#but because time zones none of my friends are awake

[dogtiber]

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hello I am having a dog thought overwhelm today and also a general overwhelm woo please feel free to ignore me I am just working out some feelings

I feel like I haven’t been doing much with Tiber lately just because there’s so much going on rn

my to do list is miles long today too and will be for a while until I work my way through everything I need to do

but I feel BadTM about it. partner has been getting frustrated with us lately because it feels like his separation anxiety has backslid a little

(we let him sleep on the couch with us for a few nights because with Things Going On we were too stressed to deal with getting up/his whining, so we just let him stay with us to prevent it altogether. but now he seems more Upset than usual about being put to bed in his crate. it was likely not the smartest move but when we’re both tired and I’m disabled-exhausted and he’s getting-up-at-1am-for-work-several-days-in-a-row-exhausted we were kind of at the end of our rope for a bit)

but I am so sleepy and so tired right now but it is nearly impossible to catch up on the rest I need with Puppy.

we sent him to daycare on Sunday to give us some time to catch up on house work/get him some dog socialization time, but like even then. we spent the whole time cleaning the house, not resting.

we’re managing but I am becoming Increasingly Distressed about it and it is fine and we will get through it but bleegghggrrrgh

I really want to do more reading/research on dog training and esp on separation anxiety (since that’s our biggest problem with him rn) ((but also ADHD brain is getting overwhelmed and is having trouble focusing on that because there’s SO MANY important things we need to work on him right now too. like recall. oh my god his recall training has been going so bad. well like not *bad* but he is not really getting it at all. and I’m starting to feel like I need to change up our approach…but that requires reading and learning about different ones…which brings us back to…)) but because im so TIRED I just don’t have the brainpower to focus on that.

I think I’m extra emotionally distressed because partner and I had a tense upset moment yesterday. I didn’t really take Tiber out after his morning walk because he was asleep most of the day and wasn’t asking, or even eating or drinking much, too busy sleeping (I assume being tired from daycare the previous day) and when partner went to take him out, Tiber I guess couldn’t hold it and peed by the front door while he was getting his gloves on. which. was my fault for sure. I should have taken him out even if he wasn’t indicating he needed to go. but *I* wanted to nap too. so I just slept while Tiber slept and let us keep napping. and partner, after a long day at work, was extra frustrated and upset.

and it’s fine and we talked through the outburst and cleaned up and made up. but I’m on edge a little after it. just RSD kicking in I think. but still emotionally draining.

and the other day, partner asked if I could spend more time on the dog training at home, and worry less about household chores and that he’d take over more of that responsibility instead but I personally just don’t feel like this is going to be an effective solution?

(a lot of this is because our approaches dog training are…different. he just hasn’t had as much time to do training research because his job is busy, and that plus his prior childhood experiences with raising pets was…I would say less than ideal. his parents’ attitudes towards raising animals were/are. uh. questionable at best if not outright bad. (I constantly want to kidnap their cat she is having such a bad time over there.) so him trying to take over Tiber Time to give me a break and some rest time usually ends up with me involved anyway, because I’m trying to gently nudge him from doing things that might be aversive (gentle stuff, he’s not kicking the dog or anything, but I don’t super love his first line approach being to tug firmly away from things he shouldn’t have instead of trying to call or redirect attention first, for example. obviously sometimes just grabbing him is necessary if there’s a danger but like. if it’s a sock on the ground outside or whatever) or from asking Tiber for too much and not really getting the idea of setting him up for success, or trying to pair a cue without Tiber having learned the behavior first. and none of this is the end of the world but like. I don’t want to have to change a cue because it was poisoned or unteach a bad habit or counter condition something he taught. and maybe this is my control issues coming into play but like I also think it’s important to set Tiber up for as much success as possible.)

((but also like. I’m a little frustrated also that he’d rather change around how our household works than to just. sit down and watch the videos/read the articles I send him.))

((I also get frustrated because sometimes the thing I need help with most is just staying with Tiber while I go downstairs to tidy up or take a shower or whatever. but he wants to go up to the loft to game and I don’t begrudge him this because it’s how he unwinds and also spends time with his brother, but when he does I get limited to upstairs with Tiber and can’t get anything done elsewhere.))

it’s been double hard lately because of Tiber’s vomiting and tummy troubles. vet has him on just his kibble and has allowed some plain boiled chicken for treats while we’re working out what’s up, but that means I can’t give as many options for kongs or longer lasting chews or whatever to keep him busy.

so even if I had “more time” to work with the dog, I can’t dog train all day, and I still have to watch him between sessions so he doesn’t puppy chew the house apart. and I can’t distract and occupy him as well right now without access to high value treats and likis and things. (he won’t really work for his kibble unless he’s *really* hungry and I’m not interested in starving him for the sake of some peace.) me doing chores is not really the problem I just need help watching the dog. and also a nap.

also this has reminded me that we’re out of chicken to boil so I need to get more because we have literally no treats for Tiber in this house rn.

and it’s fine and we’ll see how things go for a while first but I desperately need some quality sleep and rest to be able to actually functionally tackle anything right now and that’s just not happening currently. 🙃

and as my to do list gets longer ADHD brain wants to go more and more off the rails.

and I am just feeling dejected and overwhelmed and like I’m not enough.

bleh. I should get breakfast that’s probably where I should start. and then maybe try to grocery delivery some chicken for Tiber? I’d rather go down to the butcher but tbh I think I’m too tired for that long of a walk rn (even if it’s only 5 mins. I tired.)

I need hand holding and someone to start me on tasks man. girl help my executives are dysfunctioning.

[ncteez]

friends don’t fuck (l.s.m)

Your best friend of several years says that he can share a bed without being weird. Well, he’s a fucking liar. 

or the one where neither of you sees any harm in fucking just to see what it’s like. 

ao3 | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 

WORDCOUNT― 3.7k

PAIRING― seokmin x afab reader

CONTENT― first time with big boy bestie, crackish, fluffish, mostly just smut��

NOTE― im just in love with him bro. i know that i’m typically more known for writing plot and/or really detailed smut scenes with a bigger word count but i’m having fun relaxing and writing these little fics in my free time (ㅅ´ ˘ `) , which means this is not proof read.

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― soft top seokmin, he gets a little lost in the sauce, BIG DICK BESTFRIEND, seokmin loves boobs, unprotected sex, cream pie, lil tiny bit of finger action 

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           The couch is uncomfortable. That’s his excuse.

 “Well, you haven’t complained once in the years you’ve been crashing at my place.” You argue, sizing up your taller best friend who just so happens to already be tucked into your bed and spread-eagling it. 

 “I’m complaining now, though,” Seokmin yawns, stretching his arms and legs out even further as if to kick you onto the couch, “c’mon, I won’t be weird about it.”

          You size him up once again. Never did you make him sleep on the couch because you thought he would be weird about it, usually it was just because the bitch is a blanket thief.

 “Fine,” you relent, sliding yourself onto the bed and using your entire body to shove him over to make room for yourself, “the least you can do is make room for me.”

             He chuckles, deciding to stop being annoying and scooting over for you, and then casually rolling over so that his back is facing you, implying he’s actually going to sleep.

             So, there the two of you are. Not at all awkward, because you’ve been in worse situations with him that were a bit overwhelming (like that time he spilled his drink on you and mocked you for looking like you pissed yourself in the middle of a food court), this is nothing. It’s actually kind of weird that the two of you have never shared a bed considering the sheer amount of time you spend crashing in each other’s space. Guess it just never came up, guess neither of you cared too much about it. 

             It’s silent for a good thirty minutes save for the almost-muted Netflix show playing on the tv and your eyes are feeling ridiculously heavy. You can feel that heavy-sleep fuzz consume your body before you’re jolted out of it by none other than the fucking man himself.

 “Are you still awake?” your best friend whispers as he shifts on your bed, presumably turning to face you.

 “Trying not to be,” you mutter out in annoyance, staying on your back but turning your head to look at him with drooping eyes, “why, is the bed also too uncomfortable for your highness?” 

             He smiles and shakes his head, his eyes zoning in on your face and studying it.

 “I’ve been thinking about something.”

 “Well, can you stop so I can sleep?” You argue, not actually annoyed but just very tired. 

 “How do you feel about like–” he ignores you and pauses mid-sentence, which brings you to a place of curiosity. 

 “How do I feel about what, Seokmin?” You grouch, this time turning fully to face him.

             You take a minute to admire him, despite seeing him multiple times a week. He looks nice when he’s tired, and you’ve told him a thousand times how handsome he is. You really don’t think he gets it though, like, look at him. His sharp features always fall into softness when he’s just finished yawning, and his eyes always flutter differently when he’s sleepy. It’s not like you’re into him that way though, you just know how to appreciate an attractive person, regardless of if he’s your best friend and in your bed. 

 “I don’t know, me and Seungcheol were talking about how we lost our virginities and–” 

 “Why?” You snort, imagining that they probably were just rambling at each other for that topic to be brought up. 

 “That doesn’t matter,” he groans, waving you off and continuing his point, “anyway, he mentioned that he lost his to his best friend and I was like, woah,” he looks at you, watching for a reaction, “like, wouldn’t it be just so weird to have sex with a best friend?”

             You raise a brow at him and narrow your eyes.

 “I mean, to some I guess it’s weird, depends on the person?” 

 “Okay, but I’m asking you.” He prods, trying not to be obvious but ultimately failing. 

 “Nah, I think people can do those kinds of things if they both know how to navigate the situation,” you start, looking away from him because for the first time ever, you think he might be implying something. “I’ve never tried it though.”

             He deadpans at you before running a hand through his hair. 

 “So, you’re saying you could fuck a best friend?” 

 “Seokmin, you’re my best friend.”

             Then he’s silent.

 “I know.”

 ~

             You’re avoiding the fact that you’re shocked by his sudden sexual interest in you. This is the last thing you imagined you’d be doing on a regular Tuesday night sleepover with your best friend. Like, who even goes out of their way to ask for a major change in friendship dynamics on a fucking Tuesday!? 

             It’s kind of flooring, actually, enough to push you out of your sleepy daze and into a different sort of mood. The man who usually keeps you grounded is now somehow making you feel entirely off balance and dizzy at the very idea. You mentioned that friends can definitely fuck if they know how to navigate the situation. Now it’s like, do you know how to do that? Are you a person who can navigate this type of thing? Can you really just accept his offer simply out of curiosity? 

             Clearly, being friends with Seokmin has some downsides, and those downsides are usually fighting the yearly urge to pretend his face wasn’t the star of one of your rare wet dreams. That was completely unintentional! Another one of those downsides might be the occasional stray idea of what’s in his pants. That’s totally natural though! Your friendship with him is strictly platonic albeit occasionally full of sexual curiosity. 

 “What if we just pretend to not be best friends for ten minutes?” Seokmin offers through the past thirty minutes of silence in the room. 

 “Seokmin,” you start, feeling anxious because if he asks one more time you might just take him up on the offer, “if you keep talking we won’t be best friends for any minutes.” 

             You can hear that all-too-familiar chuckle from him, the one that’s deep and mischievous. 

 “You act like I didn’t see the way you looked at me today when I got out of the shower.”

 “And in what way did I look at you?” You feel a little called out simply because you didn’t even realize you were checking him out. 

 “Correct me if I’m wrong but–” Seokmin crowds up behind you considering you rolled away from him not too long ago, “you kind of seemed like you wanted to be under me.”

             Never has he ever spoken to you like this. Sure, there’s a sexual joke here or there. Maybe even a playful ass slap and a fake moan, but this? This felt a little too real, and a little too inviting. 

 “Wrong,” you argue as a last-ditch effort to save yourself from whatever it is that you’d definitely prefer to happen right now. 

 “Oh yeah? Is that why you keep rubbing your ass against me?”

             Goddammit. You were doing that, weren’t you? It’s his fault for crowding up behind you, all you were doing was– never mind that. The issue at hand here is you trying to pretend you’re not curious enough to absolutely fuck him. The even bigger issue is figuring out how this is gonna work, and if it’ll be worth it. 

             You pull your ass away for a moment, mostly to decide on what to do without feeling his–uh…thing against you. He shocks you though, by placing his hand around your waist and not really letting you. He knows you’re into it, there’s no way he doesn’t. Your best friend, the big bimbo man who also happens to go by another name of Seokmin, would never do something like this if he wasn’t already aware of how stubborn you are. Just this afternoon you eyeballed his snack and refused to admit that you wanted a bite until he basically force fed you. You’re stubborn, but he knows that you set boundaries seriously when he’s got the wrong idea. 

             God, you’re so in your head about this right now. Especially with him crowded up behind you, hands on your waist, his lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear. 

 “Okay,” you admit, defeated as you intentionally press yourself against him this time. “ten minutes,”

 “Yeah?” He sighs out, and yeah, you were right– he’s like right there. 

 “If you make this weird, I’m never talking to you again.” You attempt to argue, but there's a feeling in your gut that overpowers any type of anxiety right now. Maybe it’s because his hands don’t stray from your waist, and they stay gentle, or maybe it’s because his lips are immediately against your neck and he’s pressing his length against you. 

             Oh so you’re really doing this now? This is how he starts off when he wants to fuck someone? Your best friend likes to kiss and lick and suck against the neck of his interest while also letting them feel his size? Damn, okay. You’re trying to hold it together, honestly. The nearly muted netflix show that’s playing sounds as if it has no sound at all by this point because you’re entirely focused on the fact that this is the reality and you’re about to fuck your best friend for shits and giggles. You’re seeing him in a brand new light, and goddamn does it look beautiful on him. 

 “You know…” Seokmin whispers against the back of your neck as he plants a kiss there, his fingers running from your waist to your stomach and fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “I’ve never seen you without clothes on before,”

             He’s right. 

 “We agreed on ten minutes,” you say, still being a bit stubborn but also encouraging him to take your shirt off– or his pants, or anything else for that matter, “you’re taking your sweet time.”

             You can feel his lips against you turning into a smile and just as you go to try and make another snide comment, you’re grabbed by him and rolled over onto your back. He’s so quick with it, and seeing him now after already feeling his body against yours, he doesn’t look like your best friend. He looks like someone you desperately want to make feel good.

 “Up.” He instructs, lifting your shirt until it’s caught under your arms. You do as he asked, of course, and then lay back down feeling kind of shy about the fact that he’s blatantly staring at your chest and–oh.

 “God,” he groans, dipping down and nuzzling his face against them, “I knew they’d be pretty.”

             There’s that heat spreading across your cheeks. You’re blushing and feeling goosebumps run all across your skin and it’s making you feel kind of small but also kind of adored.

 “Ten minutes,” you remind him with a coo, cupping your hand on the back of his head as he continues to nuzzle and kiss against your tits, “get our pants off before you lose sight of the goal–”

             He pulls up, looking at you with a raised brow and a slack jaw. Then he narrows his eyes.

 “You’re really only gonna let me go for ten minutes?”

             Of course not. 

 “Ten minutes, firm. Unless you change my mind.”

             Ah, he does love a challenge, that’s true. Only this time you see this challenge as something more than a drinking contest or who can get the most kills in a video game. You swear he’s moving faster than he ever has before, navigating his big body and pulling himself back. He doesn’t even ask before he slips your pajama pants off of you, followed by his own. 

             You look down at him, now wanting your own curiosity to be satiated, but he’s still moving fast and leans down to your face, blocking your view.

 “Now, hold on–” you argue, shoving his face away and lifting your head a bit to see between his legs, “you can’t just whip it out and not let me see it.”

             He chuckles, because that’s fair. He pulls himself back, sitting on his knees between your legs and proudly presents his length to you. You stare, and then he stares. Both of you, stuck in a loop of taking in the other’s body and what there is to offer in terms of pleasure once you both have your fill of visuals. 

             His eyes go from your tits to your belly and then stop directly between your legs, and it’s like he wants to pray to the heavens for you wanting to do this because damn you look good. He wonders if you’re wet, or if you’re as excited as he is to be doing this with you.

             Then there’s you, eyes scanning his length and internally trying to measure the circumference of his thickness. He had a huge cock this whole time and didn’t even offer to let you see it before now? What an awful best friend, he should be ashamed for withholding such information about himself from you.

 “Hey, um–” you swallow around nothing, probably because your throat is trying to prepare itself for him. “not to be weird or anything but like, when did you get so fucking hot?”

             He smiles, giving you a breathy laugh before finally tearing his eyes away from your folds.

 “Why? Am I turning you on?” 

             You roll your eyes at that, leaning forward and grabbing his hand. He falls forward a bit with an excited breath and then immediately sighs out when he realizes that you place his fingers directly on your clit. 

             What you were gonna say was that he can see for himself if you’re turned on, instead, the second he felt it against his fingers, he slid them down and started exploring with a gentle groan. 

 “Good,” he compliments you, continuing to run his fingers through your folds, “can I kiss you too, or is that off limits?”

             You look at him like he’s an idiot, but he knows what that means.

             It’s silent when he does it. His lips laid against yours and feeling so plush and warm that all you can do is lick them until he lets you in. He does, and it’s really fucked up that he also hid the fact that he definitely knows how to kiss a woman from you too. From feeling his fingers teasing your entrance to feeling his tongue teasing your own– you feel elated that you’re getting this from him.

             The kiss lasts much longer than his fingers do between your legs. You felt the absence of them for a split second before feeling him slide his length against you and essentially coat his cock in your arousal. He’s thick, long, and incredibly hard against you. 

             You let out a strangled sort of groan feeling it, and you shocked yourself at the sound. Never have you been so excited to feel someone rubbing their length between your lips. He kisses you harder when you make the sound, and you can feel his hips press into you with more pressure. For a second, you thought about it. You thought about doing this for hours, days, weeks with him. Unfortunately though, you both have shit to do and it upsets you a bit too much right now. 

             You whine against his lips, bringing your hand up and pushing his messy hair out of his face to prevent it from tickling your own. That same hand drags through his hair, down his back, and then between the two of you. 

             His body jolts when you grab him, and he pulls back from the kiss with a dazed smile and looks down at your hand around him.

 “Do you want it now?” He asks, shaking his head at the situation, feeling like he’s on top of the world. Technically, he kind of is, because you’re kind of his whole world right now. 

             You smile back mischievously, lifting your hips a bit and guiding his length down. You’re incredibly prepared to feel him, to see him, and to know what it’s like for other’s when your best friend fucks them. Why shouldn’t you know, anyway?

             He nods to you, leaning his head down to your chest and attaching his lips around one of your nipples as he attempts and fails to find the hole the first time. You help him with a laugh though, guiding him a bit more until both of you release a sigh at the feeling of his head stretching you open.

             He now loses the ability to suckle on your nipple and instead drops his head to the side and treats your tits like a personal pillow as he focuses solely on the slide inside of you. He wants you to feel every inch of him, and jesus christ does he want to make sure he feels every inch of you.

             Taking his sweet time, he shallowly thrusts into you slowly until the last thrust, where he plants himself between your legs and wiggles his hips against you just to get a snug fit inside of you. You think he might be deeper than anyone has ever gone before, and instantly you’re gripping him into a hug as he waits patiently for you to adjust. 

             He’s silent for a bit, squeezing his eyes shut and reaching a hand down to guide your legs around his waist, and he only releases his own moan when he stops holding his breath. You do as he encourages, wrapping your legs around him and waiting for him to show you what he’s made of. 

 “You can move–” you say in a small voice, releasing him from your hug and brushing his hair out of his face once more as he raises his cheek from your chest. 

             He listens well, pulling his hips back and slowly sliding into you again. You can see his face right now and it’s different from anything you’ve ever seen before. He’s being passionate and it’s fucking insane to see him like this. 

 “You’re really hot, did you know that?” You compliment him, clenching around him and watching his breath hitch at it. 

             What you’re not aware of though, is how in his head he is about you right now. You’re so fucking wet for him and it’s driving him up a fucking wall. The drag of his cock against your walls is sending intense shocks throughout his entire body, and honestly, hearing your voice on top of it all compliment him makes him want to hate himself for never bringing this up to you before. 

             He doesn’t respond, and his pupils continue to grow as he looks at you with each thrust. He’s lost in the thought of getting to be inside of you specifically.

             And when he finds a rhythm, one that’s equally as hard as it is deep, you can’t even muster words for him. You’re breathless, moaning as his stupid necklace dangles against your face when he moves his hands to either side of your head to support himself. 

             You can’t really look away from him though. He’s never been this quiet before and he’s never looked this insanely hot before– you decide to stop thinking so hard, throwing your arms up and around his neck to pull him down into a kiss. His thrusts become slower at that point but still insanely deep. 

 “You’re going to make me come if you–” you whisper against his lips but get cut off, sighing with a slight moan as he presses harder into you.

             You don’t even think he’s listening, because now he’s talking. His voice is insanely deep and raspy when he does it.

 “You’re going to come on me?” He says, completely lost in his lust, probably attempting to say whatever is on his mind, “gonna come all over me?”

             Well, when he puts it that way. Hell yeah.

             You shoot your hand between the two of you and it’s like, three rubs of your clit and you’re already shaking. 

 “That’s it babe, squeeze me,” he chokes out, feeling your other hand scratch against his back and against his neck. 

             He watches your face as you release around him, studying the way you close your eyes and moan out for him. He thinks it might be the hottest thing you’ve ever done, come on his cock, you know? 

 “Jesus,” he chokes out this time, feeling you still squeezing around him as your legs start to shake, “okay, fuck, hold on–” he adds, now putting more power into his thrusts and chasing a high that’s close enough already.

             Good thing your best friend knows you’re on birth control, considering he’s the one who has to remind you to take it half of the time. 

             When he reaches his own orgasm, you’re just coming out of yours. You can feel his relentless hips stutter as he reaches it, and you watch the way he holds his breath through it. He’s literally not breathing when it happens and all you can do is, similar to him, fucking watch.

             You can feel his load pumping into you, and when he finally releases his breath, his groan is breathy and guttural before he practically flops down onto you and tries to regain his breath.

 ~

 “Ugh,” he groans out, refusing to remove his limp limbs from caging you in, “why was that so hot?”

             You’re taken aback by that for some reason.

 “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” You grouch, shoving him off of you and wincing at the way he slides out of you at the same time. 

 “I mean, like, how am I supposed to not want to do this again?” He laughs through his own wince, knowing full well that his cum is probably seeping out of you in heaps. 

 “Who says you’re not supposed to?” You look away from him, unprepared for conversation immediately after orgasm, but also slightly relieved that he’s back to his talkative self. 

 “Oh?” He smiles, pulling himself up from your bed and wiggling his brows at you, “So, now we are best friends that fuck?”

             You shrug, looking up and down his body.

 “Yeah, if you don’t make it weird.”

 ~

[jishyucks]

[Certainty] – yeonjun x reader, implied f2l

You cuss under your breath the moment your eyes flicker to check the time. 

4:17 AM.

It’s four-seventeen in the fucking morning and you feel like none of the content you need to memorize for school is actually being absorbed into your faltering brain. It’s like you could physically feel your brain cells deteriorating the more you study. 

“I think I’ll stop for tonight,” you say. Well, it’s morning now.

You look over at Yeonjun, who’s tapping his pen against the wooden table. His head is resting against his arm. He doesn’t reply, which tells you he’s zoned out. Yeonjun’s eyes blink at the wall behind you, lips open slightly as he continues to think. 

“Yeonjun?” You shut your laptop closed and you push it aside and on top of the pile of papers that consisted of nothing but scribbles of what you’d consider your notes. “Maybe you should sleep too.” He still doesn’t reply. If it weren’t for his pen tapping, he’d look like an image, frozen and still in time. 

“I like you,” he mumbles. It’s almost incoherent, but the silence of the world around the both of you helps you make out the words, “You know that, right?” 

Now he’s scaring you. The beat of your heart quickens and your eyes barely widen before you reply, “What?” Still, Yeonjun keeps his pose as is and he doesn’t reply, “Yeonjun, I think you’re just tired. I really think you should go to sleep.” “Do you like me too?” He drones on, “You like Soobin, don’t you?” You’re speechless while Yeonjun continues, “If you do, it’s… okay.” 

Your brows furrow and you’re brought to reach forward to tug at Yeonjun’s hair, “Choi Yeonjun!” You sit back in your chair and watch him get knocked out of the trance he was in. 

His eyes shift drowsily towards you, “Hmm?”

“What are you going on about?” You ask carefully. 

“I like you.” You can see his eyes are half-closed at this point. His head still rests upon his arm, but he stopped the pen tapping. 

“Are you okay?” You ignore his statement, “Go to bed.” You really don’t like getting your hopes up, especially when these hopes involve your feelings, Yeonjun, and your feelings about Yeonjun. It just wasn’t something you wanted to joke about. Not at the risk of your heart being kicked around like a soccer ball. 

“Why are you ignoring what I’m saying?” Yeonjun frowns, “I may be tired but my feelings stay as is.” He’s still mumbling the words. Though Yeonjun seemed to be drunk-like despite not drinking any alcohol, you can hear how genuine he was. 

You freeze, “Then I’ll just go to sleep.” You quickly stand up, leaving your things at the table. 

“Y/N.” Somehow, Yeonjun’s arms were long enough to reach for your wrist and you’re suddenly anchored to him. It’s funny because his hold is gentle. You can easily slip out of it if you wanted to. But you really really wanted to hear what he had to say. 

“What?” You’re growing irritated but you think it’s because you’re tired. You want to sleep and your best friend’s playing with your emotions. 

“I’m not lying,” he says, “Feel.”

He tugs at your arm and brings your hand up to his chest. It’s awkward because he’s still in his relaxed position, so now you’re towering over him slightly with your back hunched. It takes you a while to process what he’s trying to do. But when you feel a strong pounding against his chest, you feel yours do the same. “That’s what you’re doing to me.” 

You freeze for the second time today, “Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun’s hold on your wrist loosens and his hand lets go, causing both his and your limbs to fall naturally. That’s when you realize that Yeonjun had fallen asleep. 

You scowl. Why would he go on and say nonsense like that and think it was okay to leave you hanging? How are you supposed to feel?

A deep sigh leaves your lips before you turn to the couch. You slide the closest blanket off and turn back to Yeonjun, covering him with the sheet and tucking it under his chin. You suppose you’ll just ask him when you’re both awake and aware of what’s going on. 

Maybe then you’ll actually be sure of his feelings for you.

°•. ✿ .•°

an: I swear all my scenarios are like this but it's cute so it is what it is,,, I need to get more creative I s2g

[joongwooclub]

by my side || P. SH.

synopsis: Seonghwa calls y/n at 4 am, staying on the phone together, eventually falling asleep together after a long day.

genre: seonghwa x fem!reader, fluff, soft boyfriend seonghwa, first + second pov . hwa's dialogue

warning: none!

✩: reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated!! story under cut~

You would have never imagine Seonghwa as your boyfriend. He was this pretty boy that was in your best friend group, and you were in a small introverted group of friends. Both of y’all seemed to hit it off at a small friend gathering, then started hanging out with each other. Eventually, you both developed feelings, and started dating. Then he had to leave because he passed his auditions in South Korea. You decided it was important for him to chase your dreams, and after a few weeks, y’all were now away from each other. The relationship is long distanced, luckily, his company allowed both of y'all to date, since they didn’t like the idea of restricting their idols, you supported him every day of every year since his debut.

This time, you bought tickets for his next world tour, so you had an excuse to go see him. Unfortunately, covid 19 happened and stopped all of your plans, and even though both of y'all try to video chat, the time zones were always a problem. Seonghwa was unfortunately busy every time you called him due to the preparation of ATEEZ’s comeback, you understood that though. It was hard to balance phone calls and facetimes while practicing hard choreography and vocal training 24/7 . However, it doesn't dismiss the feeling of loneliness that got stronger every hour, minute and days that passed.

That's where the present brings; It was currently 4 am in your timezone , and you couldn’t sleep. You didn’t want to sound clingy nor pathetic, but the loneliness was getting to you. The way you couldn’t hold him, feel his warmth against your skin, have his soft hand softly caressing your hair to your cheek. Tears whelmed up in your eyes as you began to think of his presence, and then, a ringtone rang through the still air and darkness of your room. Confused as to why someone was calling you at this time, you quickly checked it and saw “여보 ♡” flashing onto the screen along side with the words of "Incoming Facetime call". With quirk swiftness, You sat up from your bed and answered the call.

“Oh? jagiya? you’re awake?” His voice spoke. The voice you missed so much, sweet as honey, tone as soft as someone whispering in a quiet calm library, gosh how much you have missed him. You smiled in the darkness, knowing he couldn’t see it but just his voice made you melt.

You look at his surrounding behind him. He was at home, inside the dorms. Did he just finished practice or was he resting? You heard him giggle and that’s when you saw he flashed you a smile.

“I can tell you’re studying me” he smirked. “I finished promotion today, I really wish I was able to see you.” You saw his eyes sparkle with the light from the ceiling but you can see the hint of sadness.

“I miss you too hwa, but it’s your job okay? Make sure you take care of yourself first.” You answered, feeling guilty that he was worried about you, when he had tons of problems within his own idol life or even himself.

“How can I not focus on you? You’re my baby. My one and only, my happiness is with you. Without you in my life, I am nothing.” He answered passionately. You giggled at him being dramatic, laying back down and snuggling into your bed. Seonghwa watched you lovingly and hummed softly, singing lyrics from their new Japanese song, reminding you that he was still here. “Seonghwa, your voice is making me sleepy” you whispered, closing your eyes slowly from his beautiful voice.

He smiled happily and let out a small laugh, “I’m sorry baby. It must be really early there, right?” He titled his head, “Gosh. I miss you so much. Your voice, your warmth, the way you hold my waist because you can't reach my shoulders...” he mumbles, watching you then he had an idea. “I can sing you to sleep. Just imagine everything okay?” He whispered. You let out a giggle, "Imagine?" "Please baby~" with a playful nod, you hummed quietly in agreement, just enjoying his company.

“Imagine me being there next to you, My warmth against your skin, your back against my stomach, my hands rubbing soft circles on your arm. Holding you close to me because I know how cold you get in the night. ” he lightly laugh. “Just the two of us, listening to each other’s heartbeats. Imagine me just caressing your face, the way you always like it. Soft kisses on the cheek..” Seonghwa spoke. Now focusing on your quiet breathing, assuming you fell asleep. “I miss you y/n..sleep well baby.” He whispered, kissing his screen, he missed you so much, it felt like he hasn't seen you in years. His plan was to come visit and spend at least a month after promotions, and luckily his company agreed to his plan. He stayed on the phone that night. Both of y’all falling asleep next to each other, no matter how far, he was by your side, and that was a promise he wanted to keep forever.

[thexmistress]

Hey again I have some questions for you if you don’t mind answering,

What does Gojo family think about this whole situation and his actions? Aka him cheating on y/n while she was pregnant with his child and divorced her and leaving her for Utahime pregnant and get back together with her.

What does Gojo family think of Utahime? Do they like her or do they have harsh opinions on her?

What does Utahime family think about this whole deal too? Are her parents disappointed in her? Do they know that Gojo was married and had an expecting pregnant wife.

Have Ren and Aimi ever met each other? Are they going to meet any future chapter?

Why was y/n struggling with money? I mean Didn’t she get a huge of sums alimony and child support since the divorce because he cheated on while she was pregnant and left for the other woman

Is y/n ever going to comfort Utahime and Suguru and ask them why did they lie about Satoru being Ren?

Was there anyone in Gojo family that doubt about him being Ren or telling him that he should get parental test to be sure it his and before he left y/n.

Are Gojo and Utahime married? Or engaged or are they both boyfriend and girlfriend?

What does Gojo other friends and Utahime friends feel about this situation too?

Has Suguru seen y/n since the divorce? Has met Satoru daughter?

Has Utahime ever met y/n or Aimi?

Has Gojo family ever met Aimi? Or has they been neglecting her attention too and giving it all to Ren too?

Are we going to see the reaction of families learning about the truths? Including Suguru family and Utahime family and Gojo family and y/n family.

Do Gojo family like y/n and have they kept in touch with her since the divorce?

Bonus question where are you from? Sorry if this sounds too personal or if I come off as cross bit nosy. It just when you upload part 2 it was 1.am in my time zone and you saw my previous ask of Happy anniversary. I didn’t finish typing that until it was 3am and having trouble going to sleep because I was so mad at Satoru, Suguru and Utahime. My rage was literally keeping me awake😅 you don’t have to tell me exactly where you are from if that makes you uncomfortable but can you give me a time zone. So I can work manage my uk time and your time of when you upload the next chapter.

Again amazing chapter and justice and happiness for y/n and Aimi✊

Hey friend!!!

For questions 1-3 I will be answering as the story progress (:

4. Ren and Aimi do know each other as siblings. I did write a part where Aimi talks to y/n about Ren and wanting to see him but I edited it out. So they do know each other and we’ll see them interact with one another in the story (:

5. Y/n is struggling with money because I wanted to be realistic. I’m a LPN (Licensed practical Nurse) and honestly I can’t even afford to pay rent on my own without the help of my roommate. So even though she is working (I didn’t establish what her career is but I will in the next few chapters.. I’ll probably make her into a LPN like me lol) the cost of the hospital bills for her labor, rent, groceries, etc was a bit too much for her on her own. I was going to put in the chapter that y/n didn’t put satoru on child support or filed for alimony because she didn’t want none of his money after he betrayed her. So she tried to do everything on her own. Was that a smart choice though? No. And we will explore that as well as the story progresses.

6. Honestly No. Y/N dont feel the need to get involved with that drama because in her mind that’s Satoru’s Karma/problem. Where she will have conflicted feelings at is whether or not she should let Aimi know that Ren isn’t her real brother. But she will wait for Satoru to make the decision if he will continue to see Ren as his son. (Sorry if it sound confusing)

7. His parents were suspicious but they saw their son as happy, so they didn’t want to disturb that

8. Satoru and Utahime were boyfriend/girlfriend. Satoru didn’t want to go through the hassle of remarrying. (Which worked in his favor lol but he did sign Ren’s birth certificate so Ren last name is Gojo until further notice)

9. We will see Utahime and Suguru reaction to Satoru split with Y/n in the story (;

10. Suguru hasn’t really kept in touch with Y/n after the divorce. I guess you can say Suguru and Utahime are a little bit more loyal to Satoru than y/n (which we will see how that affected y/n) but Suguru has seen Aimi a few times when Satoru would have her.

11. Y/n did her best to keep her distance from Utahime. Utahime would see Aimi sometimes when Aimi would come over and spend time with Satoru, but it wasn’t often. She would feel some type of ways about Aimi being over which is a reason why Satoru wouldn’t have Aimi as much as he should (we’ll explore that as the story goes on)

12. Honestly his family lives in a different part of Japan so they barely see Satoru. So when they do see Aimi it’s once and a blue moon. Not often as they should. They do send gifts to Aimi and Ren.

13. We will see Y/n’s family and Satoru’s family reaction (:

14. Satoru family has always been cordial to Y/n. But they do call Y/n to speak to Aimi and send Aimi gifts whenever they can.

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Sorry it took me long to reply back and I hope some of the questions I answered cleared up a few things (: I started working nights and it literally been messing with my sleep schedule lol. I live in boring ass Maryland… at least we got good crabs I guess lol. But omg I’m sorry I had kept you up!!!!! 😭 I will be uploading chapter 3 this Saturday (: Thank you so much for liking this story frrrieeennnddddd

[theoretical-whore]

David Dastmalchian saved my life. I was in an incredibly dark place the past year. His work, his characters, his personal story…they all brought me an immense sense of comfort, of belonging. I felt so seen, so heard, so understood, so much less isolated in my experiences. Because of the friends I made through him, I was never alone. At any time, there was always someone awake I could talk to (Thank you time zones). I met my future wife thanks to him. He got me back into comics. He got me back into writing. And every day that I was still alive, I had him to thank.

I know it sounds silly, owing your life to a celebrity who doesn’t know you exist. But that’s another thing. He did know I existed. He knows about all of us. His engagement with his fanbase is second to none. Even the silliest tweet, he would reply to with colorful emojis. Silly or not, David Dastmalchian saved my life.

The best part? I got to tell him. And he told me, with the purest kindness in his voice, “I’m happy you’re still alive.”

And you know what? So am I.

It’s incredible when you meet your heroes, and they are exactly the person you thought they were.

Thank you, sir. For everything.

Edit:

About 24hours later, I did this

Etched on my arm forever, somewhere I can always see it.

[james-is-here]

My Only Hyung…

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imma make myself sad but i’ll try to end this with comfort cause I just can’t make hurt/no comfort, it hurts my precious heart much to not finish without comfort. it’s also my first time writing so much detail, got carried away at the end.

[How did i just now notice the the ‘read more’ thing was on mobile?!]

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Listening to the music, the giddy feeling in his stomach took over Blue’s entire body as he jumped and squealed.

He was currently listening to his first ever album, having only published single songs, with his best friend and partner, Chan.

Happy tears threatened to fall as he settled down and wrapped his arms around the other with a chuckle. “I did it.” He murmured into the others shoulder and tightened his hold. “You did, jagi. I’m so proud.” “Thank you.” He let’s out with a laugh and pulls back, placing a small peck on the other temple.

“Thank you for helping me write my title track.” He said with a sigh. “Plus being in my first duet.” He added with a shy laugh. “You’re welcome, it sounds better then I could’ve imagined. So good!” “May I show it to the boys?” “Of course! They’ve been just as excited as me.” Blue was overwhelmed, smiling like a dork and he couldn’t resist as he leaned forward, all his feelings going into a strong, sweet kiss given to the other.

Pulling back, he placed his forehead on Chan’s and smiled. So happy at where he’s at in life.

“Thank you so much, Chrissy.” “You’re very welcome, Shawnie.”

—-

Jolting awake, Blue looks at his surroundings. He first noticed his manager in front of him, then out the window he sees his destination.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” A small smile graces his face as his manager moves out from his personal bubble. “Ready?” With a groan and a small stretch, he puts his sunglasses on and nods. “I guess.”

As he gets out of the van, he hangs his head down, a few fans gather near the vehicle as he quickly follows his bodyguard inside the venue.

Blue has been asked to perform to start off a k-pop award ceremony. He was glad to be the opening number but when he eventually saw the layout of performances, his mood flipped completely.

Stray Kids was on the list, the third performance of the evening. He should be excited, possibly getting to see his old friends again after two years but he’s nervous.

“W-Would I be able to see him again?” He asked his manager as they looked over the list. “Probably not. They got their own stuff to do tonight.” He replied, missing the part where Blue said ‘him’

His thought were cut off when he was lead to a room, his room for the evening.

“So, What song were you thinking of doing tonight? You said you’d get back to me on that.” His manager asked him as he put his bag on the couch. “I…” He hasn’t thought of that at all. “You haven’t decided?” The other asked again. “N-no, I have, I just…” He stared at the elder for a moment before mentally saying ‘Screw it!’ and answering. “The title track of my first album.”

The manager looked at him with a tilted head and a raised brow. “How come?” “Uh…” Because he’ll be there “Old times sake? It’s my most popular one, even today.” His manager accepted his excuse and nods. “Okay. I’ll let them know while you get ready.”

After he left and closed the door, Shawn sighed and sat in the makeup chair. None of his Makeup or styling staff were there yet so he relaxed and stared at the wall in front of him, thinking of nothing and everything from if he needed a quick snack to his choreography.

The title track didn’t have any dancing to start with until he saw a Live of Hyunjin free styling to his song, proceeding to go to the others and propose if they’d like to help him make a dance for it, happily agreeing.

Then it hit him like a bus. They would be in the audience, he’s performing a song co-written and choreographed by one of the best groups he’s befriended. He quickly snapped out of his zone and grabbed his phone, texting his manager.

Shawn: I want the song to be announced differently

Manager: What do you mean?

S: I want the title to be announced as a different name.

M: . . .

M: That can be done. What is the new name?

S: Stray Away

M: You sure?

S: Yes.

Shawn knew that the new title would be recognized.

—-

He stared at the managers in front of him, mouth agape and tears gathering in his eyes.

“W-We have to split? Th-that’s not fair!” “Your fames are growing and we’re not sure if your relationship can be hidden any longer. We see how connected you are but-“ Shawn’s manager looked at Chan’s then back to him. “We’re sorry.” They give a genuine look of apology then step out so they can process.

“Th-They want- break up? I-I c-can’t- I don’t-“ His hands reached up to his hair as Chan wrapped his arms around him, trying to stop the upcoming panic attack. “Hey, Hey.” Shawn wrapped his arms around the younger and held tightly as he buried his face in the others neck.

“I can’t.” He choked out, tightening his hold and fisting the others hoodie. “I can’t either but we have to.” He whispered.

They stood there in each others arms for what seemed like forever. “C-can’t we just say we did but not actually split?” “They’d find out somehow, Shawnie.” “I can’t. It feels so wrong. I-I can’t live without you, jagi, I just can’t.”

“We can do it. Just, when we do, promise me one thing.” Shawn pulled back and placed his hands on the others face, Chan leaning into it while leaning up and forward to rest his forehead on Shawn’s, his own hands raising to rest on Shawn’s “Anything, Jagi.”

“Don’t stray away from me and the boys.”

—-

He regrets leaving them behind but he still texts them.

Eventually his makeup and stylist arrived and got him ready. They styled him with blues, whites, and a little black.

“Real quick, gotta tell you something.” His manager said while slowing them down on the way to the stage. “While you were getting ready, I managed to find their manager.” He was confused but the other kept going, “We got to talking and eventually that lead to us being on a call with Jyp along with the venue leader.” His eyes widen, mouth falling open slightly. “We talked about nothing bad, i promise. We discussed two things with him and the leader, one being about you and the boys, specifically Chan but all of them were-“ “Blue, you’re up now!!” Someone yelled and he panicked.

“W-what’s the second thing?” He tried to get the answer but he was being pulled away from his manager and over to the stage. “You’ll see!! Don’t worry!!”

He was confused on what that meant but proceeded up the stairs, got help with situating his mic pack, and mentally prepared himself since he’s performing this song as a solo for the first time since the promotions of it.

When the lights dimmed after he was announced, he walked to his place and got set.

The music started and he got lost in his own world. Doing the moves beautifully and smoothly while singing.

After a move of reaching towards the ceiling, preparing to sing the other part of the duet, he goes to turn back and was expecting to ghost a hand on a backup dancers face when he first saw the dancer not wearing the face piece he himself chose for the song.

Locking eyes with the dancer, his singing faulted slightly before his line was over and the other started singing his part.

He stood there, shocked about what was happening at the moment that he was almost late on his line. His brain caught up to him as he began singing again with the other. He tried to look away, tried to be professional, tried to get back to the dancing but not even Chan was pulling away, subtly leaning closer into the hand still hovering, Shawn immediately thumbing over Chan’s cheek. They just sang, in their own little bubble until it ended and clapping snapped him out of his trance.

He smiled and bowed with Chan before walking off stage with him.

They barely made it out of the way of the stage stairs before Shawn engulfed the other in a hug, arms tightly wrapped around the shorter as his face is in his shoulder. Chan accepting it immediately, wrapping his arms around Shawn’s neck and burying his face in the soloists neck.

They stood there together for a few minutes before Shawn’s manager cleared his throat. They pulled away but the soloist kept his arms around the other. “So you told him?” Chan’s manager asks, confusion taking over the silver headed male. “No, he was being pulled to stage before I could.” “W-Was this what you planned with the venue leader?” “Yeah. How’d you like it?” “I-I was shocked. M-Maybe cause i haven’t seen him in person for two years.”

“Glad to see you liked the surprise.” His manager said, pointing out the arms still wrapped around Chan making the other pull away from out of embarrassment.

“What was the other thing? With JYP?” “Well, His members, over the years, have noticed a bit of a drop in his personality since that day we talked to you two and they voiced they’re concerns. Your staff had also noticed a shift in you and told me about it.” He explained. “We’ve been talking about it since about two weeks after you two, uh, split up. We’ve been trying to find ways to still have you two be together seeing as both of you are apart of the others personality, each others other half, inspiration, all that.”

Chan’s manager then spoke. “We talked to Chan recently after, unfortunately, months and months of talking with JYP and figuring stuff out. After talking, Chan proposed to opening a spot in Stray Kids.” Shawn’s eyes widen as the pieces click. Shawn loves being a soloist but he’s also talked in the past about wanting to be in a group, to both Chan and his manager.

“R-Really?” Chan nods. “The boys miss you, I’d also love to have my boyfriend with me all the time.” The soloists breath hitched before turning to his manager. “But-“ “You’ll be integrated into a group known for a lot of physical affection and playful interactions. Fans will just think you’re being playful with Chan, only if you play along with the others to not make it suspicious.”

He nods excitedly with a smile. “Y-Yeah, of course.” “So, Do you want to be a Stray Kid?” Chan asked and Shawn turns towards him, taking the formers left hand into his right, his left hand raising to Chan’s face as he leans in, giving the other a heart fluttering kiss that felt like their first.

If they could stay like that for longer, they would. Chan missing the way the older held him gently but tightly like he might disappear and his soft but slight chapped lips from his bad habit of biting. Shawn missed holding the other along with his soft, full lips.

It was only half a minute before he pulled back and chuckled with a sigh.

“You’ll have a hyung in your group now.” Chan sighed dreamily as he leaned more into the other and giggled, a noise Shawn was happy to hear again.

“My only Hyung.”

[isthishidden]

I hate being horny late at night, because it always means being horny alone. The overwhelming majority of my friends live in a different time zone, so none of them are awake. I don't have a romantic partner in any timezone either. And there are times where just jerking off by myself is so unsatisfying and boring. During the day, I often catch people before they go to bed, but at times like now, I'm lucky if they're waking up. So instead, I've just got this throbbing girlcock and nobody to show it off to. This truly is the curse of being a horny trans girl on the internet.

(This is not a request for people to dm me asking for nudes. I want to be horny with people I know and like, not internet randos. I've tried that, and it's almost more unsatisfying to me)

[loveeari]

lion man (my little lion man)

Chapter One

Peter Andrew Pettigrew wasn’t feeling the morning at all and was dozing off on a hazy morning at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. His friends the marauders weren’t here at the moment and Peter knew where they were. James was on a date with Regulus and Lily while Sirius and Remus were still cuddling in bed. 

Why was he awake this early? 

Peter didn’t know the exact reason either, but he just couldn’t sleep for some reason. It was their 6th year, the year before n.e.w.t.s and everyone caught the love bug and then there was Peter—poor single Peter with no partner in sight which he didn’t mind. 

He knew that he was a mess and didn’t want to drag someone into his mess at all. Peter had been dealing with his Anxiety, Depression, and an Eating Disorder since his third year and never breathed a word of it to his best friends. 

Peter didn’t know how to bring that up so he just stayed quiet because what could he say about those topics? It was believed by everyone that Peter loved eating but they couldn’t be farther from the truth at all. Peter finally got up from the table without even bothering to touch his food at all and walked away too somewhere. 

He was going to the forbidden forest to a little cave that was a ten-minute walk away from Hogwarts. Peter found that place in his second year when he had this horrendous panic attack and wanted to get out desperately. 

Peter purposely made sure the cave wasn’t marked on the map and was a place he could when he felt suffocated by everything. Peter knew that his friends wouldn’t notice him gone for a while. As long as he made in the dorm by curfew they would be none the wiser. 

He kept walking zoning out and the next thing he knew he was in the little cave. Peter actually made it comfortable by using runes and warming charms everywhere. He blocked out the cave and strung up some lights with runes. Peter was surprisingly not horrendous at runes as well as some practical parts of magic. 

Peter sat down on the bed that he found in the room of hidden things. Something that no one knew about the marauders is that Peter didn’t become friends with them until the middle of the first year. Before that Peter was alone and only had house elves for company. They told him about the room of hidden things and sometimes Peter went there when he wanted a quicker escape from everything. 

That’s where he got the bed from and used a shrinking charm which was impressive for a first-year but Peter wasn’t going to say anything about that. He brought out the sketchbook that he had hidden here for the very same purpose. No one knew that Peter loved to draw and that he was really good at it as well as painting. 

There were a lot of things that people didn’t know about Peter Pettigrew and he was surprisingly ok with it. 

He was sitting crisscrossed and humming a song under his breath. The time slipped away slowly and the next thing he knew his alarm went off again. It was his emergency alarm which he then realized with an oh crap expression on his face. 

If he wasn’t back at his dorm in ten minutes, the marauders might throw a search party for him. 

Peter prayed that they were too distracted with their significant others and they didn’t notice him at all. It has happened before and maybe it will happen again. Peter was definitely banking on that but he wasn’t always lucky. 

He sprinted to the castle and thanked every deity that he was pretty fast on his feet and not unathletic. Peter, contrary to their belief, actually did exercise and was at a decent height. He just covered his physique with baggy clothing because of stuff. 

He was panting heavily when he managed to reach the common room and muttered the password. He glanced at the time and winced at the late time which might get questions but fingers crossed he won’t be. 

Peter crept into his room silently hoping that all three of his roommates were deep asleep. He wasn’t that lucky when he saw the lights were all on and Remus Sirius and James were staring at him. 

Peter cleared his throat, “Hey guys” 

James narrowed his eyes, “What were you doing out so late” 

Peter shrugged his shoulders, “nothing serious” 

Sirius scoffed, “Peter you’ve been gone the entire day” 

Remus nodded, “And we couldn’t find you on the map” 

Peter looked at them apologetically, “I was in the forest-” 

James cut him off, “Doing what?”

Peter stopped the urge to roll his eyes hard, “Don’t worry about it, I just lost track of time I’m fine” 

Before any of the three could say anything Peter speed walked to the bathroom. It was way too late to take a shower so he just brushed his teeth, washed his face, and took off his shoes. Peter crept back into the room and all the lights were off thankfully. 

He climbed into his bed already awaiting another sleepless night. Peter stared at the stars he put up in his first year because he wanted Sirius to feel less alone. Peter spent all day pasting each and every single one the muggle way and found a charm that kept them glowing. 

Sirius teared up and hugged Peter so hard that day but Peter never mentioned it. He was in a state of dozing off and staying awake neither here nor there until his alarm rang quietly. Peter was usually the first to wake up in the dorm and the last person to go to sleep. It’s how it was forever Peter assumed. 

“Well this is just lovely” Peter grumbled after rubbing the sleep away from his eyes feeling worse than before. He grabbed his uniform and crept to the bathroom with the lights shut off and well he was used to navigating in the dark. Once Peter got into the bathroom he did his morning routine and put on his clothes after finally taking a shower. 

He stared at himself in the mirror and noticed his turning an ashy gray and his blue eyes dimmer and dimmer. Peter could also see he was losing a lot of weight which was Not Good at All. 

He wanted to groan but also did not want to face his roommate at all so he ignored it because pretending makes everything go away. 

He then quickly walked out and made his way to the kitchens where he usually ate breakfast before he met up with his friends at the great hall and pretended to eat over there. Peter hated eating in front of people because it felt like tiny daggers piercing him with their eyes. Once walking into the house, elves crowded against him and Peter giggled along with them. 

Peter absolutely loved staying with the house elves because one thing they didn’t do was judge. He could be just Peter with them and that’s the hardest thing to ever be. 

He sat down on the ground because he liked to be at eye level with the elves because he didn’t like looking down at them. The elves have tried time and time again to make him sit on a chair but Peter was steadfast in sitting on the floor eating what meager food he managed to get through his throat into his stomach. 

Since it was currently 6:00 in the morning and his friends weren’t going to be at the hall until 8:00 he had time to just sit here and breathe and talk with the elves. 

Time passed and unfortunately, Peter had to leave them and he groaned dramatically while Mipsy looked at him dead in the eye, “Petie don’t skip class” 

The other elves nodded in agreement and off he went just realizing that he skipped breakfast with his friends and there were now going to be more questions. 

Peter hated this with a passion, why couldn’t he be normal and just not get panicky for no reason among other things? Since it was their sixth year in Hogwarts and Peter just loved torturing himself with work he decided on taking Ancient Runes, Arithmancy Charms Potions DADA, and Transfiguration as well as Herbology and unfortunately History of Magic 

It was funny when people assumed that Peter was dumb which was kind of funny to think of. Just because Peter didn’t brag about his Academic strength didn’t mean he was stupid. His first class of the day was Ancient Runes which none of his friends took even Remus. They saw no use in the class but well Peter grew up with Runes and loved learning about them. 

He wanted to be a curse breaker when he graduated from Hogwarts. In order to become that he had to get O’s in almost everything since it was very difficult to get a job with the goblins since they didn’t trust wizards a lot. He could do freelancing but he didn’t want to break curses for a bunch of rich pureblooded snobs. 

Once he made it to class he sat in the middle of the class and doodled. 

They weren’t doing anything at the moment since their professor had to do something else. Peter assumed she was catching up on her grading since well she took forever to grade and it irritated him to no end. She wanted all their work on time but she couldn’t grade it on time like what. 

His next period came with Transfiguration which he unfortunately had with everyone else. He was going to pretend as if nothing happened which was a perfect way to deal with this situation. Once he walked in the room he could feel the burning gaze of his best mates which he swiftly ignored. 

Peter eyed the room and noticed James' seat was suspiciously empty which was odd to say the least. James usually sat with Lily and Sirius and Remus sat together. Peter didn’t mind sitting by himself and told them repeatedly that he was ok with it. 

Whenever there was group work Mcgonangall allowed Peter to work with Lily and James or Remus and Sirius which he was perfectly fine with. It wasn’t going to hurt him by being by himself and the positive side was that he could go at his own pace instead of being rushed or stared at whenever he did something faster than people expected him to. 

The professors never mentioned it because Peter specifically asked them not but Peter was the top student of their year. People usually mention Lily or Remus but Peter was usually number one or always stayed in the top three in terms of academics and magical prowess. 

Because of his demure demeanor and smaller size, people underestimated him and made him seem like some type of luck to his friends which he hated because Peter was friends with them because he was friends with them, he was not running after them for a morsel of attention. 

He pretended like he never saw the empty seat by skimming the parchment paper in his hands and sitting where he always sat. 

Way far back just like he liked it and he sat down burrowing his head into his hands. Today they were doing practicals about Bird-Conjuring Spells. Which was interesting so Peter knew the movements and he did them without a show. McGonagall never really came to the back and if she did it never was for Peter which he was fine with. 

The less attention the better in his opinion. 

He had two more classes left, one with his friends which was potions and the other with Remus which was Arithmancy

Peter was getting irritated because why were they starting to care right now? They’ve never cared before but one day he missed curfew without saying anything to anybody they got mad. 

He never said anything ever but he knew that Remus was a werewolf and how James and Sirius turned into animagus in order to help him. He knew he was purposely kept out because they wanted to protect him. 

Didn’t that leave a bitter taste in his mouth that he realized his own friends probably didn’t even trust him to help his other friend? So Peter did what he did best, ignoring that. He didn’t need to become an animagus and with his luck, he’d probably turn into something gross like a rat so he’ll just stay away from that mess. 

He kept his head down in Arithmancy and resolved his fate of being grilled again. 

“Why am I so dumb” Peter snarked at himself

After the class finally ended he was prepared to do what he did best. 

Ignore it 

When he was out of the room his three friends were standing there with narrowed eyes and Peter wanted to groan. 

“Leave me alone” he whined to himself inside his head 

He still couldn’t get why they cared so darn much but he walked towards them with his head held high. 

“Hey guys” He muttered to them as they all made their way to the great hall trying to pretend like nothing was wrong because nothing was ever wrong.

“Peter seriously where were you” Remus asked annoyed 

Peter groaned out loud, “Nowhere and it doesn’t matter, please let it go” 

Sirius shook his head with his gray eyes burning brightly, “No it matters” 

Peter rubbed his eyes with a headache already about to start, “Whatever i’m going to the dorm” 

And Peter walked away with James yelling, “What about dinner?” 

Peter scoffed, “Not hungry” 

And he kept on walking without looking back because that’d be dramatic wouldn’t it? So Peter was walking away normally as one does with his friends seething in the background. 

“They’ll be fine” He muttered underneath his breath 

He was actually going back to his dorm to maybe attempt sleeping again. Soon he was curled up in his bed with the curtains drawn up close and Peter Pettigrew was still staring at the stars.

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can u doooo kaoru seta as ur gf hcs? ^_^ like the little things she does for her s/o,, and cuddling hcs plz :D kaoru brainrot is so real rn

Characters. Kaoru Seta, Reader

Genre. Romantic Fluff — Warnings. None

Summary. Dating and cuddling headcanons with Kaoru!

Words. 434

⤷ I am back with some more Kaoru headcanons because everyone loves her (real) This is also sooo late I'm so sorry I doubt you still have a Kaoru brainrot but maybe this could re-start it? For more on what I think Kaoru would do as your gf, I went into it in my last Kaoru headcanons!

Seta Kaoru

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›Painting dates ! You paint for ten minutes, then exchange, and she paints for ten more. Kaoru takes it seriously, even when it results in a jumble of coloured lines that she refers to as "interpretive art," when she has no idea what it means.

When you reach over for the canvas, she likes to accidentally paint onto your hand. She also draws tiny smiley faces all over your arm when you’re focused on your art.

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Kaoru loves to pull you in for cuddles by grabbing your arms and wrapping them around her waist. If you're enjoying a lazy day in bed, she zips her sweater open and closes it around you, encasing you in her grip. She loves making you giggle and draping butterfly kisses on the back of your neck.

She buries her nose into your head when she's tired and just lays there, basking in your warmth and peaceful breathing.

♔

I can see Kaoru reciting lines from past plays when she's half asleep? She's so out of it that she believes she's at rehearsals, it makes for entertaining stories the next morning. If you record it, she'll become red and try to delete it, but she'll act as if it doesn't matter if you show it to anyone else.

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Kaoru takes a long time to wake up in the morning, so she clings to you until she feels awake. She draws random lines on your skin and pulls at your shirt. She squeezes you and kisses your forehead when she feels better, and only then does she get up.

Regardless of whether you were up earlier than her, she sits leaning against the bed for a while before stretching and reaching out for you to help you up as well. She has a drowsy smile on her face that makes it look like she's somewhere else, but she's responsive if you ask her anything.

♔

If you ever feel shy, around her or friends, Kaoru makes it her mission to help you out. If you want to push outside your comfort zone, she'll clasp your hands together and encourage you. At large gatherings, she ensures to draw all attention on her, giving you time to adjust to other people. Her heart beats loud when she watches you talk to others and let yourself free.

Once alone, she'll brag about your bravery and lavish you with other compliments. If you blush, she'll caress your cheeks and soften her remarks, for pride speaks through her eyes anyway.

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You were the last person I've ever thought of abandoning me. And now here I am, writing our little story. telling the world how much and how many times I've missed you because I can't say it to your face now. Telling the world how bad it felt from the moment you said goodbye. Leaving you clueless. Defenseless. No idea of the pain that you've caused me. At least tat's how you made me feel. Well, you've cost me a lot, I've been missing a lot of chances because I didn't want to create too many memories now that with new people who are entering my life. I feel comfortable enough, hidden in my safest zone, talking to very few old friends. When I'm not working, I'm close to watching repeated television series. Yes. Repeated. Can you believe that? Or read new books. books- yes, probably the only new things that I could add to my life for a while aside from my basic needs to sustain my boring life.

This is how I live now, I meet new people, but I've always escaped from them. Ditching them to know who I am. Or keep them hanging until they've willingly disappear in my life. This is my sanctuary. I still see you behind my shoulders when I'm facing the mirror, holding me tightly. I still look around at the familiar places where we used to sit and talk all day or all night. I still can smell your favorite perfume or think of you before I get to have the first bite of your favorite food. Sounds ridiculous, isn't it? We've had so many things that I felt so much safe enough not to lose you until my last breath. until I lie awake, with Alzheimer's disease on my deathbed. We've had so many things ahead of us- plans, children, where to build our house and grow our family, and many dreams that I thought back then we will never be able to achieve all these only because life is too short for the two of us. Because time flew by faster when we were together. I was so unaware that none of these, even one- will ever happen. And this - thus was wat blew me away, that I've almost lost my sanity.

I know it's not going to cost you much if ever by chance you would read this. i know that it's not going to hurt that much because you were the one who left. Just know that in case you did, I'v had my chest inside out while I bleed these words and realize how still sorry I am for myself. For what has happened to us. For what I thought would be a long and beautiful journey. For what I thought would be the best part of my life story.

[moodyvalentinestories]

Direction – Twenty-Two | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)

Summary: Danielle and Hunt fight? Yes, please!

Words: 800+

Notes: I promise, I'm going to try writing longer chapters again. It's just that this felt like a good place to stop.

❥ Previous Chapter: Twenty-One ❥ Moodyvalentine’s Masterlist

Thomas was scared the moment Danielle stepped out of the hair and make-up tent. She looked angry, and neither her armoured costume nor her cavewoman-like hair made her look any less terrifying. Not even to mention the sword she was holding in her hand. Luckily, she handed that particular prop to some poor PA before she stormed towards him.

“What the fuck, Hunt?” were the first words coming out of her mouth. She didn’t need to elaborate further. Thomas already knew Chris must have told her about their conversation earlier. It was not surprising in the least that Danielle was offended by that. She likely thought it an invasion of privacy that he would even comment on her sex life.

And that was exactly what it was, but Thomas really did not appreciate being lied to. And, being the stubborn man he was, he said, “Thomas. I thought we agreed on first names.”

“Oh, you wanna play that card?” she asked, now standing right in front of him. “Okay. Okay, you wanna be friends, Thomas?” His name sounded like an insult then, and he wasn’t so sure that was what he wanted her to call him anymore. “Then be my fucking friend and fucking talk to me instead of making assumptions.”

She sounded like she was about to rip his head right off and Thomas wanted to take a step back. He didn’t. He didn’t want to let her see him falter. “Whatever are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb. You know damn well what I’m talking about,” she huffed. “But, sure, let me spell it out for you: Chris and I. You’ve got your panties in a bunch over us for some reason, and I’ve just about had enough of it.”

“I do not care about your love life, Danielle,” he said as nonchalantly as he could. “I simply do not appreciate being lied to.”

“Good thing I haven’t done that, then.” She rolled her eyes. “Chris and I went to bed as friends and we woke up as friends. Whatever happened between that is none of your business.”

“It is my business when you keep me awake at night,” Thomas countered. They hadn’t, really, but he could hear them and that was enough to bother him.

Danielle let out a laugh. It wasn’t a friendly one. “Oh, is that what this is about? You’ve never made a woman scream like that and now your little ego is wounded?”

Thomas’ mouth fell open. Obviously, that wasn’t true, but he was too taken aback by her audacity to find the right words to reply right away.

Danielle took this as a sign of defeat. “I’ll see you on set in a bit, Thomas,” she spat and walked away from him.

Danielle almost felt like she was a Freshman at Hollywood U again, yelling at Hunt the way she just had. No, they hadn’t made any progress in their relationship at all. It was still just the same. He was an asshole, and she wasn’t going to take it. Maybe that last remark had been a bit of a low blow, but it had done its job in shutting him up.

She didn’t know any more than she had before, though. Why on Earth did he always have to get all up in her business? She understood that relationships and such between co-stars could be tricky, but Hunt hadn’t even mentioned that. So what else could it have been? She didn’t believe for one second that it was because he thought they had lied to him.

Danielle didn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts, though. The PA she handed her sword to earlier came to bring it back to her and informed her that they were ready to start filming the first scene. She took a few deep breaths to get into the zone and then walked over to where they would be shooting.

Hunt appeared calm as ever, but she could tell he was angry. She didn’t pick another fight, though. They needed to get this film done, and she wouldn’t stand in the way of that. She was a professional, after all.

Shooting went relatively smoothly, though Danielle did think Hunt had a few more notes on her performance than absolutely necessary. Instead of fighting back, she took them and they got the first scene done in no time. It wasn’t even noon yet when Hunt called for a break before they would move on to another scene.

“Is it just me or was that a little awkward?” Chris asked Danielle on their way to the lunch truck.

She shrugged. “Honestly, he’s got to get over whatever his problem is. Maybe he just got up on the wrong foot today. I’m sure tomorrow is going to be better.”

Though the words came from her mouth, she highly doubted them.

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[plutofromafar]

onward! to camelot!

Summary: Stefaniya joins Natasha on their new adventure.

Warnings: None

Two weeks later

[natasha's pov]

I set my helmet on the handlebars of my motorcycle, brushing my fingers through my now short, blonde hair. I put the motorcycle keys into the pocket of Yelena's green vest, zipping up one of the many pockets on it.

Mason is snoring, asleep on the ground just like he had slept on my bed when he handed off the trailer to me three weeks ago.

Three weeks ago, we took down the Red Room. Wow.

I kick Mason's feet, jerking him awake.

"You ever not sleep?" I joke.

He grumbles. "I've been in six different time zones in three days because of you."

I laugh. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah."

"What, are you scrapping together some parts? What'd you get me this time, an upside-down lawnmower?"

I follow him to the field, where he points out the S.H.I.E.L.D. quinjet.

"You see what I can you with a little bit of time and money?"

"Okay, okay, you've made your point."

"Go on, say it. I wanna hear it. It would be really good for me to hear it. Really."

"I'm impressed," I admit genuinely.

"Well, yeah."

"You've always been a really good friend to me."

"That's what every man wants to hear. Where are you gonna go?"

I smile, thinking of my favorite people. "It's funny. My whole life, I didn't think I had any family. Turns out I've got two, so... One of them's a bit of a mess right now. I'm gonna go break a few of them out of prison, see if I can help patch things up."

Mason nods goodbye and I walk off to the jet, the sun beginning to set in the background.

I take the pilot's seat, about to strap myself in when a voice makes me jump.

"Hey, blondie."

I jump up, raising my gun but it immediately gets knocked out of my hand.

"Woah! Okay, don't sneak up on an ex-assassin. Noted."

"Stefaniya?" I meet her green eyes. She looks the same as I last saw her, as opposed to myself. She's so beautiful in this lighting.

"Hi, there. Do something new with your hair?"

I chuckle in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"You really thought that I would let you run off alone?"

"What about Yelena and the Widows?"

"I think they can manage without me for a few weeks. Yelena's the one who pushed for me to go with you, anyway. If you'll have me."

"I'd love nothing more," I take her hand and lead her to the seats.

"They all say hi, by the way. They miss you."

"I miss them, too."

"And what about me?" Stefaniya speaks softly. I start up the jet.

"Depends. Are you going to annoy me the whole flight?"

"I was planning to, but Yelena warned me that you would drop-kick me out of the jet, so I'm going to say no."

"Then yes, I've missed you. Ready for takeoff?"

"Onward! To Camelot!"

"Nerd."

The jet lifts and Stefaniya and I fly off into the sunset, off to go save another family.

End of Black Widow.

Stefaniya Kotova will return in Infinity War.

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I hope you're enjoying the story so far! The next part will be uploaded soon.

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Creeps Dealing with a Friend that Can’t Sleep

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: aha I said I was in an off season but here I am. I tried going to sleep at 10pm, it’s almost 1am. Usually I‘m awake until 2-4 in the morning but I’m attempting to sleep earlier. Lying to myself at this point. Apologies for formatting I’m on my phone. Anyways—]

Slender Man

The kind of man to give you a cup of tea and send you on your way.

The tea might be drugged. Slender doesn’t actually care about pretty much everyone but as you’re one of his favored proxies… he can make exceptions.

The way he gets you to sleep is questionable. Brings you back to your room and awkwardly leans in the doorway watching you shuffle.

If he could frown—. Wants you to be in tip top shape for work. Will get you some thing within reason if that gets you to sleep.

He might tell you Germanic fairytales if you’re really not feeling sleep at the moment.

Jeff the Killer

He will jokingly tell you “go to sleep” but man he deals with insomnia too he knows the struggle.

He might make you do push-ups. When you ask why, he says “they tire me out.”

Honestly he just stays up talking to you. He knows there’s no forcing you back down. Once you’re up, you’re up.

Once you start zoning out he might pet your head out of habit.

Doesn’t leave until you’re actually asleep. Might hang around to ensure you stay asleep and then falls asleep with you.

Eyeless Jack

At first he doesn’t actually care like, it’s not his problem lmfao. But then he’s like, nah we’re cool and tosses you a bottle of melatonin.

While waiting for that to kick in, he might actually suggest meditation! I get the feeling EJ meditates every now and then because he considers it his way of “recalibrating” from a long day or week.

He will take away your screens though just so you’re not messing with your sleep schedule anymore.

He might hum to you. He has a gorgeous voice—.

You can pet him while you fall asleep and he’ll purr like a cat lmfao. He wouldn’t afford that part of him to anyone but his best friend.

BEN Drowned

Just as clueless as you are on what to do about it lmfao. He pops through your computer and lazily smiles, asking if you’re having a hard time like him.

The two of you end up saying “no <3” to sleep and stay up watching bad TV shows.

He will get the both of you snacks! Also has a habit of giving you good warm drinks that might put you in a sleepy mood. He’s actually subtly trying to get you to sleep in his own way.

He’s like a demon/ghost/entity he doesn’t necessarily need sleep. But you’re still living a human experience so—

The two of you end up passing out on the couch together as the sun comes up. It worked—just really unorthodox.

Masky (Written more like Tim)

King of insomnia. He’ll make some hot chocolate or warm milk with honey and cinnamon and plop it down in front of you. That thing is a natural sleep aid.

He’s honestly a bit prone to cuddling. He’ll hold you in his arms, smile and put on some late night boring show to get your brain to power off.

Also lowkey might read you “go the fuck to sleep” as a joke. His voice is a tad deeper due to the exhaustion rolling off him so it kinda sounds nice.

He puts you in a really safe, sweet mood and that dampens your energy enough to actually call it a night while it’s still night.

Eventually you get Pavlov’d into thinking cigarettes mean sleepy and get sleepy at the scent of Tim.

Hoodie (Written more like Brian)

Brian has always been gifted with the ability to tune out and go to sleep. He’s had to relearn that as a proxy and sleep doesn’t come as easily to him anymore.

He knows the struggle. Ends up staying up with you and talking. Slowly moving into more boring topics to get your brain tk stop racing.

He will stop you from drinking anything caffeinated after noon. Also prone to keeping your phone away from you.

Might give you his hoodie to get you in a warm sleepy mood.

Brian might also suggest listening to podcasts or rain sounds. He likes the thunderstorm ones because they remind him of summers in alabama! But he really just stays with you the entire time until you’re asleep.

Toby

He’s the kind of guy to also say “no <3” to sleep and get up and do stuff. You tell him you can’t sleep and he’s taking you out on an adventure.

He will actually manage to tire you out by how much stuff you’re doing with him throughout the night. And it’s nothing dangerous, he’s just high energy.

Eventually, the two of you are in the backseat of the car chatting, having a nice time and he can tell you’re almost asleep.

His tone switches. He’s gentler and soft, his hand might even pet you like his sister did when he couldn’t sleep. He implements a lot of what she did to you.

And before you know it, you’re asleep in the back seat and Toby is dreading moving because he kinda likes seeing you at ease. He’ll be driving back to your residence and carrying you to your bed so you wake up somewhere comfortable.

Kate the Chaser

She’ll snuggle with you and softly speak to you. She often can’t sleep and those soft moments often help her.

Very prone to getting a book and reading that out loud to you. Sometimes it’s a murder mystery, other times it’s a magazine she got from the corner store-her voice is soothing and sweet.

Kate gets you a warm drink too. If you really can’t sleep, shel might make a midnight snack—mac and cheese is the best bet lol.

Might go onto the roof and talk with you. She’ll point out constellations and individual stars, telling you the myths that surround them. It’s really relaxing.

When she realizes you’re ready to call it a night, she’s moved you back to your bed before you even realize it.

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Curiosity Killed The Cat

request: request. i’m not sure if you’re comfortable with writing it but it’s worth a try the team is always teasing spencer saying “he’s definitely a virgin” and he’s like “wtf no i’m not” one day they’re like ok well then y/n can see for herself, y/n is like “😳i didn’t sign up for this” and long story short they come back to the bau and the team is like “ ok soooo?” and y/n is like zoning out mumbling “you were wrong”

Warnings: SMUT (Penetration, oral (female recieving), spanking, over-stimulation, choking, degrading kink)

A/N: YO SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, I am going to start publishing fics again, but updates will be very very slow. They’ll increase eventually, but for now, they are slow. Love you all!

The night began at work. A late night with the team at the office, stacks of files mounted on all of your desks and you’re all gathered around to keep each other awake.

“Ugh. This is too much work. Seriously. Can’t killers ever take a break?”

You whine, spinning in the swivel chair and holding a file in the air. Morgan chuckles, staring at his own file before speaking.

“I need a drink after this.”

“You and me both Morgs.”

“I told you to stop calling me that Girly.”

You chuckle, stopping your spinning and standing up to stretch. It feels nearly impossible to stay awake. Not necessarily because you’re tired, but you’ve been staring at similar files all day and it’s getting boring and tiring.

 “I’ll do refills on coffee. Gimme your mugs.”

You say, letting them pile different sizes of cups and mugs in your arms. You saunter over to the coffee machine and set them on the counter.

You set the pot for a lot of coffee and quickly dash to Hotch’s office, where him and Rossi are.

“Yo, I’m making coffee, y’all need refills?”

They shake their heads and you shrug, returning to the coffee machine and pouring the coffee in the mugs before adding cream and sugar.

“How much sugar tonight Reid?”

You ask, turning to the tall doctor with a smirk. Luckily, you and your team are the only people left in the bullpen so you can be as loud as you want.

“A lot.”

You snort, grabbing the box of sugar and piling it in, almost emptying it before putting it on the shelf and making a few trips to distribute the coffee.

“Here you are Spencer, sugar with some coffee on the side.”

You chuckle, sitting in your chair again and picking a new file up, only to find that this was the last file.

“Oh. Anyone else wanna give me files? I’m on my last one.”

Morgan and Emily immediately run up to you with files, dropping them on your desk and thanking you. It made you laugh, watching smiles grown on their faces.

“Okay team. We’re almost finished. Just a little bit more now.”

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A few hours later you, Spencer, Rossi, and Hotch are finished with your stacks, waiting for the other three with Penelope, discussing bars to go to.

“Oooo there’s a new one downtown, we should go there.”

“Can you guys hold back your alcohol talk until tonight please? I just wanna get out of here fast and maybe get lucky tonight.”

Emily pleads, making you and the other women go “oooo” while the men groan.

“Oh boy you are right Em. I haven’t gotten laid in so long. Too long.”

You say, leaning back in your chair and looking at a flabbergasted Penelope.

“How long?”

She asks, staring at you in disbelief. You were a very beautiful woman (Don’t you fucking dare say otherwise) so people often assumed you had sex often. You weren’t private about it either. So what if people judged you? Sex is natural and anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

“Since my first time in middle school. I had a delusion that sex was gonna be this amazing thing and then it was actually terrible. I gave up all hope and never slept with anyone ever again. So you know, it is what it is.”

Everyone looked at you in shock, confused as to how you went your whole life without sex.

“Wait really?”

Morgan questions, his attention dropping from the files to you in an instant. Spencer simply stared at you in disbelief, his expression suddenly making you nervous.

“Y-yeah. I haven't had sex since middle school. It isn’t a big deal.”

You defend, but Penelope wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Oh honey I’m definitely finding you someone to take home.”

“Hey, at least you had your first time, unlike pretty boy over here.”

Morgan teases, messing with Spencer’s hair. Spencer was often teased for being a virgin, but none of you knew what to believe. He said he wasn’t, but refused to tell even Morgan about any of his times.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys, I’m not a virgin!”

“Then tell us about one time.”

Morgan says, a wide smirk on his face at the disheveled state of the genius doctor. Poor Reid just wanted to be left alone but Morgan will not let this go.

“Morgan. Not all of us are public about our sex lives like you bud. Sometimes I wish you were as secretive as Reid. None of us want to hear about how you “got it on”.”

Morgan grimaces, and Spencer looks to you thankfully. 

“C’mon Y/N, you aren’t even a little curious?”

Emily asks from her desk, finally finishing up the last file with JJ. You shrug, playing with your hair briefly.

“Of course I’m super curious, but, unlike you lust goblins, I stand with Hotch and Rossi and don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

Various groans come from the team as you fist-bump Hotch and Rossi, laughing at their defeat.

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When Morgan finally finishes, you all head to the new bar downtown, smiling at the flashing lights of the dance floor and immediately going to a small table with the rest of the team.

“Oh hells yes! This place is already fun!”

Penelope squeals, waving a worker over to get food. Morgan sits next to you, Emily on your other side and Spencer is next to Morgan and Hotch. 

“Alright my baby’s we are partying until Y/N gets lucky!”

You chuckle at Penelope’s words, raising a glass of water to your lips and taking a big swig of it before looking around. The people in there were definitely attractive, but your mind never swayed from a certain genius.

You meant it when you said you were curious, your mind had always wandered to certain images when you went to sleep, constantly imagining what he would be like.

You’re mind was so easily destroyed by him. All of your thoughts contorted by him. To the point where you can’t imagine sleeping with any of these other people, but you’re scared to ruin your friendship with him by trying to sleep with him.

“Ah guys. I’m fine. I don’t want to sleep with someone I don’t know.”

Morgan groans, nudging your side and making you laugh.

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A few hours later, Spencer has abandoned ship and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone with the rest of the team as you eat some wings.

“Oh my god I know how to figure out if Reid’s a virgin or not!”

Penelope shouts, you look at her excited face, just smirking as she squeals.

“And what is your plan?”

“One of us hooks up with him!”

You all choke on your food and drinks, staring at her in shock.

“I’m sorry what? Did you just say-”

“Actually that’s not a bad idea.”

Hotch cuts you off. You turn to his smirking face in shock. Never in a million years would you have thought that Aaron Hotchner thought one of you sleeping with Reid is a good idea.

“Hotch! Wouldn’t that like, mess with work or something?”

He shrugs, turning to you and smirking.

“What can I say? I’m curious too.”

You sigh, chuckling a bit and shaking your head.

“I say Y/N does it.”

“What?”

“Yeah! Y/N is single and hasn’t gotten laid in a while, it’s perfect!”

“Guys no I-”

“Oh my god you’re right! Plus there’s plenty of sexual tension between the two of them.”

You sigh, knowing they won’t let up until this happens. When the team wants something, they make it happen.

“Okay guys, I didn’t sign up for this, I’m not your test dummy.”

You say, putting your wings down on the plate in front of you and looking around at them all.

“Please girly? Pretty please?”

Morgan begs, clutching your hand tightly and shaking it up and down like a child who wants a toy.

“Y/N, I will make sure you get a raise in your paycheck.”

You stop and think about it for a second.

It could ruin your relationship with him forever, then again, he’s the type to forgive and forget when it comes to his friends.

And if it did work out, then things could be awkward between the two of you for a long time, or worse, he’d regret it. And like all the things he regrets, he’d ignore you until you disappeared.

And the worst you can think of, you take his virginity. Not someone he loves, not his girlfriend or wife, you. His bestfriend and co-worker. 

But still, just that small percentage that everything might go completely right and you might even get a second time with him makes it feels like it might be worth it.

“Okay fine. But I don’t want a raise. If I’m doing this it’s because I want to.”

They all cheer and you just smile, taking a swig of beer before motioning for Morgan to switch seats with you so that when Spencer comes back he’ll be next to you.

Within a few minutes Spencer returns and you feel a heat travel up your neck as you look at him. He turned to you and smiled, sending shivers up your spine as you smiled back.

“Why’d you switch places?”

He asks, you turn to Morgan for help, pleading him to come up with a fake story.

“Emily kept poking her so she told me to switch.”

He says, you practically glare daggers at him, but you go with it, turning back to Spencer and nodding with a smile.

“Yep, so now, you are stuck with me.”

You joke, trying to ease the dusty pink on your cheeks, and nudge him gently in the arm.

In a few minutes you muster up the courage to let your hand travel off of the counter and onto Spencer’s thigh, feeling your entire face go crimson at the feeling of the hard muscle.

He choked on his water briefly before looking at you, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your red face. You were trying to hide any emotion you felt out of embarrassment. 

He didn’t say anything though, you’re hand felt warm against the cool breeze of the bar, and he wasn’t opposed to your touch whatsoever.

Everyone continued talking and laughing as your hand inched upwards, and you could feel his body tense up every once in a while, and every time he did, you paused, giving him a moment to push your hand away or tell you to stop, but he didn’t. Not even when you began massaging and squeezing the muscle in your hands.

In fact, he at some point grabbed your hand and positioned it right above his own cock. You weren’t touching it yet, just hovering in slight fear.

He wants this.

You thought before slowly lowering your hand, your eyes widening at the feeling of his semi hard and fairly large cock. What the hell were you getting yourself into?

You glance at him quickly, only to find him staring straight back at you with lust lidded eyes. They were intimidating, almost scary. Usually you would have hated to be on the receiving end of this glare, but in this context, it made you feel like a match had been lit inside of you and you were just left there with a lit match inside of you.

The moment you squeezed your hands just slightly, he abruptly stood up, your hand falling from his crotch. Everyone looks at him in shock as he yanks you up.

“I need to talk to you.”

Is all he says before dragging you away. You only had a split second to turn and see the teams faces, but they were all pretty much the same. 

A shit eating smile with wiggling eyebrows.

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From the moment you were yanked into the private room with Spencer, you were super nervous. It had been years, you were inexperienced. What if he didn’t like it? What if he left because you were bad at it?

He seemed to notice your panicked state and sat you down on the bed, crouching in front of you and taking your hands in his.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. As much as I would love to prove to you that I really am not a virgin, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But if you say yes, I will pillage your body to the point that you can’t walk next week.”

Well shit, now you were fully convinced and super turned on. You had thought he was vanilla, or maybe even a bottom, but oh wow you were so wrong.

“Do it.”

Those were the only two words needed for Spencer Reid to pounce, and your plane of vision was knocked over, now laying on your back as he traps you under his body. 

His lips are everywhere. They’re on yours at first, but they travel to your jaw, your neck, and his lengthy fingers work at the buttons on your dress shirt rapidly. 

“Shit Spencer...”

You whine out as he works his hands across your body. They feel like fire against your skin. His lips are wet and messy, kissing and marking your neck for the world to see.

You grip his shirt, tugging at it and opening your mouth to speak, but a moan slips out instead. You shut your eyes in embarrassment as you feel his lips curl upwards on your collarbone, the suckling feeling feeling so warm and tingly.

“What is it baby? You want me to take my shirt off? huh?”

You nod eagerly, chest rising and falling quickly as he raises his body off of yours, and you open your heavy eyes to see him strip off his shirt. He isn’t muscly, but he’s perfect, he looks perfect.

“What do you want baby?”

You stumble over your words, your mind already fuzzy somehow by just his lips.

“You. I want you. Please Spencer I want you.”

 You beg, your hands travelling up his torso and feeling his soft skin. He leans down again, towering over you and smashing his lips on your while his hands work on getting your pants off.

His lips were safe, careful. Not aggressive, and his tongue that tasted the inside of your mouth was warm and loving, savoring your taste as you whined into his.

He was smiling so widely against your skin, his pride booming at the way you reacted to his touch. He never once thought he could get you to react like this.

“You just wanted to see if I was a virgin huh? You curious?”

You nod and shake your head, confused on why you were doing this as well. You wanted this so much it almost hurt, you’ve wanted this since day one. You were also really curious as well though.

“You know what they say.”

He leans into your ear, kissing your neck and biting your ear.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

You felt his fingers rub at your clothed pussy, your black cloth panties preventing him from fucking you with his fingers. His fingers rub against your clit, the cotton creating friction on it as well.

 “Please Spencer! Please please please!”

You beg, feeling his breath land on your cold skin in a way that felt so raw and rigid. He tugs at your panties, freeing your cunt as a finger rubs against your clit, the bundle of nerves jolting you up.

A loud moan escapes your lips as he continues circling your clit with his long fingers, His lips kissing your open ones.

Two fingers probe into you, scissoring themselves inside of you. You groan into his mouth as they curl upwards into your wet cunt.

“Shit!”

He moves his head between your thighs, licking a wet stripe up your clit, flicking it around as you moan at the sensitive feeling. It feels like electricity lighting up the sensitive nub.

A pressure builds between your legs, a spring coiling in your stomach as he suckles on your clit, fucking you fast with his fingers.

“Spencer! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it.”

It hits you like a fiery clap of thunder, the feeling so extreme and hot it almost makes you scream and you can only hope no one heard you over the music outside.

Your breathing is labored as your high dies down, but Spencer doesn’t let up, he flips you over onto your stomach, dragging you to your knees by your hips. 

“Wha-”

You get cut off by your own moan of pain, the tip of his cock slowly being pressed into your tight and wet cunt.

“It’ll get better baby, I’ll go slow, I promise. Just tell me when you want me to go, and when you want me to stop. Okay?”

You nod against the pillow under your face, tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes. A hand lands on your ass, making you yelp at the rough feeling.

“Words baby.”

You moan, palming the sheets with your fists as he pulls out completely, leaving you to feel empty.

“Okay! Please Spencer! Please I need you!”

You could practically feel his pride rolling off of him as he pushes into your sex slowly, filling you up fully. 

It’s a stinging feeling, as if you were being torn apart. But he waits, he let’s you adjust to his girthy size before moving. He really was gentle. You hadn’t expected him to be rough exactly, but he was shockingly gentle and patient.

Eventually, you got used to the feeling, it felt so satisfying as well. The feeling of being so full and warm was so pleasuring, it sent little jolts of pleasure up your spine and out your mouth, making Spencer smirk.

“You’re so tight for me. You so curious you let me fuck you huh? So eager?”

You nod, burying your face into the pillows. You want him to move, to fuck you until you break, but words won’t come out, so you move your hips forwards, letting part of him slip out of you before moving him back into your dripping cunt.

A loud groan escapes both of your lips at the feeling, his hand lands on your ass again, reddening it before taking the hint and thrusting into you carefully.

“Oh... Holy crap!”

You moan out as he continues to clench your hips, surely leaving bruises tomorrow. His thrusts remained slow and deep, but it felt just right. He let his hands wander, travelling up and down your body.

His fingers find your bra, unclipping it and letting it fall off. Your breasts move to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Faster... Please Spencer faster!”

“What’s that my little slut? You want more? You gonna be a greedy little slut?”

You could feel your cheeks become a dark crimson color, slightly embarrassed at the degrading language he was using, but you nod nonetheless, wanting him to pound into you shamelessly.

“Very well. What a dirty slut wants, she gets.”

His pace quickens suddenly, each thrust into you sharp and hitting into you just right. Loud moans escape both yours and Spencer’s lips, the room becoming sweaty and sticky quickly.

“This want you want you whore? You just want to be fucked like a cheap whore?”

Pointless babbles fall out of your mouth, quiet “Yes” and “I’m your cheap whore” being mumbled as he pounded into from behind. 

A gasp escapes your lips as he lands another smack to your ass, leaving a burning sensation that felt so damn pleasurable after the initial sting.

A familiar pressure builds up between your thighs again, Your legs trembling under the Thunderous feeling of your orgasm washing over your entire body.

You had thought that two orgasms would have been enough for him, but he doesn’t let up, even flipping you back over and thrusting into you harder. 

“S-Spencer!”

You gasp and squirm as his fingers find your sensitive and swollen clit, pinching and rubbing it with his thumb and index finger. It felt like a wave of nerves jolting every bone, your back arching off of the cushion underneath you.

He continues pounding into you mercilessly, admiring the way your tits bounce at his pace, the way you so desperately panted for mercy, but your body betrayed you.

If you really wanted him to get off of you, you would have made it much more clear, you would have been pushing him off more, but you were more just clutching him closer than anything, wriggling your body around.

You couldn’t form any words at this point, chasing after your third orgasm endlessly. You manage to spot the hand that isn’t abusing your clit snake its way up your body, playing and pinching your nipples briefly before wrapping itself around your neck. 

Soft squeezes are delivered to your throat, making you whimper and whine, your own hands reaching his wrist for support, feeling up the vein-y muscles.

“Spencer! Spencer I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum!”

You whimper out, his hand tightens around your throat and his fingers rub your clit faster and harder, abusing the already raw nerves. 

Everything felt so overwhelming. Your body was shaking aggressively each time he rubbed your swollen nub, and the feeling of him pounding into your wet cunt repeatedly slamming your sweet spot mercilessly and choking you out at the same time was so raw and powerful. 

It felt unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And with a broken moan, you came all over his cock, clenching around him and pushing him over the edge as well. 

He came right inside of you, riding out his high while slowing the rubs delivered to your clit. Your insides were twitching like crazy around his sensitive cock, making him groan while watching your entire body shake.

Soon after you both came, he pulled out, letting his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, pulling your body to sit up.

“Well, did I pass your test?”

You lazily nod at his question. You panted heavily, trying to chase after your breath.

“Holy shit Spencer... That was... Wow.”

He chuckled, grabbing your clothes off of the floor and placing them next to you.

“Need help cleaning up?”

You shook your head, meeting his starstruck eyes for the first time since he choked you. They were so bright, so in awe. 

“Alright, well I’m gonna head home so I don’t have to face the others. See you at work?”

“See ya.”

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Twenty minutes later, Spencer had gone home and you had finished getting all of his cum out of you, and now you were fully dressed, making your way back to the others in a shell shocked state of mind.

Everyone else was trying their hardest not to laugh at the sight of your shaky legs when you stumbled into your chair, red hickies all over your neck. You sat with a blank stare in your eyes, chugging your water.

“So?”

Morgan asked, knowing the answer already but just wanting to hear it anyways.

“You were wrong.”

You managed to mumble out. Everyone broke out laughing, even Hotch and Rossi.

You continued to eat your wings, The memory of what just happened stuck on replay in your brain.

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Haunting - Part 2

Summary: yup this is going to be a multi chapter thing now. BJ pushes your buttons and tries to sell himself.

Read Part 1 here

Read Part 3 here

You had finally reached breaking point when you returned home to find your documents scattered across the floor amid the mess of leftover food and ruined produce that had been ripped untimely out from the fridge. The whole place looked as though it had been ransacked head to toe.

Any relief you felt that day when Betelgeuse decided not to follow you out like a clingy plus one was instantly dashed as was the hope that he had finally given up on haunting you. Now you knew what he had been doing with his time.

Sprawled across the couch with his dirt crusted shoes resting on the chaise was none other than Betelgeuse, watching some gameshow quiz airing on TV attentively as he ignored your horrified entry.

“Oh hey! Nearly thought you wouldn’t make it back in time to watch the finale.” He snickered.

Assessing the damage, you tried not to break down in tears of frustration at the violation of your living space, your life, your dignity and now any paper thin semblance of privacy had been stolen away. Already exhausted from your work, you did not have the capacity to deal with any of this there and then.

Sucking in your breath and pushing down the urge to cry, you bent down to see what exactly he had been looking through. Medical records, financial statements, letters from loved ones. Pictures from your treasured album stained with last night’s chicken.

You were livid.

How dare he.

“Something the matter, babes?” He tittered, tilting his head backward toward you with a droll smile playing on his lips.

“You... I want you out of my house this instant! How dare you! You have the audacity to march into my life, my home, my private things and live here for half a year and then you destroy it all like it was yours to destroy! What do you want?! For God’s sake just get out of my life! Aren’t you happy? You’ve ruined mine, you know it all from the beginning now don’t you?” You gestured sarcastically to the war zone around you, a handful of wrinkled papers in hand.

“Babes, babes, babes.. I know I took it a bit far this time! I’ll be the first to admit that I was wrong. Spend a few millenia watching people go about, being invisible to them, ignored.. it makes a guy lonely, y’know?” He shot you a look of embarrassed despair, blinking like a puppy that’s just been caught digging holes up flowers in the garden.

“All I wanted was to get to know you better. You can imagine how thrilled I was when I met you! You could be my living, breathing friend! But when you started ignoring to me, I figured it must’ve been because you found me boring, so I went to find out more about your life!”

Your eyes softened for a moment in consideration. It took you by surprise. That he stuck around because he wanted a friend. But your skin crawled as if it was trying to warn you away from something unseen and dangerous crouching in anticipation in the shadows.

No, all of this was way too specific. There were other more obvious sources to consult if he truly did mean well, far from the realm of private finances and personal affects. It felt almost too planned, like he had used your anger as bait dangled tantalisingly in front of you until he had you in the palm of his hand with nowhere to run. You felt too exposed. He already knew so much about you.

A wave of coolness washed over you, leeching away the blind rage that overtook you until you were left awake and on your toes.

Casting him a suspicious glance, you worded your question bluntly, “Cut to the chase. What do you want?”

“Well isn’t that obvious, babes? I want you to summon me, just say my name three times. Easy peasy, lemon squeezie and all that jazz.” Betelgeuse swatted his hands about in a way that could never be quite achieved by a normal human, making you shudder. It was like he was trying hard to appear as non threatening as possible by acting “normal”, but if anything it came off as uncanny instead.

“Summon you?”, you repeated sceptically, “What do you gain from that? And what’s the catch?”

“I get to manifest and you know, affect things in the real world, and of course, I get bound to you, so really it’s not much of a catch if you ask me.”

“Manifest? Like become solid? And cause even more collateral damage? No way, José.”

“Uh uh uh, hear me out!” He pleaded desperately. “I knowww it sounds like a terrible idea, but it’s not. Becauseeee, I can help you out. How’s about that?”

“In what way?”

“I can make all your dreams come true. I can fix what’s wrong with your life and no one would even know. Wouldn’t you like to be rich? Respected? Think of all the things you could achieve, you wouldn’t need to work those long hours bending over backwards for people who don’t care about you. You could finally have the time to do something you’re passionate about. Everyone would finally be able to see you for who you are. Maybe you’ll find yourself a lover too. I know you’ve been awful lonely. And I happen to be great I’m bed if you catch my drift.” He wriggled his eyebrows at you salaciously and you couldn’t help but wrinkle your nose in disgust at the prospect.

There was a moment of quiet. Humbled by how well and quickly he had pushed all your buttons and insecurities. “Why should I believe you’re capable of any of those things you claim?”

“You want proof?” You jumped at the sound of your mother’s voice echoing around the room. The ghost grinned manically without moving his mouth.

“How’s this for a live demonstration?” The sound came from beside your ear, like a whisper. To your surprise and relief, the destruction that he had caused began to clear itself up before your eyes; scraps being binned and papers and precious photos stacked neatly upon the counter top.

Taking a cautious step forward to inspect them, you gasped in surprise to find that the oil stains and food that had been plastered across the paper moments ago had been lifted completely. They were pristine, as though they had never been touched at all. “How... how did you do that?”

“A little trick I like to call, magic. So whaddya say, babes? You ready to put me to good use?”

It was tempting to do it; if he could truly do what he said he could, then this was something that could be life changing in the best of ways. But the gamble of course, was that it might also change in the worst of ways. “I don’t believe in making deals with the devil.”

“Think about it. It’s an opportunity of a lifetime. I’ll give you some space to think about it. But if you change your mind, you know who to call.” He winked. “Oh, and by the way, the G-E-U-S-E part is pronounced ‘juice’,” he tacked on as he handed over a little business card from his striped blazer. “I learned that one the hard way. No one pronounces it right.”

And before you could even ask what he meant by that, he was gone.