#im going to queue the rest of them !!

[assassinhomecreedstuck]

i cant believe ive played world of warcraft for 20 years

[quotian]

John W. Gardner says that History never looks like history when you're living through it, yes. What does it look like when you can't stop living through it, though? When it's not even history to you yet? don't fear the reaper - stephen graham jones

[gaydivorcetual]

The meower

[commanderfreddy]

i never remember to explain shit anymore i just vaguepost and expect people to catch up but i finally have good news, we've made a lot of progress with my parents' estate (they both ran their own businesses and you know those images of nightmare cable management? well imagine that with bank accounts) and i actually have money now - im taking a trip to Aotearoa NZ with my mate Jules next week (dark sky reserve! lotr filming locations! snow! FOOD!) and then in august i will be moving to nyc to pursue a 2 year masters degree in library science with a focus on rare materials archival studies!! shits happening in my life!! im not just sitting in my house doing nothing all day!! and like i said i have money!! if you're taking commissions lmk bc while im focused on my getaway for the next few weeks i wanna support my friends and their art and when i get back i wanna throw u cash to draw my ocs!!

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

Just queued up tomorrow's matchups, and man. Man it's going to be a bloodbath.

[yutarot]

ride or die. l.jn smau

021 — queen of hearts. wc: 3.4k (sorry)

YN POV

you really don’t want to go to this party.

after your chat with chenle, you’ve decided that everything he said was complete and utter nonsense. you? in love with jeno? you laugh at the thought. so as you slip into the outfit that winter picked out for you and receive the thumbs-up approval from mark, you decide that you’re going to make tonight worth it. you’re going to let out all of the pent up confusion of the last few days, all of your built up emotions. you're going to spend the entire party on the other side of the room to jaemin and most certainly jeno, and no-one is going to fall in love.

its going to be simple, unproblematic: exactly what you need. you want things back to the way they were, before you discovered jeno's identity, before your life was sent into complete and utter chaos.

in all honesty, the situation with jaemin upset you for more reasons than one. because, not only did jaemin having feelings for you mean that you've had to repeatedly keep turning him down, but it then meant that jeno’s identity being exposed was completely futile, and it made you feel awful.

after all, jaemin leaked jeno’s identity because of you, and despite jeno being okay with it, you aren’t.

putting your thoughts aside, you reinsert yourself into reality, standing side by side to mark and winter, horrifically aware of all the eyes around you. haalands frat house was spacious, a hue of dark multicoloured light stretching from wall to wall, absorbed in the imminent sound of upbeat music and flood of bodies. it hasn't gone unnoticed to the rest of the people at the party the way that you and jeno have avoided each other all night. occasionally, you catch a glance of him across the room, nursing the same drink he's had since he got here, whilst you’re way beyond your sixth, or perhaps even your eighth, its hard to tell. but people were starting to notice, and whether you like it or not, you're going to have to speak to him at some point. just not yet, you need a few more drinks first.

excusing yourself from winter and mark, you see chenle and his friend, jisung, pouring drinks at the side of the room, and you make the very unwise decision to go over to them.

"pour me one?" you say, extending your cup out to jisung who shyly pours the remaining liquor into your cup. chenle however, is unimpressed, giving you the most diabolical look of discontent, his eyebrow raising.

you squeeze past chenle in silence to grab some lemonade for the rest of your drink before he finally speaks.

"you gonna explain why you're doing everything but following my advice?" his voice is laced with a humorous tone of annoyance.

"no.." you reply, "im just.. feeling out the atmosphere first."

"oh right, okay. only for two hours." he flips back sarcastically.

jisung laughs awkwardly, not aware at all what the two of you are talking about.

"okay fine, I changed my mind."

chenle gives you a deadpan look. "how so?"

"what you said yesterday, i think you're wrong. "

chenle doesn't reply, he only laughs. "yeah. okay." he keeps chuckling to himself, so much so that you get annoyed, turning back around to go find mark and winter.

if, two months ago, you had told yourself that you would have walked away from the chenle zhong at a party mid conversation, you wouldn't believe it. you take the mental note to tell mark later, rubbing in all the times that he made fun of your crush in the past.

as you get back to your best friends, winter notices the cogs turning in the back of your mind. “why do i feel like you’re planning to kill someone.” she giggles.

“she’s pretty drunk.” mark replies for you, “she’s probably just trying to keep herself from throwing up everywhere.”

winter laughs, leaning round to check if you’re okay, in which you reply. “im not drunk, just annoyed.”

winter and mark exchange a glance.

as if on queue, you realise that one of your's and winters go-to party songs has began to fill the room: exceeder by mason. jumping out of your anger feuded trance, you grab winters hand, leading her to the centre of the party.

you let yourself go, ignoring all the prying eyes of those around you, finally basking in your own enjoyment, along-side your bestfriend.

you feel free, safe from judgement.

but all of that comes to a halt when you hear renjuns voice replace the large sound of music.

“those of you that want to join for the dare circle stay here, those of you that don’t. politely, fuck off." he adds on a "thanks." to the end, as if it would make his sentence suddenly super polite.

a dare circle? at a college party? you feel sick at the thought. but winters steel grip keeps you in place, and it’s not until you’re sat in the circle ready to play do you realise who’s remaining in the room.

to either side of you sit winter and mark, and when you scan your eyes around the rest, the voices of renjun, haechan, haaland, jaemin and chenle all fill the silence, aswell as some other faces you don't recognise. but when your eyes meet the person sitting at the far end of the circle, attention already baring into you, you go cold. jeno sits, leaning back on his hands and he looks at you. his face is calm, but you sense something even deeper whirring inside him, and you’re intrigued to find out what it is.

before you can think any further on the matter, haaland yells something incoherent, and when someone asks 'what the actual fuck that was supposed to mean', he shrugs, pointing to haechan.

“the fuck do you want me to do?!" haechan argues, but haaland gives him the middle finger.

haechan rolls his eyes dramatically. “fine, you big oof, i’ll explain the rules.” he pauses, picking up a pack of cards from the centre of the circle. “each card is correspondant to a dare. the number on the card indicates how many shots you have to take if you don’t do the dare, and the symbol indicates what dare you get."

everyone in the circle nods, excitement filling the air around you

"clubs: you have to choose someone to slap you in the face.”

beside you, mark bursts into laughter, “fucking praying i get to see haaland slap someone.”

you zone mark out, rolling your eyes as you listen to the rest of haechan’s explanation. “spades: you’ll be asked a personal question to answer.”

sounds pretty self explanatory, though you’re betting you’ll get a question about you and jeno, but it’s nothing you haven’t dealt with before. it’s become second nature to lie about your relationship with him, girls constantly coming up to you asking all sorts of questions, and you know they’re just feeling you out to see if you’ll last, waiting for their opportunity to have him for themselves. you’ll never understand the appeal.

well.. maybe some things you could understand.

“diamonds: you have to give the number on the card in dollars to the person on your left.”

a unified moan of annoyance floods through the circle, pleads of ‘fuck you im broke.’ and a 'i literally just got fired' from jisung, flying around the room.

“and hearts.” he pauses, eyes scanning meticulously between each of you, “hearts: you have to kiss someone else in the circle.”

after haechan explains the rules, eager and completely incoherent yells expand from the people around you. “easy.” winter chuckles, winking at haechan, and mark throws her a look of disgust.

“i really do hate people in relationships.” mark groans. you couldn’t agree more, though you couldn’t openly agree that in this setting.

haechan shuffles the cards before placing the deck in the centre of the circle and obviously choosing winter to go first. she giggles as she picks up the top card, flipping it over to reveal the 7 of clubs. the entire circle fades into a fit of laughter as you notice the drop in haechans expression.

"fuck you for choosing me to go first." she says, aimed at haechan. you all watch in anticipation as she places herself infront of him, everyone around her urging her on as she places her palm to haechans cheek, only to (lightly) slap him a few moments later. the circle is in a disarray of chaos, haechan eventually joining in, laughing at his own seriousness.

its winters turn to choose who's next and you're a little relieved that she's sober enough not to try and mess with you. a sigh escapes you as she chooses mark, who, on the contrary, is absolutely livid.

he picks up a card and flips it, the 4 of diamonds. he kicks his feet in anger as he digs into his wallet, taking out 4 dollars and passing it to winter, who just so happens to be on his left.

"I want that back later." he says.

winter laughs, "i'll buy you a burger."

when its marks turn to choose, he picks jaemin. you immediately turn to your best friend, eyes telling him just how much you wish to kill him. mark only shrugs before whispering to you.

"games a game."

you hit him on the back of his head in annoyance.

the circle is suddenly tense as jaemin reaches for the deck, and when he flips the top card, you go stiff.

"ooooooo, 2 of spades." haechan says, a smirk plastered on his face

somehow you hear haalands voice booming over the sound of your heart racing. "let me ask! let me ask! let me ask!" you exchange glances with literally everyone else in the room as you question what the hell haaland wants to ask, but you let him because, what the hell, why not?

"how do you feel knowing your best friend is dating your crush?"

the room falls silent.

that's why not,

"what? what is it?" haaland whispers to haechan, "what did I say wrong?" haechan slaps him on his arm, getting him to shut up, seemingly very intrigued on jaemins answer.

as are you.

but jaemin says nothing. he just looks at jeno, who very slightly shakes his head, almost unnoticeable.

but you notice.

after what seems like one too many seconds of silence, jaemin reaches towards the bottle in the middle of the circle and the entire room bursts into an energy of drunken excitement and chaos.

jaemin, seemingly angry at the situation, points to the one person in the room you've been hoping, praying, wouldn't be picked.

jeno.

if you thought the circle couldn't get more tense, you were wrong.

although you know its your imagination, you feel the burning of everyones attention on you, though the dare is placed on jeno.

he says nothing, just leaning forward and grabbing a card from the top of the deck.

you study jenos face as he reads the card. his expression hardens, eyes immediately going to yours as he places the card in the centre of the circle for everyone to see.

the energy of the room returns.

you look down at the card and your heart plunges out of your chest.

the queen of hearts.

this can only go one of two ways: jeno is going to somehow down 12 shots of straight liquor, one after the other, or he's going to decide to spare himself a trip to the hospital and be forced to, instead, go through with his dare.

to kiss somebody else in the circle.

immediately, jeno looks to you, a face of question lining his features, as if he's asking for your permission.

everyone glances between you and jeno, jeering you on. you feel suffocated, surrounded by faces of both people who don't know the truth and people that do, a plethora of judgement and the utmost fear of what's true: that it has to be you, you're his girlfriend.

you begin to panic. this was it, you couldn't escape it. this wasn't like being confronted by one of samo's fangirls, this wasn't like one of your faux dates with jeno. because atleast then you could pretend it was something it wasn't.

but this is different. a kiss is a kiss.

you can barely keep up with your own mind. you decide there's only one way out of this. you have to get out of there, now. you have to find a place away from all of these faces. so that's what you do, you get up, finding yourself heading straight to the nearest bedroom.

you close the door, collecting yourself. you feel stupid, cowardly, getting up and leaving like that. if people didn't think something was up between you two before, then they definitely do now.

but it wasn't them that you were worried about.

amidst your panicking and uncontrollable embarrassment, you hear the door click.

“winter, im okay i just-“

“hi.” jeno’s voice reaches down inside you, ripping up all hope of composure. you don’t know why you feel like this, why you feel like your heart is about to explode out of your chest and make a mess of haalands carpet. but you can’t control it, no matter how hard you try to.

“sorry,” you say quietly, “i thought you were winter.”

“well im not, if that helps.” he laughs, and you grin at his silliness.

"not really.." you say, the words coming out although you don't mean for them to.

there’s a pause of silence before jeno speaks up again. “sorry if i, you know, freaked you out in there. i just thought it’d be suspicious if it wasn’t you.”

“it’s okay.” it’s not okay. it’s not okay at all.

“can i ask you something?” he asks. you look up at him, the same stoic expression plastered on his face.

“okay..”

“why have you been avoiding me?” he says, a complete contrast to whatever you thought it was that he was going to say. “everywhere i go i feel your eyes follow me, but that’s all it is. not once have you spoken to me at this party until now, and frankly, im getting pretty fucking annoyed about it.”

his words catch you off guard, you’ve never seen jeno angry like this, eyes cold and unrelentless.

“it’s just… easier to pretend you’re not here.” you reply. it’s true, jeno’s mere existence is only a reminder of how much you ruined his life. though it was indirectly, it’s still your fault.

he’s silent, as if he’s suddenly understood your thoughts, before he speaks. “don’t.”

“don’t what?”

“don’t pretend im not here. it’s killing me.”

something in him shifts, as if all the anger in him suddenly turns and drifts out of his mind, replaced by a solemn feeling of helplessness.

but his jaw is still clenched. hard.

that feeling of something else floating at the back of jenos mind overwhelms you again. you're curious, about him, about you, and suddenly your mind races back to your conversation with chenle.

'just see what happens if you follow what your heart tells you.'

jeno can see that your thinking, and you pray that he can't read your mind.

"you're not okay, yn. what's going on in that little head of yours? why did you run in here?"

you take a moment to collect yourself, deciding that you need to tell him. he's the only other person in the world that could understand what it feels like to be in the position where something fake could, so quickly, seem so real.

"everyone was watching.” you say, quietly, looking down at the floor to avoid eye contact.

but when he doesn't speak, you look up. his eyes find yours, brows furrowed.

“isn’t that the point?” he says, mocking you. you can’t help but scoff at his response.

its the attention of it all. it’s not the people that don’t know the truth that worries you, its the people that do. fear struck you at the possibility that if you were to kiss jeno, it would suddenly make everything seem too real.

and that was not what you wanted.

despite what chenle thought you did.

you realise you haven't answered him, incessantly rambling in your own mind, when a small smile lines jenos features, atmosphere shifting and causing you to tense as he speaks up.

jeno steps closer to you, and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol speaking or you’re just plain delusional, but you swear he’s looking at your lips.

your theory is confirmed the second he opens his mouth to speak.

"how about now." his voice is soft. "its just us."

you don't know what to do, to say. so you just let him speak, unaware if its the sudden change in atmosphere that's making you dizzy, the alcohol, or jenos words.

but as he continues to speak, you decide its definitely the latter.

jeno tilts his head, looking down at you. "as your boyfriend, its only right that i can kiss you. no?"

you look at him in awe.

before you have time to register what the hell you're doing, you do the unthinkable, your actions exploding with a lack of consequence and an overwhelming new urge of confidence.

just once, you tell yourself, just to prove to myself that it’s not real.

you don’t think, you don’t want to think, as you step forward and reach up, hand falling to the back of his neck. you pull his head down and almost immediately his lips find yours.

its soft, careful. but as jeno realises what's happening, the tension between you shifts and suddenly, it's as if there was something new between you, finally imploding in your senses. it’s desperate, controlled and yet you have no idea what you’re doing.

he breaks the kiss, murmuring against your skin. “you know there’s no-one watching us, right?” he leans back in, not even waiting for your reply.

“i know.” you manage to say. its a simple question, but it means so much.

there’s something so indescribably natural about it, as if yours and jeno’s relationship had been real the whole time. but it hadn’t, and you were becoming increasingly aware of it with every press of his lips against yours.

he senses something within you and he pulls away, eyes searching in your own as he pushes your hair from your face, his touch barely there. “you okay?”

you don’t need to say anything; he knows what your thinking. his hands slowly let loose from your sides, letting you stand onto your own weight and your knees almost buckle at the action. “easy, i've got you.” he says, holding you again and finally letting go only after you've regained your balance.

the air between you is thick, the confusion of what the hell just happened suffocating you.

you open your mouth to say something, to ease the awkwardness between you, but jeno beats you to it.

you feel awkward, like you want to do anything but stay in this room with him. he senses your stiffness, reaching past you to grab the door handle.

“hope you enjoy the rest of the party, pretty.” he mocks you with the last word, opening the door to let you both out of the room.

you scoff, eyes rolling with a small laugh. “i’ll try.” you say, before walking back into the room, multiple pairs of eyes staring as you both appear.

you sit back inbetween winter and mark, jeno also taking his rightful place back in the circle.

“what happened with you guys, you were gone for ages?” mark whispers.

you reply, “i think we just ruined everything.” you’re talking to mark, but your eyes never leave jeno’s.

fuck, you’re right. you really have just ruined everything.

but it was at that moment that you realised something crucial to why whatever just happened, had happened.

you wanted it to. and that very fact chilled you to the bone.

previous : mlist : next

notes; not me making up a whole drinking game because i didn’t wanna use truth or dare ☠️

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[kisses4reid]

scare | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,, (part 4)

synopsis - you’re in a relationship with some one else and have a pregnancy scare, both your own reaction and spencer’s makes you realise that you’re not happy.

part synopsis - you return to work, and a sudden revelation changes everything.

genre - bau!reader x spencer, friends to lovers, r was with someone else, douchebag bf trope, pregnancy scare, angst & fluff, comfort, reader is female with female anatomy and feminine

warnings - pregnancy is the main theme, blood, menstrual cycle, crying, inaccuracies because i have never been pregnant/ever thought i could be pregnant, uneducated reference to abortion: 'stick something up there',

w/c - 2.1k

a/n - last part. im sorry for the long wait and the subpar writing, i lost motiviation for this series and wasnt as into the story as i was before. BUT! i kept going for you guys. thank you <3 if anyone catches my hamilton reference youre my best friend

You hadn’t shown up to work for the week, taking the precious sick leave you had been hoarding and spending it all on arguing and throwing things into cardboard boxes. Not your stuff, but Lloyd's. And Spencer had spent those days pulling at his hair, tapping his fingers on his desk, and watching the automatic glass doors of the bullpen open just to find somebody else.

To everyone else’s knowledge, you simply had a bad stomach bug, but to Spencer it was much more. His stress was just a ticking time bomb waiting to detonate if one more person asks him how you were. Because he didn’t know. Not only were you physically absent from Spencer’s life, but virtually as well. No texts, calls, online likes or tags. It made him think the of the worst possibilities.

That’s where he was now, sat at his desk, finger tapping, leg bouncing, eyes darting from glass doors to blank phone, before he grabbed his phone and started to Hotchner’s office. His steps echoed in the early morning office sepace, patting his sweaty hands down his pants. But he didn’t make it very far before he heard Garcia’s familiar squeal, and your own genuine giggle.

Six days had been the longest you went without seeing Spencer, let alone your entire group, since you got the job. But you couldn’t put such a burden on these people, especially not the one who had seen you break down in his own apartment. To you, this was something you needed to figure out slowly and alone. Alone. Thank god, you were single now.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, just a flu?” Garcia asked, slipping one of her arms into yours and walking you to your desk.

“Stomach bug.” You smiled, patting her hand and sitting down at your desk. You looked at all of your trinkets and photos, happy to see that you never actually put a couple photo on your desk, and happy to see a photo of your team all together instead.

Spencer spun on his heel and widened his eyes, a breath escaping him in relief.

“Y/n.”

You looked up and stared at the man, the bags under his eyes deepened and the creases between his brows appearing like scars.

“Spence, hey.” You smiled as Garcia took his hurried steps as her queue to leave.

“How are you-“

“He’s gone. Sorry you cut you off.” Your hands started fidgeting, you looked askance. Spencer’s eyes betrayed him in his shock, thankfully his lips didn’t betray him in his happiness.

“Oh. That’s great.” Spencer nodded and had to shake the sudden urge to grab your hands and squeeze them. He could feel the possibilities in his fingertips by the second, but he couldn’t lose sight of the bigger issue here. “Are you gonna work a case with us? Are you feeling… better?” He asked with full care in his warm brown eyes.

“Yeah, I’m better. I mean, I’m not great yet but I’m better. Still thinking about things.”

He nodded, but before he could ask anything more, the rest of the team emerged from the elevators.

“Eden Lim, missing for 9 hours after her mother left the front door open to let in fresh air. Power outage in the neighbourhood took out all the air conditionings. Neighbours are either elderly couples or other families.” JJ handed out manila folders and picked up the remote to the Tv screen, showing a photo of a sweet little girl with her mother in a slightly professional set up. Aaron nodded and started, “Wheels up in thirty, JJ organise a meeting with their sheriff and investigators.”

On the plane, you were surprised to say the least. You found out you were pregnant by a sudden sickness, and now, you felt fine. Even though you didn’t get plane sick often, you expected at least a little nausea or maybe a headache. But honestly? You felt fine. Maybe you were a superwoman, one of the rare lucky mothers that don’t get sick often.

That’s what starts to distract you, the thought of the future. You didn’t know anything about pregnancy, let alone parenting. The last time you babysat was for Emily’s cat. Your hands started sweating and you bit the inside of your lip to attempt a suppression of nerves, but you obviously weren’t slick enough.

Hotch sends a glance your way, “You okay, Y/n?”

You smile softly, “Yeah, just the plane is kinda waking up my stomach.”

He nodded, seemingly accepting of that answer, and you gave yourself a mental fist bump.

You try to refocus on the case, but another factor is making this specific one harder.

Eden.

The top name on your baby name list since you were 16, the one you sort of planned to use without much second thought. The one who belongs to a missing child.

A young man who had just lost his son stole Eden, took her to his house, and treated her well. He was a father who had suffered loss, and took from someone else in the same way so that he wasn’t alone in his feelings.

Something about that felt slightly relatable. If Lloyd knew how you were feeling, maybe he would understand the weight on your shoulders.

You walked with Spencer to your desk, the aura around you both feeling like it was going back to normal, just with another layer on top. The secret kept between you two, a bigger one than any of the others. You flicked your small, dark green scarf over your shoulder, the difference in temperature from the case hitting you harder than usual.

Spencer slipped his satchel over his shoulder and sent you a smile. You felt a spin in your stomach because of the sight, and looked down to hide your face discreetly. You heard a small clear of the throat and then Spencer’s voice,

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Every time the victims name was mentioned, you sniffled, you rubbed your arm, or took a harder breath. Why is that?”

You widened your eyes, nearly laughing at the question. You had no idea Spencer was paying that much attention to you. Honestly, you thought he was going out of his way to avoid you to lower the chances of the team getting suspicious.

“Oh, it’s just uh. Eden has been on my baby name list since I was a teenager.”

Spencer’s shoulders tensed slightly, and his mouth opened as he nodded. His heart broke a little more. And he realised this was the first time you two were having a conversation since the night you stayed at his apartment. Not only was it making it real for you, it was making it real for him. Although, he had already vowed to himself that he would help you out with anything you needed, he doubted his mental capacity to take care of a baby made from the women he loves and a man he despises.

You both started walking to the elevator, always the last two in the office before Hotch, and you subconsciously stayed close to him. A pang hit your lower stomach that you pushed down.

“How are you doing, physically and mentally?” Spencer pushed the button with the down arrow, and looked down at you. His hair was slightly ruffled, his tie askew, but his eyes were how they always were when they looked at you, full. Full of care, of adoration, of worry, of knowing. Full of… something that could ruin both of you if he made the wrong decisions.

You took a breath and had to tear your gaze off of his, “Well, like I said, I broke up with Lloyd. He didn’t want to be a father, and when I told him I didn’t know what to do with the… baby, he said… he said… he told me to ‘stick something up there’ if I couldn’t afford another way.”

Spencer felt a rush of rage wash over him, his cheeks reddening and his hands fidgeting harder by the second. How could he?

“Basically, the opposite of how you reacted,” you laughed but it didn’t last long.

“Y/n… why haven’t you told me about him before? I didn’t even know you had been talking to guys until you were already dating one of them. If you told me about him I could’ve… I don’t know.”

“Open my eyes?” You smile sadly, and nod. “If I told you about him, and about how he acted… it was kind of like complaining about a sapling to an oak tree. Complaining about a page to a library. Complaining about a dickhead to…” You shook your head, “I felt embarrassed. And, I want you to think highly of me. But I guess after all of this, I can’t really help it anymore.”

Spencer stopped you in front of the elevator and took your hands, he looked at you with concern, and a bit of anger.

“Y/n I don’t hate you, or think any lesser of you just because you’re… pregnant, or because you were with a bad guy. I think that, while it’s true I think Lloyd is a terrible guy and I don’t see a lot of logic in staying with him, it was your own decision. I’ll always respect that.” He glanced down to his hand holding yours and let go of it.

Your eyes widened, panic shot across your face.

“Y/n?” The elevator doors opened.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” You turned and ran to the toilet, hearing Spencer’s steps behind yours a moment later. He called your name, asked you if you felt sick, and it made him feel guilty for making you stress in a time like this.

He hadn’t fully processed that you weren’t just his best friend, his love, but his pregnant best friend.

You pushed on the ladies bathroom door hard and darted for a toilet stall. There is no way I’m peeing my pants in front of Spencer Reid.

You closed the stall, and soon heard Spencer enter the bathroom with no hesitation to the fact it was a women’s room. “Do you need to hold your hair up?”

And even though the offer played with your heart, you quickly denied him, “No, Spencer, I’m not sick. I just needed to…”

You wiped, and suddenly you felt dizzy. Red.

Red?

“Blood…” you whispered to yourself. "Oh my... god."

“Blood!? Y/n, should you go to the hospital?” He stood closer to the door as his heart rate picked up.

You stood up, pulled up your pants and opened the door. Spencer nearly fell into you.

You screwed your eyebrows together in confusion, and all at once a million feelings hit you. Hatred, sadness, depression, heart break, hope, denial, acceptance… relief. You looked down, unable to look at Spencer as your heart quickened, and covered your mouth with your shaking hand.

“Spencer, I’m on my period.”

His big eyes searched yours, looking down and over your face and body and it was like watching him piece a puzzle together. “You’re not…”

You shook your head, and a wave of relief hit you all at once, tears hitting you like a tsunami, your arms wrapping around Spencer’s shoulders like unforgiving ropes. He stilled for a moment, before reciprocating the tight embrace, a breath of air leaving him in the contact. He squeezed his eyes shut and gripping at your work shirt causing wrinkles to appear between his fingers. His large palm warmed your back in soothing strokes before they laid tightly around your ribcage. Honestly, hugging you was a big thing he had been thinking about in your absense - they were always genuine.

You let go and smiled at Spencer widely, the first one you gave him genuinely in too long a time. Spencer placed a hand on your cheek and wiped a tear gently, smiling back at you.

“Oh, Spencer, I’m so… sorry.”

He stopped in his tracks and widened his eyes, “Why?”

“I made you worry for so long-“

“Hey, a false positive is not your fault. You had a less than 1 percent chance of getting one so it’s no wonder it didn’t cross your mind. My mind, as well.” His heart swelled as you two looked into each others eyes. Happy, relieved, suddenly aware of how close you two were to each other.

Spencer dropped his hand, and looked down with a cough. “I’m happy for you, Y/n.”

You nodded with a shy smile, and turned to look back at the toilet, “Well, I’m gonna… you know… take care of this and then… do you wanna get a drink? I need to... I need somewhere that's not my apartment to think about this.”

He blushed slightly, realising where he was, and picked up his satchel, “Yes, of course. Do you want to go to mine? We can pick up drinks on the way?”

"That would be amazing, thank you Spence." "Anything for you."

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[morgana-larkin]

Can I please please request an angsty but wt a happy ending fic with Mel/Reader? Mel getting wt mr fireman just pissed me off….. anyway setting is as is in s4 except readers exists as a teacher too and is in love wt Mel, which everyone knows and Mel kinda feels it too (and she sctually likes her too!) but she doesnt wanna believe it since shes like Janine’s age. Al throughout the school year Mels flirting wt reader at the same time she casually seeing mr fireman and so reader is conflicted. Comes ep 4, when Mel gets pissed by mr firemans rejection, reader hatches a plan to come clean and bare her feelings to Melissa but then she hears ‘The’ convo where mel says she doesnt wanna stay casual anymore and then reader leaves crying she didnt hear that mels reason is that she wanna be wt reader. Queue more angst before their happy ending, please decide how that goes.

….. and all that.. im sorry this is such a specific promt the ep just got to me real good😭

Hey anon! I'm totally with you on how you feel about the firefighter! I wasn't going to write this so soon after it was sent to me but after seeing him in the most recent episode, let's just say I immediately starting writing this out of hatred for him. And I would like to ask for someone to warn me if he's ever in a future episode! I watch the episode the next day on Disney+ so there's time for a warning, just saying. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Summary: Everyone keeps telling you that Melissa likes you and you're not sure if you believe them or not.

She Likes Me, She Likes Me Not

Warnings: Jealous reader

Words: 4.5K

“Hey Y/n.” Melissa tells you and you turn around to see her behind you in the parking lot.

“Hi Melissa! How was your weekend?” You ask her.

“It was good, I saw Robinson again.” She tells you and you hum. “What bout you?”

“Had a relaxing weekend after all the grading I had to do last week for the mid term report cards.” You say and she smiles.

“That’s good, you deserve a relaxing weekend.” She says as she gets her phone out from her bag.

“Thank you. Is that a new blazer?” You ask her and she nods.

“It is, I’m glad someone always notices.” She tells you.

“Well I notice a lot of things about you.” You say and she looks at you with a smile.

“Is that so?”

“Ya, and might I add, as much as the blazers look good on you, your leather jackets look really good on you.” You tell her and she laughs.

“Like women in leather jackets, hon?” She asks and you shrug.

“Maybe.” You say.

“Well maybe I’ll wear one tomorrow just for you.” She tells you and you look at her and she winks with a smile. You feel a flutter in your stomach at that before her phone gets a notification. “Captain Rob is messaging me already, it’s not even 8am.” She complains as she enjoys quiet mornings before she has to teach.

“You don’t have to reply right…and you’re already replying.” You say as you see her put her glasses on and begin texting.

“If I don’t reply right away then I might forget.” She tells you and walk into the breakroom.

“Would it be bad if you forgot?” You ask her and she chuckles before she puts her lunch box in the fridge.

“Maybe not, it’d be bad if I forgot to message you back.” She says as she’s getting some coffee from the pot and you put your lunch in the fridge. 

“Damn right it would be.” You say and she smiles at you.

“Do you need some coffee?” She asks and you nod before looking at the pot.

“Just take the last of this one and I’ll make another pot.” You tell her.

“No, give me your mug.” She says and you tilt your head.

“Meli-”

“Give me your mug or the rest of the coffee is getting poured on your head.” She says sternly.

“You wouldn’t, would you?” 

“Wanna find out?” She asks and you give her your mug.

“Not really.” You tell her.

“Wise choice.” She says and then the trio calls you over. You thank Melissa for the coffee before going to sit down with the trio. Melissa then makes a new pot of coffee while glancing at you a few times. The only one who seemed to notice her glancing at you is Barb.

“You could just tell her your feelings.” Barb mutters as Melissa sits down with her coffee.

“No idea what you’re talking about.” Melissa tells her.

“Girl, you like her and she likes you, so just tell her.” Barb says, quietly enough so you don’t hear.

“She doesn’t like me, she’s the same age as the trio over there. She wouldn’t like someone who’s my age.” Melissa says and Barb shakes her head.

“She likes you, we all see it.”

“I’m not going to tell her, plus I like having these casual relationships.” Melissa tells her.

“Alright.” Barb says and then Melissa glances at you telling some story to the trio and she smiles before she remembers what Barb said and she looks down.

“So are you going to tell Melissa?” Janine asks you quietly so Melissa doesn’t hear.

“Tell her what?” You ask.

“That you like her.” Janine says as your jaw drops as Jacob looks at you with interest as he waits for your answer.

“I-I, how do you know?” You ask her.

“Because it’s obvious.” She simply says and both Jacob and Gregory nod.

“Well I’m not going to say anything.” You tell them.

“Why not?” Jacob asks you.

“Because she’s still having that casual thing with the fireman.” You tell them.

“But if you told her then she might stop so she can be with you.” Janine says enthusiastically and you shake your head.

“I think you also forget the fact that she doesn’t have feelings for me.” You say.

“Oh she has feelings for you.” She tells you and Jacob nods.

“It’s obvious.” Jacob says.

“She’s just nice and funny, doesn’t mean she has feelings for me.” You tell them and they don’t look convinced but drop the subject.

On Tuesday morning she walks to her classroom and she passes by your classroom and sees you spinning in your chair. She stops at your doorway and knocks on the door.

“What are you doing, hon?” She asks.

“Getting dizzy.” You say and she walks in. “Getting my mind off of all the work I’ll have to do next week.” You say and she hums before she stops your chair and you see she’s staring at you. “Woah, there’s like 5 of you, I honestly can barely handle one of you.” You say and she giggles.

“I get that a lot.” She jokes. “Maybe having some coffee and talking to some coworkers will help.” She suggests.

“Maybe.” You tell her and stand up. You go to walk but still slightly dizzy and you lose your balance and fall into Melissa but luckily she catches you. “Maybe I need a minute.” You say as she helps you sit back in your chair. 

“So what do your little 3rd graders have to do next week that you’re stressed about?” She asks and you look at her.

“You say that like an insult.” You tell her and she tilts her head. “They have two tests next week and because the art teacher is on vacation, I don’t have that free period to mark them.” You tell her and she sits on your desk.

“Well if you want then I can help you mark them next week.” She offers and you look at her.

“Melissa, you have your own work to grade.” You say and she puts her feet on the arms of your chair and gets you to look at her.

“I’m offering to help because I can. Now, do you want me to help or not?” She asks and you look at her.

“Yes, please.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Then I’ll help, now was that so hard?” She asks and you sigh.

“Yes.” You mutter under your breath and she tilts her head.

“What was that?”

“I said no.” You say and she hums.

“That’s what I thought. Now, come on, let’s get some coffee in you.” She says as she gets down, gets you to stand up and brings you to the break room by grabbing your hand.

You and Melissa have gotten close since the beginning of this year as you returned for another year at Abbott after you got hired and took her third graders so she didn’t have a split class for another year. She avoided you for the first 6 months of your first year but then slowly began talking to you as it seemed like you were staying. Over the summer you began realising that you have a crush on her as you began to miss her. You ended up sending her a text at the beginning of August to tell her happy birthday and then you kept texting her, and to your surprise she kept texting you back. She ended up asking you on the 2nd week of August to meet up to spend some time together before school starts and you immediately said yes. 

Since the school year started, her attitude towards you changed drastically as it seemed like she actually cares about you. She’s brought in a few dishes for you to try, has invited you to her house to have dinner, makes jokes when you’re having a bad day, knows how to calm you down when a parent or anyone else makes you mad, and she tries to help you anyway she can as you’re a new teacher. You decided early on that you’re not going to question her or make a big deal out of it as you like the attention she’s giving you. Unfortunately last year you were at the CPR training and overheard her talking about being casual with captain Robinson, so when you caught feelings for her, you decided to keep it a secret.

On Wednesday you were filling out a student’s file while Melissa was writing something down. You put the file in the cabinet and then went back to Melissa.

“So what are you doing on the weekend?” You ask her.

“Nothing yet, why? Got something you want to do?” She asks and you nod.

“Well I was thinking maybe we can order some pizza and watch a movie on Saturday night.” You offer and she smiles as the front door opens.

“Sure, sounds like fun, we can have it at my place.” She tells you and you nod before she looks to see who entered and you both see Gary there.

“Hey Gary.” She says and then looks at you as you start to walk away. “I’ll see you later, Y/n.” She says and you nod before you leave them to have a moment alone.

Gary walks in a few minutes after you and goes to the vending machine as you’re making a coffee.

“Hey Y/n.” He says to you and you look at him.

“Hi Gary, how’ve you been?” You ask him and then look at him.

“Well I’m getting married.” He says with a smile.

“Oh congrats, that’s what you wanted.” You say as you remember the reason that Melissa dumped him.

“Ya I do. So how have you been?” He asks.

“I’ve been good, finished report cards on time so that’s always good.” You tell him with a small laugh.

“Ya, that is good. So how long have you and Melissa been dating?” He casually asks and you furrow your eyebrows.

“Me and Melissa? Oh we’re not dating. Why-why would you think we’re dating?” You ask him.

“Because of the look you two gave each other in the hallway.” He tells you and you look down. “Oh I see, feelings are there but no one’s admitted anything.” He says.

“There’s only feelings on my end, none on hers.” 

“Look, take it from me, from someone who’s been with Melissa. She likes you but just like she was with me, she’s too scared to admit it.” He says before he continues refilling the vending machine. You then let it run through your brain as the bell rings and the other teachers start to filter in after a few minutes.

“Hey Y/n, so what movie do you want to watch on Saturday?” Melissa asks as she walks in.

“I don’t know, but I have a feeling you might have a suggestion.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I might.” She says as she grabs her lunch and gets her food out as you listen to a few of her suggestions. As she mentions the suggestions, you notice Gary looking at you and you glance at him and he has a smile on his face. He then mouths ‘she likes you’ to you and you look back at Melissa who seems to be giving you a description of the movies to help you decide which one to watch.

On Thursday you happen to arrive at the same time as Jacob and Melissa. You hear parts of their conversation as you’re texting a couple friends back.

“So who are you bringing to Gary’s wedding?” You hear Jacob ask.

“Probably Captain Robinson, he’s always a good time.” She says and you look up from her phone as thoughts race through your mind all at once.

“Jacob, he’s still saved in my phone as fireman number two, I think we’re good.” Melissa tells Jacob and realised you missed a whole conversation. You’re even more conflicted now as you think that Melissa immediately thought to invite Captain Rob instead of someone else or even you. If she likes you like everyone says then why didn’t she think to invite you instead?

You notice a shift in Melissa at lunch as she storms into the breakroom. You wait until after school to talk to her. You catch up with her in the parking lot and she turns around to face you after you call out to her.

“Hey, just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” You tell her.

“Captain Rob turned me down for Gary’s wedding.” She admits. “He already has plans with another girl on the same night.” 

“Well that’s his loss. I bet that you’re more fun at a wedding than whatever he has planned with that girl.” You say to her.

“They’re going to the symphony.” She says and you scoff.

“See? His loss.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Thanks, just disappointed. Thought I’d have a date for my ex-boyfriend’s wedding.” She says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She tells you and you nod before she walks to her car and drives off.

That night, the thoughts go through your mind. You think this might be the right time to tell her about your feelings. That firefighter is going out with another girl and Melissa is looking for a date to the wedding. You think you should just tell her that you can go to the wedding with her and that you have a crush on her, that you have for 8 months.

On Friday morning you walk in with some confidence. You went over your speech all evening and you have the perfect one that you want to say. You know Melissa is here as you saw her car in the parking lot. You walk through the school and make it to the break room, before you walk in you hear Melissa yelling and you open the door slightly to hear the conversation.

“No, no I don’t think I do.” You hear Melissa say softly.

“I think someone wants to go steady.” Barb says and you lean in closer to see if you can hear who they’re talking about.

“I think it’s good that Captain Rob rejected you. Made you realise you don’t want to be casual anymore.” Jacob says and you freeze.

She wants to be with Captain Robinson? Him! Why him! Everyone was saying that she liked you and now here she was saying that she wants to be with Captain Rob. You then run away to your classroom, lock the door, and then you let the tears flow. 20 minutes pass by and you hear a knock on your door and you try not to make any noise as you were right on the other side of the door. You look at the time and see you still have 10 minutes until school starts.

“Y/n, are you in here?” You hear Melissa ask. A few seconds pass and you press your ear to the door and you hear her sigh. “Where could she be?” You hear Melissa ask before you hear her heels get more and more faint as she walks away. 

Melissa being casual with people was one thing, you can live with that, but here in a relationship is completely different. You’d have to watch as he hugs her, kisses her, touches her, makes her happy the way you want to be with her. You end up avoiding her the rest of the day as you try to work out your feelings and process the information of her choosing him instead of you. Melissa takes notice of how you don’t look her way or talk to her at lunch, you don’t text her throughout the day and you don't wait for her in the hallway so you can both walk to your cars together. Melissa is confused by this sudden change and she doesn’t even know what happened. She tells Barb as she walks with her to their cars together.

“Maybe she’s going through something and just needs some space. But you’re seeing her tomorrow so she might be back to herself by then.” Barb says and Melissa nods as she reaches her car.

“Ok, ya, maybe. I really do need to talk to her.” Melissa says before she gets in her car and drives home. 

The next day around noon, Melissa is cleaning up and she feels a vibration in her pocket. She reaches in her pocket and takes her phone out and sees she got a text from you. She quickly goes into her phone and her smile drops at your text.

You: Sorry, have to cancel, I think I’m sick

Melissa: Ok, hope you feel better

Melissa sends the text and puts her phone back in her pocket and slumps down onto the couch. She was looking forward to spending time with you, to have fun with you, to talk to you about something important. She then realises that she can still do two of those things before she goes to have a shower. After a shower she gets dressed, does her hair, makeup, puts her leather jacket on and then she’s out the door. She knocks on your door 10 minutes later and you open your door without checking who was there first.

“Melissa?” You ask before you cough.

“Hey hon, I figured I could come over and help you get better.” She says and you stare at her before you step aside to let her in. She steps aside and takes a good look at you after you close the door. You’re wearing your robe, hair up in a ponytail, eyes slightly puffy and your nose is red, more than likely from blowing your nose. 

In all honesty, you don’t know if you’re sick or just heartbroken and the symptoms match both. You were coughing a lot but it could have just been from the screaming and crying you’ve been doing, so now your throat is dry. You have to blow your nose a lot but it could just be from all the crying. You know you don’t look your best as the colour has left your face quite a bit but that was also a symptom of being sick and heartbroken.

“Do you have a fever?” She asks and you shrug.

“I don’t know.” You say, voice raspy and dry. “I have a runny nose, coughing and feeling lethargic.” You explain and she hums.

“Sounds like just a small cold. Do you have medicine?” She asks and you nod.

“Bathroom cabinet.” You say as you sit back on the couch. Melissa has been at your place numerous times so she knows where most things are by now. She comes back with the medicine a couple minutes later and gets a spoon from the kitchen. Your house is a bachelor, so everything is open and Melissa has told you many times that she likes your open kitchen, more room to cook. She goes up to you, puts some medicine on the spoon and feeds it to you before she puts it down on the coffee table and sits on the couch next to you.

“Have you eaten at all?” She asks and you shake your head.

“Don’t have an appetite right now. I just want to sleep.” You tell her.

“You can put your head on my lap if you want, I don’t mind.” She says and you look at her in confusion.

“Melissa, why are you here?” You ask her and she tilts her head.

“I already told you, I came to help take care of you.” She says and you lay down, head on the pillow on the other side of the couch from Melissa. 

“Don’t know why you care.” You mutter before falling asleep. Even though you muttered it on the brink of sleep, Melissa clearly heard it and she furrowed her eyebrows. 

You wake up and you smell something good and hear movement behind you. You look over and see Melissa making something in your kitchen. You see some grocery bags as well and realise she went to the store to get some things to cook for you. You then notice that there’s a blanket around you and a box of kleenex on the coffee table close by. You stand up and wrap the blanket back around you before you make your way over to the kitchen.

“Hey, you’re awake. You should go back and rest.” Melissa says as she sees you walking over.

“I need to stretch my legs. What are you doing?” You ask her.

“Making soup. Something full of what you need to help you feel better and also something easy to digest.” She explains. 

You watch as she continues making the food as you sit down at the kitchen island. She hands you a small bowl of the soup when she’s done as she puts some in another bowl for herself. You take a couple small bites and you hum.

“It’s good.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Did you have any doubt that it wouldn’t?” She asks and you can’t help but smile.

“Maybe a little bit of doubt.” You say and she rolls her eyes playfully. You eat the whole bowl as she only gave you half a bowl.

“Want more? I made plenty. There’s like 10 servings of the soup left.” She tells you and you shake your head. 

“I’m good for now, but thank you.” You tell her and she nods before you go to the couch after she refused to let you help clean up. She joins you on the couch a few minutes later and she looks at you.

“Can I ask you something?” She asks and you nod. “Before you fell asleep, you muttered something, you said, don’t know why you care.” She says and you let out a breath. “Do you really think I don’t care about you?” She asks you.

“Just don’t know why you’re here instead of at your new boyfriend’s place.” You say and she furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

“Boyfriend? And who’s this boyfriend that I apparently have?” She asks.

“Or at least your future boyfriend, Captain Robinson.” You tell her and she turns her body towards you and moves some loose strands out of your face that fell out of your ponytail.

“Hon, he’s not my boyfriend, he’s never going to be my boyfriend.” She says and you look at her.

“But, you were angry that he was going out with another girl and you said you didn’t want to be casual with him anymore.” You say and she tilts her head.

“How do you know I don’t want to be casual with him anymore?” She asks.

“I overheard your conversation in the break room on Friday morning.” You admit and she hums.

“And how much of that conversation did you hear?” 

“Just the ending. That you don’t want to be casual, that you want a relationship with him, and Jacob saying something about that it’s good that he rejected you.” You tell her.

“Is that why you avoided me on Friday?” She asks and since you have nothing to lose, you nod.

“I see.” She says and you look to see her thinking about something. Thinking about how to phrase the next sentence. “You seemed to have eavesdropped at the worst moment.” Is all she says and you look at her in confusion.

“The worst moment? I shouldn’t have eavesdropped at all!” You yell as you stand up, blanket dropping from your shoulders. “If I didn’t then I wouldn’t have heard that you want to be in a relationship with that…dumbass!” You yell and Melissa gets up and goes to you. “No! Don’t come near me!” You yell at her and she stops in her place and nods.

“Ok, I’ll stay here.” She tells you.

“Do you have any idea what it’s been like for me? To watch from the sidelines, how you sleep with man after man who definitely don’t deserve you in the slightest.” You say and she opens her mouth to say something but you keep going. “Or how it feels to have fallen for a person who doesn’t even think twice about you? Cause I’ve fallen for you and think about you all the time and you just see me as a friend to hang out with every now and then.” You say and then realise you just confessed your feelings by accident. You then fall down and start crying on the floor. Melissa immediately runs to you and wraps her arms around you. “I said don’t touch me!” You yell and try to break free but she holds on and you eventually just give up fighting and cry in her arms.

“Shh, it’s ok.” She soothes, trying to calm you down. She moves one of her hands to your head and begins scratching your scalp and rests your head on her chest. Eventually you run out of tears and your whole body feels like it can’t move so you just stay wrapped up in her arms on the floor. “You’re ok.” She says and you take out your hair elastic as it started bothering you and let your hair fall around your face. Melissa moves your hair out of your face before she shifts to get more comfortable on the floor.

“I probably just ruined everything between us.” You say with a sniffle.

“No, you didn’t.” She tells you softly. “Truth is I’m glad you mentioned having feelings for me, it just makes this easier.” She says and you lift your head to look at her.

“Makes what easier?” You say.

“Earlier when I said that you eavesdropped at the worst moment, I said it because you didn’t hear that I was talking about you.” She admits and you just stare at her. “I was talking about wanting to end being casual with Robinson and be with you.” She adds and your jaw drops. “Y/n, I like you but I’ve been so scared about telling you. I thought that maybe you liked me as well but you’re 30, you’re 24 years younger than me. I thought that maybe you don’t want to be with someone as old as me.” She tells you and you surge forward and kiss her. 

Melissa is shocked for a second but then kisses you back, she puts her hands in your hair and keeps you close as she doesn’t want the kiss to stop. You both pull back when air is needed and she leans her forehead against yours with a soft smile. 

“So if I got this right, that Captain never stood a chance.” You say and Melissa giggles.

“You got that right.” She says with a smile before you go and kiss her again. You kiss her with more force than she was expecting and she ends up falling backwards on her back with you on top, still kissing her, and she laughs.

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IF YOURE OPEN TO IT MAYBE STREAMER SE-MI X FEM!READER!!!! I LOVED UR NAMGYU AND THANOS ONES AS WELL

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Se-Mi Version

IF IM OPEN TO IT?!? WHEW BABY AM I?!?! I LOVE MY WIFE!!!!! hope you enjoy :333 I hope you like it !!!!!!!

Warnings: none, sfw, fluff, despite being sfw this blog is 18+

“I’m gonna go live, baby..”

You smile, bare feet pattering against the wooden floor of the apartment as you jog down the hallway. “‘M coming!! Wait for me!!” You call out, giggling and rushing into the office.

“Never would start without you.” Se-Mi says, turning around in her desk chair to face you, “wouldn’t be a good stream if you weren’t sitting all pretty on the couch behind me”

She’s opening her arms, beckoning you over. Never one to deny your girlfriend, you’re striding over to the space between her legs and wrapping your arms around her.

Instantly, Se-Mi is tightening her arms around your waist and pushing her face into your stomach, nuzzling into you like she’s trying to get into your skin, “mmm, you smell so good..” She hums, hands trailing down your back to grasp at your ass, pulling you into her even more, “good enough to eat~”

She bites playfully at your ribs, right under your bra, her teeth clenching around the fabric. In a fit of giggles you’re pushing away from her, grabbing her chin and shaking her head back and forth playfully.

Your thumb gently brushes over her bottom lip, playing with the sliver ring that rests against her pink, pillowy lips. “Ya got a stream to start soon, you can’t keep them waiting.”

“Mm, I suppose you’re right.” She responds playfully, lips puckering to place a kiss on the pad of your thumb. Tapping lightly on your ass, she’s spinning back around to face the monitor. “Go get comfy, beautiful.”

You’re walking over to the small couch against the wall, it’s out of frame but allows you to sit and watch both Se-Mi, the computer monitor with chat and whatever else she was doing for her thousands of subscribers and viewers.

“Annnnddd we’re good?” Your girlfriend’s voice echos out through the room, talking to the stream that eventually fills will with comments saying the stream was running well.

“Hell yeah, alright, it’s Thursday so we’re listening to music you guys send in to review it. I think we got some stuff already in queue-“

She does it effortlessly, attracting more viewers by the second and laughing along with the mass amounts of comments supporting her. This is one of the reasons why you always insist on watching her stream- the way she does it like it’s second nature to her, entertaining and engaging the viewers while having the widest smile possible. It’s adorable.

It’s odd, you think, maybe a trick of the blue light of the computer and the golden yellow hue of the ring light, but Se-Mi always looks so good. Her sharp features are accentuated by the light, her dark eyes shimmering every time she laughs with a wide smile at some comment by the chat, it even practically spotlights every time she plays with the lip ring that hugs her plush bottom lip.

Safe to say, she looks so fucking good. It’s a beauty that has your heart skipping a beat every time you watch her stream. Happy, laughing, completely in her element- it was such a good look on her.

And the chat always thought so too…but it seemed like this stream, with sleeveless shirt she had on that showed off the bandeau top she wore under ever so slightly when she raised her arms or turned to the side- the chat wasn’t nearly as tame as usual.

You couldn’t even fault them for it. She did look so good. The black choker she usually wears sitting so prettily on her neck, the silver jewelry in her nose and on her lip sparkling every time she turned her face, her outfit that showed off her waist and arms, and her hair that fell in her face just the slightest bit- oh yeah. You wanted to worship her then and there. So of course the devoted viewers thought so too.

But she was streaming- reviewing music that was submitted by the same chatters who are sending borderline obscene comments in the chat.

“Ohhh shit~” Se-Mi coos, nodding along to the beat of the submission someone had sent, “this is so good, I’m definitely adding it to my playlist.”

‘It should be !!our!! playlist’

‘Thinking bout that song and kissing her <3’

‘Omg her liking this song just makes her so much hotter’

You frown, just slightly as you watch the comments roll in from your spot on the couch, you’re used to it really- your girlfriend is hot- people are going to try and flirt. Normally, it made you proud. That was your girl!! The chatters could flirt all they want but at the end of the day you were the one riding her face- so jokes on them.

But something about the comments talking about song playlists with her and making out with your girlfriend to some song that doesn’t even come close to the handful of playlists you’ve made for her- it’s making something inside you tick with annoyance.

“Ohhhhh~ this reminds me of this artist I really like. Hold on, do you guys know this one?!” Se-Mi says excitedly, paying no mind to the comments or missing them completely (you weren’t sure). She’s leaning forward, face closer to the camera as she clicks through her shared Spotify screen.

She’s pulling up a band you showed her, a song that was your song. Your heart flutters. Even if Se-Mi wasn’t boisterous about your relationship with her, she always made sure to do something on stream that was for you, just for you. A slight nod to her favorite girl in the world, you.

Your frown is replaced with a small smile when the soft thrum of the song you know all too well begins to leak from the headphones she has on. Se-Mi turns a bit in the chair, looking over to you and smiling wide. She winks, a subtle motion that isn’t picked up on her face cam with the angle she was in- it was only seen by you- only for you.

You laugh silently to yourself and blow a dramatic kiss her way before she turns back to the computer set up. Goofy, wide smile on her face, Se-Mi goes back to reading the chat.

‘Omg stfu, she’s so cute.’

‘She’s so hot for knowing this band’

‘She definitely saw my DM recommending this! Ugh I knew I had a chance.’

Your face sours again, it was annoying that someone else seemed to think they showed your girlfriend the song you showed her.

“See I knew you guys would fuck with this one…” Se-Mi responds to the chat, “my girlfriend showed me this band when we first started dating.”

The way she says it, it flows so easily. Anytime you hear Se-Mi call you her girlfriend you feel like you’re being confessed to all over again. And for her to do it on stream and after someone thought they had even the slightest chance- Your smile is widening and your heart is skipping a beat.

Your eyes flick back to the chat, it’s instinctive at this point, you wanna know what the viewers are saying to your precious girlfriend.

‘She has a gf?!? Ugh rip.’

‘All the pretty ones are taken :(‘

‘Omg yall didn’t know she had a gf?! She’s literally so pretty, se mi deadass posted on her ig.’

The frown that was forming once more turns back into a smile seeing the most recent comment (given it’s removed from view seconds later with more chatters), seeing it makes you so happy. You two were public but private- so it made sense that some of the newer viewers that came from her popularity boom recently had no idea who you were.

Se-Mi chuckles, nodding in agreement to the comment you were happy about. She never paid attention to the flirting or the attempts at trying to get with her- she was more than happy with you and no comment from some random faceless (viewer or anything for that matter) could take her eyes away from you. She was completely and utterly devoted to you.

“My baby is so pretty isn’t she? She literally is so beaut- OHHHH MY LOORDDD! Guys, she bought me the signed, handwritten, lyric sheet from that artist I mentioned, you know the one I did a whole album review on last week- yeah! That artist!” Se-Mi cuts herself off, unintentionally, to boast about you.

“I mean like…I don’t even know how she found it, but it’s handwritten lyrics from my favorite song signed by the artist! She’s the fuckin’ best.”

You’re sat on the couch, smile so big your cheeks are hurting. It’s not often she talks about her private life or you so openly, she prefers to keep her private life her private life…but she can’t help herself sometimes. So every so often on streams, like now she’s ranting about her love for you and how great you are!

“Oh! Damn, my bad guys, the song ended…I’ll give that one probably a 6/10- like its good but compared to the first one of the album it wasn’t as good. Plus we still have 5 songs to get through so I don’t wanna get a head of myself.”

And just like that, she’s falling back into line with her music reviewing. It was cute- anytime she ranted about something she was passionate about, be that you or music, she gets this adorable smile on her face and her eyes light up, she starts talking with her hands too- it makes your heart melt.

“Next song!” She’s cheering, clicking play and sitting back in her chair to listen intently.

You curl up on the couch, pulling the blanket over you body and settling in much like her, leaning back and listening to the soft echo of the song out of her headphones and the sweet sound of her voice commenting on the songs.

Every so often your eyes drift back to the monitor, catching the chats responses. And for the most part, they’re friendly supportive comments that make you happy she has such a great community.

But with being an online personality…not all comments are just friendly.

‘I’m telling you let this one land and you’ll like it, the intro is just weird’

‘I can’t believe you gave the last song a 6 :( rip’

‘Your gf is so cute for that gift omg. Talk about soul mates.’

‘What gf? I looked at her ig and there’s not a pic of her’

‘Oh I found it….so far down. Must not be serious….sooo heyyy ;)’

Your eyebrows furrow, your breath hitches, you try not to be upset- you’re painfully aware that this random person has no chance with your girlfriend but reading it still doesn’t feel good. It also makes you mad for her…she’s trying to do what she loves and she’s being practically objectified by random commenters.

Se-Mi doesn’t even intend to read that message, she just happens to catch it. It’s a reaction that’s engraved in her. She’s immediately pausing the music on stream and spinning her chair to the side to face you.

“C’mere.”

You look to her confused but she’s beckoning you over with her hand, “C’mon!! Wanna show you off for a minute, humor me.”

She’s smiling at you so wide, eyes shining with an admiration you could never get tired of seeing- you have no option but to oblige. You’re standing up from the couch and walking over to her chair. Se-Mi wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, making sure you’re in frame- then she’s pulling you to sit on her lap, arms wrapping around your waist and squeezing you.

“So yeah! She’s literally the best! I don’t know how she knew what song to get me the lyric sheet of, I swear I’ve never told her-“

“You play it all the time Mi-Mi. Of course I know it’s your favorite without you telling me directly” You giggle, saying the nickname that she only allows you to call her, her cheeks flushing a soft pink like they always do when she hears it.

Se-Mi is groaning playfully and hiding behind your back, knowing she’s about to get teased by her chat for being so soft for her pretty lil’ girlfriend.

“Awhhh come onnnn~” she’s groaning playfully nuzzling her face into your back before pulling away and reappearing in frame when she’s leans back to the side. Her eyes flick through the chat- making sure no one is saying anything mean about her baby.

‘Lolllllll!! Is it still ‘not serious’ now?! Omg ban that one chatter plz.’

Se-Mi laughs and nods in agreement with the commenter, “yeah funny they should even try to say it’s ‘not serious’ when I have a tattoo of her lips somewhere on me that I can’t show you all per twitches terms of service.”

You’re pushing her playfully, squealing and covering her mouth, “Shhh, ohmygod, you guys didn’t hear that.” You say looking into the camera with a pleading look.

Se-Mi shakes free from your grip and places a soft kiss on your fingers before taking your hand in her own, “so yes, it’s very serious, always has been and definitely always will be.” She says to the chat but she’s looking up at you with the most lovestruck grin on her face.

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[jakesangel]

jake x pregnant reader ꣑୧ - headcanon ver

if you think boyfie jake is soft, husband jake who is waiting for his kid to born is the softest and person you would ever meet. he would never let you do anything. the second he knows youre pregnant, the only thing he can think of is your safety and your well being, along with the soon-to-be-born baby's.

꣑୧ will hold your belly all the time. seeing you in pain would pain him, so either in super market queue or just standing in the kitchen he will hold your belly to sooth you.

the queue is so long today ma'. you hear your husband say as he remove himself from the cart. he never lets you pushing it making you question his demeanor. he takes your hand to hold it and comes behind you to hold your belly in a back hug, i shouldn't have let you out today, he whisper in your hear, his chin resting on your shoulder. he kiss it before saying will it be okay today to stay up, mama ?

꣑୧ talking about your belly. he will kiss it and talk to it 24/7. you guys will alrealy have a name planned and right in the morning he'd say goodmorning [ your baby's name ], i cant wait to see you in x days n such...

꣑୧ name any craving he will get them ! any time of the day or night, he will get you and get you your weird snack that could only be found 10km away from where you are.

jake ? you whisper as you jerk your husband awake. you tried to sleep it away, but your current craving couldnt go away for the past hour. he rub his eyes, after sitting next to you. you okay ma'? tho he is tired and could be mad because you woke him up, his affection never failed to reach you, im craving [___]. you sigh qnd look away as you say it, ashamed what your body is making you do. awww is [ your baby's name ] all hungry ? baby must eat well at all times right. he says with baby voice, wanting to ewse youe anxiety. he then looks back at you, holding your chin so you can face him. ill come back in 10, my ma' he says before kissing you.

꣑୧ he'd go to every classes about babies and becoming a parents. every single one. even if you're not there, he will actively listen n take notes so that he is prepared for everything. he'd even take classes on how to labor in case something goes wrong....

꣑୧ you will be forbidden to do anything. everything is on him. all the chores or even if you need to bend down to get your shoes, you'd have to call him or he will be mad/sad. he only wants you to stay safe n not move around too much. and will ibf act scold you if you don't let him do things., even dropping his affectionate pet name.

y/n. you hear jake coming close behind you. you were bending down as you dropped your lipgloss on the floor and didn't want to bother him for such mundane things. what did we say about this. he goes on his knees taking the objet and your hand to help you get back up. his tone is almost cold but you can hear his affection thru his words. he hands it back to you and retreat his hands once you try to reach for it. you know what he wants, as it happened a lot in you early days of pregnancy. i promise i won't do it again, jake. you say with a smile, both knowing you'll mostly likely do it another time. but as always, smily jake is back and finally hands you your lipgloss.

jake as a husband - with kids jake as a dad

jake x pregnant reader- drabble ver

princess love letter : perhaps i could consider getting pregnant if jake would be my husband ᵕ᷄≀ ̠˘᷅ ㅎㅎ

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[thepepsislvt]

Hello! May I request for more HCs of Kid and Killer being in a polycule with gn!reader? I love how you write them!!! It's fun reading your work, you got me liking the idea of being in a polycule with Kid and Killer lol. Thank you and have a nice day/night!

I did it finally! im sorry it took so long i was sick for the past week and a half

but here it is!

Warnings: Cursing, Kid

okay so heres how the bed sharing works

Kid sleeps all sprawled out on his back (snoring so loud)

he takes like 76% of the bed

Killer takes like 18% of the bed cause he sleeps on his side

that other 6% is yours and you gotta figure out how to sleep comfortably on top of Kid

its rlly hard since hes either fighting god in his sleep or snoring so damn loud in your ear

Killer doesnt snore he just breathes really loudly

Kid literally hates when you leave the bed for literally anything

queue to you having to literally body slam Kid back into the bed just to get him to shut up and stop yelling at you

anyway so to avoid that happening again you have to walk to his snoring pattern

imagine trying to go to the bathroom and his snoring stops for like half a second

mini heart attack

When Kid gets sick

oh my fucking god

this man is insufferable

will complain about EVERYTHING

“i cant BREATHE”

“my neck hurts”

“i DONT WANNA TAKE THE MEDICINE IT TASTES LIKE SHIT”

this man will not shut up unless hes alseep

he doesnt do anything in the period hes sick

he gets better in 2-3 days easily but god those 2-3 days are the worst

When Killer is sick Kid acts like hes gonna die

Killer will still do his duties but with lots of breaks to rest

Kid constantly tells him to rest more and the rest of the crew will do his duties

Killer once listened and when he came back the Victoria Punk was in shambles

he’s not doing that again he just takes more breaks

he blows his nose so much and Kid always goes “eewww”

mf acts like he don’t cough up mucus all the time when he’s sick

Killer is usually better in 3-5 days

When you get sick Killer constantly checks up on you and makes sure you don’t push yourself

Kid will just down right avoid you

“you ain’t getting me sick with your damn virus”

Kid makes you sleep in a different room

it’s okay Killer sleeps with you anyway

if you’re sick longer than 3 days he eventually sucks it up cause he hates sleeping alone

when you play board games with them Kid makes up rules as he goes along just to win

but Killer kicks ass in Uno and even if Kid cheats Killer will win

I have so much stupid shit to say about Kid hes so funny

[the-s1lly-corner]

Saw that you were doing cotl stuff so can we have a lamb x reader sorta thing were reader was one of the first followers the cult had making lamb have a soft spot for them 👀 it can be how a follower was starting a fight with the reader and lambert immediately stopping it despite just coming back frim a crusade and sent the follower to the stocks? No pressure at all i just thought it'd be a fun scenario :3

Lamb with a soft spot for follower!reader

writing this and posting it immeadiately to kind of show off im writing for COTL as well now- any COTL requests sent after like- idk 24-48 hours will be put in the queue like any other request notes: reader is lambs first follower, admin is still trying to figure out how he wants to write lambs personality, approaching this with how he personally perceives the lamb CWs: none

its so obvious to everyone else in the cult that he has a soft spot for you, regardless of if he tries to hide it or not

always without fail agrees to any request you have for him; going out to get something from darkwood to even sacrificing someone

you can get away with most anything, as well, whether it be because he lets it slide or because most of your fellow cult members are too intimidated to snitch on you

instantly breaks up any fights you get in with followers, sends them to prison until he feels theyve been through enough

youre probably his first disciple, or at least one of the first and boy are you dedicated

its not just lamb tending to you and spoiling you, you return the same energy and not just because hes your leader

brings you things he finds while on crusades he thinks youll like- gifts, food, and so on!

you have matching robes, making you stick out from the rest of the followers

imagine having a tent next to his, assuming you dont just outright share with him- always checks in with you before heading to bed if hes not out on a crusade

i dont think he would ban you from going out and risk getting hurt, if you can fight for yourself then he trusts you to go out and come back

leaves you in charge when hes out for longer than usual so the cult doesnt fall into shambles in his absence

[neteyamyawne]

OKAY WAIT- Submissive Ao'nung begging to make Tsaheylu while you overstimulate him into a needy lil brat??? "Y-yawne-" - "Shhh~"

(Yes, Im just as awkward-----^)

Umm lemme just- ✋🏼

Y'all are getting fed cuz ohh boy am i ovulating 😭

You're not awkward, SEND IN MORE!!

For @neteyamswillow, my current bbg, Ily!!

Smut under the cut mdni!!!!

He whimpered as he reached your waist to pull you off his overly sensitive pulsating cock, your wet folds sinking down on him with another breathy moan Tumbling from your lips.

His attempts were good for nothing as fat tears rolled down his flushed teal cheeks, your hands on his chest, chasing your upteenth orgasm as he begged to go slow, fucking him low and slow, drawling out the climax as much as you can, making him suffer in immense pleasure.

He looked up at you with teary eyes, mouth agape as he panted heavily leaning against the palm tree, the bark digging into his back but he didn't care, all his attention was on the way your pussy swallowed his cock like a snug glove designed for him, but the overwhelming sensation was making him go CRAZY as he watched your hips roll over his, your lewd moans were music to his ears, the jiggle and bounce of your tits were just enough to make him loose himself in you.

His tail thrashed like a wild cat, biting down on his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud, your Siren eyes knew everything, your submissive little plaything loved it when you-

"what happened, big boy? Go on, scream out my name, say my name, let them know who you belong to"

You crooned in his neck as he moaned, his grip on your waist tightened as he felt himself getting closer to another nerve-wracking orgasm "um'ma please- please go slow, yawne, fuck!-"

he groaned loudly as goosebumps spread through your body when he came and painted your red walls white, thick ropes of cum coating your pussy, not long before you came after him, gushing over his twitching cock still buried deep inside you.

You laid on top of him, both of you a panting plie of mess as his breath staggered, your face in his neck, planting soft kisses on the smooth skin of his chest and neck, sucking playfully time to time, his hands roaming on your back and hair.

He whimpered softly holding your hand softly and brought his braid forward for you to see, the pink tendrils of his queue dancing together "y- yawne- pha- please" begging you desperately but be was cut off by your kiss on his lips, silencing him into oblivion as his lips moved against yours, pulling you closer.

"shh shh~ I know I know" you whispered, your breath fanning over his lips, resting your forehead on his as you brought your kuru over and connected them, both of your gasps filled the air around you, your minds intertwined together on a level above a physical understanding.

"Ole nagti kameie" he whispered, tail wagging behind, forehead to forehead, nose to nose as he smiled softly.

"Ole nagti kameie"

I'm obsessed!! Send me more please 😭😭😭😭 i wanna write more, lmao I've completed half of my Kinkmas 😮‍💨

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[filmbyjy]

hiii

you may not recognize me and thats because im (kinda) new hehe.. anyway, i've been kinda stalking you- but that's besides the point. i loveee your workss!! keep up the good work <3 idk if asks are open, but if they are, could you write a fluffy fem!reader x bf!niki where the reader comes home from a long day, and niki comforts her?? and if you cant, its totally ok <3

have a nice day!

a/n: this has been in the drafts for a year now💀 so sorry, I am trying to clear the drafts but my schedule is shit and we all know I suck at keeping up with my schedule😍

WELCOME HOME

it was past 8pm when you had treaded through the front door of your apartment. your body sore from leaning over the tables and wiping it. normally, the cafe you work at was peaceful and was decently packed but after a viral video that practically wowed the internet.

there had been more and more people stopping by everyday. the cafe was decently sized but it was short staffed so sometimes you had to man the cashier, do the dishes, clean the tables and make the drinks. for normal days (before the surge of people), there was about 2 people working per shift, not including the 2 bakers in the kitchen as they were the behind the scenes staff that were required to be there.

with not that many staff per shift, it was hard for you and whoever was working that day to manage the cafe. that also meant more demands from the customers who think they are entitled to make a mess of the space as 'customers are always right'. curse, whoever made that quote.

you were mentally and physically drained. you just needed a good long rest for the rest of the week. however, you couldn't do that. not when your off-days were already used up for visiting your family back in your hometown. if only you could just...take a breather.

"welcome home, baby!" ni-ki slides into the hallway just as you walked towards the living room. you gave him a tired smile.

"hi riki, why aren't you at the dorm?" ni-ki gives you a playful pout.

"already kicking me out? baby, you wound me. i came to see you and you're already pushing me away." he says as he throws his (long) arms around you. "you weren't answering my calls so i assumed it was a long day at work and you didn't charge your phone."

you took out your phone and tried to turn it on but it was indeed dead. "sorry, today was a hectic day. couldn't even get a proper lunch break. there was so many people coming over for the past week."

"yeah, i heard about it. jake hyung talked about wanting to come over and buy some desserts. they did look good but since you know us being celebrities...we could get mobbed."

you hummed, "that's fair. it's a good thing you didn't go. seriously, have never seen such a long queue outside of the cafe in my whole years of working there."

"there was a queue?" he says as he pulls back from the hug.

"yeah, i felt like i was working at some fancy restaurant. oh god, speaking of there are so many karens trying to scam me and gaslight me into thinking i did something wrong when i did nothing wrong." you groaned and buried your head against ni-ki's chest.

he pats your head. "were you the shift manager?"

"usually i am whenever i am working that day."

"mmm, then you could've kicked them out and taught them a lesson."

"trust me, i wanted to but i can't i'll lose my job so i just sucked it up and patiently worked with them and even gave them a free bagel."

"not the free bagels, baby. they'll just come back again for more." ni-ki huffs.

"i know but what am i supposed to do." you sniffled as the tears that unknowingly appeared falls. you were just mad and exhausted. ni-ki obviously heard it so he pulls you back and cups your face.

"hey hey, don't cry. everything will be fine. why don't i run you a bath and then order some of your favourite food, okay?" he wipes the tears that were falling down.

"will cuddles be included?"

"of course. cuddles will be included. now, just lay in bed and i'll get the bath running." he pecks your forehead and goes to move to bedroom. however, you grabbed his wrist.

"carry me to my bedroom?" you pout. ni-ki smiles and scoops you up in his arms. he princess carries you over to your bed and places you gently onto the mattress before going over to the bathroom and getting ready the bathtub.

you had shut your eyes for a bit since you were tired but the exhaustion took a toll on you and you fell asleep for a little. ni-ki shakes you a little. "baby? the bath is ready. go enjoy it, i already placed an order so the food should be on the way soon."

you hummed and went over to the bathroom to remove your clothing and step into the bathtub. you laid your back against the edge of the tub and shut your eyes again. the candle light making everything moody and warm. you were enjoying the comfortable warmth and silence, much better than the bustling sounds at the cafe. this felt nice.

you had spent in the bathroom for about 20 minutes or so before deciding to get out of the tub. you didn't want to your fingers or toes to look like dried prunes so you decided to just get out of the water. you had grabbed the towel and dried yourself off. you could hear a knock at the door.

"baby, i have pyjamas with me. i forgot to leave them inside the bathroom." you opened the door to ni-ki. he had one hand out to hold the pyjama set and the other hand covering his eyes. a very gentleman thing of him to always do if you came out of the shower in just your towel.

you had noticed he too was wearing a pyjama set and it was similar to yours. of course, he loved matching things with you. you grabbed the pyjamas. "mmm, i think you forgot to grab my undergarments."

his ears quickly turned red in embarrassment. "ah, i knew i forget something. i-i'll just leave the room so you could change." and so ni-ki bolts out of the room and shuts the door. you shook your head, laughing a little since he was so adorable.

you changed into the pyjamas after putting on your undergarments and then went out to the living room. there ni-ki was, turning on the tv and searching up your favourite anime to watch together and setting up the food onto the coffee table. you had come up behind him and back hugged him.

"i have the best boyfriend in the world." you say. ni-ki smiles.

"well, let's not forget your boyfriend is one of a kind. where can you get another nishimura riki, member of boy band enhypen, in the world." he boasts. you playfully rolled your eyes and released him.

"that's very humble of you, riki." you playfully say.

"oh, i know. i'm just that hot." ni-ki smirks. you laughed.

"yeah, you are. now, will my hunk of a boyfriend please just cuddle and eat with me?"

"of course, i'll eat with my beautiful and amazing girlfriend any time." he steals a small peck to your lips and settles down on the couch. you gave him a playful gaze and settled right next to him.

after some time, you found yourself tangled with ni-ki. your legs and his long ones were somehow crossed in between in each other as you cuddled like cats laying together.

"oh, it's over?" you say.

"no, it can't be." ni-ki gasps.

a flash to the tv showed 'season 2 coming soon'. it made both you and ni-ki groan. "that's lame. we have to wait for the next season? that's going to take 1-2 years." ni-ki whines.

"they're going to pull another 'Spy Family' thing where there isn't going to have episodes in the next season, i can feel it." you complained.

"boooo. let's watch something else." ni-ki grumbles.

"yeah, let's watch-"

"let's watch, you. you're really pretty." ni-ki says as he stares down at you. ah, this playful and teasing ni-ki is appearing now.

"that wasn't that smooth, riki."

"well, to me it was. besides, this is a signal for you to reward me and i don't know give me a kiss or at least a peck? i am an amazing boyfriend, right?"

you snort, "yes, riki. you are but you're not getting that peck."

"what? why." he pouts.

"because..." you got closer to him and watches you with adorable doe eyes. before you unexpectedly peck him and ran away. ni-ki sits there confused, trying to analyse the situation properly. until he finally digested it.

"hey! get back here!" he yells as he tries to chase after you.

you could've not felt any better.

and being with ni-ki helped it.

[glitterjay]

— cute sub psh

⭒ what happens when you find out your sweet and caring boyfriend has a darker side he's been hiding? | mlist!

⭒ sub!sunghoon, afab!reader, begging, denial of orgasm, masturbation (m. receiving), pet names, hoon has a praising kink, suggestive content under cut mdni.

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @defnotfertilizedtoesw

you and sunghoon had been dating ever since your senior year in high school. he was the sweetest, most smartest boy that could ever exist, and honestly, you were just the average normal girl who tried not to fail more than one class.

the relationship was wonderful. he'd always take care of you. your parents were basically in love with him as well, always thanking him for doing what he's doing to protect you in any way. little did you know there were dark thoughts behind that angel facade.

you and sunghoon had agreed on a sleepover at his apartment. his roommate was gone for the weekend, and you both took this as the perfect opportunity to spend time for yourselves. your boyfriend was in the kitchen preparing more snacks and popcorn while you stayed in his bed looking for a show or movie to watch.

the screen showed various opttions, one of them getting your attention almost immediately. the communication between you and sunghoon was probably one of the things that kept it so steady. you guys had talked about being intimate with each other beyond make out sessions, but you never really had the opportunity.

with 50 shades of gray displayed on the screen, an idea ran through your mind. you went through his closet quickly, finding a long white t-shirt that would obviously fit you like a baggy dress. you took your cute sponge bob pajamas (with a small pout since sunghoon was wearing matching patrick star pajamas) but your idea was more important.

you grabbed your phone from the nightstand, connecting it to the small speaker beside the tv and playing the soundtrack from the movie. you laid on your side across the bed, intentionally riding up the shirt so that part of your thigh showed a little. right on queue, sunghoon's footsteps started getting louder and closer.

"hey, baby, have you seen my-"

his words got caught on the back of his thorat. the sight was definitely erotic, and his cock twitching was clear evidence of that.

cute sub! sunghoon who asks you to rub his dick faster and harder.

cute sub! sunghoon who moans loudly when you call him a good boy.

cute sub! sunghoon who is gripping the bedsheets for dear life.

cute sub! sunghoon who feels like cumming every time you praise him.

"b-baby, please please please. 'm so close," he said. his hair was sticking to his forhead, glistening with the sweat that was dripping down. your hands were doing wonders to his cock, and hebwas very vocal about it. "hmgh! im- im gonan cum"

suddenly, your hand stopped moving. resting at the base of his dick. sunghoon's head shot up, tears threatening to fall any second. "no, no, no, no! why! i- i was so close!"

"darling, darling please," he took your hand into his, moving it at a fast pace again. his hips bucked up as he moaned loudly. "i'll pay you back, just please let me cum."

if you were being honest, seeing him in the verge of tears turned you on even more. it was going to be a fun and long night.

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[voidcat]

i. welcome to summoners rift

characters: narumi gen, gn!reader

a/n: the game i had in mind while writing this is league of legends.. boo i know. anyways i tried to keep the LoL terms down so itll be easier to understand. reader is implied to be a part of first division- part time operations leader but more involved in data collecting and medical side of things, (I’ll decide fully later)

. i need to make this pathetic loser suffer in games so bad its not even funny anymore... first of many more fics to come im afraid

The first few times to play it safe and because it’s what you’re used to, you take a generic support class— Seraphine got crowd control, enough damaging spells to trigger a DoT or do some extra last minute damage, provides shield, speed and health.

A well balanced support and pretty, Narumi cannot help but think as the Seraphine on his screen hits ctrl+3 and dances for the third time while waiting for the opposing team to make a move. You seem to know what you’re doing, you placed wards, dance when it seems idle but keeping your attention enough to cut it when you suspected an ambush few times. Plus it’s one of the most recent skins you got for the champ so he knows you know how to play the champion, despite your low score on her-

After all, not everyone has been playing this damn game for 5 to 10 years now, a newbie is no problem as long as they know how to play and show it. You leave the minions to him, heal him at critical moments the enemies thought he was dying so he can attack back and get them one by one— you’re good, and you’re especially good with him.

By the time the entire team gathers on the same lane, pushing to the opposing team’s base, you send your ult at the perfect moment, charming four enemies at once and creating the dream situation of any player.

Well, the rest of your team slowly dies because of heavy damage over time they took but it’s alright. The screen says in big letters: PENTA KILL! With his champion icon right under it, and in the game chat even the opposing team congratulates him, saying it was insane game play.

Then Narumi hears that same melody since the beginning of the game whenever you hit the dance animation and a new message in the game chat:

> victory dance for that lovely penta ( *｀ω´)

Reading the message, he watches your champion dance with his eyes glued to the screen, heat rising up to his face… absolutely adorable is what it is. Standing there with his champion, he then hits ctrl+3 as well to join you on the dance, letting the minions carry on.

The game is about to end, the opposing team begs in the chat to not end, to keep playing, meanwhile his team makes some jokes referencing early minutes of the match. Then at the last second, Narumi quickly types in and hits send.

The chat box reads: ‘support diff’

Before queuing up for another game, his hand acts on impulse and invites you to the lobby.

And to his surprise, you accept!

The sound of message notifications reaches his ears short after and he quickly reads over.

>awww >seems like someone enjoyed my presence;P

Adorable and cheeky, this just might be his best in game interactions by far. without a word, he queues up another game and another, the night goes on.

messages from you in-game keep on coming, at one point he thinks to himself "what he hell is a fryslan bop" to which you just send a keyboard smash followed by a "its a song lol"

so you are a chatter, he gathers quickly. not often but when you do, you send in a lot. he soon catches up to when you're actually talking versus spamming a song's lyrics while having Seraphine dance in your stead.

until you cancel the queue start up and send a message.

>gotta go >its late >booo >we jst got started >work tmr sry T-T

with a sigh, he watches as you leave and tries playing another match, but for some reason during the entirety of the match, he has no fun.

when you log into your game accounts in the evening, relieved to have an easy day, you notice a few friend request. "kaijuslayer"

you click accept and before you can open another tab, you instantly receive a lobby invite. its unreal how quick this person is... and how much he enjoys gaming, apparently. with no plans for the night and no desire to do anything else, you accept the invite.

Narumi is over the clouds to see not only has his request being accepted but also his invite too. gaming is more fun when you are winning, and thus playing with people who know what they're doing. you pick the same champion again and accomodate to his various picks, supporting him however he needs. it's perfect, it's distracting. while the two of you wait for the client to find another match, you begin to talk. since it's a friday, he tries his shot and asks if you'll stay for longer this time.

>nah >my v much serious v grownup job has saturdays too >and awfully early waking hours >sucks to b u> v serious v grownup huh >yea? >im starting to suspect u might b a child >OLIFSDJFIGOJSDOLŞGJSDFOLŞG >the calls coming from inside the house

before Narumi can send a reply, the 'match found' screen pops up and the two of you leave it there.

the match starts off smooth. he's farming a good amount, the two of you reached level 6 before the others, and as the opposing lane tries an ambush, you hit them with your ult, charming them in the process. as narumi begins to unleash his combo, your slowing down waves slither there gently, quitely. then follows your shield and speed buff, and right before his very eyes, your now-powered-up-double skill hits the enemies and the screen reads: "TRIPLE KILL" with your icon next to it.

as much of an ideal support as Seraphine is, Narumi remembers the fact all too painfully that Seraphine was first released as a midlaner... a very much capable AP damage unit if built that way. a part of wants to see, and a part of him is afraid of what he might see if he goes to check which items you have purchased- or if it was a brilliant calculation by itself.

as Narumi stares at the screen, Seraphine dances again, sometimes ending the animation to go around him. seeing him frozen for far too long, you ping him few times. as if his misery, and his kills stolen wasnt bad enough already, your team's jungle has the audacity to send a message to in-game chat. 'supp diff'’

complimenting his support? his duo? Narumi begins to see red.

as you begin to teleport back to the base, you send an emote of one of the characters, tongue poking out, winking and doing a peace sign.

and on his side of things, narumi gen cannot find it in him to stay mad at the turn of events- because just look how endearing and cute you are! it's alright if you took a kill or two by accident, you're still his support, his duo after all!

despite the... technical errors, the game ends in another victory and with you doing a victory dance again, now pinging him if he's staying idle until he joins you as well. his heart cannot take it. it's too much... and as if you are dead set on being the final blow, you send cute emotes, and whenever he sends one back, you reply with another, it goes and goes until the matches end.

a flood of message notification sounds brings him back to earth again.

>heeeey >r u gonna start the queue some time this year? >oh btw pick a color

puzzled at the last message, he says a color, not expecting much out of it. until he sees you have picked another skin with the chroma he said. candy and teeth- you are so adorable and charming, so bad for his poor health. waiting in your lane, you begin the dancing animation again and narumi grins at the screen, watching you dance.

oh no, this is bad. this is pathetic even for him now... he cannot be possibly finding some gamer maybe across the country, someone he never saw nor even heard the voice of charming...

maybe that annoying part time operations leader was right about his... pent up frustration... if he's this down for a game model supposedly representing a person, maybe you had a point when you implied he goes to seek some action and revive himself of whatever's been building up down there.

there is no way he can let anyone learn about this- worst of all, you. with your stoic face and condescending eyes, you'd never let him live that down.

Him! Narumi Gen! the first division captain and the strongest anti-kaiju combatant! he'd rather die than give you the satisfaction of knowing he's so desperate to get some sort of friction he's starting to mix an online person with the character they're playing.

aggressive pings snap him out of his running thoughts and he realizes he's a little behind game-play wise.

now, looking over at the match stats, it doesn't seem all to unsalvageable. he better get to it, there's a match to win and a lovely duo to impress.