares making eye contact. She was the first to croak. 
"FizzyBerry? My baby filly? Is that you little one?"
Tempest’s stomach dropped too upon seeing her, she actually knew her mother and she could tell that she was barely herself. She was older, grayer, more distant. But hearing her old nickname uttered again was all she needed to know her mother was still there.
A lump instantly formed in her throat as she responded.
“Y-yes Mom, it’s me.”
She gestured towards Snowcone.
“And this is my daughter, Snowcone Syrup. Your...granddaughter. I thought...you two should meet.”
She tried to be formal in her introductions without letting her own feelings get in the way.
Snowcone smiled a bit as she heard what could only be her mother’s childhood nickname. It was a genuine, non-forced smile.
She wasn't dumb, she was scared but she had eyes.
A frightened mare with a broken filly in her heart and an old horse who was clearly not herself didn't need a stubborn filly on top of all of it. 
Raspberry noticed this and looked around, almost like she would get in trouble for...whatever she was planning. 
She pulled Snowcone in like she had seen her every day since the day she was born and kissed the top of her head. Her movements were as slow as a sloth. 
"An earth pony like her Nana Raz, so beautiful. Like a blueberry pie!”
Snowcone looked to Tempest with a look of embarrassment on her face but she leaned into the hug. 
"Mother has really missed you Nana..."
“I really have.”
Tempest affirmed, honestly and truthfully, a million memories of a motherless childhood coming back to her. The lump in her throat grew even bigger.
“There hasn’t been a day where I didn’t think of you. Where I didn’t wonder what had become of you. All these years I thought you were gone...completely gone.”
Tears welled up in her eyes, which she tried desperately to hide by tilting her face upwards. But her shaking voice gave her away.
“I only found out...you were here...after Father died. That was a few years ago. I was too cowardly to visit, to see what he did to you. It’s one of the many, many things I will forever regret, and I...”
She couldn’t take it anymore, a flood of sobs escaped her as she crumbled into her mother’s lap.
“I’m so sorry!”
She gripped onto her desperately as she cried, like if she let go she’d lose her again.
Snowcone stepped back, backing up far enough to give them space but close enough for her to still hear. 
Raz watched her walk back like she was the most beautiful thing in Equestria. She had done something good. Two things. And they were right here. 
Her expression changed from a smile to one of contemplation as her Fizzy began to approach. 
She had never spoken to Raz like this. What did she mean by “completely gone,” what had happened? Why was Fizzy so...shaken? 
HIM. 
Everything clicked into place when she mentioned her father. He told her she was dead. That sick old stallion wasn't right in the head. He had done this to all of them. 
"Fizzlepop Berrytwist, you shut your mouth!"
She snapped, but realized how that came across as soon as it left her lips. So she continued. 
"You are not a coward. No Berrytwist has ever been a coward. You were a little filly, you couldn't have known. This will never be your fault. I would die a thousand deaths before I ever let somepony make you feel that way again."
Raz held onto Tempest even harder, soon joined by Snowcone who had fallen into shambles. The three of them cried together, as they did gentle sparks emitted from Tempest’s horn. Sparkles seemed to come from Raz and Snowcone too though it was anypony’s guess how. 
Nopony, no stallion, was ever going to come between them again.
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Previous: Trip Next: What She Needs
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peachyyjellie · 8 months ago
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So I made this AU where the top three of blueberry academy are not human through very wack methods basically the timeline: -le bike lizards (koraidon) are brought from past
-one bike lizard is smarter than the other by a LOT, so Sada tried experimenting on it with Tera energy, to the point where it was sapient and could shapeshift into a little girl
-girl bike lizard sees other bike lizard murk Sada and flies away, somehow gets adopted by family and named Juliana
-plot of SV continues on as normal (mostly), but Juliana reveals herself to her friends just before they fly down to Area Zero
-overcomes trauma and stuff and finally wins
-Juliana does all the Teal Mask stuff and almost accidentally reveals herself to Kieran once
-Juliana had issues with Indigo Disk stuff (cough, polar biome and she’s a reptile, cough) but manages to go down again to area Zero with Kieran after some consoling
-When Terapagos fires the blast STRAIGHT AT KIERAN, she reveals her Koraidon form and blocks the beam but half of it still spills offer and hits Kieran directly in the arm
-Kieran musters up enough strength to help defeat Terapagos but then kinda goes unconscious, starts crystalising
-rushed to Paldean hospital where he finally stops crystalising through bringing out Terapagos again to stop the crystalisation
-boy is now half turtle boy (he can Terastalise, cannot shapeshift)
-Briar pressures Juliana to use Terapagos in a battle again so she can observe, Drayton offers to be the battle partner
-toothpaste boy accidentally walks too close to the battle arena and gets hit by a 120 bp stellar Tera Starstorm right in the chest
-Kieran (now with Terapagos powers) attempts to heal him with defensive energy, but causes the energy to go even more wonk, so he asks Terapagos and comes up with a medicine made of Tera shards and everstones
-onion boy forgot to put normal Tera shards and ghost Tera shards in the medicine :(
-normal and ghost defensive energy (like you know Terapagos’ terastal form shell, that kind of energy) was NOT expelled
-toothpaste boy gets minor injury and painfully (tm) turns into h-zorua
-he has VERY NEGATIVE feelings about that, he communicates with Kieran and attacks turtle boy, Juliana had to intervene
-the three are fine now but all traumatised
Yay
to clarify: The three keep their predicament a secret from most, Drayton can use illusions, Juliana can physically shapeshift, Kieran cannot shapeshift but can terastalise
And yes all three of them can battle
HAI ANON I MEANT TO RESPOND TO THIS EARLIER BUT I GOT DISTRACTED I’M SORRY!! /gen
but HELLO?????? this is such a cool idea???!?!?!? drayton being a habitual liar (idk abt yours but my version is LMAO) + having the ability to create illusions would be such a fun combo. if not for y’know. the trauma. ☹️
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pokemondarkpathau · 6 months ago
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A Dark Path Walked Chapter 8: Time
CARMINE
Time has passed since that wretched outsider has ruined my life. She took Kiki away from me. She made that ogre the hero and the Loyal Three the villains. I don’t need her. I don’t need Kiki. We stopped talking ever since we returned to Blueberry Academy from Kitakami. No. I stopped talking to Kiki. He kept calling me, but I ignored him. He just wants to say that this outsider, Juliana, is a friend, but I know what she did.
I protected Kiki from harm, I always kept him safe, and I taught him all he knows, but in the end, he lied to me about the story Grandpa told him, he sided with that ogre and defeated the Loyal Three. He befriended that outsider. All because Grandfather told him to. Kiki… Grandfather… Grandmother… the citizens of Mossui… they were all babying that outsider… that wretched girl.
My head was starting to hurt. Was it something I ate? No. It must be my imagination. I went to my dorm to strategize… My journey for vengeance has begun.
I took some advice from this boy named Florian on how I can become stronger without using Pecharunt, Okidogi, Munkidori and Fezandipiti in battle. They were my bodyguards and they didn’t plan on showing how strong they are. I kept Morpeko and Sinistcha while I kept Mightyena, Ninetales, Swadloon, Mienshao and Basculegion in my room in Blueberry Academy. My Pokémon are the only friends I need. I don’t need any human friends except for Florian… and maybe Amarys.
I caught some new Pokémon. A Hatterene in Kitakami and A Kingdra, a Metagross and a Venasaur at the Terarium. I also took note on how each Elite Trial worked. Gladys, Crispin, Amarys and Lacey were no pushovers. They are strong, but not strong enough. That lazy bozo Drayton is my target. I need to make sure he learns his spot.
My first challenge was Crispin. His trial was very easy, it was to make a super spicy sandwich, as for his team, Kingdra dealt with all of them with ease, it even dispelled Talonflame's Sunny Day with Rain Dance. The only Pokémon Kingdra didn’t knock out was Exeggutor, which Venasaur took care of with its Poison Type moves.
Next off was Gladys. Poor Gladys, she knew she wasn’t ready, but I didn’t care. She came to study just so she can be a perfect little Gym Trainer for her Gym Leader in Galar, but the Terarium doesn’t have enough Grass Types, which is why she is stuck with a Spring Form Sawsbuck, a Vileplume, an Abomasnow, a Meganium, a Venomoth and poor Comfey as her Tera Pokémon. She is the only one I felt pity for since Terastalization is new to her and she is used to Dynamaxing Pokémon. Oh, and her trial was to herd each Deerling by season.
Third was Amarys. Her trial was the Flying Time Trials. I didn’t have any good fliers, so I was stuck with Metagross. I passed the trial on the first try, which is a first for Blueberry Academy. Sinistcha and Kingdra handled her Pokémon, especially her Empoleon and Metagross with ease.
Last, but not least, before I face Drayton, was Lacey. Just like how Gladys is the only Grass type representative to the Pokémon League, Lacey is the only Fairy type representative. But are you serious? A quiz as an Elite Trial? Lacey, you are embarrassing yourself. Not even your team was a match for my Metagross.
Finally, It was time. Time to face that lazy annoying toothpaste-haired bozo. But before I could begin, Kiki ran to me.
“Sis! I heard from Miss Briar that you defeated the BB League Elite Four and are now about to face Drayton for the title of BB League Champion! Congratulations! And good luck!”
His words felt genuine, but I didn’t say anything. I just smiled. I cannot bring myself to hurt Kiki. He is not to blame for what happened.
Drayton’s team was only dragon types… except for Sceptile. Was he inspired by the mega evolution? Nah. It can’t be. Anyway, unlike the Elite Four, he was giving it his all. My only counters to his dragons were Kingdra and Hatterene.
The battle was over. I won. I smiled to myself. I have become the BB League Champion.
“Congratulations, Carmine.” That bozo came to me. “I look forward to working alongside you as the representative of the League Club.”
“This was a good match.” I said. “Too bad about the outcome… Ex-Champion.”
I smiled even more as I erased that annoying smirk from that bozo’s face. Everyone looked at me as I became a monster. How delightful. No one should underestimate me.
“Alright, everyone!” I faced every student. “From today onwards, you will start training every day! No slacking!”
I walked off to my League Club room, so I could make some changes, when Gladys came to me.
“Hello, Carmine.” She said. “I would like to resign as a member of the Elite Four. I understand Crispin should be disqualified, but he deserves his spot while I don’t. I only came to my position due to my connections with Sir Milo.”
I sighed. Gladys was as honest as ever. As I said, there aren’t enough Grass types in the Terarium.
“Very well.” I said. “I accept your resignation. From today onwards, you will just be just an average member of the League Club. Do not let me down and continue your training.”
“Thank you, Carmine.” Gladys bowed. “I’ll do all I can.”
With that, she left. I scowled. I was planning to eliminate Lacey because she wasn’t taking her training very seriously, but according to the Club Rules, Crispin should be eliminated, but they both have been spared by Gladys’ resignation as an Elite Four Member.
I’ve isolated myself from everyone, including Kiki. I stopped talking to everyone. I only show myself to see if these students are doing their training or not. I would scold them at times if they weren’t training.
Pecharunt flew to me. It chirped, knowing I would be lonely. I embraced it.
“You won’t leave me alone, will you Pecharunt?” I whispered sweetly. “The same goes to Okidogi, Munkidori and Fezandipiti, right?”
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“Pecha-Pecharun!” Pecharunt chirped.
I smiled. I was relieved that my Pokémon were more Loyal than these fools.
KIERAN
Time has passed since I returned to Blueberry Academy from Kitakami. However, Sis stopped talking to me when we returned. I try to say literally anything, but she just ignores me. What did I do wrong? Why are you ignoring me, sis?
The situation got worse as I had nightmares and I never slept well for three nights in a row. Lacey and Gladys were the first to notice. I was classmates with Gladys, and Crispin, and Lacey took me in as her mentee for Pokémon related topics since Sis wasn’t talking to me. I’m glad they’re taking care of me
“Hey, Kieran?” Lacey went to me. “Are you ok? You don’t look so good.”
“Lacey… Gladys…” I couldn’t hold back my tears. “I’m so sorry! I’m such a burden to the both of you!”
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“Don’t say such a thing!” Lacey crossed her hands to an X. “We’re Club Members! We’re always here for you!”
“And as your classmate, I have the right to worry about you.” Gladys patted me on my left shoulder.
I dried the tears off my eyes as I heard Lacey and Gladys’ words of comfort.
“Lacey… Gladys… thank you.” I sobbed a little.
“I’m always happy to help.” Lacey smiled.
“I suggest you go traveling.” Gladys said. “Maybe this will ease your mind. I recommend going to my home region of Galar.”
I took Gladys’ advice and decided to go traveling. Before I went to pack my stuff, I took a small visit to Sis’ dorm.
“Hey, sis…” I said. “I’ll be traveling around regions. I’ll be leaving tomorrow.”
As usual, I got no response. She would give me a smile, but I still got no word from her. I miss hearing her voice.
For the first three days, I visited many regions with Miss Briar since she was still investigating the “Great Crater of Paldea” I have been hearing from her ever since Juliana and I ran into her at the Crystal Pool.
I forgot to mention. I still write letters to Juliana since I don’t own a Rotom Phone of my own. I sometimes felt like taking Sis’ Rotom Phone since she barely uses it anymore aside from looking at certain Pokémon’s moves.
As I came back, I heard that Sis was fighting her way through the League Club. It made me so happy that I decided to go to her to congratulate her.
“Sis! I heard from Miss Briar that you defeated the BB League Elite Four and are now about to face Drayton for the title of BB League Champion! Congratulations! And good luck!”
But she just smiled at me and went to the battle cout at the entrance of the Academy. I was hoping we would go back on speaking terms, but it was wishful thinking.
I watched in glee as Sis and Drayton fought each other. I always loved Pokémon battles, be it watching them or participating in them. That love for battles and Pokémon got me to enroll in Blueberry Academy. I had even caught myself some Pokémon in both Blueberry Academy and Across the world.
I was so distracted, I had not noticed that Sis defeated Drayton. “Congratulations, Carmine.” Drayton went to shake Sis’ hand. “I look forward to working alongside you as the representative of the League Club.” Sis smiled to herself as she spoke the words that changed the entirety of Blueberry Academy completely. “This was a good match. Too bad about the outcome… Ex-Champion.”
Everything became silent. The cheers had dried off as if terror was spreading throughout the court. No one could believe what she said. Even Drayton’s smile disappeared as Sis spoke these words to add insult to injury.
She then turned to every student.
“Alright, everyone! From today onwards, you will start training every day! No slacking!”
As I looked at Sis’ eyes, her pupils were purple and she had a toxic expression in her. I then ran away to my room, unable to hear Lacey and Gladys’ calls. I then lay down on my bed as I screamed and cried. My sister had completely changed and my school was starting to change.
My cries were interrupted by a knock on the door. I dried my tears and drank some water (I did cry a lot) before I went to my door and opened it. I was expecting either Lacey or Gladys since they worry about me, or Miss Briar since she’s a teacher, but I was not expecting Cyrano, the Academy’s DIRECTOR to be standing at my doorstep.
“D-Director Cyrano?!” I couldn’t hide my surprise.
“Hello, young Kieran.” The director smiled at me. “Would ya mind coming to Paldea’s Academy with me? I have a very special surprise for yer.”
“Um… of course!” I nodded. “I’ll get ready.”
Wowzers. I was going to Paldea. I cannot believe it. And the Director had a surprise for me? I could not hold my excitement. It felt like I had my emotions played with today.
JULIANA
Time has passed ever since I returned to Paldea from Kitakami. I had a busy schedule for the past few days. I completed the Pokédex for Kitakami, I fought a lot of Tera Raids for Professor Jacq’s research, I helped my mom with housework when I didn’t have class, I trained with Nemona so I could keep up my champion status, I explored the Treasures of Paldea with Arven and I surveyed the Team Star camps with Penny to make sure the Team Star Bosses are keeping up with the STCs started by Director Clavell.
Speaking of Director Clavell, my Rotom Phone rang and he had called me for something. I was in Kitakami and it was raining, so I put my Rotom Phone under my umbrella.
“Hello, is this Miss Juliana’s Phone number?” Director Clavell asked.
“Yes, Director.” I answered. “This is Juliana. Did you need something?” “Thank goodness. I thought I caught the wrong number.” Director Clavell sighed before clearing his throat. “Anyway… Miss Julinana, it seems that you have been chosen for our Exchange Program for one of our partner Academies, Blueberry Academy of Unova. Would you mind meeting me and two of our guests at my office at Naranja Academy? I’d be more than pleased.”
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As the Director hung up the call, my jaw dropped. I could not believe that I was chosen for the Exchange Program three months into my studies at Naranja Academy. I regained my calm and went to Kitakami Road, where I would take my flight back home.
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frozendeity17 · 2 years ago
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Questioning, Part 2: 26-50
If we're counting fanfiction as books, Sunrise in Exile by Ragdoll. It's MCU fanfic, so if that doesn't float your boat, you have been warned, but I find it good daydreaming material. Frankly, I love their portrayal of FRIDAY. If we're not, then "S." by Doug Dorst and J. J. Abrams. It's a book within a book, with two people trading the fictional library book "Ship of Theseus" and writing out their story in the margins.
@becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys. Elanor's political commentary is both absurdly funny and on-point and she covers several other important topics, such as climate change and celtophobia. Side note, notice how Grammarly tried to autocorrect celtophobia to xenophobia and "gelotophobia", which google tells me is a fear of being laughed at.
Family stuff's private, sorry.
Heights. Actually, it's less heights, and more falling. I can be on top of tall things as much as I want, but the second I approach an edge, my legs start to go shaky and I can't. I can't even step on some high balconies.
Antidisestablishmentarianism. I have no clue what it means, the rhythm of it is just nice.
"The Silent Patient" by Alex Michaelides, "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" by Taylor Jenkins Reid, and "The Bullet That Missed" by Richard Osman. If I get any others, I've heard that "Cain's Jawbone" and "Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe" are both very good.
The Owl House or Steven Universe. Yes, I know the latter's everything, especially the ending, was problematic, but the songs are chill and nostalgic, and I can enjoy things while also recognizing that they're not good.
Self-ID shit is always the hardest, I don't fuckin know. I do reblog some fan shit, but not that much.
I don't really know. I've always just kinda done my own thing.
If I had to pick, probably "The Bachelor" or something like that. Good for fatigue nights, where you don't have the mental strength to watch anything more intellectually stimulating, (if even that) but not much else.
Don't have one. Never been one for superstition. if I had to pick, though, 17 feels right.
Hydrangeas. We have a bush in the front garden, and it's always so pretty in the summer. Tulips are very beautiful too, and there are these tiny purple flowers that grow in my neighbor's garden that always pop up right around the start of spring.
Opal's gorgeous, as well as peacock ore.
I'm going for a full sunrise ombre, from dark blue at the top to yellow at the bottom.
I am *not*. Changing or skipping over history is a recipe for disaster - for the universe for the former, and for me for the latter. I refuse to be the one to deal with such nonsense.
A good steak with peppercorn sauce, and creamy mashed potatoes with beef gravy.
Either Brownie a la Mode, Cookie Dough, or Dulce de Leche. No, I will not be deciding.
Margaret Thatcher. Gonna shove her face in some mashed potatoes and peas.
7-in-1 Shampoo, Conditioner, Soap, Mouthwash, Toothpaste, Car Coolant, Hair-Gel. Hey, it covers all of the basics, even if it's not the best in the market for any of them.
When I'm camping, especially in the summer, the very early morning, just after the sun rises. Fog hangs over the area where I camp like a cloud at that time, and it's stunningly beautiful yet terrifyingly eerie. Anytime else, the afternoon. Early enough to not be exhausted and a good time to get shit done, but it doesn't have the lazy, chill vibes morning does.
I do not, but thank you. So are you, :).
I've wanted to learn Irish Gaelic for a long while now, but unfortunately, my audial processing is bad enough in English, so that might be a while in the making. Spanish, French, or Mandarin all seem like they'd be very useful to learn.
Strawberries are awesome, but I'll never turn down a good apple, and blueberry muffins in particular are great.
The characters from The Owl House. ITts going to be amazing, yet incredibly chaotic. I love it already.
Aww, thank u boo :D. ILY2.
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drhealthand · 1 year ago
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Why do I have yellow teeth when I brush them every day?
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What are the main causes of yellowing teeth?
1. Dental orthodontics
Orthodontics is an excellent treatment for straightening misaligned teeth. The connection of fixed and mobile orthodontic devices can make taking care of oral hygiene a little more difficult and time-consuming, and if people cannot clean their mouth and teeth as they should, they will face a change in the color of the teeth over time. Of course, most people will not face this problem because they observe hygiene.
2. Genetics and heredity
Sometimes the yellows of teeth in people can have a genetic origin, and no matter how much people follow oral and dental hygiene, they still cannot reverse the changes in tooth color. Color change in these people usually does not have any special problem and is not considered dangerous, but they should observe oral hygiene more than other people and visit the dentist's office.
3. Weakening and thinning of tooth enamel
The tooth consists of 3 layers. The most important layer of the tooth, which is white, is the enamel. Beneath this layer is the dentin, which is not hard and clear unlike enamel. The color of this layer is almost yellow.
Enamel is made up of minerals, and when the minerals that make up this layer are lost, the enamel thins and the underlying layer, which is yellow, is exposed.
4. Increasing age
One of the main causes of yellowing teeth is aging. With age, tooth enamel naturally degrades. As the age increases, a person eats more food and chews more. The combination of all these events eventually causes the teeth to turn yellow and weaken them. In other words, even if you completely observe oral and dental hygiene, you may still encounter some degree of yellowing and discoloration of the teeth.
5. Smoking
Nicotine in cigarette smoke is harmful to almost all parts of the body. Due to the presence of this substance, smoking can change the color of the teeth in a short period of time, and at first it causes the teeth to turn yellow, and finally the color becomes darker (for example, brown).
6. Eating some foods
A wide variety of foods can stain teeth. Tomatoes, various sauces, curry spices and most types of berries such as strawberries, blueberries, etc. contain pigments that stick to tooth enamel and stain this surface.
Even a healthy salad with balsamic vinegar dressing can leave an unpleasant stain on your teeth. In order to prevent this color change, you should consume less food containing these pigmented substances and wash your mouth with water immediately after consumption.
7. Consumption of some drinks
Coffee and tea are two common causes of yellowing teeth, especially in adults. Of course, drinking alcohol-based wines can have much worse effects on the teeth. Dark-colored carbonated drinks also change the basic color of teeth over time.
8. Use of antibiotics
Antibiotics such as tetracycline cause discoloration and staining of teeth when they are erupting from the gums. If a mother takes antibiotics in the second half of her pregnancy, there is a possibility that the child's teeth will turn yellow or stain them in the future. Also, the use of antibiotics before the age of 8 by people can have similar effects on permanent teeth.
9. Dental fluorosis
Fluoride is good for teeth, but too much fluoride can cause yellow or brownish-yellow spots called fluorosis. Fluoride water, fluoride toothpaste, and fluoride therapy tablets and methods are the biggest sources of fluoride. If people (especially children) receive high amounts of fluoride, they will face the problem of yellowing of the teeth or the formation of stains on the surface of the teeth.
10. Injuring and hitting the teeth
Hitting the tooth can break the tooth enamel and discolor the tooth. For example, there may be bleeding under the enamel and the tooth may appear red or brown. If the tooth is cracked, it will turn yellow in the cracked area.
11. Grinding teeth or bruxism
Bruxism or teeth grinding means grinding the teeth together intentionally or unconsciously. This may follow the experience of stress, anger, or anxiety. or done unconsciously in sleep.
Grinding teeth causes the erosion of tooth enamel, and with the loss of enamel, the underlying layer, i.e. dentin or dentine, becomes visible, especially on the chewing surfaces. This layer is yellow and dark. As the enamel thins and the dentin is exposed, the appearance of the tooth changes color and becomes dark. Therefore, grinding teeth can also be a main cause of yellowing of our smile.
How to whiten teeth?
Following the yellowing of the teeth, it can partially whiten the teeth again by observing oral and dental hygiene. But if we have encountered too much discoloration, we should seek help from a dentist.
3 methods that a dentist may consider for teeth whitening are in-office teeth bleaching, at-home teeth bleaching, and the use of teeth whitening dental products such as toothpaste containing whitening agents.
Teeth bleaching in the office is the best treatment for yellowing teeth
Bleaching means whitening the teeth and bleaching in the office means to make the teeth a few shades whiter with the help of a dentist and in the office. During this treatment, the teeth are first cleaned and actually scaled, and then whitening gel is placed on the teeth.
The whitening gel is activated with the help of the light cure device that emits light with a specific wavelength. Then the ingredients in the gel attack the pigments that are on the tooth enamel and to some extent in its depth. After repeating this treatment several times, the teeth will become whiter.
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rachalixie · 2 years ago
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a/n: wishing the happiest of birthdays to my love @sweetestcherrywine. i hope you have the absolute best day. you're my pillar, my comfort, my safe space, i can't even express how much i love you!!!! you're easily one of the best people i've ever had the pleasure of meeting. i'm sending you 10000 hugs and kisses and cuddles i love you so much
you wake to a hand gently brushing through your hair, fingers long and gentle as if handling something precious. he chuckles when you stir and nuzzle into his hand a bit. 
“happy birthday, my love,” he says, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. you crack your eyes open to see him, hair a halo around him, glinting golden in the morning light. the look he’s giving you is so fond that you need to look away as if he was the sun that you revolve around.
the day moves in frames, one scene after another, clicking in transition. him pulling you out of bed to drag you to the bathroom so you can brush your teeth together. you’re making funny faces around the toothpaste in your mouths, painting an awfully domestic picture that you take a snapshot of in your mind to save for a rainy day. 
click.
you sitting up on the kitchen counter as he cooks you breakfast, pancakes dotted with tart blueberries. he almost burns one because he’s too busy slotting between your thighs to give you kisses, but he saved it right in time. he feeds you small bits drizzled with syrup and whipped cream, leaning in to wipe the cream off of the corner of your lips where it smears.
click.
him massaging shampoo into your hair as you shower together, the steam billowing around you, calming your muscles as his hands move down your neck, across your back, down, down down like the water flowing down the drain.
click.
him sliding a gift box across the table after you eat a candle lit, home cooked meal. it’s flat and long and artfully wrapped, ribbons swirling on the top and edges of the wrapping paper crisp and neat. you open it carefully, not wanting to ruin anything he’s done for you, even though the wrapping was made to be ruined. once you see what’s nestled inside the box, the wrapping paper is forgotten as it floats to the floor in favor of you gaping at the gift he’s given you.
it’s a painting in a simple brown frame, crinkled brown paper with lines of black and blotches of muted colors. it’s a swirling collage of pictures, all of two figures. two figures dancing, two figures kissing, two figures laying together, all interwoven between each other. each was lined precisely in black strokes, filled in with watercolor that’s flooding out of the lines. it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. 
“it’s,” he starts, knocking you out of your reverie. “scenes of us. of us falling in love. i painted it.” he says, blush high on his cheeks as he avoids your eyes. you realize you had been staring at the painting for too long, he didn’t even know if you liked it or not. 
“hyune,” you grab his face into your palms, moving his eyes towards yours and caressing his cheekbone with your thumb. “it’s absolutely perfect. i love it so much.”
his eyes turn into crescents as he smiles, cheeks moving under your palms before he leans in to peck you once, twice, three times. 
click.
him bringing you a single cupcake, candle glowing on top, the icing lopsided but you would never comment on that. the fact that it was so obviously homemade made you warm from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. he holds it still while he tells you to make a wish, eyes closed, and he doesn't know that you don't wish for anything because all you need is standing right there in front of you.
when you open your eyes, the tip of his finger is armed with a dollop of icing, which he wastes no time smearing onto your nose. he giggles and runs, leaving the cupcake in your hands, and later you're batting him away as he tries to lick it off of you.
click.
you standing in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as he makes his way to the rickety old record player in the corner of the living room and slides a well-loved record into the slot. the sun is setting outside, bathing the room in a orangey-pink glow, and you think this must be what heaven looks like.
“dance with me?” he says, holding out his hand to you for you to take like a prince. you grab and he twirls you around and into his chest, catching you when you stumble a bit. you lay your head there by his heart once you get your balance, and he wraps his arms around you, more of a hug than a dancing position but neither of you care as you sway together. he hums the song into your ear, low and deep, the melody of your favorite tune from when you were younger, and you want to stay in this moment forever.
click.
you’re sitting on the couch at the end of the day, happily exhausted with how well this day has gone. you never raise your expectations on your birthday, but he’s moved the bar just a bit higher than where it had sat before.
“hugs?” you ask, reaching both hands out for him and wiggling your fingers. he chuckles, smile bright as the sun, and grabs your hands. he pulls you off of the couch and turns you, making your head spin for a second before he plops down in the spot you were just occupying, you falling on top of him. both of your breathes whoosh out on the impact, and your breathy giggles harmonize with his as you wiggle to get comfortable. you’re left straddling his waist, your legs on either side of his thighs and your arms thrown around his neck. 
“i love you, hyune,” you say, nuzzling your head into his neck. “thank you for the perfect day.”
“oh, button,” he says, voice soft and deep in your ear. “i love you too. you mean the world to me. i would gladly do this every day if i didn’t think you would kill me.”
click.
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foxymoxynoona · 2 years ago
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"Can I interest you in some cookies?" with a loving husband and father of two, Min Yoongi. please and thank you Foxy😌
Characters: Dad Yoongi x Reader Words: 4963 CW: references to sex, some swearing, otherwise just fluff
[Sugie]: need anything from store on my way home?
[Y/N]: onion diapers sz 4 wipes (NO scent!) kid toothpaste stwbry cucumber cheese sticks 
[Y/N]: bananas bandaids rice blueberries if on sale
[Y/N]: apple juice for kids 
[Y/N]: 8*stwbry flavor toothpaste
Yoongi reads between the lines of your disorganized list, no doubt dashed together as you whirl through the house to see what’s low or missing. You’re thinking about what to cook for dinner and seeing no onion. Size 4 diapers means Joo, who’s been leaking through the legs of her old kind since she started walking, a little on the late side but she’s really a power house now, especially when she runs headfirst into immovable objects; maybe she’s out of diapers or maybe you’ve had a day of cleaning the leaks and have made the call the toss the remaining ones. He’ll get the ‘active baby’ kind that Jungkook says work well because if it works for a kid of Jungkook’s it must work for Joo. The toothpaste will be for Kija and he disagrees they’re completely out because he’s still able to squeeze a little tiny bit but fine, he’ll give you this victory and go ahead and buy a new tube; maybe you’re hoping he’ll forget the argument that had seemed so important for some reason when you sent him the list the other day. He’s a little offended you don’t expect he’ll know the toothpaste has to be strawberry, not mint, but he’s learned his lesson that Kija will scream and cry and scrape at his mouth like it’s on fire. Three tubes of mint kids toothpaste wait in the cabinet for him to grow out of that someday.
Most of the food items are obvious but the bandaids could mean someone got hurt or that someone got into the box unsupervised. Kija is big on bandaids suddenly after two years of shrieking if you even tried to put one on and now suddenly every imagined bump needs a bandaid. 
But the rice…
[Sugie]: rice? I just bought some its in the bottom of the pantry
[Y/N]: bad storage place, got dump out all over kitchen
He sighs. 
Your typos gives him the image of you chasing children and dog through the house, texting distractedly while trying to get them corralled safely so you can make their early dinner. In the old days you texted as articulately as you spoke. He’ll cook something better for the two of you, he decides, and remembers to tell you that so you don’t just heat up extra dumplings for yourself too.
[Sugie]: i’ll cook so stay hungry
[Y/N]: k
Definitely busy. 
He makes quick work of the shopping trip, double checking he has everything on your list even though he had expected you’d only have one or two things for him because he was at the store two days ago. They don’t have strawberry kids toothpaste but hopefully watermelon will do –the bubblegum flavor he almost grabs has sparkles in it and Kija will decide that means it’s “spicy.” Yoongi is proud of himself for predicting this.
But now that he’s thinking about it, he feels bad about such a stupid argument about the toothpaste. Did it matter if you threw the tube away while there was still a squeeze or two left? You weren’t that cash-strapped right now. He didn’t know why he’d felt so strongly about his way being right. What a waste of energy, fighting with you over something stupid, when energy was already hard to come by.
So he grabs a box of cookies too, for you, the maple flavor ones that aren’t usually available outside of this time of year and sell out fast. They aren’t anything expensive, and definitely not as good as what you could bake on your own. But with two small children at home, him working full time and you still working part time as a compromise for juggling your careers and family, sometimes you have to take the shortcut to a treat. Boxed cookies instead of homemade. At least it was something.
The house is in chaos by the time Yoongi gets home and your stress level isn’t helping it. Knowing he was out busy but childless all day, you had hoped to have the kids settled, obedient, and clean when he walks through the door, to show what a good grip you have on things. He doesn’t expect it, but still you feel the need to prove that you can handle the kids all day just fine on your own and have it look tidy and have dinner on the table. The woman who does it all! After all, you’re the one who wanted to have the first kid. After all, you’re the one who suggested a second even though you had agreed on only one. Kija was too easy of a baby. He tricked you. And yes Yoongi had agreed, but when things didn’t go well, sometimes you felt like you’d tricked him too.
It is not a perfectly ordered and quiet household Yoongi walks into. You’ve made an appropriate snack for the kids to eat while waiting for Yoongi to get home with the ingredients for you to make the rest of dinner (or hopefully he will take over that part), but Joo choked on a piece of cracker and threw up a little, which scared you; Kija took advantage of your distraction to climb onto the back of the couch and throw his food onto the floor for Holy to gobble up; because Holy is there, you aren’t prepared for the puddle of pee in the hallway, which you step in as you’re dragging Joo to the nursery to clean up. When you yell at the unexpected warm puddle and jump to the side, you hit your shoulder on a picture frame, which crashes to the floor and shatters, making Joo cry. Kija and Holy come running to see what happened and you shriek at them to stay so they don’t walk through the glass, and Kija starts wailing at being shouted at.
This is what Yoongi walks into. You are on the verge of tears. One look at your husband’s surprised face is enough to nearly pitch you over the edge into your own meltdown. His lifted eyes feel like a lecture –but you should know better. He won’t lecture about something like this. Instead he scoops up Kija and takes Holy by the collar, guiding his dog son to the crate and his human son back to the TV. He returns a moment later with the broom, and you feel confident in picking your clear path the rest of the way to the nursery.
By the time you come back, Joo is clean and Yoongi is on his hands and knees cleaning up the dog pee and any small shards of glass. You suspect he’ll be out here again later tonight for one more wipe of the floor just to make sure there’s no glass left. You haven’t even said hello yet but you’re embarrassed he had to walk in and go right to problem-solving.
When he looks up at you, you start to apologize, “I’m sorry that–”
“Your leg is bleeding,” he points out. You hadn’t even noticed. The corner of the frame must have cut you on the way down.
So you settle Joo on the couch with Kija and go to clean yourself up this time. You finish around the same time Yoongi is bagging up the last of the dirty paper towels.
“Sorry about–” you start again, but this time he interrupts you with narrowed eyes, realizing, “Kids are too quiet.”
The two of you share a look and step quickly to the living room where bright flashy cartoons are lighting up an empty room. A toddler’s laugh is followed by the urgent hush of a child. And Holy is no longer in his crate.
“Kija,” Yoongi murmurs as you both follow the sound of nails scrabbling excitedly against tile –Holy, but that good pup never operates alone. You both dart to the kitchen to just stare in awe for a moment at the scene of chaos.
The grocery bags Yoongi set onto the counter have been upended. Holy has turned from the onions but the cucumbers are being shredded before your eyes. Joo has a fistfull as well that has no doubt gone through Holy’s mouth prior, but her other hand delicately holds a single cookie, still intact despite the fountain of crumbs around her. 
Kija is the cause of the waterfall, of course. He’s perched innocently on the counter, feet dangling, a box of cookies you weren’t even aware was on its way into the house ripped open like a fucking bear got to it and the cookies are mangled, pieces strewn across the counter, across Kija’s lap, and cascading down to Joo.
“Holy likes cookies,” Kija informs you and Yoongi with a crumby smile. You dart forward to knock the dog-masticated cucumber from Joo’s hand but it means she takes another bite of cookie before you can wrestle that from her too. The tantrum is instant as you pull her up, kicking and screaming, the whole bit because she’s clearly hoping her appa will insist you give the cookie back to her.
“You got into the bags,” Yoongi says, voice serious but steady. He scoops Kija off the counter, sending the cookies falling from his lap. Holy goes wild at the sound of more falling food and you’re the one to grab him, dragging him straight backwards as he scrabbles to try and stay. By the time he’s back in his crate, Yoongi has Kija and Joo both on the counter, feet in the sink as he rinses their toes and hands off. 
Only then do you recognize the smell of the maple cookies you enjoy so much; it’s almost enough to tip you truly into tears to realize Yoongi brought home your favorite cookies and not only did you not have a clean, orderly house for him to enter but now the cookies have been destroyed while he was cleaning up another mess that happened on your watch.
He’s mumbling to the kids and shaking his head; when you come over to offer to take over, he has a smile for you and finally a greeting,
“Seems like it’s been a crazy day, huh?”
“Yes,” is all you can manage as you collapse briefly against his arm, just for the comfort his his solid body. His energy immediately resets you. 
Yoongi’s home. The evening will be better now.
He lifts Joo from the sink first, settling her into your arms to hold as he towels off her toes with the dish towel, then he twists Kija.
“Ah, you were a naughty boy not helping your eomma,” he scolds Kija lightly as he works the towel. “If it’s a crazy day, it’s even more important for you to be a big brother.”
“I do help,” Kija defends. “I feed Joo! She is so hungry and I am so hungry too. It is past our dinner! And you’re late! Why did you go away all day today? It’s not the right thing to do.” He points at the digital readout on the fridge magnet to punctuate his reverse lecture, except not only can Kija not tell time, it’s not a clock, it’s an egg timer. The time right now is definitely not 02:17, that’s just how long was left when Yoongi cooked yesterday and decided the meat was ready before the timer went off and paused it so the beeping wouldn’t wake Joo up from an impromptu nap.
But now that he’s given his defense, Kija’s mouth widens out in that line Yoongi knows appears on his own face, and he gives his father a serious look, trying to gauge how in trouble he actually is.
“No one was bad,” you offer. “Just… busy. Today was a busy day.”
“It was a very busy day,” Kija agrees. He sounds like such a little man, sometimes you have to remind yourself that barely-four is still a very little kid. He watches Yoongi another second but then decides he’s not in trouble and launches into, “Eomma took us to the library for story time and it was about robots! I want to be the blue robot and Joo can be the green robot and you can be the white robot and–”
“Why are the kid books and shows all about robots?” Yoongi sighs, even though he knows that’s not totally true. 
Kija insists hotly, “There are buses and cars too! And airplanes and–”
“Don’t you like animals?” Yoongi presses. “What about mountains and the sea?”
You can’t stop yourself from snickering under your breath, “Yes I married such a nature-boy…”
“I like natural things! Didn’t I make that table and chairs for us?” He had, the very ones nestled in the corner of the kitchen where the four of you would gather to eat what was looking more and more like a dinner of takeout. With a self-aware smile, Yoongi adds, “I like nature as long as I have my computer and electricity and a fan. Then it’s ok. But robots… I want our children to appreciate the natural beauty in life.”
“I want to play with your phone,” Kija counters, a perfectly timed response, on theme even without him understanding how.
Yoongi gives you a look and laughs at his son as he sets him on the ground, “No. Go sit in silence and be alone with your thoughts.”
“I hate silence! I hate my thoughts!”
Now Yoongi is laughing; he’s never lost patiences when Kija gets mouthy, which he seems to do more now, though the obstinacy started as a toddler. He sounds like you, Yoongi had once insisted when you’d worried, but the truth is he sounds like Yoongi more often than you; you’re convinced he already has a sharp wit and a dry sense of humor, just like his dad. But he does happen to be going through a robot and race car phase, which Yoongi can’t identify with, and Kija does not seem to enjoy music in any particular way despite it being Yoongi’s life’s blood. 
But Joo does, soothed nightly by the soft melodies of lullabies her appa has composed for her. She giggles now as he leans in to kiss her toes, only to suddenly scowl and scold in her little chirpy voice, 
“No! My toes!”
Abruptly Yoongi stops and mutters playfully, “Already telling her old dad to back off…” A second later though she’s sticking her foot towards him again, trying to tempt him into more tickles expressly so she can tell him off again. She has no problem demanding what she wants, or defending what’s hers, or making it clear when she’s had enough of people and wants some quiet time. As soon as she could crawl, she was trying to break into Yoongi’s studio to get to his keyboard, where she’d jab at a few keys and then call for Appa, her desire for music developing earlier than her ability to verbally communicate it. But Yoongi understood and played for her, improvising melodies around the random keys she’d push. Just like Yoongi understood Kija’s need for praise when he’d make something cool, or more recently, for his dad to be engaged in the things he liked, even if Yoongi didn’t really care about race cars or robots. 
You were not surprised to have learned in the last four years that Yoongi is better as a father than you had ever dreamed. Not perfect. Your years of entering parenthood hadn’t been without friction and frustration. But his love for his children is always first and foremost and watching the way he listens to the children rattling off nearly incoherently about their day under his attention now warms you again. And fans the flame of your own feeling of failure.
Suddenly Yoongi stops them with a hand on each child’s head; they are confused and silenced by the odd behavior as Yoongi says to you, “Go sit and relax with them. I’ll make dinner.”
“It’s late. I didn’t even start rice–”
“I bought microwaveable,” he says –not just a compromise, but a reference to an argument you had in fact won, or at least the realities of parenting small children had. Yoongi had sworn to never have a microwave because of the “horrors” they did to food. But that was before the two of you became connoisseurs of meals that had gone cold while you tended to unfortunately timed diaper explosions, or sleepless nights of teething, of not wanting to turn the oven on to reheat the dino nuggets Kija refused at dinner but Yoongi loving himself a little more than just eating them cold like you do. 
“I wanted to have it ready when you got home,” you sigh. 
He can sense your frustration, though he doesn’t share any of your disappointment. He’s simply moved by understanding; today you were the one with the day busier than expected under the direction of small children. Other days it’s him. His fingers are light on your lower back as he nudges.
“You had the kids by yourself all day,” he shrugs. “It’s enough. Go sit and I’ll get food for everyone. And you will eat more than just cookie crumbs for dinner,” he adds, giving Joo a serious look that only makes the toddler smile. When Yoongi holds the look, eyes slowly narrowing, Joo starts to giggle. 
Yoongi, a fire-spitting underground rapper in his younger days with hard lyrics and rivalries with other artists? It’s impossible for his toddler daughter to imagine. She just performs an incredible feat of agility possibly only for toddlers and presses her foot into his mouth even though she’s still on your hip.
“Ah, kids these days…” he grumbles to make you laugh because he sounds like his own dad. You take the life raft he has offered you and go to watch cartoons with the children. They are deliciously quiet.
For better or worse, Yoongi’s arrival does not actually settle the day down, it simply gives you an extra pair of hands and a calmer mind. The kids eat next to nothing but then complain about being hungry. They cry when the TV is turned off to eat together. They cry when Yoongi won’t give them more cookies even though Kija claims they’re his favorite. Bathtime happens, to be left at that, and with obvious proof by the destruction of the bathroom. Joo has an accident before they even get a diaper onto her so technically bathtime happens again. Kija can’t find his special monkey he sleeps with –the one Yoongi brought back from the weeklong trip he took before Kija was old enough to remember and yet racked him with guilt for months– and then finds it in Holy’s crate which leads to a loud standoff between the two and then an emergency trip through the washing machine and dryer’s quick cycle, which delays bedtime but you both know it won’t happen without Raps the monkey anyway. Kija throws a fit about the different flavor of toothpaste, and the kids can’t agree on a story so it’s settled there will be two, and then there’s a fight for Yoongi’s lap until he shifts and shuffles in the rocking chair until they’re both snuggled down. 
You, the one who worked so hard to care for the children all day, are left with an empty lap on the ground, but other days these roles are reversed so you try not to be hurt by it. Instead you just admire the way Yoongi reads to the kids, so very different than your own attempts to sound like the characters. He just sounds like himself, his smooth voice gliding around the words as he tells the story of Olivia’s trip to the museum like it’s a conversation. In a way it is: every two pages Kija interrupts him to tell him something totally unrelated –a fact he learned about shrimp in a book at the library, that they saw a dog in a backpack on the train, that there were ants on the sidewalk in the park– and Yoongi’s eyebrow raise and he nods in acknowledgement of this precious fact Kija needed to share, and then he continues to story, his voice steady and slow.
Honestly, it’s putting you to sleep too. Yoongi’s way of speaking has always been soothing to you. It was one of the first things you loved about him, that no matter how worked up you were, however bad your day, he could speak about literally anything and his calming words and rhythm would rock you to a place of peace. 
It’s no surprise Joo is almost asleep when he finishes and Kija’s facts have petered out. You carry Joo to her crib and Yoongi tucks Kija into the little boy bed he’s only recently transitioned to; Yoongi and Kija built it together one afternoon from a kit as Yoongi tried to lecture Kija about the importance of building furniture with your own two hands and you tried not to giggle too loudly in the background about how cute your boys are. It took twice as long to build but afterwards Kija announce “Me and Appa are a superteam!” and Yoongi’s smile made clear he didn’t mind the delays.
You trade places, so each child gets a kiss or hair ruffle and whispered I love you from you both, and then meet at the door of the bedroom for one final glance before you shut it.
Except Yoongi has already gone down the hall, calling over his shoulder, “The pork wasn’t very good, I’lll make something else.”
“What? No, the pork was great and I ate enough.”
“Will you eat it if I make something else?”
“No,” you insist, knowing he won’t believe you. He doesn’t. He’s disappointed that he rushed the veggies and left the pork a little too long. It's not the meal he wanted you to have after an obviously tiring day with the kids. But you say again, “I don’t want anything else to eat. I just want…”
“Hm?” He freezes at the kitchen doorway, looking casually back at you as if everything in him doesn’t pause to see what you’ll say. You could say pretty much anything right now and he’d find a way to give it to you as thanks for the day focused on his work, as an apology that he wasn’t here to help, to express his regret that the dinner was not what you deserved.
“Just sit with me and watch a show. Do you have time or are you needing to go right to bed–”
“I have time for you,” he quickly assures you. “Do you want tea? Beer?”
“No, nothing.”
He brings you ice water anyways because he knows you forget to hydrate any when you’re chasing children. 
And he brings a plate, holding it out to you, the mangled remains of the maple cookies displayed.
“Can I interest you in some cookies?” he asked. 
The laughter bubbles out of you, followed by tears he predicted. He sets the water and plate of cookies on the table –with a stern “No” to Holy whose head lifts curiously from his bed by the TV. Then Yoongi bundles you into his arms, and stretches out into the corner of the couch and lifts the remote, silent and casual in his comfort of your minor breakdown. As soon as the show is selected –the next episode of something you two have been gradually making your way through, slowly since you each tend to fall asleep– he wraps both arms around you.
“Seems like it was a long day,” he says, hand stroking gently down your back. You nod under his chin. 
“Sorry,” you mumble. “I wanted to make it look easy and have everything nice when you came home after working all day–”
“Cut it with that bullshit,” he snorts. “I know it’s not easy. I just feel bad I was away all day–”
“You shouldn’t feel bad about it. It’s good! You deserve to go and it’s for your career… I know you keep passing on things to be at home.”
He shrugs again, voice low as he points out, “So do you.”
“Yeah, well…” It’s true. It’s true for both of you, and maybe, you consider, Yoongi feels that same blend of relief and regret that you do when you leave the house. The same blend you feel when you come home too. “It’s hard to want to be two places at once,” you sigh.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “So we’re doing the best we can, I think.”
You nod. It’s true. The rest of the world makes it look so easy, like as soon as you have children your interests become singular, your patience and energy unlimited, your bond with your partner unshakeable. The last four years have tested all of those things –and yet you don’t regret it, not really, even after a day like today.
“I don’t regret any of this,” he says, as if he’s read your mind. “Except the dinner.”
“I thought it was good.”
“That’s because you’ll eat cold dino-nuggets. Your taste has always been terrible.”
“Yoongi!” you cry, laughter lacing his name on your lips. “I chose you, didn’t I?”
“Proving my point.”
“No, disproving it. You made very good little kids, even if they were little stinkers today.”
“I didn’t make those, you made them. I just gave you some of the materials. Maybe I’ll give you some more materials tonight.”
It earns a giggle against his chest. You both know you’ll fall asleep too quickly to get that far, even if you try to rally right now. You also know the materials won’t be true; a small procedure months ago has made sure that Kija and Joo will be the only two offspring for Min Yoongi. Two felt right to you both. Two felt like the maximum. Sometimes two felt like too much but you pushed through those moments, and once the glass and pee and cookie crumbs were cleaned up, two felt right again. 
“What, you don’t think I can?”
“I’m not sure I’ll be awake for it,” you admit.
“Ah, it’s like that, huh? I’ve lost my touch.”
“Your touch is good, my energy meter is just low.”
“Have some cookies, maybe the sugar will help you rally.”
“Why… wait, you really want to? Tonight?”
“I don’t know… you were so busy all day, I won’t bother you…”
“It’s not a bother, I just figured you were working all day…” You’re flattered now by the sudden bashfulness as he refuses to meet your eye when you push up against his chest. How many years have you been together now? And he still gets shy sometimes. You adore him, there’s no need to be shy, but it’s a core part of him and you treasure it, just as much as you melt at the times he is very much not shy about his wants.
So you reach over and grab a handful of cookies from the plate. They crumble in your hand, but still you sit up to eat the remains. It helps that he looks horrified by the crumbs escaping your cupped palm. You can’t stop giggling. He starts laughing too as Holy comes over to inspect this windfall.
“I just wanted to bring you your favorite cookies,” he sighs.
“I just wanted the house to be nice for you,” you point out. “Anyway, I’m still eating the cookies.”
“In crumbs.”
“They still taste good.”
“I’m so glad you have bad taste,” he sighs. You hold out a hand and he opens his mouth but doesn’t seem to expect you’ll actually dump some small pieces into it. Now he’s laughing and you’re both missing the show but you don’t care. He slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. 
“I’m so glad I had good taste when it mattered,” you argue, poking his side. 
You don’t have to see it to feel his gummy grin as he says, “Come on, I’m not that great–”
“I mean about this flavor of cookies, they’re really good.”
“You brat.”
The giggles are the final balm you needed, and maybe for him too. He seems happy when he drags you back in his arms and he doesn’t have to say it for you to know he’s glad to be home, and glad to be here with you. Even when it’s hard, you’re happy together. Even when your dinners aren’t perfect and your cookies get crumbled. Even when you both are interested at the suggestion of sex but then fail to make it to the end of the episode despite your best intentions.
It’s ok. There will be many more nights. You’re both learning, like how he should have just taken you right to the bedroom instead of watching the episode. But maybe the snuggles on the couch were all you each wanted or needed anyway. 
It’s ok. You still feel Yoongi’s love because in the morning he takes the kids and lets you sleep, and pulls the blanket back over you before he leaves the bed, and that really is love. And because of that, tonight you will make sure you have energy. 
Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.
It’s ok. Waking up to the sound of your husband's low chuckles and the high giggles of your children is worth it all. And unlike that business about the toothpaste, Yoongi couldn’t agree with you more.
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ugh i keep thinking that if u had sex with adrian, you wouldn’t need to put on a performance and ‘be sexy’ for him. like this silly guy thinks you’re the hottest person on earth right when you wake up and when you’re covered in blood and dirt and when you’re brushing your teeth and have toothpaste all over your mouth and he especially thinks your hot when you’re naked. and sure sometimes you like to play up your dirty talk and your moaning, but you would never feel the pressure of having to be some sort of sex god to please him. you could just be silly and you two could laugh and joke and talk about how unrealistic CSI is while he’s inside of you and you’d both still have mind blowing orgasms. we are truly missing out. love, 🫐 (unless someone has taken my beloved blueberry emoji already)
BLUEBERRY IM SCREAMING UR SO CORRECT FOR THIS OH MY god im losing my fucking mind at this rn its so correct
adrian isnt a detail oriented guy nor is he a big thinker, so i dont even think he’d think about those things - all adrian would do is see you with your bed hair, or with ice cream all over your face, or writhing underneath him, or grocery shopping, or dancing in the kitchen, or with his cock shoved halfway down your throat, or doing your best christopher walken impression and just go “fuck, they’re so hot.”
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holdinbacksecrets · 3 years ago
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boyfriend things // you feel like you belong 
namjoon: you’re kind of in love with his family, and the way his sister took your hand to show you your room for the weekend. his mom invited you into the kitchen: her safe space as she called it. his dad said he heard you love to paint, wondered what artists you admire. who inspires you. you nearly said, namjoon. instead, you said, thomas cole. you laughed through dinner and didn’t mind their eyes on you. eyes shining like ones you know so well. being with his family feels like home
jin: the final piece is placed, and you complete the puzzle, giggling over the picture showing a scene from Mama Mia. only jin would get you such a present. you rest your head in his lap, stretching tired limbs, yawning into the back of your hand. “thank you for such a lovely birthday” being with him was all you wanted. “of course, my puzzle connoisseur ...a secret puzzle connoisseur?” “if i was a Puzzle Connoisseur, you best believe i would wear an honorable badge. you would’ve known at our first date. i would hang a plaque too” “a badge? a plaque?! christmas this year will be wonderful. i’ll make a matching hat too”
yoongi: on mornings you wake up earlier than normal, and his schedule doesn’t begin for a good few hours, means homemade. breakfast. you’ll pull on a pair of jeans, brush your teeth, grab your bag and head out. the grocery store is nearly empty. the rising sun shines bright rays through the storefront, highlighting the cereal isle, landing prettily on stacked peaches. coming home to the aroma of brewing coffee, and a boyfriend who’s ready to help. hello kisses and a mumbled you look pretty i missed you against pink lips. “pancakes with blueberries or chocolate chips?” 
hoseok: you feel like you belong. it exists in the way he hands you the phone to talk to his sister because her saturday morning is free, and she knows you love the farmer’s market. you feel like you belong. it exists in the hand that holds yours at the kitchen table. an evening with friends, shared over dinner, and there’s something about the way he says he’s not drinking because he’s driving tonight before topping off your glass of red. you feel like you belong because he kisses your forehead every time he says goodbye. and he greets you the next day in your apartment with a made up melody and quick steps: a waltz that ends in laughter. loving doesn’t have to be hard because you belong here, with him, together 
jimin: it’s so late. you aren’t used to being up when there’s an AM beside the 3 on your home screen. it’s so late, but you don’t plan on leaving behind the blanket beneath you. you don’t plan on moving the hand away from your cheek or drawing your gaze from his and sometimes the starry sky. a light breeze fans cool air across your skin. can we live on the beach? “so this is what i’ve been missing? i should have confessed to you years ago” “did you say years?” “i’m surprised you couldn’t tell” 
taehyung: for the first time in your entire life, you spent the night in the guest room at your parents’ house. it’s secluded in the basement with a gorgeous view of the ocean. if you squint, sometimes you see sandcastles. he’s still asleep beside you, clutching the stuffed little lamb you loved as a child. you take his picture, and smile to yourself as you save it to the album filled with captured moments, perfect for days that call for reminiscing
jungkook: the housewarming party was a success. the balloons have floated to the ceiling. the playing LP has started over again. and now, you’re finally unzipping your dress to change into something more comfortable. he’s humming in the bathroom, asking where new tubes of toothpaste are and what kind of essence you want to use for the diffuser tonight. eucalyptus with citrus wins. a t shirt replaces your dress, tossed into the hamper. barefoot, stepping across bathroom tile to open the drawer beside jungkook’s waist. “one over next time, babe”
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squiggledrop · 4 years ago
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Of Lace and Love - Spencer Reid x Reader
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Summary: It is Valentine’s Day, and Spencer has a romantic night planned for Reader, but she has other plans in mind.
Word Count: 6.3k
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Category: Smut, Fluff (NSFW, 18+)
Warnings: Oral sex, penetrative sex (unprotected), fingering
You woke up to Spencer pressing gentle kisses to your face. You opened your eyes, smiling and meeting his warm gaze. You brought your hand up to his face, running your thumb over his cheek. He leaned into your touch, placing a chaste kiss on your palm.
“Happy Valentine’s Day (Y/n),” he whispers.
“Happy Valentine’s Day Spence,” you smile. 
He kept staring at you through his glazed over eyes, and you could feel your cheeks flush under his gaze. 
“What?” you laughed, searching his eyes. 
“You’re beautiful.” He said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Feeling your heart swell with all the love you held for the man next to you, you slid your hand to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His warm lips met yours, his hands coming to rest at your waist. Your tongue grazed his lip and was immediately met with him opening his mouth, deepening the kiss. 
Soft whimpers filled the room, and Spencer shifted so that he was laying on top of you. His knee slotted between your thighs, and you could feel him growing against you. He leaned down, desperate for more, and you both moaned at the added pressure. He smiled into your mouth, feeling how wet you were against his thigh. With the added encouragement, he griped your hips, pulling you against him, providing you both with the relief you so desperately craved.
Leaning down, he attached his mouth to your jaw, trailing soft, warm kisses down the length of your neck. Your hands ran through his hair, your body pushing into his. He nipped at your pulse point, eliciting a desperate moan from your swollen lips.
“Spence,” you breathed, placing a hand on his chest. He stopped his actions, his pleading eyes peering up at you. “We’re gonna be late,” you say with a sympathetic sigh. You run your finger over his plump lips, wanting nothing more than to spend the entire day in bed with Spencer. 
“I know,” he groans, rolling off of you. He turns his head, brown curls shifting against the pillowcase, as he took one last look at you before leaving the comfort of your shared bed. “Just wait until tonight”, he smirks, “after what I have planned, you’ll never be leaving this bed again.” “I’ll be holding you to that,” you mumble against his lips as he leans down for one last kiss before getting ready for the day. 
You watched as he entered the bathroom, smiling to yourself. You knew Spencer had something special planned for tonight, but what he didn’t know was that you had a plan of your own. 
After hearing the water from the shower start, you got yourself up, excited to initiate phase one.
Spencer spat out his toothpaste, finishing brushing his teeth. “Hey, (Y/n),” he calls, walking back into the bedroom, “I was thinking, for tonight would you rather-”
You looked up, feigning confusion as to why he stopped mid-sentence. You were met with his mouth hung open, and his eyes glued to your body. You cocked your head and raised your eyebrows, questioning his sessile state. “Would I rather what?” you asked innocently, leaning down to grab a skirt out of your dresser. 
“W-would um-,” Spencer stuttered, trying to form a coherent thought, which posed itself as quite difficult when face to face with his practically nude girlfriend. “Sorry,” he said, shaking his head, “wha-what are you wearing?”
“Underwear”, you said, biting back a smirk at what might be the understatement of the year. 
You had gone shopping with the girls the week prior, and when you saw this in the lingerie store, you knew you had to have it for tonight. It was red, lacey, and barely covered anything: it was perfect. You watched as Spencer raked over your form, noticing the way his eyes traced your ass that was on full display. You slipped your short black skirt over it, making sure to give it a good shake in the process.  Reaching for your blouse, you saw Spencer gulp, the redness spreading across his cheeks almost matching the fabric that rested against your skin. 
He watched with bated breath, wanting nothing more than to rip the delicate piece of fabric that barely covered your chest off of you. He bit his lip, holding back a groan as you fumbled with the buttons of your white blouse, pushing your tits together in the process. Spencer begged for the tiny fabric to give, but he also knew you had to get to work, and right now, you were making that a bit difficult for him.
“Spence,” you giggled, pulling him from his trance. His eyes darted up to meet yours, and he gave you a weak smile, pretending you didn’t just catch him ogling you. “I said, can you help me with these buttons?” 
He slowly nodded his head, watching as you made your way towards him. 
When you were face to face, he hesitated, his gaze shifting between your face and tits. You chuckled, loving how easily you could make him a flustered mess. “Here,” you smiled, bringing his hands to your open blouse. Spencer’s breath hitched as his fingers grazed the supple skin of your stomach and over your breasts. 
He tried to get his fingers to stop shaking, but between how soft your skin was, how hot your breath was, and how tight his pants were, he couldn’t help but fumble with the buttons.
Noticing him shift uncomfortably, you looked down, smirking at the bulge growing in his pants. You felt the wetness pooling in your panties, and you sighed, desperately wanting his trembling fingers to touch you a bit lower. But, you couldn’t give in just yet. 
“You seem a bit distracted, baby,” you cooed, dragging your fingers up his chest before placing them over his hands. Spencer looked up at you and blushed, giving you a shy smile. You leaned forwards, your tits pressing against him, and placed a light kiss on his cheek before pulling away. 
He let out a small whimper at the loss of contact, but you just gave him a sweet smile before shaking your head and turning to leave the room. He groaned, watching the way your hips swayed as you finished buttoning your blouse. 
“Come on Spence, don’t want to be late for work,” you call after him with an innocent grin. He trailed behind, eyes glued to your now clothed body. 
“I hate you,” he said, trying to hide his smile as he grabbed his keys. 
“I love you too,” you giggled, giving him a chaste kiss before grabbing his hand and making your way out the door. He sighed, giving your hand a quick squeeze, while simultaneously willing his painfully hard cock to go away. But, despite his best efforts, he couldn’t get the thought of what you were wearing under your seemingly innocent work clothes out of his head. This was going to be a long day, he thought to himself.
While riding the subway to work, you took note of how he gripped your hand a little tighter and pulled you a bit closer. The way his eyes scanned for anyone daring to look at you wrong was also not lost on you. 
“Spence,” you said in a calming voice, “it’s okay, baby. You are the only one who knows okay?”
“No I- I know. I just,” he trailed off, his gaze switching between your lips and chest. You noticed, of course, and brushed his hair behind his ear. Leaning in, you whispered, “It’s our little secret. Just for you.” 
He nodded, trying to ignore how your warm breath sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes, reminding himself he only had two more stops to get himself together before having to get through an entire workday beside you. A long day indeed, he huffed, a very long day.
When you got to the office, Spencer told you to go ahead, claiming he just needed a minute to compose himself. You gave him an understanding smile and told him that if he really wanted, you guys could just go home and tell Hotch one of you was sick. Spencer refused, however, determined to not let your surprise ruin his, because regardless of how much he didn’t want to have a boner in front of all his coworkers, he loved that you were doing this for him, and just for him. 
Walking to your desk, a bright smile found its way to your face. A giant bouquet of red roses was on your desk, along with a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin. You gleefully picked up the small card placed between two of the flowers and read it to yourself. 
(Y/n),
My love for you stems deep.
Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.
-Spencer 
Picking up the cup of coffee, you heard the elevator ding, and you turned around to meet Spencer’s bashful smile.
“How did you do this?” you asked, humming as you took a sip of the coffee.
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he teased. You smiled, noticing a giddy Penelope out of the corner of your eye.
“Well, thank you, Spencer. They are beautiful.” You leaned into his chest, closing your eyes as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Not as beautiful as you.” Looking up at him, you placed a loving kiss on his lips. Spencer melted into your touch, bringing his hands to rest on your waist. This, however, was a grave mistake, because now he could feel the thin straps that held the even thinner piece of lace in place, and he was once again reminded of what was behind the silky blouse that was currently between his fingers. 
Clearing his throat, Spencer gave you a quick peck before sitting down at his desk. As long as he didn’t have to get up, he should be fine, he convinced himself. Spencer, however, was not aware that phase two had not yet begun. 
It had been a few hours, and thankfully, Hotch needed you to go through some files for him, which kept you busy and out of Spencer’s line of sight, meaning he could actually focus and get some work done. He would be lying if he said he was relieved though because a part of him longed for you to be near him, even if it would be impossible to get his work done. 
Soon enough, lunch rolled around, and he felt two arms wrap around him from behind. Smelling your perfume, he smiled and turned his head to meet you. You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, reveling in how he hummed in content. 
“You ready to get some lunch?” you asked, lightly rubbing your hands over his shoulders. Spencer tried to answer, but the feeling of you pressed against him made his mind go blank. He gripped his thighs, forcing out a nod. “Okay, are you in the mood for anything in particular?” you asked sweetly, unaware of what you were doing to him.
“You,” he replied nonchalantly. You let out an amused gasp at his words and felt the same arousal return from that morning. 
You leaned down, your lips pressing against the shell of his ear. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders and you whispered into his ear. “Soon enough baby.”
Spencer’s eyes screwed shut at your actions, and he resisted the urge to just take you into one of the file closets and do what he’s wanted to do since you both woke up. But, then as if nothing had happened, you stood up straight and went to grab your bag.
“I’m in the mood for thai,” you stated, “What if we go to that place down the street?”
“Yeah, that um- that sounds good.” Spencer stood up, making sure to position his satchel so it covered his crotch. You bit back a smile and took his hand, heading for the elevators.
“Not a word,” he tried to say seriously through a giggle.
“I didn’t say anything,” you amused, giving his hand a tender squeeze. 
“No, but you want to,” he smiled, giving you a knowing look. 
You stepped into the elevator, waiting for the doors to close before you responded.
“I want to do a lot more than that,” you smirked. Spencer let out an involuntary whimper at your words. Without thinking, he pressed the emergency stop on the elevator.
“There,” he said, looking at you desperately, “now you can.”
“Spencer,” you laughed in amusement at how rash he was being. You loved this side of him, but you would never let him know that.
“Please,” he begged. “I- I know it’s not what either of us had planned, but we can still have a romantic night, and it’s either this or I’m going to get myself off in the bathroom because I’ve been thinking about that little lacey thing that you call undergarments all day a-and I’m pretty sure Derek noticed because I went to get some coffee and when I sat back down he kept smirking at me and-”
“Spence, baby, okay,” you said, running your hands over him, trying to calm his breathing. “I’ll help you take care of that.” He smiled and gave a thankful sigh of relief. You cupped his cheek and brought him in for a tender kiss. His hands found their way back to your chest, but you smirked, pulling them off. Spencer let out a disgruntled sigh, just wanting to see his beautiful girlfriend. “But that,” you placed a kiss to the back of each of his hands, “is for tonight.” 
“Okay,” he conceded, desperate to get off and get to lunch. 
“Okay,” you smiled, looking into his loving eyes. “How do you want me to do this?” you asked, running your hands along the collar of his shirt. 
“Can you suck me off?” He looked at you with wide eyes filled with nothing but love and desire. “Love how you feel around me.”
“Anything for you baby.” He gave you a tender smile, and you pressed a kiss to his lips, trailing your hands down to his waist. He helped you unbuckle his pants as you sunk to the ground. You placed a gentle peck to his clothed cock and felt him twitch beneath you. Feeling your hands take him out of his boxers, he flung his head back, whimpering in anticipation. You placed a few kisses on the tip of his cock before licking up the precum leaking out of it. His moans filled the walls of the elevator when you took him into your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth. 
“Fuck, (Y/n)- thank you-” he huffed, “feels so good baby.” You moaned around his dick at the praise, feeling your own arousal gathering at your core. You took him all the way in, and Spencer laced his fingers through your hair when you choked around him. “That’s it baby… ughh… just like that- fuck.”
“Use me Spence”, you moaned, coming up for air. Spencer groaned, his grip tightening on your hair. He began to thrust into your mouth, moaning as you gagged around him. 
“Shit, I’m- I’m gonna”, he heaved through moans. He felt you nod your head and moan around him, and then he was coming down your throat. His grip on you eased up as you worked him through his orgasm. 
After his breathing steadied, he cupped your cheeks and pulled you up into a kiss. His mouth enveloped yours, his tongue caressing yours. He pulled away slightly, placing another peck to your lips before resting against your forehead.
“Thanks,” he smiled, looking into your eyes. “I love you.”
“Anything for you,” you repeated, meaning every word. “And I love you too.” Spencer pulled you into his chest, slotting his head into your neck and peppering your skin with kisses. You giggled, helping him tuck himself back into his pants.
Once you were both situated, you pressed the emergency button again, and the elevator began to move. 
“Wait, you didn’t- do you want me to… I mean I’d love to-”
“Spence, it's okay. I’m good just taking care of you.” He gave you a hesitant look, wanting to make sure you felt good too. “Plus,” you said, leaning into him, “I want to wait for tonight. Don’t want to spoil my dinner,” you teased. 
“Alright,” Spencer smirked, wrapping his arms around you. 
After getting back from lunch, Spencer felt much better. He had filled his stomach and released his previous issue. All he had to do was get through a few more hours and then it was just you and him all night. 
Spencer returned to his desk with two coffees in hand. He placed yours down on your desk with a kiss on your cheek before sitting back down across from you at his desk.
“Thanks, babe,” you smiled.
“No problem, love.” You shared a tender look as you both took a sip of your drinks before getting back to your work. Spencer sighed, flipping through his paperwork, wanting to finish as soon as possible. 
That was until he heard your hushed voice.
“Spence,” you whispered with a mischievous glint in your eye, “guess what?”
“What?” he giggled, matching your secretive tone.
“I love you.” 
“I love you too,” he smiled. You gave him a wink before returning your attention back to the stack of paper in front of you. Spencer admired you for a moment longer before getting back to the stack that inhabited his desk. 
A few minutes later, he was so focused on his work that he almost forgot about the fact that you were right across from him. That was, until he felt your foot trail up his ankle, pushing up his pant leg. He immediately dropped the file and his eyes shot up to look at you. You, however, were engrossed in your work, completely unphased by what you were doing to Spencer.
“(Y/n),” he whispered.
“What?” you asked, peering up from your desk.
“We are at work,” he pleaded, looking around to make sure no one had noticed her wandering foot.
“I know,” she said, pretending to have no idea what he was talking about. He stifled a grin and got back to work, counting down the minutes until you could be alone. 
You waited a minute, making sure Spencer had focused on his work again, before bringing your foot up his leg again. You watched as Spencer brought his mug up to his lips, taking this as your opportunity. You lifted your leg, drawing it up his leg and thigh, stopping when you saw him choke on his coffee and set his mug down.
“(Y/n),” he said with wide eyes. You tried to hold back your smirk, but it was no use.
“Sorry, it’s just, well, you know how tiny my panties are?” Spencer didn’t know what to do. He always knew what to say, but right now, in the middle of the office, surrounded by his friends and co-workers, he didn’t know what to say. So, he just nodded, hoping no one could tell how much he was loving every second of this. “Well,” you drew out, “they are rubbing against me, and I’m just trying to fix it.”
“Oh.” Spencer didn’t know what to do. All he could think about was how wet you were and how he wished he could just rip those panties off of you and take care of you. “I can- I mean… the elevator?” he said, not entirely sure what he was saying. 
“No,” you smiled, “I’ll be okay.” Spencer’s mouth was still agape, and he tried to just get back to work, but it was no use, as his eyes were stuck on you. “I just need to,” you brought your foot back up his leg, watching as he squirmed in his seat, “there,” you smiled, dropping your foot. “All better,” you smiled. Spencer stared at you, cheeks and neck flushed. 
He stared as you looked back down at your paperwork. He stared as you were filling out a form as if nothing had happened. He stared at the clock, praying that the last hour of the day would hurry up because he loved you and wanted to kiss you and hold you and make love to you. Because you were sat across from him, in the middle of the office, wearing the most beautiful piece of lingerie he had ever seen, and he was the only one who knew because it was all just for him, and it was driving him crazy, and he loved every second of it.
The workday was finally done, and Spencer practically jumped out of his seat, grabbing your bags and ushering you out of the office. You giggled as he pulled you along, speed walking towards the elevator.
When the doors closed, Spencer’s lips found yours, and he began to release every ounce of pent up arousal from the day.
You smiled into the kiss, letting Spencer’s hands roam your body and squeeze and grab wherever he wanted. His mouth latched onto your neck, not caring how many marks he was leaving in his wake because now it was time for his surprise. 
When the elevator doors dinged open, Spencer pressed a kiss to your temple and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.
“So,” you said, bumping your shoulder into his as you walked to the metro station, “what’s the plan for dinner, besides me,” you joked. Spencer smiled, pulling you closer into him.
“You’ll see,” he smiled. “Wouldn’t want to spoil your dinner,” he teased with raised eyebrows. You playfully rolled your eyes and chuckled, holding his hand as you walked down the stairs at the metro station.
The entire ride to dinner, Spencer’s hand rested on your thigh and your head on his shoulder. Moments like these were always your favorite. You always swore you could live a complete and content life just sitting with Spencer. And you knew he felt the same, so long as he had a book he could read to you. 
“We’re here,” Spencer whispered, waking you from your relaxed state. You nodded, getting your bearing as you took his hand and stood up. 
“Guess what?” he asked as he led you down the road to the restaurant.
“What?” you smiled.
“I love you,” he gleamed, looking into your eyes
“I love you too.” You kissed underneath his jaw, letting out a giggle.
“What?” he inquired, wishing he could listen to the sound of your laugh for the rest of his life.
“You still love me? Even though I teased you all day?” Spencer laughed and nodded his head.
“Especially because of that,” he said, bringing your joined hand up to his mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. You smiled, relaxing into his touch.
“Where are we going?” you asked, noticing you could see the water in the distance.
“Right,” he drew out, pulling you towards a restaurant that sat on the water, “here.”
“Spence, this place is beautiful.” You admired the nautical decor and string lights that hung above your head as Spencer held the door open for you.
“Reid for two,” he said to the hostess.
“Right this way Dr. Reid,” she replied, leading you both through the restaurant. You followed behind Spencer, holding his hand as you walked towards a door at the back of the restaurant. The hostess led you outside and onto a small pier that appeared to be their outdoor seating. However, there was only one table set up, with rose petals covering the ground and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket on the table. Your eyes lit up, watching how the calm water reflected the setting sun. 
Spencer pulled your chair out for you, and you sat down, completely in awe. The hostess left you, and Spencer sat down, reaching for the bottle of champagne. You watched him, completely enamored by the amber glow that filtered through his amber curls.
“Spence,” you said, taking a full glass from him, “this is amazing.” You looked at your beautiful boyfriend and didn’t know how you got so lucky. “Thank you, for everything.”
“Anything for you,” he smiled. You clanked your glasses and took a sip, reveling in the feeling of Spencer running his thumb across the back of your hand. 
The two of you enjoyed a lovely dinner over the sunset and into the starry night sky. You talked and laughed, a smile never leaving either of your faces. 
When the dessert came out, you thanked the waiter, waiting for him to leave before you gave Spencer a slight pout.
“What's wrong?” he asked, setting down his spoonful of ice cream. 
“I thought I was your dessert,” you teased. Spencer let out a small laugh and bit his lip.
“You are, baby, don’t worry,” he brought your hand to his lips and left a chaste kiss in their place. “Good,” you smiled, placing a spoonful of vanilla ice cream in your mouth. You purposefully let a little dribble down your chin and let out a moan that was normally only saved for Spencer’s ears when you were in the comfort of your bed at home.
“Now that’s not nice,” Spencer groaned, watching as you licked the melting ice cream from your mouth. 
“Well then come get your dessert.” Spencer looked you in the eyes for a moment, debating his options. Abruptly, he stood up, walking towards the door.
“Where are you going?” you asked.
“To pay the bill,” he said, rushing through the door. You chuckled to yourself, excited to get home.
Spencer raced you up the stairs of your apartment building, both of you desperate to finally be back in bed together. He fumbled with his keys, trying to unlock the door without detaching his lips from yours. He groaned into the kiss, becoming frustrated with the lock. 
“Here,” you mumbled against his mouth. You took the keys from his hand and turned away so you could see the lock. Spencer whined from the loss of your lips but remedied it by kissing behind your ear. You gripped his bicep, wishing he could just take you then and there. 
Finally, the door was opened. You walked inside together, Spencer's mouth still latched to your neck. He turned you around, leaning you against the door, causing it to slam shut. You ran your hands through his hair, tugging on the roots. He moaned against your skin, and you felt it in your core. As much as you wanted Spencer to kiss every inch of you, which you knew he would, you needed him.
“Spencer,” you moaned, grabbing at his shoulders. He nodded, understanding what you wanted. He pulled away, but only slightly.
“I got you,” he huskily whispered into your ear. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and nodded. He brought his mouth back to your lips, and walked you into the bedroom, guiding you along the way. 
He backed you up into the bed and followed your lips down as you laid back. Coming up for air, he raked his eyes over your disheveled hair and blouse and thought you had never looked more beautiful.
“I’m ready for my dessert,” he pleaded. You smiled and nodded, bringing his hands to your breasts. Spencer smiled and began massaging your tits through your blouse. You leaned your head back, desperate for more. Spencer knew that, so he began unbuttoning your shirt, thankful that his hands were no longer shaking. He sucked on your now exposed skin, leaving marks down your chest as he went. He helped you shrug your shirt off, and his breath caught in his throat. 
“Fuck (Y/n).” He traced his fingers along the delicate red lace that covered your nipples, his light touch igniting a fire within you. “Been thinking about this all day.” He brought his mouth back down, running his tongue over your clothed nipples.
“Shit Spence,” you moaned, “need more. Need you.” You felt his smirk on your skin, and then he was unclasping the back, exposing your breasts to him. He took one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple, while his hand came up to your other one, switching between flicking and massaging. 
He switched positions, making sure to pay the other one equal love. Your moans filled the room, as you rubbed your thighs together, desperate for some relief. You wrapped your legs around Spencer’s waist, begging him to come closer.
“Is my dessert nice and wet for me?” His mouth kissed down your stomach, his fingers trailing behind. 
“Yes,” you whimpered. His fingers gripped your waist, holding you in place as he kissed along the waistband of your panties. He placed a kiss on your clothed clit and you bucked your hips up, wanting more. He ran his finger over your partly covered pussy moaning at how wet it was. “Is this what was bothering you earlier?” he asked, rubbing the soaked lace against you even more.
“Yes,” you panted, shaking your head.
“You want me to help? Want me to take them off, baby?” he asked, his cheek leaning against your thigh as he pressed gentle kisses to your inner thigh.
“Please,” you nodded. He slipped his fingers under your panties, pulling them down at an antagonizing slow pace. When they were finally off, you clenched, loving the feeling of the cool air and his hot breath mixing on your sensitive skin. 
“Baby you are so pretty,” he praised. He ran his fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal on his fingers. He put his fingers in his mouth, moaning around them as he cleaned them off. “You taste so good, baby. All for me.” 
“Please, Spence.” You bucked into the air, craving his mouth on you. He happily obliged, licking a stripe up your folds and sucking on your clit. You writhed beneath him, grasping at the bedsheets. He ran his tongue around your clit, the vibrations from his groans only adding to your pleasure. He brought his fingers back to your center, slipping one inside of you, and pumping it in and out slowly. 
“Faster... Unghh- please. Need more.” Spencer sped up his finger, adding a second. He curled them, hitting your spot perfectly. You screamed out in pleasure, only causing him to go harder. He continued his thrusts, grazing his teeth over your clit in the process. 
“Fuck, Spence. Don’t- don’t stop… yeah, just like that.” You grabbed onto his hair, pushing him further into you. Feeling the knot build, you wrapped your legs around his head, grinding onto his face. With a final graze of your clit, you were coming, and Spencer worked you through it, lapping up your release on his mouth, not wanting to waste a drop of his dessert. 
When you came down, Spencer removed his fingers from your center, causing you to groan from the sensitivity. He came and sat next to you on the bed, bringing his fingers to his lips once again. You watched him above you, and you swore it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. His lips were shiny with your release, and they looked so pretty, all plump and wet, and you wanted them on you. Reaching for him, you brought his lips to yours and tasted yourself on him. His tongue explored your mouth, coating every inch in yourself. 
Without breaking the kiss, Spencer helped you sit up and placed you in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you complained, pulling at the collar of his shirt. Spencer nodded and you began unbuttoning his shirt. Yearning to occupy his mouth, while he waited for you to finish, Spencer brought your tit into his mouth, sucking on the soft skin. You felt your arousal come flooding back, and you ground your hips into his lap. 
Pushing off his shirt, you placed a string of kisses along Spencer’s collar bone, making your way back up his neck and stopping when you reached his forehead. Spencer then brought your other breast into his mouth and you flung your head back, pulling him further into you, burying his head in your chest. You felt his fingers run along your back, tracing every curve of your body. You shifted on top of him, placing your drenched pussy on top of his clothed crotch. The feeling of his dress pants on your exposed clit felt amazing and you couldn’t help but grind down hard on him, chasing your impending release. 
Noticing you were close based on your shallow breaths, Spencer brought his hands to your waist, pushing you against him, helping you finish. With a few more thrusts, you were coming undone on top of him, soaking his pants in the process.
“That was so hot baby,” Spencer groaned, kissing your neck. Your head rested on his shoulder and you smiled, trying to regain your strength. 
“You feel so good,” you praised, “but, I need you. Need your pants off,” you panted. Spencer obliged peppering your face with kisses as he unbuckled his pants and slid them off with his boxers. You sat up, allowing him to shimmy out of them. His cock sprang free, resting against his stomach. You groaned, loving the way he would always get so hard because of you. 
You began to bend down, wanting to take him in your mouth, but before you could, his arms were around you pulling you back up. You gave him a confused look, but he gave you a sheepish smile and shook his head.
“I won’t last if you do that,” he admitted. You smiled, giving him an understanding nod. 
“Can I ride you then?” you asked, looking up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes.
“Please,” he smiled, shifting back against the headboard. You followed him, taking your place in his lap again. He grabbed onto your waist, guiding you up and onto his dick. You ran your wet folds over his tip, watching as he moaned, leaning his head back. Desperate to have him inside you, you sank down, loving the feeling of him filling you up.
Spencer watched as his dick disappeared inside. “So pretty baby.” He kissed your shoulder, waiting for you to move. You began circling your hips, both of your moans filling the room. Once you were ready, you lifted your hips setting a steady pace, bouncing up and down on him.
“Feels so good Spence,” you groaned, resting your hands on his shoulders for support. His head was buried into your shoulder, completely lost in the feeling of you around him. You leaned back a bit, getting a better angle, and felt him go deeper than ever. Screams left your lips, and Spencer took the opportunity to tighten his grip on your hips and began thrusting up into you. The added force only increased your pleasure and you closed your eyes, completely lost in the bliss that was Spencer Reid. 
He watched as he pounded into you, loving the way your tits bounced and your mouth was open in pleasure because of him. He brought you closer to him, wanting to feel your skin against his, and the new angle made it so he was hitting your spot every time. You clenched around him, feeling your orgasm growing.
“Shit (Y/n),” he groaned, “do that again.” You smiled, clenching around him again, wanting him to feel as good as he was making you feel. “Fuck- I’m close.”
“Me too.” Spencer brought his hand down and rubbed your clit. “Yes, yes, don’t stop Spence- ughh… don’t stop.” He would never stop, he loved you too much to ever stop. He would do this for the rest of his life. He would never stop.
With another thrust, Spencer felt you clenching around him and felt your thighs shake. He continued to rub your clit helping you down from your high as he chased his own. All it took was a few more thrusts and you moaning his name in his ear, and he was coming. You felt hot ropes of his come inside of you and you moaned, loving the feeling of your juices mixing together. 
Spencer’s arms wrapped around your back and you snuggled into his neck, not daring to leave your position on his lap. 
Spencer grabbed the blankets, pulling them around your still connected bodies. You snuggled into him, relishing in the feeling of him inside you and keeping you full. 
“Thank you,” Spencer said, kissing your lips. “I love you so much,” he mumbled into your mouth.
“I love you too.” You rested your head on his forehead, the two of you lost in each other's eyes. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Spencer.” 
“Happy Valentine’s Day, (Y/n).” He pressed a gentle peck to your lips before snuggling into you. “You’re going to have to wear that more often,” he murmured while succumbing to sleep.
“That can be arranged,” you smiled, closing your eyes. Spencer grinned, falling asleep in your arms, because he knew you loved him and he loved you, and it was all for him.
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