#im scared to put this in a word counter

[riddlesmoon]

maybe the wand only knows someones power once theyve come into proximity with them, by duelling (decides its current master isnt strong enough) or being used (decides current master is The One).

after all, we hear all this talk about it choosing the most powerful master, but in all the examples in history, the master also happens to be the one who has the wand at the time. theres no cases of "the wand was passed around and decided it was definitely this dude". sure you beat the previous owner so youre clearly the master. i mean, theyre not gonna hand it back to check, right?! you could say well it just doesnt work if youre not the master, but we dont really have any evidence... until Harry, who supposedly owns the wand for a good chunk of time while Voldemort has it (who can still perform his "usual magic") (oh and possibly Draco too but i cant remember if the Manor skirmish happened by the time Voldemort stole the wand)

SO LETS BREAK IT DOWN. and by that i mean my god, i talked so so much. i even accidentally made the opening 3 paragraphs long 😭 anyway

the first part of the legend says the eldest brother had the wand stolen while he was asleep, not even while duelling (though this is of course the fairytale version so it may not be true) so maybe the wand senses "oh this guy is so lax hes leaving me out for someone else to take me? well hes definitely not cut out for this" and goes to the next guy. its not the killing that does it, but the owner disappointing the wand.

so if Gregorovitch found the wand without a master nearby, maybe its old master died with it or in an altercation. if the former, thats what Dumbledore tried to do, but ill get to that. if the latter, the other guy clearly either also died or did not bother picking up the wand, so theres no master for the Elder Wand to choose at the moment.

i think whoever manages to find and pick it up is the most powerful wizard... to the wand. if we wanna go more sentient-magical-object, a wand thats so powerful it only chooses the best would be preeetty arrogant... (i am reminded of a theory that the brothers put pieces of their soul in the items) so of course the wand is going to justify to itself, "yes, my current holder is uber powerful. i mean, they managed to find THE wand of all time! but i mean if someone better comes along..."

after all, whats the point of being an all powerful wand without a master? the Elder Wand needs a master. without it, its just a stick. so come on! pick me up!! use me!! lets do something crazy!!!

SO. with this in mind, i do think Dumbledore loses allegiance of the wand the moment he is disarmed. like, "you let your guard down??? im out" (sidenote: it could also be possible he lost allegiance at any point after getting it from Grindelwald, because after Grindelwald he refuses to do things like take powerful positions or like. duel. idk actually what Dumbledore does other than be a headmaster. it could be that the wand thinks this guy is boring as hell, but no ones defeated him and taken the wand from him yet, so, clearly still good enough to keep it.) (this also invokes the image of the Elder Wand getting really excited during the Ministry duel. like "oh FINALLY im getting some action!") (yk maybe thats where the reputation for it making the wizard cast more powerful spells comes from. it gets excited when duelling and does bombastic stuff lol)

OKAY. SO USUALLY since people fight for the wand intentionally, obviously theyre going to take the wand they won and become the next master. but Draco doesnt know about the wand. he doesnt pick up the wand, so the wand is left masterless. sleeps in the tomb for a while. new guy picks it up. new master! yay! lets do stuff! please!! (granted Voldemort did say something about "i have done my usual magic" but uhhh the wand getting excited was just a hc and theres no actual proof it lets you cast more powerful magic... UNLESS he hasnt proved himself to be powerful enough. maybe it remembers him from the Ministry duel lol. OR, just the canon explanation where its current master is Draco -> Harry so it doesnt enhance his magic.)

SO. in this case Voldemort is the master, or its masterless. how does allegiance transfer to Harry if it never went to Draco? how does Harry win the final duel?

maybe when Harry gives himself up, the wand thinks "killing someone whos literally offering his life is just so pathetic, its not even a duel" and just loses allegiance. maybe it chooses Harry by proximity (or, i just thought of this, the AK rebounding back feels (to the wand) like Harrys the one who killed Voldemort lol), maybe its just masterless. when they duel, it doesnt matter if the wand actually belongs to Harry or not, it just doesnt belong to Voldemort. and Harry does use the Disarming spell and catch the wand, so by now, hes definitely the master.

alternatively or combined with that, it could be a Master of Death thing where hes always meant to be the MoD across timelines, fate etc. or the wand can sense that Harry has the Cloak and Stone. kinda like oh you found my family! oh becoming the Master of Death is just reuniting the three brothers... wait thats kind of cute

alternate-alternatively, we cut at all the way back where Draco Disarmed Dumbledore (what a phrase) and say okay, the wand really did go to Draco there and somehow is able to tell across miles that Harry has beaten Draco (who knows, wandlore is a ~mysterious thing~), and everything plays out like canon, just that the reason Voldemort killing Harry doesnt pass allegiance to him is the Harry-offering-himself-up thing, or MoD, or oh, i dunno, because he didnt even die 😂😂😂 the spirit of Antioch Peverell going "he was literally just standing there and you couldnt even kill him?! thats it im done." while Cadmus and Ignotus snicker by the side

or maybe it senses that Voldemort killed the piece of his own soul in Harry. which is, well, himself. so the wand does a sort of "you just killed yourself? not very chad and anti-Death of you my guy. and that guy actually did escape Death holy shit" bit and loses allegiance in that moment, or switches to Harry, it doesnt matter.

SO. ALL THAT SAID. conclusions. yes.

the Elder Wand chooses its master by picking whoever manages to wield it

but if they disappoint the wand, usually by by losing a duel or being killed, then theyre no longer its master

but it doesnt necessarily transfer to whoever beat them until said winner actually picks up the wand

and if not? back to "whoever manages to wield it"

and the reasons H is able to claim ownership of the wand by the final duel (working off the theory that V became master by stealing it off Dumbledore):

V loses ownership of the wand by not killing Harry clean (can also be read as: H evades Death), and H wins it in the ensuing duel

or, H gets ownership after coming back to life because V self-defeated in some way

or, H gets ownership (or the wand considers him more than V. or always had ownership, whatever) because hes the Master of Death

or, H gets ownership because he has the Stone and Cloak with him and the Wand recognises them

or we can go back to Draco Disarming Dumbledore and say:

Draco owns the Elder Wand post-Dumbledore death

Harry owns it post-Malfoy skirmish

V killing H does not transfer allegiance because of one of the reasons above

WHEW. AFTER ALL THAT. after all that Snape still died for no reason LMAO whoops i totally forgot about the possibility that it really does pass through murder. erm. itd just be Snape -> Voldemort -> (one of those damn reasons above again) -> Harry.

WE DID IT WE FINISHED THE POST! im so sorry its so long and probably disjointed and messy its literally like 5:40am and ive been writing this post for two hours 😭 worth it tho

now i have thoughts of mini Peverells in the Hallows watching over people who own them, influencing them to use them... that could be an interesting oneshot series.

How the Elder Wand Choses its Master

So, this is a short theory, but it is an interesting one and I kinda wanna make note of it anyways. And that is:

I don't think the Elder Wand allegiance works the way we're told.

To clarify, I don't think the Elder Wand passes to whoever defeats its master. I have a few reasons to think that, and I'll cover them here.

Firstly, it doesn't make sense. Like, the legend of the Elder Wand is that it's udefeatable. An unbeatable wand whose wielder can never lose. Except, the wielder does lose, and often. It's how the ownership supposedly transfers from one master to another. We're told Dumbledore won the Elder Wand when he defeated Grindlewald in a duel. We see Draco win its allegiance when he disarms Dumbledore.

It just doesn't make sense for both legends to exist simultaneously. How can an unbeatable wand be won in a duel? The whole point is that it's impossible to win against it.

Secondly, its allegiance clearly doesn't work the way the legend says it does. So, if we look at the ending of the books, as an example, Dumbledore was the master of the Elder Wand, and then Draco disarmed him, becoming the master. Harry disarmed Draco from a different wand and became the master like that. Then Voldemort kills Harry in the forest, but Harry is still the master of the Elder Wand?

I mean, Voldemort killed Snape to become the master of the Elder Wand (when he thought Snape was the master), but when he killed Harry, it didn't help him. So killing Snape was useless?

Like, we outright see that defeating the master doesn't make you the master when Voldemort kills Harry.

(And if it was because Harry threw the fight, then Draco shouldn't have become the master after Dumbledore because Dumbledore didn't fight Draco by choice)

So what does? How does the allegiance change?

Well, Ollivanders tells us exactly how: "the wand chooses the wizard"

This is just as true for the Elder Wand as any other wand.

What I think the Elder Wand does is that it chooses its wizard. Essentially, in a duel where one wizard has the Elder Wand, the Elder Wand chooses its preferred owner and then chooses who wins. If it wants its current master to win, it's unbeatable. If the wand decides it wants the opponent, though, it chooses who it wants to madter it and throws the fights it's in.

It's why Dumbledore defeated Grindlewald and won its allegiance — the Wand chose Dumbledore.

It's why killing Harry in the forest didn't make Voldemort the master of the Elder Wand — the Wand already chose Harry, so Voldemort was never it's master. It's possible Draco was never the Elder Wand's master either and that it was Harry since the moment Dumbledore died, we can't tell for sure.

So that's it, kind of a short theory, but one I find interesting nonetheless.

[gotta-winwin]

OT13 Reaction -- the aha moment

or...how they realize they're in love with you

seungcheol doesn't get that aha moment, falling in love isn't something that happens within seconds for him. it's like he's slowly drifting into love, not even realizing you've become the focal point of his entire existence. when it finally hits him, it's a quiet, simple moment. he's watching you make him breakfast in the morning, admiring you quietly from the kitchen counter. he zones out for a moment, blinking suddenly and realizing damn. that's my woman. and he knows he's ruined for life.

it's kind of silly, how jeonghan realizes he's in love with you. he's just returned home from a busy day at work, entering the house to find it empty. searching the place top to bottom, he's about to call you when - BOO - you jump out from one of the closets and scares the soul out of him. he's clutching his chest, watching as you collapse onto the ground in a fit of giggles. he can't help but laugh along, realizing through the chaos that he's found his soulmate, and he'd be damned not to admit he's in love with you.

joshua's a simple man by nature. he's easily happy in life, only needing his members, his job, his lifestyle, and of course, you. it doesn't take long into your relationship before he realizes he's in love, as the two of you take a stroll along the Han River after a long day. he's watching the setting sun reflect against your figure, taking his phone out to snap a few pictures. it's when he notices his camera roll is full of pictures of you does he think well, that's it. i'm in love.

upon meeting his family, jun notices how much work you've put into it. you're doing your best to speak his town's dialect, communicating with his parents in a language that made them most comfortable. his heart swells when he sees you amidst his childhood home, trading stories and eating with the people who raised him. it's when he notes that you look so perfect here that he realizes you just fit. he's in love.

as if everything else is with soonyoung, his aha moment is full of fireworks and pizzazz. having just finished the most record breaking performance of his life, he finds himself with one thought only: i want to go home. usually, it's because he's tired. but now, ever since you stumbled into his life, he finds himself wanting, needing, to go home so he can hold you and recite everything that happened today. he's practically thrumming with energy to rush home, and everyone around him sees what is so painfully obvious. he's so in love.

wonwoo's always credited himself to be a loner. not a lot of people can fit with his quiet personality, so when you offer the idea of "parallel play" he's a little confused. his heart warms when you explain that you don't mind doing separate things as long as you're in the same area, understanding that he needs more time to himself than others might. it's when you tell him you love him enough to compromise does he think im so in love with this girl right now.

woozi's used to writing songs dedicated to his fans and members. he sits down for another writing session, brainstorming ideas and the thought of you pops into his mind. he shrugs, thinking it might be nice to mix it up a bit, sitting down to write something about you. it's when he reads his own words back does he realize he's irrevocably screwed and so in love with you. thought about settling down, buying her a house and saying screw the music. yeah, he's in love.

having always been a realist, minghao doesn't necessary believe in true love, or love at first sight. he understands there's going to be someone out there for him, but he's skeptical that that someone is going to be perfect. all his beliefs go out the window the moment he sees you - it's like you're surrounded by a golden glow - and he realizes maybe love at first sight can be real.

seokmin loves and gives as easy as breathing. he's always been a generous guy, and it's when you sit him down and kindly remind him to leave some for himself does he stare at you and realize ok i've found the one. you've become that steadiness in his life that used to be just his members, and you love and give to him like it's as simple as breathing too.

having always been the resident cook, mingyu's eyeing your food creation like it's some kind of poison or drug. he had insisted you didn't need to cook for him, he's always been the cook and doesn't mind it, but you were stubborn and he relented. it's when the first bite blows him away does he realize he kinda misses having someone cook for him too. if you're this good at cooking i might just have to marry you, he says, ignoring how you blush, going back for another bite.

seungkwan's always been the entertainer. he doesn't mind it, he enjoys the fact it's his job to make everyone laugh. but when times get tough and he's in no mood to be the entertainer, you're right there to support him. it's when he gets home to you after a particularly rough day and you welcome him in with open arms, murmuring how he's done well and doesn't need to do more. it's when he realizes he can just be seungkwan - not seungkwan the entertainer, but just seungkwan - and he loves you for that.

vernon never really thought about finding the one. he always just assumed that they would find him. and that's exactly what happens, when you bump into each other at the movie theatre - both there alone just cause. it's when you're enthusiastically going band for band with vernon about movies that he's forced with the realization that shit. maybe i have found the one.

chan's always known he was in love with you. he doesn't like to admit it cause he thinks it makes him sound sappy, but he truly never questioned his love for you. it was a simple thing in his mind - this person makes me so fucking happy - i must be in love. and how could it not be simple for him? he's staring at you quipping about some joke to his friends and he's thinking i love you. he's watching you just wake up from a nap and he's thinking i love you. he sees a text from you on his phone mid-dance practice. i love you. he's always been in love with you because he loves everything to do with you.

[moonstruckme]

hii i was wondering if you could write something for poly! jily? i have reynaud syndrome which means times in the past my fingers have started going black when im really cold but i will always refuse to wear gloves (they make my hands itch), maybe a little bit of angst of them arguing over reader needing to take care of herself better and her not really understanding what the big deal is as she’s had it all her life,

love your work so much <33

Thank you for requesting gorgeous!

cw: reynaud's syndrome/hints at gangrene

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“—cause it’s dangerous, lovely.” Lily hears the upset in James’ voice as soon as the door opens. “It’s scary.” 

Yours is low and soothing to balance it. “I can barely even feel them.” 

“That’s the scary part!” 

Lily sets aside her novel, turning around on the couch to see you both. James has two grocery bags in one hand and your hand in the other. He holds it close to his chest protectively. 

“What’s the matter?” she asks. 

Your eyes go to hers with a familiar our boyfriend is a nutter look. “Nothing,” you say. 

“Stop that.” James is shocking in his sternness. “Can you move them?” 

“I can move them fine, Jamie. It’s okay.” 

“Let me see.” Lily’s known you long enough to put together what this must be about. She sits up on her knees, reaching over the back of the couch for your hand. Frowning, James releases it into her care. “Oh, sweetheart…” She cradles your discolored fingers. Irrationally, she’s afraid they might break if she’s not careful. “Let’s run some water over them, okay?” 

You both let her lead you into the kitchen. James looks terribly uneasy, a concern in his soft brown eyes that Lily sympathizes with. She turns the tap on, letting it get warm before drawing your hand underneath. 

Your expression twinges, but you don’t complain. “I’m really fine,” you mumble, uncomfortable with all the worry being directed at you. 

“Just wiggle them around for a while,” Lily murmurs in reply. James is watching the water run. He still hasn’t set down his bags. “Jamie, the groceries?” 

“Right.” James’ voice is clipped. He lifts the bags onto the counter. Takes a couple of steps backwards, starting to unwrap his scarf. “I’m just, I’m going to…” 

You turn to watch him disappear into your bedroom. For all the insouciance you’ve projected, now your expression is worried too. 

“I don’t think he’s ever been so angry with me,” you say. 

Lily steps closer to you, putting her hands under the stream of water with yours. She begins gently massaging your cold fingers. It is rare for James to be so upset. It makes it scary when it happens, not because of his response but because you know you must have done something very grievous to provoke it. 

“He loves you a lot,” she says after a moment. Pressing her shoulder to yours. “I love you a lot, too.” 

“I love you,” you murmur, shy. 

“I think it scares both of us when you let yourself be hurt. I know it doesn’t feel like a big deal to you, but it does to us.” 

You bite down on your lip as she coaxes blood back into your fingers. Lily’s heart twinges, but she knows it’s a good thing. It hurts as you’re getting better. 

“This has always happened,” you say, wiggling your fingers as if to demonstrate. “I can’t avoid it, it’s been like this my whole life.” 

“You could wear gloves,” Lily points out. 

Your mouth twists. “They itch.” 

Lily fights the urge to roll her eyes. You’ve had this argument a dozen times before; it’s a pointless battle. 

“We’d just worry less if you did.” She kisses your cheek. “How do they feel?” 

“Okay.” You’re grimacing, the circulation returning. “Almost back to normal.” 

She releases your hands, drying hers on a tea towel. “Keep them there for a few more minutes, please? Just to be safe. I’ll check on James.” 

Lily unloads a few groceries before she goes, ensuring everything that needs to be refrigerated goes in. Your fingers are nearly back to their normal color by the time she steps out. 

James is sitting on the edge of your bed. He hasn’t removed his scarf or his coat. His shoulders are slumped. When James is upset like this, he droops. Like a plant that’s full of too much water, like his body is suddenly too heavy to hold up on his own. He leans, he slouches, he finds something else to bear the weight. 

Lily smiles commiseratively. “Hi.” 

He looks up, eyes big and tired. Droops further when she steps between his legs, hugging him. 

“Hi,” he says. 

“Are you in a fight?” 

“No. I don’t think so.” James’ arms come around her middle, squeezing. “I sort of thought you’d be in a fight once we got home, honestly.” 

Lily laughs. “Guess I’m not in the mood.” 

“Caught you at a bad time?” 

“Something like that.” She uses her nails to scratch lightly between his shoulder blades. “She’s alright.” 

A deep sigh. “She carried one of our bags most the way home. I didn’t even think about how she couldn’t put her hand in her pocket with it. And of course she didn’t have gloves.” 

“It’s not your job to think of it, love.” 

“I know it sounds loony, but I really thought her fingers were going to fall off.” 

Lily rests her chin on his shoulder. “I had a similar thought,” she admits. 

“She’s alright now, though?” James’ voice is fretful. 

“Yeah. She’s alright.” 

When they return to the kitchen, you’re still holding your hand under the tap. 

Lily smiles. “I think you’re alright,” she says. “Thank you.” 

You turn it off, watching James nervously as you flick water off your fingertips into the sink. He goes over to you, and your expression melts with relief as he wraps his arms around you. You go up on your toes to hug him back, damp fingers pushing into the curls at his nape. 

“I need you to take better care of yourself,” he says, voice soft but not thin. 

“Okay,” you agree readily. “I’m sorry I scared you.” 

James hugs you tighter. Your face turns in towards his neck. “I’m sorry for being so harsh.” 

You and Lily both laugh. She boosts herself up onto the counter, crossing her legs and watching the two of you with a fond ache in her chest. 

“Jamie, your harsh is everyone else’s mild.” 

“I was harsh,” James argues. “I didn’t say I love you all the way home. I do, by the way.” He pulls back to look at you, urgent. “I love you so much.” 

You roll your eyes, but a good deal of the acerbity is lost when you smile. “I know.”

[myjjongie]

✶ THE TASTE OF MINT ── l. heeseung

IN WHICH: you have a big collection of lip balms, but never expected heeseung to make a mission out of it. the mission in question? finding which lip balm he likes the most on you.

PAIRING: bf!heeseung x gf!fem reader GENRE/WARNINGS: lower case intended !!, one shot, established relationship, kissing, they make out lowkey, fluff, skinship WORD COUNT: 1.3k ₊⊹♡ EVIE'S NOTE: we are gonna ignore the fact that two of my recent oneshots are both kissing related. they are MAJOR coincidences LMAO. also where are all my mint lip balm enjoyers at ????

heeseung always thought it was absurd that you had an abundant amount of lip balms stashed away in your bathroom drawer. not to mention heeseung found the growing collection to be pointless.

the idea of collecting something that you only needed one of didn’t make sense to him. he always thought that but never said anything since truthfully he found the growing collection adorable. despite his opinion on it, he enjoyed your smile more than he disliked your minor hobby.

that small dislike faded when he kissed your lips one day. what heeseung found astonished him. there was the unexpected burst of flavor from your lips. he remembered the taste of the flavor being pineapple. almost as if he was drinking a pina colada. since that day heeseung made a secret mission out of every kiss he took. hoping one specific kiss would lead him to his favorite lip balm on you.

unbeknownst to heeseung, today would be that day.

per usual you were getting ready for an outing with heeseung. you stood in front of the bathroom sink finishing off your hair. all that was left was applying lip balm. you opened the infamous drawer, as heeseung would call it at times. rummaging around you frowned at some of the ones you picked out. you picked out vanilla, it was a classic flavor but you weren’t in the mood for it. rummaging around again you found a cotton candy flavor, then honey, then a strange assortment of fruit flavors. with a sigh you ran your fingers through your hair. frustration soon building at the overwhelming options.

“are you ready yet babe?” your head turned at heeseung’s voice. an even deeper sigh left your lips at your boyfriend waiting patiently for you in the other room.

“yeah almost give me 5 more minutes!” you shouted out to him.

“this is ridiculous… all these lip balms yet i can’t pick out a single one i want to wear…” you cursed out under your breath at the new time crunch.

soon you went back to digging in the drawer. hoping to find one you’d actually wear. once hitting the bottom you did a little more moving around and grabbed a random lip balm not even bothering to look. hopefully the random pick would surprise you enough to wear it. pulling your hand out from the stash of tubes you open your hand to read the label. it was a mint flavored lip balm.

before your collection grew out of control, mint was always your go to. the feeling of the soothing chill on your lips felt good everytime you applied it. that memory alone made you excited to put it on.

“no way i forgot about this.” your voice was mixed with a bit of surprise and shock. you couldn’t believe you forgot about your original favorite flavor.

without anything else to think about, you applied the lip balm. there it was, that nice chill feeling that danced along your lips. finally feeling satisfied with your choice you closed the lip balm. settling the tube down on the counter, you got ready to walk away from the mirror. turning around you were startled by a figure. a scream escaped your lips as you realized the figure was heeseung. his silent approach startled you more than you anticipated.

“heeseung you scared me!”

“sorry. i just came over to check on you. you took longer than 5 minutes sweetie.” heeseung’s voice sounded worried as he focused on your startled form.

placing your hand on your chest you eased yourself from the sudden scare.

“it’s okay hee. im ready though so we can leave now.” you let off a smile to your boyfriend to help ease him. you could see a growing worried look stitched into his brows.

before stepping outside of the bathroom heeseung stopped you. his hand gently grazing your cheek. instinctively melting into his touch you couldn’t help but look up at him. your eyes studied his face, the worried look now dissipated. you realized as well his gaze wasn’t meeting yours. it was fixed a bit lower. you already had an idea of where his eyes were staring so longingly, it was at your lips.

as much as heeseung tried hiding it. you figured out what he was doing. noticing every time you applied lip balm he was magically there ready to give you a kiss. it didn’t take long to piece heeseung’s actions together. all those short kisses was him trying to find a lip balm he enjoyed on you. you never disclosed the new found information to heeseung. since watching him make a mission out of it was too cute. you then remembered it had been a while since you wore a mint flavor. so this one could interest him or maybe it wouldn’t at all.

heeseung couldn’t help taking his thumb to gently rub it across your bottom lip. he smirked slightly at the all familiar feeling of the slight waxy consistency, which now stuck to his thumb.

“you know your lips look extra nice right now. out of all the brands you use i don’t think i’ve seen you use this one yet?” heeseung was still focused on your lips barely paying attention to you answer him.

“oh i found a lip balm i haven’t used in a while. what do you think?”

“it looks really good.” heeseung responded absentmindedly leaning down to give you a quick kiss. his thumb now resting beneath your chin gently tilting your face up.

right away heeseung felt that cooling sensation that coated your lips the moment you put the lip balm on. he found enjoyment in the feeling, the way the flavor left off a refreshing taste to his lips. after a few seconds he parted away from the kiss. his thumb still tucked beneath your chin. you noticed the way he stood there. you asked yourself if he was wondering what the flavor was. it was a hard one to place since mint was a random flavor on its own.

“mint.” heeseung murmured underneath his breath. then once again his lips were met with yours. his lips grazed against yours gently but more earnestly. this time the kiss felt more heated, more intimate as if he wanted to take you whole.

a soft whimper escaped from you as heeseung’s teeth grazed your bottom lip. the feeling sent shivers down your spine. the sudden urgency from him caught you off guard. your hands placed onto his chest softly tapping at him to break away wanting to catch your breath. unfortunately to your dismay heeseung’s hand now snaked to the back of your neck keeping you steady. the new hold helped him kiss you deeper and more desperately. despite the itching feeling to catch your breath. you couldn't help but melt into the kiss. his lips moving about with need making your knees weaken. the soft sounds of your kissing echoed within the bathroom. your fingers felt like they were on fire from how tight you held onto his shoulders for support.

the kiss to heeseung was the same as any other kiss you both had. he didn’t understand why he felt so needy for your lips this time around. maybe it was the chilling effect of the mint that made the taste of your lips feel intoxicating to him. heeseung wasn’t able to put a finger on it, but he knew he wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.

after what felt like forever, heeseung finally pulled back from your lips. though his hand still lingered on your neck, the smirk on his face deepened as he took in your dazed expression. looking into the reflection behind you, he couldn’t help but notice how your flushed face was mirroring his own.

heeseung smirked softly, his hand finding its way back to your chin. “yeah mint is definitely my favorite.”

without further hesitation he leaned in for another kiss.

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[pathologicalreid]

next of kin | S.R.

disaster strikes and you and Spencer try to take custody of your younger sister

part two

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: actually might be gn! but i'm too scared to say it is. death, orphan-ing, funerals, child custody issues, blood, general cm violence, like actually an abhorrent amount of death. sorry i killed your parents for the sake of my fanfiction can we still be friends? word count: 3.33k a/n: this is the fic that this post is about. i am in fact my own worst enemy. i hope y'all like it actually genuinely i am most definitely overthinking this. if your name is maya im sorry that sucks.

“What did your parents say?” Spencer asked, walking into the conference room that the local precinct had offered to you.

You had been staring blankly at your phone since you got off the call with your mother, “Uh, they said thanks, but no thanks.”

The uneasy feeling had settled in your stomach as soon as you found out the team was being called to your hometown, and you had been nauseous ever since you found out the UnSub’s pattern.

Married couples with an older child who had moved out and a younger child who was still at home.

Your little sister was a surprise, you had incorrectly assumed your parents were done having kids.

Until today, you wouldn’t have traded Maya for the world, but now you sat in fear of your family being targeted by a serial killer. Hotch had offered them a protective detail, but they declined. Self-righteous as they were, they told you it wouldn’t feel right for them to accept help that couldn’t be offered to everyone.

Clenching your jaw, you stood at the table, “I’ll go by later and check in on them.”

Spencer had met your family twice by now. Last Christmas he had tagged along to meet them and celebrate with your family before the two of you spent New Year’s with his mom. Then, while your sister was on Spring Break, they flew out to Virginia, and you and Spencer had shown your family around Quantico and the District.

Maya had loved Spencer, partially because you loved him, but mostly because of his magic tricks.

“Do you want me to go with you?” He asked, stepping up next to you and placing a hand on the small of your back.

You sighed and shook your head, “No, not if you’re needed here.” You reached up and cupped his cheek, smiling softly, “Thank you for offering, Spence.”

He nodded affirmatively, “If you change your mind,” he offered. Gently, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before the two of you returned to the rest of the team.

The fact that your parents lived only five minutes from the police station gave you some relief, but you still felt tightly wound. Everyone had noticed. You just needed this case to be over.

The porch lights were on when you got there, and you used your house key – which you had never taken off of your keychain - to open the front door. “Hey, kiddo,” your dad greeted from the couch. A peek into the kitchen showed you that your mom was wiping down the counters. It all felt so eerily normal.

It was dark by the time you had gotten there. Maya was already asleep, but you tip-toed into her room anyway and kissed her goodnight before going back downstairs. Once you had hugged both of your parents and told them you loved them, you made your way back to the police precinct.

By nearly three in the morning, there was no new information, and the team was starting to consider calling it a night until the police chief got a call.

“We just got a call. Lady reported shouts coming from her neighbor’s house at 86 Meadowbrook,” he informed you, putting his hands on his hips and looking around at the team.

None of them even spared him a returning glance, everyone’s eyes were on you.

Blinking rapidly, you nodded assuredly, “I have to go get Maya.” You didn’t even recognize your voice even as you said it. It couldn’t have been your voice. That was the rasp of someone far away from you.

All of the other voices around you were muffled, you couldn’t hear what people were telling you, let alone understand them.

Maya. Maya. Maya.

Brown eyes. There they were, right in front of your face. “Let’s go get her,” Spencer whispered.

You had been speaking out loud. Repeating your sister’s name like a prayer without even realizing it.

Hotch let you go with them, but he made it abundantly clear to you – and the rest of the team – that you weren’t working this case anymore.

Surrounded by reverent voices in an SUV, JJ drove while Spencer stayed in the back with you. He held your hand tightly in his.

The house was closed off with police tape. Bright yellow plastic fluttered in the wind as you watched your team and other emergency personnel enter and exit. At your insistence, Spencer went in to get Maya, it felt like it had been hours before he walked out, carrying her in his arms.

Carefully, he brought her to you, and you pulled her close to your chest, blocking her eyesight as two body bags were brought out of the house.

You didn’t hear anything after that. You just let yourself be moved to wherever you needed to be, holding your kid sister as she cried for your parents.

They had to take their bodies to the hospital even though they were already gone, and you needed to be the one to confirm their identities. Spencer stayed with Maya while you were busy. She had cried herself to the point of exhaustion, you were grateful that she was sleeping, and then you felt cruel.

By sunrise, she was still asleep, and you had been set up in that same conference room from earlier. Sitting across from you was a social worker, a representative of the state. Your lips had parted in shock as you looked at her, “What do you mean they denied my request?”

In an attempt to be helpful, JJ worked with you to file an emergency request for custody of Maya, and the case worker had just told you that the request was denied. “The state doesn’t believe your request is valid,” she told you.

Your mouth went dry, “I don’t…” you glanced over at your little sister. “Our parents were murdered last night, and they won’t let me take custody of my sister?” You asked indignantly, peering at the social worker. It wasn’t her fault, somewhere in your grief-ridden brain you knew that, but you couldn’t help the feeling that she was somehow your enemy.

“They don’t believe you can provide her with a stable living environment,” the social worker, Brittany, explained.

Narrowing your eyes, you responded, “A stable living environment like a foster home? I’m her sister. We’re family – the only family each other has left.” You stood up, excusing yourself for a moment before walking out of the precinct. Once you were outside, you promptly hurled into the bushes.

That was how he found you, to the side of the building with your hair haphazardly moved out of your face, dry heaving into the shrubbery. Gently, Spencer placed a hand on your back before starting to rub small circles on your back, “You should eat something, love.”

You just shook your head in response, you weren’t hungry. “They won’t let me take her,” you whispered morosely, straightening up, you kept your back facing him.

“What?” He asked, his hand abruptly stopping its movement on your back.

Taking a deep breath and sitting on the curb, you looked up at Spencer. “The state thinks I’m not stable enough to take her in,” you said, resting your chin in your hands.

Your boyfriend crouched down so that he could sit next to you, “Are you going to challenge it?”

“Of course I am,” you cried. “But what happens to her in the interim, Spence? She gets placed with whatever foster home here and I go back to Virginia? I see her when the family court resolves this in two years?”

Treading carefully, Spencer cleared his throat, “What are you going to do?”

Defeated, you shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m…” your voice trailed off. “My parents are dead, Spencer,” you murmured softly, tears welling in your eyes.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around you, “I know, darling. I know. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t think I can do this alone,” you whispered, leaning gently into him.

Spencer turned to kiss your temple, “It’s a good thing you’re not alone then. I’m not going anywhere.” He waited for a moment before continuing, “Give me something to do. Give me a job to take off of your shoulders.”

In the end, you let Spencer take over funeral planning. He thanked you for trusting him before the both of you went back into the precinct.

You had just hung up with a family lawyer who had offered to take your case, letting your phone drop to the floor, you let your arms hang at your side. Someone had taken Maya to get breakfast while you spoke with the lawyer.

At the sound of the phone falling to the floor, Spencer stepped into the conference room, letting the door click shut before him. “Hey, what did he say?”

Pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes, you took in a deep breath, “Um, he said he’d be willing to take the case if I could put together a case plan to present before the judge.”

Before that phone call, you didn’t know what a case plan was, you could’ve gone your whole life without knowing what a case plan was.

“I need a year-long plan for how I’m going to prepare to have Maya in my custody, but he said a year is the best he can do,” you said, staring blankly at the wall ahead of you. “A year?” You whispered aimlessly, “I’m not waiting a fucking year to take custody of her. I have to take her home, Spence. I have to.” It wasn’t your intention to snipe at him, but you felt like you couldn’t help yourself.

The events of the last twelve hours threatened to take you down, but you had to stay strong for Maya.  

Taking a shaky breath, you looked up at Spencer, “Why is it that every time I convince myself that it’s going to be okay, I get tossed to the ground again?” You asked him.

Maybe because you weren’t fully convinced. Maybe it was because it had only been seven hours. You needed to remind yourself of that.

“She’s a ward of the state?” Spencer asked for clarification, holding you tightly.

Nodding absentmindedly, you rested your head on his shoulder as he swayed gently. “She can stay with me until after the funeral, and after that, she has to go with the social worker.”

The sad look on Spencer’s face told you that he was running out of ideas, and you were coming to the very same conclusion. “We could get married,” he offered.

“Stop, Spence,” you said, shaking your head. You couldn’t believe this was where he was going.

He shrugged helplessly, “I’m serious, Y/N. If we get married, they might think we’re stable, as a couple. They might give us custody.”

Your shoulders slumped, “I don’t want to get married just to get custody of my sister.” It certainly wasn’t that you didn’t want to marry Spencer, just not like this.

He nodded understandingly, “I know, but I’m just saying. If that’s what it takes, then I’ll do it.” Placing a comforting hand on your knee, the two of you sat in silence for a moment. “Do you have any ideas?” He asked you carefully.

Looking through the blinds of the conference room, you saw the rest of the team coming back to the precinct. Setting your jaw, you nodded, “I might.”

Opening the door, you had Maya go in with Spencer while you approached your Unit Chief. “Hey,” Hotch said, a glint of sympathy in his eyes. “How are you holding up?” He pulled you away from the people, wanting to give you privacy.

This wasn’t fair, they were still working on an active case. A case that was disturbingly close to you, and yet, you felt you were out of options. “I need a favor,” you blurted to him, wringing your hands. Your nervous energy made it impossible for you to stay still.

Hotch nodded, “What do you need?” He asked, studying your composure with the eye of a profiler.

You took a deep breath, “I was… I need you to call in a favor with someone. Anyone, really. The state won’t let me take custody of Maya, but I can’t let her become a ward of the state. Not when I’m right here, ready, willing, and able to take her.”

“Okay,” he responded, not even pausing to think about it.

Taken aback, you looked at him curiously, “I- that’s it? I had groveling prepared.”

He nodded almost imperceptibly as if he was trying to tell you it wasn’t necessary. “You’ve been a part of this team for years and not once have you ever asked for anything in return for everything you do for everyone else. This is the least I can do,” he told you.

You couldn’t help it. Overwhelmed, you tackled Hotch in a bear hug, “Thank you.” Your voice was low, “Thank you so much.”

Succinctly, Hotch hugged you back before you pulled away, “I’ll go make some calls.”

It was the smell.

The smell that you’d sensed countless times before on the job, the metallic tang of the blood. It should’ve been mostly dried by now – you supposed you were more susceptible to the scent, considering it was your parent’s blood, but it put you on high alert.

Emily had brought you by so that you could pack a bag for Maya, but you found yourself stuck on the landing. To one side, there was your childhood bedroom and Maya’s room. On the other side, there was your parent’s room.

“Y/N?” Emily called your name from downstairs, “Are you alright?”

No, you wanted to say, but you bit your tongue, scanning the house you had grown up in. “This doesn’t belong here,” you told her, glancing behind you as she made her way up the staircase.

You didn’t have gloves, so instead you pointed at the figurine that was resting on the bookshelves, a little bear facing in the direction of your parent’s bedroom door. “This is in the wrong spot?”

Nodding, your eyes followed the ceramic bear as Emily picked it up with a gloved hand. “It’s mine, it should be in my room,” you informed her. Your parents never changed anything about your childhood bedroom, not since you moved out. “It was like it was watching them,” you thought aloud.

“Do you think the UnSub did it?” She asked you gently, her voice was low but steady.

Blinking rapidly, you kept your eyes focused on the figurine, “Little Bear,” you murmured, “They called her Little Bear.”

Emily shook her head in confusion, dark hair swaying as her head moved. “Who was called Little Bear?”

Dropping the bag you had packed to the floor, you buried your face in your hands, “I should’ve seen it sooner.” The victimology, it all suddenly made sense to you. “When I was a kid, there was a family like mine. A brother who was in his twenties when his parents had another baby, a girl. They called her Little Bear.”

Realization dawned on Emily’s dark features, “Like this bear?”

You picked up the bag and started making your way back down the stairs. “Their mother made those figurines. The parents died in a fire two weeks ago – they left everything to the younger sister. It was all over the news. God, I should’ve figured it out sooner.”

“Hey,” Emily said sympathetically, “You had other things going on. None of this was your fault.” Her voice was stern, harsher than you’d ever heard her, as she pulled out her phone and called the team.

Your teammate drove, passing the police station on the way to drop you off. They left for the takedown, and you felt yourself floating into the precinct. Maya was waiting in the conference room for you, watching cartoons on someone’s laptop.

Kneeling in front of your little sister, you tapped the space bar, pausing the video. “Hey, kiddo,” you whispered, reaching over, and smoothing her hair away from her face. “How are you feeling?”

She had cried herself to sleep earlier, and you felt like you hadn’t been around enough. Maya sat up on the couch and rubbed her eyes, they were red, but not teary. “I miss mommy,” she told you, pouting slightly.

You nodded gently, moving to sit next to her before you pulled her into your lap. At six years old, she was all gangly limbs, just starting to grow into her own person. Just old enough to understand death, “I know, baby. I miss them too.”

“They wouldn’t lemme go home,” she continued, leaning her head on your shoulder. “I wanted Thumper,” she whined, sounding younger than she was.

Looking up at the light, you silently begged for your tears to go away. “I got him for you,” you told her, reaching into your bag and producing the small stuffed bunny that you had given her as a baby.

You savored the way her eyes lit up as she grabbed the stuffed animal from you.

“So, you and Thumper are gonna come to stay with me in Virginia. Do you remember going there? You said you liked it?” You kept smoothing her hair back as she held her toy.

She was silent for a moment, “Will Spencer be there?” She asked quietly.

Smiling slightly, you nodded, “He and I live together, so he’ll be there with us.” Slowly, you started rocking back and forth, trying to soothe the both of you simultaneously.

“As long as he doesn’t pull money out of my ear,” she answered succinctly, shutting her eyes as she leaned up against you.

There was approximately an hour before you watched the team return to the precinct, slowly, you laid Maya down on the couch before walking out. “It was a clean shoot,” you heard Rossi tell Morgan, and one look at the rest of them told you everything you needed to know.

The team went back to the hotel, and Spencer filled you in on the funeral arrangements he had made on your behalf. You were about to try to get some sleep when Hotch approached you and told you he needed to speak to you.

“I called a good friend of mine on your behalf, and he gave me some information. We were able to work out a plan,” he told you, sitting across from you in the hotel lobby.

You were about to tell him that a case plan wouldn’t work, but he held his hand out, telling you to wait.

He nodded before he kept going, “He was able to file an emergency request to grant you temporary custody of Maya, and it was granted.”

You felt sick to your stomach, “She’s mine?”

“Temporarily, you’ll have to take care of some formalities back in Virginia, but you have full custody of her,” he informed you. “You’re being granted family leave, and I’ve encouraged Reid to apply for it as well,” Hotch told you, reaching out and placing a hand on your shoulder. “I am… I’m sorry that you’ve had to go through this but thank you for coming to me when you needed the help.”

You nodded absentmindedly, your head still whirling with the information that you had just been given. Stumbling, you walked back to your hotel room that you were sharing with Spencer and Maya.

The funeral was planned, the custody issue was solved, all there was left to do was…

“Baby?” Spencer said softly as you swung open the door, “Everyone else took Maya to get ice cream, I figured it couldn’t-“ his voice broke off at your first sob.

Everything you had held in came bursting out, all of the grief and stress and exhaustion nearly knocked your legs out from underneath you.

But Spencer was there to catch you.

part two

[seokmn]

pairing: seungcheol x gn!reader

wc: 0.4k words

lua’s note: merry christmas everyone!! hope yall eat a lot and feel very loved today ❤️💚

the night was incredibly cold, thankfully you were cozy and warm inside your house, preparing hot chocolate for you and your boyfriend. the fireplace lighting the whole living room and a part of the kitchen with a yellow light, giving a comfy vibe to the house.

“cheol? the hot chocolate is done!” no answer. “cheollie?” you looked around the house, entering room by room trying to find him, but he was no where to be found.

“seungcheol?” you raised your voice, “if you’re trying to scare me, you better not. im holding two mugs full of hot chocolate!” still no answer.

where could he be?

you decided to look outside the window and there seungcheol was, doing something in the middle of the snow. you placed the mugs on the kitchen counter, put on your coat, grabbed the mugs again and went outside. “what are you doing? it’s freezing here!”

seungcheol turned around to look at you and smiled, “there you are,” he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, being careful to not make you spill the hot chocolate. “you made us hot chocolate, huh? youre the best.” he kissed your cheek.

“yea yea, what are you doing here?” you handed him his mug, he took it and murmured a thank you. “creating a masterpiece, cant you see it?” he gestured to the ground and you looked at it, surprised to see that he made a perfect heart shape in the snow

“oh wow! we have an artist here, everyone.” you chuckled and took a sip of the hot chocolate while seungcheol was smiling proudly, delighted with his work. “whats the name of the masterpiece?”

“my heart.” you laughed and tilted your head, “‘my heart’?”

“yes. you see, thats my heart before i met you”

“you mean in a perfect shape?” you quirked your eyebrow and he laughed and and moved his head left and right, indicating a ‘perhaps’ with his head movements. “in a perfect shape, but frozen”

“and what about after you met me?”

“you see when the snow melts”

“then there’ll be no heart”

“exactly. my heart will start to melt because your love is warm and then it’ll disappear because you stole it.” you laughed and shook your head. “youre so cheesy, i swear to god.”

seungcheol chuckled, you could see the cold air coming out of his mouth and his red nose due the cold weather. his lips met yours as he gave you a gently kiss.

“now lets go inside, please. im freezing and our hot chocolate will become frozen chocolate if we stay here for too long”

[erenists]

Dont wanna fall inlove. | E.Y x Blackfem!reader. WC: 6.3k

synopsis:

“Yeah yeah yeah heard u gotta boyfriend that’s cool girl where is he at?”

After a argument with your douchey boyfriend at a party you run into Eren Yeager and end up leaving with him.. what was supposed to be a little hang out unravels into something more. 

warnings: MDNI 18+ Smut, Overstimulation (f!receiving), fingering, heavy makeouts, praising, Eren hits it raw (dw girlies on birth control no kiddos over here!!) Eren calls you Pretty girl, gorgeous and ma, after care! Reader and her bf break up!! Erens the better option always anyways ;), Mentions of weed and sex. N word usage once or twice.

Not proofread

"fuck you." You mutter at your boyfriends face after catching him all buddy buddy with the girl he specifically told you not to worry about. ""Don’t be like that, baby. She’s just a friend, come on…" Your boyfriend says reaching to touch you but you back away. "nah don’t fucking touch me nigga. you're a whole weirdo " your face has a disgusted expression on as you start to back away. "whatever go calm yourself down or something I'll come find you later"

You just keep looking at him with disgust, no way he thinks you're actually leaving with him? is he crazy or dumb.

You sigh to yourself before walking away to the kitchen to get yourself a much needed drink. you can see that same girl going back to giggling with your boyfriend from a far. shes such a slut.

"Woah, that’s a little vulgar, hm?"

You jump, heart skipping a beat as you whirl around. A tall guy stands behind you, effortlessly leaning against the counter. His hair’s tied into a loose bun, chestnut brown and smooth like silk. His eyes—green, almost glowing—watch you with mild amusement.

"God, you scared me," you breathe. "I didn’t mean to say that out loud..."

"You did," he grins, holding out a red cup. "Here—figured you needed one."

You take it, brushing his fingers accidentally.

"Thanks..."

"Eren," he says, still watching you. "What about you, pretty girl?"

You stare up at him and you can feel your cheeks growing warm, thank god the lights are dim and when you blush its never noticible. at least that what you believed because somehow Eren read right through you? "You dont need to be shy sweetheart — swear I dont bite.. unless you're into that" He playfully flirts winking at that last part making you giggle.

"My name's 𐙚˙⋆.˚, nice to meet you." You look up at him, taking a sip from your red solo cup, then grimace at the taste. Holy shit. This is like 90% alcohol, 10% fruit punch.

Eren laughs at your expression.

"I should have warned you the drinks are really strong here" You nod as you can clearly tell.

"may I ask whos such a slut by the way?" He asks and you make eye contact with him before sighing and lookng where your boyfriend and that same girl were, you could feel your eye twitch.

"Some girl my boyfriend told me not to worry about it.. clearly I do though." You mumble and surprisngly Eren still hears you even with all the music blasting.

"you got a boyfriend That's cool, girl, where is he at?" He says looking around for him before you put your hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Dont bother looking for him, that niggas such a weirdo who the fuck ditches their girlfriend at a party to talk to some girl in his class." you're practically fuming at the thought of your boyfriend and that girl again.

"Man im sorry about that — cmon follow me I got something to keep your mind off that shit." He starts walking off and you follow him even though you just met him you lowkey trust him.

Eren leads you both to the basement where it seems some of his friends are chilling in passing a blunt around. He daps up a guy with a grey buzzcut and one with short blonde hair.

"Guys this is 𐙚˙⋆.˚ " he presents you to everyone and you give a small wave, two girls one with brown hair tied in a ponytail and one with short black look at you and smile.

"Hii im sasha!!" the girl with brown hair beams the girl next to her has a small soft smile.

"Im Mikasa, Pleasure to meet you 𐙚˙⋆.˚ "

"Like wise!" You give a soft smile and Eren walks over to the free couch and pats the spot next to him.

"cmon sit down we're gonna smoke" Your eyes widen a little, you only just met him and now you're going to smoke with him, he moves a little fast huh.

You sit down and the couch sinks with you, You watch him take a blunt from the guys with the grey buzzcut. "Thats Connie by the way and the blondie next to him is Armin" Both of the guys flash you a smile which you return.

"Yo pass me a light"

"Bro I alway tell you to bring one for yourself you never listen" Connie reaches into his jean pockets handing Eren a Lighter.

“You’ve smoked before, right, gorgeous?” he asks, placing the blunt between his lips. He flicks the lighter, the flame catching as the tip starts to glow.

"A little im not a pro or anything but ive done it two or three times" He nods before taking a long hit and blowing it before passing it to you. You try to take what you think is a baby hit but you still had a little coughing fit.

"Woah woah, you okay? get her some water guys" Eren concerningly pats your back and you nod.

"Yeah im fine guess its just been a while.."

You take a small sip of water to wash down the burning in your throat, grimacing again.

Eren chuckles, leaning back into the couch, one arm lazily thrown across the back behind you. “You gotta pace yourself at these things, pretty girl.”

You shoot him a look. “You calling me that on purpose?”

He smirks, looking at you sideways. “Maybe.”

The room is thick with smoke now, laughter echoing around you as Sasha and Connie argue over what to watch next on the beat-up basement TV. But next to Eren, everything feels weirdly still.

“So,” he says after a beat, voice low, “what are you really doing here? I mean… with a guy who treats you like that?”

You blink. That hit harder than you expected. You look down at the solo cup in your hands, turning it slowly in your fingers.

“I guess I kept hoping he’d stop making me feel like shit,” you admit, voice barely above the music. “Stupid, right?”

Eren’s gaze softens. He doesn’t say ‘yes.’ He just leans in a little closer, his voice barely a whisper now.

“Not stupid. Just... trusting the wrong person.”

You look up at him, and for a second it feels like the room fades — the music, the yelling, even the taste of the alcohol. Just him. Looking at you like you’re the only thing worth seeing.

Your lips part slightly, unsure of what to say next. Eren doesn’t push, just leans back slowly into the couch again, letting the tension settle in the air like smoke. He hands you the blunt again, his fingers brushing yours on purpose this time. The touch sends a small spark up your spine.

You take it, more confidently this time, and inhale just enough to keep your lungs from rebelling again. You exhale slowly, watching the smoke curl up toward the low ceiling.

"You’re good at this," you murmur, passing it back to him.

"I’m good at a lot of things," he replies smoothly, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. “You’re trouble, huh?”

"Always," he says, not missing a beat. "But the fun kind."

Sasha laughs loudly at something Armin says across the room. Mikasa looks over at you and gives you a knowing glance, eyes flicking from you to Eren and then back. You feel your face heat again, but this time… you don’t mind it as much.

Eren leans closer, and his voice is lower now, softer — just for you.

“If he’s dumb enough to leave you alone at a party like this, he’s even dumber for thinking someone like me wouldn’t notice you.”

Your breath catches. The way he says it isn’t cocky — it’s honest. His green eyes hold yours like he’s daring you to look away first.

But before you can say anything, the basement door creaks open. Footsteps.

You glance up just in time to see him — your boyfriend — standing at the top of the stairs, scanning the room. His eyes land on you. Sitting next to Eren. Way too close. Laughing.

He starts coming down the stairs.

Your stomach twists.

Eren notices immediately, his playful energy shifting to something calm, sharp. Protective. He doesn’t move, but you feel his arm press a little closer behind your back, like he’s ready to step in if he has to.

“What’s the play, pretty girl?” he asks under his breath, his tone unreadable.

"Its fine let me handle it.." I get up and stay by the end of the stairs your arms crossed as you stare at your boyfriend with a glare.

“What are you doing down here? Especially with that guy?” he whisper-shouts. You roll your eyes.

"I dont care I clearly cant trust you to be by yourself so we're leaving" He grabs you wrist ready to drag you. "No the fuck we arent im not leaving with you" you pull trying to get out of his grip.

"I didnt fucking ask lets go" You're still struggling till you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Is everything okay here" Erens behind you shooting daggers with his eyes at your boyfriend.

"We are fine get your hands off my girl man" Your boyfriend huffs at Eren causing Eren to raise his eyebrow. "she clearly doesnt wanna leave so how about YOU get your hands off her'

"Or what?" Eren furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"excuse me?"

"Im asking you what the fuck you're going to do if I dont let go of MY girlfriend." Eren looks conflicted his tongue poking his inner cheek as he thinks his options, his eyes land on you and he shrugs deciding to fuck it.

— WHACK.

The loud sound can be heard over the music and Your boyfriend stumbles back holding his face. "need another one or are you good?" Eren places his hands into his pockets your boyfriends face is bleeding as your eyes widened. "F-fuck you dude! — you're fucking crazy, 𐙚˙⋆.˚ you can stay here I dont care anymore —we're fucking done" Instead of those words making you feel like you're being crushed you actually feel lighter and calmer as you turn away to check on Eren instead.

Though you only met him an hour ago you’re suddenly really caring towards him, "hey that was a hard punch is your hand...okay?" He looks down at you a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

"Im okay sweetheart..lets head back to the couch yeah?" You nod and follow him back to the couch.

"Eren.. what the fuck was that all about" Connies eyes are wide not just his but everyone elses.

"dont worry guys its taken care of"

Eren sits close, his arm resting on the back of the couch again, but this time he’s not smiling. Not smirking. Just breathing.

You glance over at him.

“Your hand’s really okay?” you ask again, voice softer this time.

He looks at you and nods once. “It’ll be sore tomorrow. Worth it.”

You bite your lip and look away. The room feels too big now, too full of eyes. You lean in, lowering your voice.

“I didn’t think he’d actually do that. Try to drag me out like that.”

Eren tilts his head slightly, his green eyes studying you. “Guys like that… they don’t show their full face until you’re already knee-deep in the mess.”

You sigh, your chest tightening. “Yeah. I think I’ve been trying not to see it.”

He nudges your knee gently with his. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I just didn’t like the way he put his hands on you. That’s not love.”

You blink, and for a second, you’re not sure what to say. You didn’t expect a random guy at a party — a hot stranger with a lazy grin and a sharp right hook — to say the exact thing you needed to hear.

“…Thank you,” you say quietly.

Eren turns toward you, finally giving you a small smile again. “Don’t thank me. Just… don’t go back to that, yeah?”

You nod slowly, your chest feeling a little lighter again. You’re quiet for a moment, then decide to ask something that’s been hovering in the back of your mind.

“Why’d you step in, though? You don’t even know me.”

Eren leans back slightly, his gaze still on you.

“Because I wanted to. And because maybe I want to get to know you now.”

Your cheeks flush again, and you look away, but you can’t hide the small smile on your lips.

Sasha suddenly leans over the couch. “Sooo… we’re still playing truth or dare, right?”

Connie groans. “We’re too old for that.”

“Shut up, Connie,” Sasha grins. “It’s fun. You guys in?”

Eren glances at you, smirking. “What do you think, pretty girl? Wanna play?”

You give a little shrug, glancing at Eren. “Sure, why not?”

Sasha claps her hands, clearly thrilled. “Okay! Let’s make this interesting—no boring truths and no backing out of dares. Deal?”

Everyone groans, but she already looks too excited for anyone to say no.

Connie lazily spins an empty beer can in the middle of the floor. “Alright, let’s go clockwise. Sasha, you start since this was your idea.”

Sasha grins. “Mikasa. Truth or dare?”

Mikasa sighs like she regrets sitting down, but she gives in. “Truth.”

Sasha leans forward like a kid with gossip. “Have you ever had a crush on someone in this room?”

Mikasa glances at Armin, who immediately turns red. “...Maybe.”

“OHHHHH!” Connie and Sasha yell at the same time. Mikasa hides her smile behind her cup.

The game keeps going — a few dares to take shots, a dumb dance, someone doing five push-ups on the floor — until the can lands on you.

“𐙚˙⋆.˚,” Connie says, eyes lighting up. “Truth or dare?”

You think for a second, the buzz from earlier still tingling in your chest. You look at Eren, then back at Connie. “Truth.”

Connie grins. “Would you ever date someone you just met?”

You raise a brow, immediately feeling Eren’s eyes on you. “Depends…”

“On what?” Sasha asks.

You smile, slow and sly. “If they’re worth getting to know.”

Eren’s smirk deepens, but he doesn’t say anything. Not yet.

Then the can spins again. And of course — it lands on him.

“Eren,” Armin grins. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Eren replies instantly, eyes still on you.

Armin glances between the two of you, catching the vibe. “I dare you to kiss someone in this room.”

Everyone whoops, and your heart leaps straight into your throat. Eren doesn’t hesitate. He turns toward you, voice low enough that only you can hear.

“May I?”

You don’t say anything at first — you just nod, barely. And then he leans in.

It’s not rushed. Not dramatic. Just soft, slow, and a little too tender for something that’s supposed to be a game. His lips are warm and his hand brushes the side of your jaw, just enough to make your skin buzz.

When he pulls back, you swear the room spins for a second.

Sasha fake-fans herself. “Okayyy… y’all didn’t have to kiss like it was a movie scene!”

You laugh, but your heart is racing. Eren leans close again, whispering just for you.

“Told you I was good at a lot of things.”

The group’s still buzzing from the kiss. Sasha’s practically squealing into Mikasa’s shoulder, and Connie’s already calling Eren a “cheat code” for going straight in like that. You laugh it off, trying to play it cool, but your cheeks are burning, and your heart won’t chill out.

Eren leans closer, speaking just loud enough to cut through the chaos.

“Wanna get some air?”

You nod, grateful for the excuse. “Yeah.”

You both slip away from the circle, Eren quietly grabbing a hoodie off the arm of a chair before leading you up the stairs. The music from upstairs is still thumping, but it’s muffled now — like the night’s settling down too.

Outside, the air is crisp and quiet. The front porch is dimly lit, and the street is empty, lit by soft orange streetlights. You wrap your arms around yourself instinctively.

Eren shrugs off his hoodie without a word and gently drapes it over your shoulders. It’s warm, smells like a mix of weed, cologne, and something uniquely him.

You look up at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Didn’t have to punch your ex either,” he says with a small smile. “Guess I’m just full of surprises.”

You laugh, and for a second, everything feels light again.

You both lean on the porch railing, side by side.

After a moment, he breaks the silence. “You okay?”

You pause, then nod slowly. “Yeah. Weirdly… I think I am.”

“You were really calm back there. Most people would’ve been a mess after that.”

You look down at your hands. “I’ve cried enough over him. I’m just tired of feeling stupid.”

Eren’s quiet for a moment, then says, “You’re not stupid. You were just giving someone a chance they didn’t deserve.”

You glance at him, surprised by the softness in his tone.

“I don’t really do this kind of thing,” you admit. “Going to parties, meeting strangers, kissing guys I barely know…”

He smirks, bumping his shoulder into yours gently. “So I’m special then?”

You roll your eyes, trying not to smile. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

Eren leans a little closer, his voice dipping low again. “Too late.”

You both laugh, and the silence after feels comfortable this time.

He shifts to look at you, the porch light catching in his eyes.

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs. “About wanting to get to know you.”

You look at him, surprised again by how genuine he sounds. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His hand brushes yours — not holding it, just close enough that you could close the gap if you wanted. “If you’re up for it.”

You pause for a second… then let your pinky link with his.

“I’m up for it.”

The porch falls quiet again, your pinkies still loosely linked. There’s something grounding about it. You don’t even realize how tightly wound you’d been until now, standing in the dark next to this boy with sharp green eyes and a surprisingly gentle soul.

“I should probably text my roommate,” you mumble, glancing at your phone. You left so quickly, you didn’t check anything.

The screen lights up: 5 missed calls. 2 texts from “Baby ❤️”

Your stomach drops a little, but you don’t open the messages.

Eren notices the shift in your face immediately. “Its him?”

You nod, locking the screen without replying. “He’s probably just realizing I’m not crawling back.”

Eren scoffs under his breath, “Guy doesn’t get it.”

You give him a sideways look. “And what do you get?”

He meets your gaze, serious again. “That people don’t owe you their forgiveness. Or their silence. Or their time.”

There’s something behind those words. You can feel it.

You tilt your head. “That sounded personal.”

He shrugs, looking away. “Yeah, well. I’ve been the guy messing up before. Not like that, but… enough to know what regret feels like.”

The air hangs between you for a second. You want to ask more, but he shifts his weight and smiles again, gentler this time.

“Not tonight, though. Tonight’s not about that.”

You nod slowly, and the weight in your chest lightens again. You're about to say something else when the porch light flickers — and a black car slowly rolls by the front of the house, headlights off.

You both notice it.

Eren straightens up a little. “That him?”

You squint. Hard to tell — but you wouldn’t put it past your ex to pull something petty or creepy. “I don’t know. I can’t tell.”

The car disappears down the street without stopping.

Eren watches it go, jaw tense for a moment before relaxing. “Come on. Let’s get back inside. Just in case.”

You nod, and he keeps close beside you, hand brushing yours again.

When you step back into the warm, dim house, Sasha immediately grins from the couch. “Aww, look who’s back. Was it romantic? Did he confess his undying love? Did you cry under the moonlight?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “We were gone for five minutes.”

“Five minutes is enough to fall in love if you do it right,” she winks, then adds, “Mikasa said that.”

“I did not say that,” Mikasa mumbles from her spot, sipping a water bottle.

Connie flops dramatically. “God, now they’re gonna be insufferable. Someone spin the bottle again before I start feeling emotions.”

You stretch your legs out a bit, glancing around at the half-asleep group and the mess of empty cups and snack bowls. The basement’s grown stuffy, and now that the adrenaline’s fading, your body feels heavy with exhaustion.

You lean over slightly, voice low. “Hey… I think I’m ready to go.”

Eren straightens, looking at you. “You good?”

“Yeah, just kinda done for the night.”

He nods once, then pulls out his phone. “Cool. I’ll walk you out — I didn’t drive but I can call a car.”

You both stand, careful not to step over Sasha’s outstretched legs. She mumbles something in her sleep that makes Mikasa roll her eyes fondly.

You give the room a small wave, murmuring quiet goodbyes, and follow Eren upstairs.

The house is quieter now. Lights are low, music’s faded into background noise, and the air outside feels like a breath of clarity after all the noise. You walk together to the curb, where Eren pulls out his phone and orders a ride.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels a little while you wait.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks softly, glancing at you under the streetlight.

You nod. “Yeah. Tonight was… weird. But I feel good now. Lighter, I guess.”

He smiles at that. “Good. You deserve to feel that way.”

The car pulls up slowly, headlights cutting through the quiet street. Eren opens the door for you like it’s second nature.

You pause before getting in, looking up at him.

“Do you wanna come with me?” you ask. Not flirty. Not forced. Just real. “You don’t have to stay long. I just… kinda don’t wanna be alone right now.”

Eren studies you for a second. No teasing smirk. Just that same unreadable look from earlier — something thoughtful in the way his eyes meet yours.

“Yeah,” he says finally. “I’ll come.”

You smile, sliding into the back seat. Eren follows, sitting beside you as the door clicks shut.

The car pulls off into the night, and you glance over at him.

He’s already looking at you.

You don’t say anything — you just hold his gaze, and slowly, your hand finds his again.

This time, he doesn’t wait. He laces your fingers together.

The car approaches your house and you both thank the driver before getting out. "well.. we're here!" you walk up to your front door and unlock it letting both of you inside. You both here a Jingle of bells before you see your cat prancing to you, You instantly smile crouching down to pet your ginger baby.

" hii Nami babyy" you coo as she rubs on you Erens softly smiling while watching you. "Sorry, this is my cat Nami" You notice him watching and Immediately apologize. "No need to apologize I didnt mind this was a cute interaction to witness" He smirks and you giggle before shaking your head. "do you want anything to eat!?" He shakes his head "Nah gorgeous im good.." You nod and decide to lead him to your room "cmon follow me."

You both walk up your stairs and walk into your room, your led a dim light pink, Eren chuckles when he sees your bed full of stuffed animals. "Oh my gosh sorry um I sorta have an obsession with thesee little stuffies" You say slightly embarassed.

"No dont apologize — its cute.." You blush at that plopping down on your bed and pat the spot next to you. Eren plops down right beside you and just stares.

"What..? is there.. something on my face..?" You ask a little confused as to why hes just staring at you without saying anything, he shakes his head looking away. "No you're just stunning couldnt help to stare." You playfully push him.

"God, you're such a flirt for someone I just met" You giggle and he laughs with you.

"What can I say, I know what I want..." You smile before you both lock eyes slightly leaning into him.

"What're you leaning in for.. tryna kiss me?" His eyes are low as he stares at you you cant tell what expression is in his eyes but it makes you sorta shiver. "Maybe..." "then what're you waiting for" He slightly smirks and you finish leaning connecting your lips together.

Your lips move against his slowly at first, gentle and testing — like you're both figuring out how much you can take before losing control. But the second his hand finds your waist, pulling you closer, the pace shifts.

It deepens. Quickly.

Eren kisses like he’s been waiting all night for this — no hesitation, all heat. His other hand finds your jaw, tilting your face just slightly so he can kiss you deeper, his fingers warm against your skin.

You gasp softly against his mouth, and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips, slow and deliberate. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer without even thinking.

He leans forward, guiding you gently onto your back, and your stuffed animals tumble off the bed around you — but neither of you care. He hovers over you for a second, just looking down at you, his lips pink and parted, his breath shallow.

“You sure about this?” he murmurs, voice low and hoarse like he’s fighting to keep control.

You nod, tugging him closer by the collar of his shirt. “Yeah… I want you.”

That’s all he needs.

He kisses you again, hungrier this time, and his hands start exploring — one slipping under the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against your bare skin like he’s memorizing every inch.

You let out a soft sigh into the kiss, your hands sliding under his shirt, and he groans when your fingertips drag across his abs.

Clothes start coming off in pieces — slowly, teasingly. His shirt is first, tossed to the floor. Then yours, carefully peeled off. His lips find the curve of your neck, and your back arches as he kisses a trail down your collarbone, warm and patient.

“God,” he breathes, looking at you like you're the only thing in the world right now. “You’re so fucking beautiful…”

And then his lips are on you again — softer now, but just as intense.

Eren’s mouth trails along your jaw, down your neck, every kiss slower than the last — like he’s savoring you, memorizing the way you taste, the way you respond. His hand slips along the side of your thigh, fingers brushing the edge of your shorts.

You shiver under his touch, breath catching.

“Still good?” he murmurs against your skin.

You nod, fingers curling into his hair. “Mhm… don’t stop.”

He chuckles low, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Wasn’t planning to.”

With one hand, he gently tugs your shorts down, his eyes locked on yours as he slides them off with practiced ease. His fingers return, teasing the edge of your panties now — slow, featherlight touches that make you press your thighs together instinctively.

Eren notices. “Sensitive already?”

His voice is teasing but laced with something else — admiration, maybe. Desire.

You nod again, breathless. “You’re driving me crazy…”

“Good,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear.

Then his fingers finally slip beneath the waistband of your underwear, moving lower until—

Your hips twitch when his fingertips graze your center. He groans softly, like just touching you is turning him on more.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet…”

His words are low and rough, and you can’t help the way your body responds — arching slightly, silently begging for more.

He takes his time, sliding one finger through your folds, slowly testing your reaction. Then another. His pace is gentle but firm, curling his finger just right.

Your moan slips out before you can stop it, and his lips find yours again, swallowing every sound as his rhythm builds.

He kisses you like he wants to distract you from the way his fingers are working you open, slow and deep. Your body trembles under his touch, breath hitching with each curl, each press of his thumb against just the right spot.

Your hands grip the sheets, toes curling as the tension starts to build in your stomach. He knows — he can feel it in the way your thighs tighten, the way your breathing changes.

“Let go, ma,” he whispers against your mouth, voice wrecked. “Come for me.”

And when you finally do, your body arches into him, lips parting in a soft cry as waves of heat pulse through you. He holds you through it, still kissing you, his fingers slowing as you come down.

You blink up at him after a moment, flushed and breathless.

"E-Eren" You whimper and he looks at you "Yes ma? what do you need hm?" He kisses along your neck and you sigh. "N-need you.."

"Yeah baby?? You need me — where do you need me ma hm?" Hes leaving marks on your neck as his fingertrail. he taps on your clit.

"need me here mama?? or.." you whine as his finger trails down going inside you again and curling up into you. "Or here..?"

You nod rapidly, hips grinding down against his hand, already feeling the heat coil again in your stomach. He chuckles low, clearly amused by how sensitive you’ve gotten — how needy you are for him.

"You're so responsive, baby," he whispers against your throat, pressing a kiss just beneath your ear. “Didn’t even need to do much and look at you…”

His fingers curl again, slow but deliberate, hitting that spot deep inside that makes your whole body jolt. You gasp, arching into him, and he doesn’t stop this time — doesn’t let you catch your breath. His fingers stay inside, stroking just right while his thumb circles your clit again, light but insistent.

“E-Eren—” Your voice cracks as your legs begin to tremble. It’s too much. You’re already on edge again, and he knows it.

“Oh? You gonna come again, pretty girl?” His voice is teasing, but there’s heat behind it — something almost possessive. “You can take it, can’t you?”

You nod, barely able to form words. “Y-Yeah… please— don’t stop…”

"That's it," he murmurs, picking up the pace just a little. His fingers move faster, thumb rolling tight circles that make you cry out. “Such a good girl… falling apart so easy for me.”

Your second orgasm crashes into you harder than the first, taking your breath with it. Your body shudders violently, and he holds you through it — lips brushing yours, murmuring praises between kisses.

But he doesn’t stop.

Even as your body twitches, even as your thighs try to squeeze shut, he keeps going — fingers slow again but deep, stroking that sensitive spot while your clit still pulses with aftershocks.

“E-Eren— wait, I—” You whimper, voice high and breathless.

“I know, baby… it’s a lot, huh?” He smirks against your jaw, but his voice is gentle, coaxing. “But you can take one more, yeah? Just one more for me.”

He kisses you slow, his other hand brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face as his fingers keep working you, building you up again — slow, merciless, deliberate.

And even through the haze, through the overstimulation, through the trembling and soft pleas — your body wants it. Craves it. You feel the pressure building again, impossibly fast this time, sharp and overwhelming.

“That’s it,” he whispers, lips against your ear. “Come for me again, just like that. Let me feel you fall apart, mama.”

And you do — harder than before, your back arching off the bed, a cry breaking from your throat as you fall into that third wave, dizzy and gasping, body barely able to handle it.

Eren holds you the whole time, slowing his touch only when your breath starts to steady, his lips pressing soft kisses to your jaw, your cheek, your shoulder.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice warm and low. “You did so good for me…” Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your skin flushed and glistening under the soft pink light. Eren’s fingers finally ease out of you, and you can’t stop the little whimper that escapes your lips at the sudden emptiness. He brings his fingers to his mouth without thinking, eyes locked on yours as he licks them clean.

"Goddamn," he mutters, like he’s trying to keep himself together. "You taste so fucking good."

You watch, dazed, your body still trembling from everything he just pulled out of you, but your eyes are hungry — wanting more, needing more.

“Eren,” you whisper, voice soft but desperate. “I want you inside me…”

That look in his eyes darkens instantly. Like a switch flipped.

“You sure?” he asks, already leaning in, his voice rough and low. “I need to hear it, baby.”

You nod, but then you pull him close, lips brushing his. “Yes. I need you. Please.”

That’s all it takes.

His mouth is back on yours, this time rougher, needier — no teasing now. Just hunger. You feel him tug your shirt up, his hands hot and eager on your skin. You lift your arms without thinking, letting him strip you down completely. His shirt follows, and the second your skin meets his, you both sigh.

Your body fits against his like puzzle pieces, all heat and urgency.

Eren kisses down your chest, slow but firm, worshipful even as the tension builds again. When he finally pulls his jeans off, you get your first real look at him — and your breath catches in your throat. He’s big, thick, and already hard, his tip glistening as he strokes himself slowly, eyes watching every twitch of your body.

“You still good?” he asks one more time, voice strained.

“Eren,” you beg, spreading your legs, pulling him closer by the waistband of his boxers. “I need you. Now.”

That’s all he needs.

He lines himself up and slowly pushes in, eyes locked on yours the entire time. The stretch burns in the best way, your mouth falling open as you take him inch by inch. He hisses through his teeth, gripping your waist tight like he’s holding himself back from just slamming into you.

“Fuck, you feel so good… so tight, baby…”

You can’t respond — your mind is swimming in heat and the ache of being full. He starts to move, slow at first, rolling his hips in deep, dragging thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside you. You cling to him, nails digging into his back, already moaning his name like a prayer.

He starts to pick up the pace, every thrust sharper now, every sound between you louder and messier. Skin on skin. Breathless moans. The creak of the bed. It all blends into one perfect rhythm.

“You’re taking me so well,” he groans, thrusting deeper. “You were made for this, huh? For me?”

You can barely answer, too gone, too wrapped up in the pleasure that keeps building and building again. But your body speaks for you — clenching around him, dragging him deeper.

“Come with me, baby,” he pants, leaning his forehead against yours, sweat dripping down his temple. “Let’s come together…”

And when that final wave crashes down on you — it’s everything. Your body tightens, back arching, as you cry out his name. He follows right after, hips jerking, moaning against your skin as he spills inside you, deep and warm and overwhelming.

Your room is quiet now, save for the hum of your breathing as it slowly settles. The air smells like skin, sweat, and something sweet lingering in the space between you two. Eren's still holding you, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other brushing lazy fingers through your hair like he’s trying to memorize how it feels.

You’re pressed against his chest, your legs tangled with his, your skin still warm from everything you shared.

For a while, neither of you speaks. There's no need to — everything is quiet and soft and full in a way that says more than words could. His heart is beating against your cheek, a steady rhythm that makes you feel safe.

“You okay?” he murmurs finally, voice raspier now, but gentler too — all the teasing gone.

You nod against him. “Yeah… better than okay.”

He smiles, fingers still moving in your hair. “Good. You were incredible.”

You giggle softly, a little shy under the compliment, and he just chuckles, clearly enjoying the sound. He leans down to press a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering.

Your cat, Nami, jumps up onto the bed, stretching her paws and curling up beside you like she knows this moment’s tender. Eren gently reaches out to scratch behind her ears.

“She approves,” you mumble sleepily.

“Guess that makes me lucky,” he says, his voice low again, but not with heat this time — with something quieter. Something more real.

He shifts a little, tucking a blanket over the both of you, pulling you closer. His body is warm, solid, and familiar now in a way that makes you melt.

"You don't have to go, you know," you whisper without thinking, not wanting this to end yet.

He glances down at you with a small smile. “I wasn’t planning to.”

You smile back, your fingers brushing along his chest, tracing soft circles on his skin. The energy between you shifts from passionate to peaceful, and you both settle into the kind of silence that feels right — like the night is wrapping around you, and for once, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

A/n: I hope you guys likes this!! I might make a part two of this ;) so lmk if you guys want it ill be working on other stuff too like caught on camera part two and possibly a geto fic!! I might make a short drabble today too!

[k-aemi]

alexis ness

subby ness, smut, some degrading, mentions of cheating

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alexis ness would definitely have such a small cock and he’s sooo insecure about it. he never told you the first time you guys started dating because…well size doesn’t matter…right? and he definitely didn’t want to lose the love of his life just because his dick wasn’t big enough.

but the thought of sex occurred in your mind, wanting to try it out. of course ness was so nervous and scared because what if you break up with him on the spot after seeing how small his dick is? it’s not really lengthy, wasn’t girthy as well…

he breaks a sweat when you’re already pulling the hem of his shorts down. “why do you look nervous? do you not wanna do this?” you raised one eyebrow, tugging at it in anticipation. he only shakes his head, lips trembling. “n-no no…i wanna—“ he stuttered. it left you suspicious but you pulled down anyways. and holy shit, it was a baby dick.

there was a silence between you two, and you’re just in between his legs, staring at the tiny cock that barely looked hard. he covers his face with his hands, peeking through tiny gaps to see your reaction.

“baby.” you called out, so sweet and innocently. maybe you didn’t mind at all? his hands travel down to the sheets, before seeing your grin.

you gave a light chuckle, fiddling his tip in a circular motion. “i don’t even think putting it in would even help babe.” and he felt embarrassed. thighs quivering and cock twitching in place. “i-im sorry—“ he whimpered.

“your cock is so fucking tiny. bet i wouldn’t even feel it.” you lightly squeezed his whole cock, eliciting a whimper from him, palming while massaging it. he only squirmed as you make your way towards him, laying down besides him, your arm snaking around his shoulders.

his mouth hands open, unable to speak a single word. what could he possibly say? now his dick was exposed, and you’re making fun of him for it.

“i knew you were pathetic babe, but couldn’t even at least have a big cock f’me?” you whispered seductively in his ear, breath tickling his skin as you squeezed his dick harder. he grabs holds of your thigh, breath becoming unsteady.

“shut up—shut up…” his hips thrusted involuntarily into your palm, gaining more friction. you lightly squeezed it again, earning a pathetic whine from him, which made you grin.

“hmm so sad, my own boyfriend can’t even make me feel good with his cock…hm…should i get kaiser?” his head snaps towards that last remark and you’re giggling as if you just didn’t suggest cheating.

“no—no please…” he topples onto you, tightening his hold onto your shoulders. “i can make you feel good i promise—“ you let out a low whistle, grabbing hold of his slutty waist.

“baby you’re not pleasuring anyone with that fucking cock of yours.” you laughed, moving his hips to grind on your thigh now. he bit his lips, not knowing what else to say to counter.

“rub yourself on me. let me see you shoot blanks with your small cock.” your voice laced with venom. ness had no choice, looking like he’d cry on the spot, obeying your command as he starts to grind his cock onto your thighs. pathetic moans falling from his lips and all you do is lie back, watching your boyfriend grind himself onto you like a dog in heat.

he stopped moving, letting out choked moans and stuttering breaths. he came on your stomach. honestly he could of at least held it in a bit longer.

you almost had to hold in a laugh. “pft—what are you—? a teenager first time cumming?” your hand traveled to his flaccid cock, squeezing it painfully hard where he’s fallen limp onto you. “s’ok baby, not gonna break up with you y’know that?” you cooed him, brushing hair away from his sweaty forehead. and he only sighed in relief…

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[fyrewalkwithmee]

Temptations Pt.2

Early Seasons Spencer x Roommate Reader// NSFW MDNI

I just wanted to thank everyone for all the love on part 1 of this story which was also my first ever Spencer post. It truly means a lot and your comments, reblogs and likes are so encouraging and make me want to write more 🥺❤️

Warnings: SMUT!MDNI!!, Sub!Spencer, Inexperienced!Spencer, Dom!reader, dry humping, palming. Whiny Spence makes me go BARK BARK. Mommy!kink, Light choking, Male and female orgasm.

3.4k WORDS (sorry i got a bit carried away)

Please like, comment, reblog if you enjoy! Im also keen to write more for Spencer so if you have any requests my asks are open :)

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It had been a couple of weeks since the incident with Spencer. You knew that you should have been riddled with guilt and shame after spying on him while he was vulnerable… and joining in, but you didn't. After all, he clearly wanted you and you definitely wanted him so what was there to feel bad about? 

That night had exposed Spencer to you in a whole new light and it was getting increasingly hard to be around him. You found your eyes lingering longer on him, your mind concocting sinful visions of his long fingers, pullable hair, creamy skin that was just begging to be marked. In the dead of night, your hands would travel down between your thighs, a puddle of arousal waiting for you as you replayed the sounds of his needy whines and tried your best to imagine the parts of him that have yet to be seen by you. You had spent the last two weeks trying to come up with a plan to get inside his head… and his pants. But you were struggling. Spencer was sensitive and inexperienced and you didn't want to scare him away or embarrass him by being too forward or revealing that you had discovered his dirty little secret.     

Luckily for you, there seemed to be some mystic force watching and putting into place the ideal situation for the both of you to finally get what you want. 

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“Alright spill, what is up with you tonight?” you asked with a hint of annoyance in your voice as you continued to clean up after dinner. Spencer had been off ever since he came home from the office, being especially quiet and sulky. You could tell something wasn't right when he got like this, you could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he sat through dinner eyebrows furrowed, his mind trying to put puzzle pieces together to resolve whatever was bothering him. Normally it was the case he was working on or some complex scientific concept he had been researching, but tonight felt different. There was an air of hesitancy and frustration that loomed over him like a storm cloud about to burst. 

Spencer quickly met your gaze, his brown eyes widening as if he was shocked you had noticed his behaviour, like he hadn't just sat through dinner barely speaking two words. 

“N-Nothings wrong. It's just uhh the case we're working on right now.” 

Spencer stuttered as he spoke, peering into his lap to fidget with his fingers. God those fingers, what you would do to feel them on your body or slipping in and out of your… Fuck no focus focus focus.

You finished drying the last plate and placed it back into the draw before you leaned both hands against the counter. Your position had you towering over Spencer who was seated on the other side,

 “You are so cute when you lie.” 

You spoke playfully but couldn't conceal the underlying flirtation in your tone that was dying to come out and play. What you were able to hide was the bitter pang that shot straight through your heart. Not because he was lying to you, but because whatever he was going through he didn't think that he could talk to you about it.  

Despite his enormous intelligence, Spencer was sensitive and he let things get to him. You knew how his team could be, picking on him because he was the youngest and less experienced in most areas of life. Despite your raging sexual attraction to the boy you also cared deeply for him and knew that if he didn't talk to you about it he would keep it bottled up. 

Spencer looked to you again, he swallowed at the way you loomed over him his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat. His cheeks had taken on a slight rosiness at your comment and you relished in the effect you had on his body, knowing exactly where his mind was probably heading. 

He instinctively leaned in closer as he rushed to defend himself,

 “W-what! I'm n-not lying.”

You met his challenge by coming even nearer, now face to face with the boy wonder. You couldn't help but admire his beauty being this close, the way his glasses framed his big brown eyes, the sharpness of his reddening cheekbones and the way his pink lips were slightly parted almost welcoming you in.   

“You think I can't tell when you're lying Spence? We've lived together for almost a year.”

The nickname made Spencer’s breath catch in his throat, he shifted nervously in his seat suddenly very aware of your close proximity. He tore his eyes from yours fidgeting anxiously, trying to ignore the familiar feeling of arousal bubbling in his stomach.

Spencer prayed that you were oblivious to the fact that being around you often excited him in more ways than one. He also prayed that you would drop the subject as he was sure discussing it with you could only result in his own humiliation. Spencer stood from his position and walked over to the couch partly to hide away from your questions but also to hide the way his pants had begun to tighten in a not-so-subtle way.

“Fine, I lied! I just don't think you can help me out with this one. It's personal and kind of… embarrassing.” He let out a defeated sigh and buried his face in his hands. His attempts to detur you only heightened your curiosity and if his problem had to do with what you thought it did there was no way you were backing down now.

You sat down next to him on the couch and gently pulled away his hands so you could see his face.

“Spencer, you've literally seen me at my worst. How many times have you held my hair while I emptied my guts into the toilet after a night out? Or have to comfort me when I'm a mess after coming home from a bad date?” Or have me weak in the knees while I fuck myself to the sounds of you getting yourself off, “Nothing you say could be any more embarrassing than anything I've done.” 

You place a reassuring hand on his thigh, feeling him tense up under your touch, you meet his eyes and spoke smoothly, “Let me help you”.

If Spencer wasn't hard before he certainly was now, having you so close with your hands on his body made his brain go fuzzy and a burning heat had begun to engulf the air around him. As much as he didn't want to tell you what happened, he wanted your attention more, he wanted you to continue dotting over him and talking to him in that gentle affectionate tone. Maybe it was his nerves or the uncomfortable pressure of his cock straining against his briefs but before he knew it he was a blubbering mess trying to explain to you what had occurred earlier that day.

“I-its not really a big deal. It was just at work we got to talking about relationships and sex and everyone had stories to share but when it got to me I didn't know what to say and M-morgan made a joke about how I wouldn't even know how to get a date with a woman let alone please one and I know it was only a joke but I just-” 

You gripped the frantic boy’s arms tightly and stroked them soothingly trying to get him to slow down, “Woah woah slow down sweetheart. None of that is true, you shouldn't lis-” 

Spencer interrupted you, big puppy dog eyes staring into yours, “The thing is it is true. Not the getting a date aspect, I think I could manage that but when it comes to sex I… I’m not really the most experienced with that type of thing and I’m worried that when I am put in that position I won’t know what to do.”

Spencer's cheeks burned with embarrassment at his admission and he struggled now to meet your eyes. You felt terrible for him and the way his work colleagues teased him but you also couldn't help but think how fucking perfect this all was. This was your chance to finally get a taste of the man who had been destroying your body and mind for far too long.

You sat up straight making yourself tall and turned yourself to face him, “I see” You replied and pretended to be deep in thought before lowering one hand to draw faint patterns on his knee. Spencer's jaw clenched at the gesture, his eyes glued to the spot where your feathered touch roamed. 

“Maybe you just need some practice.” You spoke in a sultry tone as your fingers pushed deeper, nails scraping lightly at the skin beneath his pants. 

Spencer let out an almost non-existent groan at the pressure, he was absolutely dumbfounded by the situation and shift in your behaviour. There was no way this was happening, no way you were offering what he thought you were. It had to be some kind of sick joke. The boy's voice had risen at least two octaves as he breathlessly replied,

 “P-practice? I umm I’m not sure I understand.” 

You moved your hand from his knee and gripped his thigh firmly, moving it back and forth, sensually stroking. With your eyes on his lower half, you could clearly see the large tent that had formed under his pants. Your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight, your arousal intensifying rapidly and leaking into your panties. You were so in you thought to yourself a satisfied smirk forming on your lips. 

You leaned in and whispered into his ear, “I think you do genius.” your hand slowly crept higher and higher towards his cock, ghosting delicately over his hardness, “I think your body definitely does.” 

Spencer let out a delicious whimper, sheepishly bucking his hips up to meet your hand. You chuckled at his eagerness and continued your torture, adding some pressure so you were lightly palming him, “I’m more than happy to help you out Spence, if thats what you want. You need to tell me if you want me to stop.”

Spencer was a mess, replying to your command with a blissful whine. He continued his attempts to push up into your hand needing more friction to relieve the unbearable ache between his thighs. To his dismay, you removed your hand completely from his crotch, instead wrapping it gently around the slender column of his neck. 

The way he looked at you in that moment was enough to make you cum on the spot. His innocent big eyes were slightly watery from your teasing, his cheeks a new level of flushed and strands of his dishevelled hair hung loosely over his eyes. He looked at you with so much want, you knew he was putty in your hands. You shifted yourself so you sat in his lap, staring down at the heavenly sight below you, 

“I'm gonna need to hear your words, baby. Do you want me to stop or keep going?”

The pressure of your body on his made Spencer squirm beneath you and you could practically feel the way his thickness throbbed against your core. Spencer looked at you with despair in his eyes as he involuntarily bucked up into you and begged, 

“P-please don't stop!”

That was all you needed to hear to let the fun begin. You began to grind down with a slow but sturdy rhythm, earning an array of breathy groans from the boy under you. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth and whispered an encouraging “Good boy” into his ear. 

Spencer gasped at the nickname, his movements becoming faster and more frantic. Your warm body on his, the dominance of your tone, the realisation that you wanted him. It was all to much. He was grinding into you like a horny teenager, a mixture of moans and broken words falling from his open mouth, 

“Fuckk. Ahhh, please, please” his whines were like honey as they melted into the air around you and you couldn't help but let out your own at the way he writhed underneath you. You planted two hands on his chest giving you more leverage to rub back and forth over his clothed hardness as you slowed your pace, the new sensation sent you both into orbit, Spencer shutting his eyes tight with his mouth agape letting out shallow laboured breaths. His big hands went straight to your hips, fingers digging into the supple flesh there as he pushed you into him even harder. You threw your head back taking in the way his large bulge repeatedly bumped perfectly against your sensitive clit.   

“Feels so good baby, tell me what you want pretty boy.” you managed to ask through moans.

Spencer's eyes remained shut, completely wrapped up in the pleasure of the moment as he begged, “N-need to feel you. F-feel more of you. Need to kiss you please let me kiss you”

The pathetic tone of his voice as he asked for your permission to kiss was borderline ridiculous, but he had been so good and you'd be lying if you said you weren't dying to feel his wet mouth on yours. You halted your movements climbing off his lap, earning a disappointed whine from the boy. Spencer opened his eyes and peered at you, waiting for your next move. You couldn't believe what a mess he was for you, the FBI’s golden boy absolutely pussy drunk and waiting for your instructions. It was laughable. And the hottest thing you had ever seen. 

Spencer's anxious mind started reeling at the loss of contact and he began to fumble an apology thinking he had done something wrong, “I'm sorry, we d-dont have to. I just wanted to-”

You cut him off speaking in an authoritative voice, “clothes off and lie down.” 

Spencer looked at you hesitantly for about half a second then hurried to undo his belt and buttons, almost falling over himself in the process. While he worked you did the same, removing everything but your bra and panties which had become practically see-through from the wetness that had soaked through. By the time you were finished, Spencer was already lying nervously on the couch, his hands covering his exposed cock from your view. He spoke awkwardly,

“Umm, I don't have any uhh… protection.” 

You let out a condescending laugh as you stalked over to him, kneeling beside his head. You ran a hand through his soft hair,

“Don't worry sweetness, I’m not gonna fuck you tonight. We have plenty of time for that.”  

As much as you wanted to fuck his brains out, you were going to take things slow with Spencer and show him all the different ways two people could pleasure each other. He looked at you confused and began to ask what you meant but you cut him off by slamming your lips onto his, earning a surprised yelp from Spencer as your tongue slid into his mouth. 

Spencer's kiss was sloppy and filled with need as he gripped your head between his hands and explored your mouth with his tongue. He tasted like peppermint and cinnamon and you found yourself lost in his kisses, falling deeper and deeper into an intoxicated bliss. You could stay with him like this forever, but you knew that there was a more pressing matter that needed to be taken care of. You moved from his lips to his neck sucking and biting every tender spot you could find that made him groan beneath you. You trailed your way down his chest to his abdomen, which was surprisingly toned despite his thinness. You stopped when you reached the place he needed you most, taking in the sight before you. 

Spencer's cock was better than you could ever have imagined. He was bigger than you expected and extremely hard, his length pressing straight up against his abdomen. Your mouth watered at the way precum dripped from the top of his aggravated tip and slid down over the veiny thickness of his length. The view put you in a trance and you couldn't help but reach out and wrap your hand around him, stroking him softly and moving your thumb around his swollen tip. Spencer's hips lifted up off the couch as he moaned into your touch, you thought he might cum there and then so you halted your movements squeezing him at the base. Spencer whined desperately, his red tip had begun to turn purple from all the stimulation. Fuck he was so sensitive, so desperate to come that he began moving his hips, fucking himself into your hand as you watched on in awe. 

But you didn't want him to cum like this so you removed your hand which didn't stop him from continuing to fuck up into nothing, getting closer and closer to finishing while you straddled him. He stopped moving when he felt your weight on him, he looked wrecked as he looked at you, his eyes glazed over in a dreamy, eager haze. You kept his gaze as you lowered your clothed core down onto the flatness of his length, his slickness only adding to the already-soaked fabric of your panties. You were throbbing at the contact and the friction of his cock sliding through your folds with only the rough cotton of your panties keeping you apart.

“Were you about to cum baby?” You began to move back and forth on top of him, matching his quick movements.

“Yes.. I’m S-so close” he panted suddenly jutting his hips against your slickness.

“Well that's too bad, you only get to c-cum when I say so okay? You spoke through moans as Spencer’s pace increased, a familiar tingly warmth beginning to radiate through your core.

Spencer didn't answer back, too caught up in the feeling of your wetness between his cock which had become drenched in your juices. You leaned down and gripped his throat, a lot rougher than you had the first time, “I asked you a question.” you ordered and Spencer was quick to reply, hips still moving at a frantic pace,

“Yes! Yes Mom-” he whined but stopped himself stuttering to finish, “Only when you say”

He had no time to feel embarrassed at the name he almost called you as he felt his cock twitch signalling that he was close to release. Little did he know that you were already aware of what he wanted and you were more than happy to give it to him.

Spencer's pace began to falter and his nails dug deep into your hips his own bucked wildly underneath you. He sat up a little allowing gravity to pull you down even harder onto him, each time he moved his cock pounded right against your clit creating a rhythm that sent you spiralling closer and closer towards release. All the air was sucked out of the room replaced by a sinful heat as the both of you used each other to get yourselves off. 

Spencer whimpered incoherently, mouth hanging open, eyes screwed shut as he begged you to let him finish,

“Plea- fuck - please let me cum, please let me cumahh” 

Tears were forming in his eyes as you looked down at his desperate state, wrapping your arms around his neck you pushed your chest into his so you were as close as possible and whispered to him,

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes!” he cried “pleasee”

“Okay cum for me then. Cum for Mommy”

Spencer let out a choked cry as he jutted into you with an animalistic force, holding you tight against him as he cried out,

“Fuck Mommy, gonn- gonna cum. Thank you mommy, Thank you, Thankyo-” His own release interrupted him as he whined loudly into your shoulder hips rocking as thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock onto his abdomen. The sight of his pleasure sent you over the edge too, your orgasm crashing down on you as you rode it out overstimulating Spencer's already leaking cock. 

The two of you panted heavily trying to catch your breath, you leaned down and planted a sweet kiss on Spencer’s lips which he gladly accepted. He chuckled underneath you and looked at you with bewilderment,

“I can't believe we just did that.”

You giggled lightly back, running a hair through his messy hair and replied,

“I can't wait to do it again.”

[guiltyc0nscience]

⋆˙⟡ tough love, chris sturniolo

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis. in which you and chris struggle to confront your growing distance and fear of losing each other.

warnings. arguments, fear, insecurity, mention of emotional exhaustion, walking out, angst.

word count. 447 words.

authors note. just something quick to put out <3

you leaned against the cold kitchen counter, the ticking of the clock on your apartment wall cutting through the silence like shards of glass. the air was heavy, suffocating, filled with unsaid words and lingering tension. chris was seated at the small dining table, his hands wrapped around a pepsi can that had gone lukewarm.

the kitchen used to be your safe space. you’d laugh here, stealing bites of each others food and chasing each other around the cramped space while laughing your asses off. now, the distance between you felt unbearable.

“i don’t know how to fix this,” you finally said, your voice trembling but steady enough to reveal your exhaustion. your arms crossed over your chest, not as a sign of defiance but as a way to protect yourself from falling apart.

chris didn’t look up right away. his gaze stayed fixed on the blue can in front of him, fizzing noises coming out of the can. when he finally met your eyes, they were clouded, conflicted. “i don’t think you even want to,” he said, his voice low and hoarse, carrying the weight of nights spent arguing and mornings filled with silence.

“that’s not fair,” you shot back, your heart clenching. “i’ve been trying. god, chris, i’ve been trying so hard—“

“then why does it feel like i’m the only one fighting?” chris interrupted, his words sharp enough to cut through your defences. he pushed the chair back with a groan, standing up and pacing the small space as if moving would ease the chaos in his mind.

you stepped closer, your fingers twitching as if you wanted to reach for him but you didn’t dare. “i’m here, aren’t i? i’m still here.”

chris stopped pacing and turned to face you, his jaw set tight. “being here physically isn’t enough, y/n. you’re not really here anymore”

his words hit you like a punch to the gut. you blinked, your throat tightening. “you think i don’t feel the same about you? that i don’t miss what we had?”

“then why won’t you let me in?” he demanded, his voice rising. “every time i try to talk to you, you just shut me out. you just—“

“i don’t shut you out!” you yelled, the crack in your voice betraying you. “i don’t shut you out, chris. im just—“ you stopped, struggling to find the words, your breathing uneven. “i’m just scared, okay? scared of how far we’ve drifted from each other.”

chris’ expression softened, but only slightly. he stepped closer, his voice quieter now. “we’re already falling apart, y/n. we can’t keep pretending like we’re not. but if you’re too scared to even try, then…maybe there really isn’t anything left.”

your lips parted to respond, but nothing came out. the silence that followed was deafening, and in they moment, the distance between you felt insurmountable.

chris’ shoulders slumped, and he ran a hand through his hair. “i need to go clear my head,” he muttered, grabbing his car keys from the table.

“chris…” you started, but he shook his head.

“i’ll be back,” he said softly, though his voice lacked conviction. and with that, he walked out the door, leaving you alone with the echoes of what was slipping away.

[eomayas]

chasing pavements • hjs

pairing: husband!joshua x wife!reader, parent au

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

synopsis: just reader and joshua being parents

warnings: parental woes, arguments, past childhood trauma, girl-dad!joshua, their child is nameless and is called ‘baby’

a/n: the people asked for dad!shua but nobody said which kind…🤭 anyway this was v random and is very parent-y so beware!

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sighing out a deep breath, you open your eyes and try to make your voice as gentle and even as possible. “i’ve asked you to clean up your mess three times now, baby. i’m not going to ask you again,” you stop stirring the spoon in the pot to look over your shoulder at her. she’s busy dragging her crayons over a coloring page, not bothering to look up at you.

“but im not done!” she whines, bottoms lip jutting out with the beginnings of a tantrum. you tense and and blink a few times as she just whines, tiny hand holding the crayon tightly in her hand. she’s not even coloring inside of the lines, just streaking the colors over the sheet haphazardly.

“dinner is almost ready. clean it up,” you voice is stern, tension in your tone rising as well as in your posture. you grip the ladle tightly in your fist, your other hand braced against the kitchen counter. “if i have to ask you again, then-“ the consequence dies on your tongue at the sound of the lock clicking and the front door opening. she gasps and shoots up from the table, loose crayons scattering across the wood floors.

“papa!” she shouts, running down the hall to greet joshua. you close your eyes and push out a breath from your nose. your jaw is tight as you turn back to face the stove. “look at what i got from school today! oh, and you missed seeing soobin today!”

“yeah? what is it?” he’s pressing a kiss to her cheek as he enters the kitchen, making her giggle when he blows raspberry against her skin. joshua sets her down so she can run to her backpack. “hey, baby.” he says, a hand sliding around to your hip and his lips pressing against your jaw in a greeting.

“hey,” you shrug him off of you and turn the burner down to low heat. “uh-uh, you can show daddy after dinner. go clean up,” you say, stopping her short when she comes back with a paper from school clutched in her hands.

that bottom lip juts out again and her eyes dart over to joshua for help. it only frustrates you more, because all three of you know that she has him in her palm. “well- joshua, stop.” you bark, throwing your arm out to the side to push against his abdomen. “go clean up the table so we can eat dinner.” her eyes well up with tears, and you feel like the biggest asshole in the world for making her cry. you remember a brief moment of yourself as a child and being scared each time your father asked you to do something. he never had to ask you or your siblings more than once—you all found out the hard way—and worry that you’re doing the same thing to her.

she huffs and spins around, her walk mopey as she puts her paper back into her bag and starts to slowly pick up the crayons. you feel joshua start, his hand gently pushing yours away as he makes his way over to her. “i’ll help you, princess,” he says and you grit your teeth.

“joshua, stop! i’ve asked her six times now, she needs to listen!” you’re on the brink of snapping, another word out of him or her is very likely to send you over the edge. it’s rough. the day was shitty from the jump, but you didn’t think it would be this bad by the end.

you expect joshua to at least have your back when you put a number on it, he looks over at you before glancing down at your daughter with sad eyes. “y/n, she’s just a baby.”

“goddamnit, joshua! let me do this!”

and then the dam breaks. her wail ripples through you like an electric current, setting off all of the alarms and signals that let you know your daughter is in trouble. except, you put her in this position, and now your heart has sunk to your stomach. joshua hurries to pick her up, cradling her against his chest and smoothing his hand over her hair. you stay rooted at your place by the stove, ignoring the sting in your nose and the newly formed lump in your throat. joshua shushes her softly like he used to when she was much smaller, but she just keeps wailing.

her cries slice through your heart and shred it to pieces. you want to walk over to her and hold her, tell her that you’re sorry, but you don’t think it’ll help. “baby- i’ve got it,” joshua cuts you off this time, cutting his eyes at you as he keeps trying to console her.

it only frustrates you more, and your anger is misplaced when you spit out, “deal with dinner, then. since you’ve got everything,” and storm out of the kitchen, your heels punctuating the end of the conversation. you fly up the stairs and into your bedroom, kicking off your shoes into your closet.

you stand there, in the middle of the walk-in, with your hands on your hips as you take in deep, shuddering breaths. your vision blurs with tears that you don’t let fall, instead blinking them away as you try to regain control over your breathing. her crying face swims through your mind and you almost forget why you’re so upset. almost. but unlucky for her, you’re not as easily swayed like joshua is.

grabbing a sweatshirt and a pair of pants off of their hangers, you quickly undress from your work outfit, and pull onto the much more comfortable clothes. you shove your feet into a pair of sneakers and push out a breath. her cries echo through the house, and you wince at her gasping breaths. it’s muffled, but you can hear joshua trying to calm her down, though whatever he says makes her let out a piercing wail that makes you flinch. it all feels too much; your guilt, her crying, your frustration at the both of them for different things.

you slip out of the bedroom and move as quickly and quietly as you can down the stairs. you force your eyes away from the kitchen and grab your purse off of the accent table in the foyer, and leave the house without a word.

i’m just like my father.

the thought rang through your head the the moment you pulled out of your neighborhood. it almost brought you to tears, but you managed to keep them in again. and you almost turned back, but couldn’t. you have the harrowing realization that the more you fought to be better than him, you ended up a mirror. it makes your stomach flip and turn, but yet you still don’t turn around.

time is a flat circle.

there’s not a place you’re heading for. you’ve just been driving on the back roads for nearly two hours. the sun set a long time ago, and now the sky is dark and unwelcoming. you should go him, you know it, but facing your husband isn’t something you feel up for at the moment.

turning into a dimly lit convenience store parking lot, you pull into a space and out your car in park. you sigh and lean back against the headrest, shutting your eyes and reminding yourself to breathe. you visualize a square and practice the breathing exercise your therapist taught you. in for four, out for four, her voice echoes through your head. it calms down the storm brewing inside of you and brings you back down. that voice in the back of your head, the one telling you that you’re just like your own dad, gets a little quieter.

your phone buzzes in the cup holder, and you pick it up.

joshua: you don’t have to tell me where you are, just lmk that you’re ok.

you: i’m okay.

you gnaw on your bottom lip, deciding that it’s time to go home. it’s past your daughters bedtime now, and you can guarantee that she’s already tucked in and asleep. at least you won’t have to deal with the both of them tonight.

on your way home, you pass a donut shop that is surprisingly open. you stop and quickly run in. the pastries surprisingly look fresh for 8pm, and order half a dozen of your daughters favorite (chocolate with sprinkles, and maple), before heading to the car to make your way home.

the stress of the day starts to weigh on you halfway home. the morning started out rough; joshua had to go into work early, so taking your daughter was your duty. from the moment you woke her up, she was in meltdown mode. you take the blame for rushing a seven year old, but you let her have juice in her lunch instead of the usual water, so you figured that it evened everything out. but then you were late from picking her up from the after school program she sometimes goes to if neither you nor joshua can pick her up, and she whined about it the whole way home. never mind the fact that your workday was filled with hour-long, unnecessary meetings.

you yawn as you pull into your neighborhood and up to your driveway. you stall in the car for a moment, looking at the dark house in front of you, save for the bright porch light. there’s a chance that joshua has gone to bed, but in your heart of hearts you know that he’s waiting up for you. deciding to just deal with your life, you grab the box of donuts and your belongings, and get out of the car.

you quietly make you way into the house, lightly shutting the front door and locking it behind you. just the sight of the kitchen makes you tense, and when you walk in you’re met with a clean kitchen table and floor, no signs of there ever being a previous mess. you put the donuts away in the fridge to keep them fresh.

with a sigh, you exit the kitchen and start up tje stairs, footsteps light just in case the stairs creak. you step into your bedroom with a quiet sigh, and shut the door. the light from the en suite bathroom shines through the cracked door, and you can hear joshua in there. grabbing some pajamas, you pull on a tshirt just as joshua comes into the room. “hey,” he says, voice soft.

“hi,” you tug the shirt over your head and toss your other clothing items into the hamper. he lingers near the bathroom door with his arms crossed over his chest, watching you as you make yourself busy with little things.

“we need to talk about earlier,” joshua says. you don’t look up at him as you apply hand cream.

you take a moment before responding. “okay,” you breathe out, roughly massaging the lotion into your skin. you hear joshua shuffle on the other side of the room.

“you can’t yell at her like that,” joshua says gently. you sit up and stare across the room at a family photo, blinking a few times.

“i know. but i asked her six times to do something, and she still didn’t even do it. you need to let me discipline her,” you say, finally looking over at him. he uncrosses his arms to run a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh as he does.

“she’s just a baby.”

“she’s seven.”

“she’s a little girl, honey,” joshua says, like that changes anything. you two are usually on the same page when it comes to disciplining her, though she doesn’t really get disciplined because she’s an good kid. you thought he’d understand your frustration today, but he doesn’t and you feel like your back is against the wall.

the fight in you is gone, though a flicker or your earlier anger lights inside of you upon hearing him talk. “okay, and i shouldn’t have to tell her to do something six times. she should just do it the first time,” you say, looking at him pointedly. he pokes his tongue in his cheek, and you know he doesn’t agree with you and is holding back whatever he wants to say. “and, i don’t need you to step in when im trying to teach her something. you need to let me parent her.”

“are you implying that i don’t parent her?” he asks, head tilting to the side. you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow the frustrated groan at the back of your throat.

“i’m not implying anything. im telling you that you need to let me teach her things, without interrupting me. because she’s going to think that she can get out of everything if she looks at you,” you say. joshua purses his lips and looks down at his feet, nodding slowly. “you have to stop babying her, joshua.”

asking him to do that is like asking him to recolor the sky: it’s impossible. one look at her and his entire backbone shatters. it’s sweet sometimes, until you need him to enforce some rules.

“fine, alright? but you can’t yell at her like that. you heard how she cried afterwards,” he says, his voice less gentle than before. you blink at him and drag a hand down your face. you’re ready to put this conversation to bed—nothing feels like it’s going to get resolved tonight. “she was scared, baby. remember that night when i met your dad? she had that same look on her face.” your stomach drops at the memory.

the first time you let joshua meet your dad was also the last time he saw him, until your daughter was born. you were in college, and had only been dating joshua for a few months, but you felt so sure about him. he was the first person you felt so sure about, and it scared you, but you felt like in order for joshua to understand you and to love you, he had to meet your dad. he’d met everybody else in your family, but you were putting off him meeting your dad because of how your father is. the night started out fine, everybody was generally getting along with each other and joshua was fitting in. you were on edge, worried that something would happen so much so that you weren’t able to relax. you were running around trying to help your mom with the kitchen, be a good host to joshua, and avoid pissing off your dad.

and then it happened. you can hardly recall the reason now, since you’ve really tried to block it out of your memory, but you forgot a dish, or burned something that he wanted in particular, and he flipped out. you were in your twenties, so you didn’t have a problem standing up for yourself at that point. but because your new boyfriend was there, and it was humiliating that he was yelling at you like that in front of company, all you could do was cry. you begged him to stop with tears streaming down your face, begged him not to say things in front of joshua. he ignored your pleas as they only made him explode. joshua tried standing up for you, but your dad yelled at him too, claimed joshua was ‘disrespecting’ him, and told him to get out.

joshua left but took you with him. he kissed your mom and siblings goodbye, and whisked you out of the house. you were so embarrassed that you could hardly talk through the tears. you expected joshua to break up with you after that, and managed to ask if he was going to leave you. he stayed and proposed to you five months later, and you quietly eloped together, only a few of your friends knowing about it.

“i’m not like him,” you say, throat closing. joshua’s face falls and his features soften as your eyes well up with tears, already moving to walk over to you.

“no, you’re not,” he clarifies, sitting next to you on the bed and pulling you into his chest. you press your fists into your eyes and try to control your breathing while he softly rubs your back. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you.” joshua whispers, kissing your head as you tremble in his arms. he keeps his lips pressed to your hair and lets you fight the tears, never once letting go of you.

your eyes ache from pressing against them and you pull your hands away, sniffing and trying to pull yourself away from him. joshua only holds onto you tighter which makes your eyes well up again, and you can’t believe you’ve been brought to tears more times tonight than in the year so far. “i left,” you mumble weakly.

“you came back.”

“but i left.”

joshua pulls back enough to look down at you. you look up at him with sad eyes and he lets go of you to wipe your face. “and you came back. you’re nothing like him, baby. you’re a good mom, a good wife, and you care. you left, but you came back. water under the bridge,” he says, pushing your hair out of your face. you blink tears away as he peers down at you before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“i love you. and im sorry,” you murmur, wiping under your eyes.

“i love you too, and we both have things to work on.”

you nod, and let him hold you until you eventually doze off, headache and all. you only wake up in the middle of the night because you’re uncomfortable, and move to your side of the bed. joshua still tugs you back into his chest and the two of you mange to stay that was until the morning.

when you wake, joshua is right behind you. he talks you down when you panic about facing your baby. “does she hate me?” you ask, wiping sleep out of your eyes.

“of course not,” he says, a small frown on his face. you want to tell him to wait until she’s a teenager, but he looks distraught enough at your question, so you just nod.

she’s asleep when you peek in her room, sprawled out on her small bed. you creep over quietly and kneel beside her, gently shaking her shoulder. she wakes up easily, stretching her short limbs before she opens her eyes. “mommy?” she mumbles, rubbing her eyes with a small yawn.

“hi, baby,” you say, smoothing a hand over her head. she looks up at you timidly, and your stomach knots. “did you sleep okay?” she nods and you give her a small smile. “mommy’s sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“it’s okay,” she says, sitting up. it’s not, but you’ll take her accepting your apology. “can i have a hug?” her voice is small, and makes you want to cry because she doesn’t have to ask you for that.

“of course, baby,” you say, wrapping yourself around her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. your hold her for awhile, until she starts to struggle against you. “i got you something.” you say once you loosen your hold around her. her eyes light up and you smile, scooping her up and heading downstairs.

you pull the box of donuts out of the fridge snd she gasps when you open the lid. you let her have a whole donut for breakfast, and promise her half of one after dinner. you apologize again, and she tells you that it’s okay again. one day, you’ll let her know that she can’t just say ‘it’s okay’ whenever somebody apologizes, but for now you let it be.

[potchi-fics]

attention

i | ii | iii | iv | v

 an engineer is what you are in piltover. your life mostly consists of work, work, sleep, more work, and helping people when you have free time, so just more work– it’s all you’ve known for whole your life. 

so tell me why you’re in Zaun, hiding under your cloak, gripping your dagger tightly in your small but calloused hands. you do not belong here , you think to yourself. you feel uneasy, anxious, fidgety, tense, on edge; hell, all the synonyms for those words. the thought of zaunites being violent has been engraved in your brain, all the years you’ve been in topside are to be blamed. thuds of your boots meeting the wet ground reach your ears and you cant help but feel their stares, glares , on your figure so you do the next thing that pops up in your mind: enter the bar .

you heave out a sigh at the sight of the bar, drunkards sleeping on the counter. you turn your head and you see a group of people playing cards. you turn your head one more time to see some shady stuff happening in the corner so you choose to ignore it and make yourself seated on a stool– a couple of chairs away from a snoring drunk. 

“what’ll you have?” a rough voice interrupted you from taking a longer look around.

       your gaze falls onto the bartender, catching a glimpse of his name tag: markus. opting for a light drink, you ordered a beer. finally settling down, you feel your muscles relax, convincing yourself that you’re safe.

a clink from the glass cup brings your attention back to markus, still a bit jumpy. “first time?”

“what?” your voice is thick with surprise, unintentionally exposing yourself. 

“not a speck of dirt on you,” he starts, “not even a speck of dust on you. what are you doing here, topsider?” 

       markus’ eyes doesnt judge you, the use of his nickname topsider does not hold any judgment. your shoulders slump down slightly as relief washes over you because, for some reason, you just know that he wont rat you out to the public.

beer almost escaping the cup seeing you quickly bring it up to your lips, “to be honest with you, i dont even know, man. i guess i just got curious?”

he snorts, busying himself with cleaning other cups, “curiosity will get you killed, lady.” 

       you talk for a few minutes before getting interrupted by a sudden yelling. you dont bother to look around– given the sounds of punching, groaning, and more punching, you figure to mind your own business. instinctively, your hand reaches for your dagger just in time when a drunkard sluggishly approaches you.

slurred words, a stinky smell fills your aroma which makes you wince, “what’re you doin’ here all ‘lone, pretty?”

you try to ignore him.

“hey,” he puts his hand on your shoulder, “im talking to you, bitch.”

       blink and they’d miss how you swat his filthy hand away from you just to stab it into the counter. screams of agony filled the already noisy bar but you could only glare at the man– your eyes soulless and dead. 

he grabs your wrist holding the dagger with his other hand. “you bitch,” he manages to snarl out. 

“yeah? sorry,” you finish him off by slamming his head on the side of the counter, “didnt hear you.” you spat out.

       effectively knocking him out, you angrily take back your dagger, making eye contact with the scared bartender. his eyes widening signaled you that someone was behind you, ready to strike. mentally thanking him, you took a step to the side, barely escaping an angry fist. men are such babies. seeing an opening for a strike to his head, you took it– mustering all the strength in your body to punch him. he stumbles back a bit while holding his head before charging at you– however, you were much quicker: you threw your remaining beer at his face, distracting and blinding him for a moment. but a moment is all you need; you stab his side, lifting his head by pushing his jaw upwards, you pull out your knife before sinking your lovely knife into his shoulder. he didnt get a chance to scream since you grabbed his head with both of your hands and forcibly slamming his face down on the stool.

“fuck,” you pant out, adrenaline pumping in your veins now. “fucking stupid ass fucking bitches gettin’ on my fucking damn nerve. what is wrong with you drunkards.”

      with a crouch, you snatched your dagger from the man’s shoulder, wiping it on his clothes in the process of cleaning it. once more, you look at markus– taking notice of the eerily quiet bar, shit , the curse echoed in your mind.

you bring your finger up to your lips to signal him to be quiet. one last look at the man on the floor, you throw change into the bloody counter and leave the bar as fast as possible. you turn to alleyways to alleyways to run away from a bar because you know that you made a scene, and the last thing that you want is attention.

what you dont know is a cloaked figure, smoke coming out of her cigarette is already watching your every move. you dont know that you’ve caught the eyes of a one-armed army, her mechanical arm softly humming as its gears and fans do their jobs.

       you dont know you’ve caught the attention of sevika.

[myloveobbsessed]

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Genre: angst

Warnings: mentions of reader dying

Characters: Katsuki Bakugo x terminally ill femreader

Notes: - thought I needed to write a little angst.

- Bakugo is a pro hero in this.

•••

Katsuki checks the time on his phone, before putting more pressure on the gas pedal. Your favorite flowers and sweets lying in the passenger seat.

He had just gotten off his shift and a little later than usual he immidently makes his way to the hospital not bothering to go home and change. Being held back irritated him as he now has lost some time with you.

Soon he reaches the hospital, parking he grabs your items and speed walks in passing the front counter. Already memorizing your room number quickly reaching the door he stands there for a moment before walking in.

Spotting you looking out the window, though when hearing the door open you turn you head a smile appearing on your face. The corners of his lips turn up as he walks to the side of your bed taking a seat in a chair.

The blonde slips his hand into yours “sorry im late. Got held up at the office” you just shake your head in response. “Its fine Kats. I don't mind if you're a little late.”

Your eyes trail to the flowers and box of take out on his lap. “Those for me?” you ask despite already knowing the answer. Your boyfirend grins handing you your gifts. “You know they are Sweets.”

You bring the take out closer and open the box the aroma of it invading your nostrils. “Ah thank you I'm so tired of hospital food.”

Katsuki scoffs lightly, leaning back in the chair but never letting go of your hand. “Yeah, figured you would be. Told ‘em a hundred times their food tastes like cardboard.” He watches as you dig into the takeout, clearly relieved, and the sight of you finally smiling a little brighter softens the usual edge in his eyes.

He brushes a thumb over your knuckles, gaze lingering on your face. “You eat that whole box, yeah? I’ll bring you more tomorrow.”

You pause mid-bite, swallowing before giving him a teasing look. “So demanding.”

“Damn right,” he mutters, but his voice is low and warm. “I’m not lettin’ you lose any more weight ‘cause of those dry-ass meatloafs they serve here.”

You lightly chuckle popping some chicken in your mouth “the meatloaf isn't the worst thing here”. Katsuki silently watches you eat, lightly squeezing your hand every now and then.

His eyes trailing to the iv connected to you and the soft beeping of the heart monitor. His mind thinking back to the conversation him and your doctor had. How he only gives six months tops maybe less.

You've been terminally ill for some time now and the thought of soon being without you mentally breaks him. Though he tries not to let you see that.

You glance up between bites, catching the faraway look in his eyes. The slight tension in his jaw. You know him too well not to notice it.

“Kats,” you murmur, swallowing, “I’m okay… right now, I’m okay.”

His gaze snaps back to you, and he offers a quick nod, though his hand tightens around yours like he’s scared you’ll slip through his fingers if he lets go for even a second.

“Yeah,” he says, voice rough. “I know. Just… hate seein’ you in this place.”

You smile, reaching over with your free hand to brush your fingers through his messy blonde hair. “It’s not so bad when you’re here. Makes this place feel like home.”

Bakugo averts his gaze again his brows furrowing “I don't want it to be. You should be at our home, where you belong.”

His words cause a small pain in your heart “I know..I want to be there too…” you move your food and flowers to your beside table to let the blonde burry his head in your lap his arms wrapping around your waist one of your hands finding its place in his hair while the other softly rubs his back.

Tears threaten to escape Katsuki’s eyes and wet the hospital sheets. Every night you're not lying beside him in your shared bed, in the kitchen finishing up dinner when he gets off a tiring day of hero work, or keeping yourself awake till late hours of the night to wait for him to finally get arrive home so you two could go to sleep tighter wrapped in each others embrace.

He refused to let the thought of loosing you cloud up his mind drowning out every other thought. But he couldn't help it. He knew that you would succumb to your terrible fate. Scared that he would not be there in your final moments. He didn't know if he wanted to be.

Katsuki lets out a shaky breath against the sheets the sensation of your fingers combing through his hair bringing some comfort. He parts his lips muttering low you almost don't hear him “please don't leave me…”.

Another pang in your chest, your hand halting in place a short silence taking over the two of you before you speak. “Lie down with me” visitors aren't supposed to lie down with the patients but you didn't care.

Katsuki lifts his head to look at you for a moment before getting up and swiftly taking off anything on his hero costume that would get in the way or be uncomfortable and carefully getting beside you on the bed definitely not meant for two but you made it work. Your husband pulls you close agsint him holding you tightly though not enough to hurt. He would rather die than he even think about inflicting pain on you.

He buries his face in your hair taking in your scent as you lie your head on his chest.

The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek slowly eases the ache that had settled in your own. His heart beats strong and steady, grounding you in a moment that you both know can’t last forever but right now, neither of you are thinking about then. Only this.

Katsuki’s hand runs up and down your back in slow, careful strokes, like if he stops, you’ll vanish. His voice is soft gentler than anyone else ever gets to hear it as he speaks near your ear.

“I hate this place,” he says, lips brushing your temple. “Hate the smell, the sounds… the way they look at you like you’re already gone.”

You nuzzle into him, closing your eyes. “But I’m not. I’m still here.”

He exhales shakily, clutching you tighter. “Yeah. You are. And I’m gonna make sure every second you are, you’re not alone.”

A silence falls again, thick with unspoken feelings. The kind that fill the cracks where words fall short. You hear the muffled sound of nurses walking past your room, carts rolling along the hall, pages over the intercom but none of it matters. You’re wrapped in his warmth, his scent, the sound of his breath, and it’s enough.

“Katsuki?” you murmur.

“Yeah?”

“If this were the last night… if it ended tomorrow… would you be okay?”

He stills. Then, quietly, firmly, “No.”

You lift your head, eyes meeting his. He looks tired. Not from work but from the constant battle of trying to be strong for both of you. You cradle his face, thumb brushing along his cheek.

“But I’ll never stop loving you,” he continues. “Even if you’re not here, that doesn’t change.”

Tears slip from the corners of your eyes, and he catches them with his lips pressing a soft kiss to each one. “I’d rather have this pain… than never have had you at all.”

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Can i request a super fluffy and sweet hotch fic where reader is baking and hotch is sittinh there on the counter admiring his wife, like theres music and r is just glowing and aaron is thinking ‘oh im so lucky to have her’ and ughhh im craving sweetness pls give me fluff thank you

fem wife!plus size reader, wc: 515.

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | i've been craving some sweetness too, so this fluff was for me and you 😭 thank you for your request!

It's so incredibly late that when Aaron enters your shared apartment with the expectation of you sleeping, all he sees is the way you jump and almost knock over your mixing bowl when he calls out your name from the dark.

“Holy shit!” You swear, your hand — which was covered in flour — slapped itself over your racing heart. “Jesus, Aaron, you scared me.” You sighed in relief.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” You watched as he set his briefcase and go-bag down on the couch. Aaron looked exhausted; his hair was air whipped and disheveled, there were slight darkening bags under his eyes, and those frown lines from all that scowling and frowning he does. Your boyfriend was here, and he was home, safe and sound.

You looked at him with a sweet smile as he rounded the counter sluggishly. “Hey, handsome.” You greet him quietly, almost as if it was a secret between the two of you. You throw your arms around his neck loosely while his hands fall lazily on your hips.

“Hi.” His body relaxes under your silk touch, your fingers threading themselves through his cropped hair. “Do you want to talk about it, or do you wanna be home now?” Aaron squeezed your body closer to his at the question. “I wanna be home.”

An intimate silence fell over the both of you before he pulled away slightly, looking at the messy island that was covered in baking ingredients.

“What are you doing?” He inquires in a soft tone. “Oh! Jack has a bake sale tomorrow and I kind of… procrastinated making them. So now, here we are.” You confess with a sheepish smile.

“Do you need any help?”

“No, I’m okay - wait! There’s actually one thing you can help me with.”

“And what’s that?”

“By sitting your cute ass down and telling me about your week.”

He smiles at your wording but relents and allows you to shuffle him out of the kitchen and into one of the bar stools.

He rambles on about his week while you listen and occasionally add your commentary when something peaks your interest. He stares in awe at your multitasking, but also at the fact that you look so serene.

You have a severe case of bed head, and your pajamas are wrinkled, followed by your messy hands and the blotches of flour littered on your clothes. You put Jack above your sleep and felt butterflies flutter in his stomach.

How was he able to find someone like you?

After Haley died, Aaron was convinced that maybe he was just meant to wander the world alone, and watch his son grow up. But then… there was you. Sweet, beautiful, outgoing you.

When he had said something funny in the monotone voice of his you laughed, and the sound rang like twinkling bells were in his ears. It completely overlapped with the soft tunes that were playing from your phone.

It took him a while, but Aaron was glad that he learned how to love again, because you had been waiting for him for a long, long, time.

[midnightsnyx]

aaron hotchner | photograph

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

a/n: i’ve never written criminal minds before but i have always been a die hard fan & wanted to try writing new characters other than what i usually write so i wrote this little blurb and decided to post it. pls be gentle, im sensitive lol

word count: 600

contrary to popular opinion, aaron hotchner wasn’t as cold as he seemed. he just needed to be around the right people, be around his people.

you knew this from the moment you met him, when he frantically rushed to the customer service desk after his name was paged over the intercom. you were doing your grochery shopping when you bumped into a lost little boy. he told you his name was jack, and that he had accidentally wandered away from his daddy. as you walked him to the customer service desk, he assured you that he absolutely was not scared but his dad would be and you needed to call him right away.

“daddy gets scared if he can’t find me,” jack told you solemnly while you waited with him until his dad showed up.

you were a kindergarten teacher and despite the insistence of the employee, your instinct was to stay with jack until his father arrived. in the short time that you spent with him, you learned a small amount about the boy. he told you that he wanted to be superman for halloween, he was six-years-old and his daddy worked for the FBI.

“jack!”

you turned your attention away from the boy to see a frantic looking man rushing towards the two of you. jack immediately jumped off the counter and raced towards his father, letting himself be scooped up and hugged tightly. you started to walk away, confident that jack was safe when a voice stopped you.

“thank you,” a deep voice said and you turned to see jack’s father looking at you.

you smiled. “no problem, just doing what anyone would do.”

he smiled tightly, and shook his head. “not everyone.”

you didn’t understand the deeper meaning behind his words until you’d been dating for a few months and he finally let you into the darker side of his life. after the cases that didn’t end well, and you got a first hand glance at just how cruel people could be.

“aaron,” he introduced himself, still holding jack but offering you his hand.

you shook it, told him your name and when jack innocently asked you to go for ice cream with them, you took the leap and accepted.

that was over a year ago, and you can’t imagine your life now without the two of them. even if your laundry doubled in size.

aaron had a bad habit of leaving his wallet in his pants pocket so you always had to double check every pocket before you put the clothes in the washer.

you were doing a load of laundry, shaking a pair of pants when his wallet tumbled out onto the floor. a picture fell out of it, and you smiled softly when you picked it up and saw a photo of you and aaron, taken at some dinner at rossi’s house. neither of you were looking at the camera, aaron’s hand tucking a loose piece of hair behind your head and you laughing at something.

you were staring at the photo for too long, because when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist you jumped but immediately relaxed when you looked up and saw aaron smiling at it.

“you keep that photo of us in your wallet?” you asked and he hummed.

“and a picture of jack,” he replied. “something to remind me that there’s still good in the world, even on the worst days.”

you turned around and wrapped your arms around him, tucking your face in his neck.

“i love you,” he whispered and you smiled.

“love you too.”

[kkinou]

the boyz - the boyz as your boyfriend

genre/tw; fem!reader, mentions of food, mentions of reader being smaller, thats it i think

theboyz!members x fem!reader (seperate)

word count: 0.7k (all)

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lee sangyeon;

guides you with his hand on the back of your waist. holds your hand while driving. talks about you constantly to his parents. will stare at you while you talk. constant eye contact. such a gentleman (im convinced he’d be such husband material omg) would never let you pay for dates despite you telling him he paid last time. loves walks by the beach, hand in hand.

jacob bae;

will create songs thinking of you but will be quite shy when showing them to you. will intentionally leave clothes at your house because he loves seeing you wearing them. big fan of eskimo kisses. loves to do dates at home where he can cook for you. after eating, both of would wrap up infront of the tv and fall asleep to anything on, the rambling between you two being the only thing keeping you away. also would love to go stargazing with you (ugh i love him 🥹)

kim younghoon;

will show up at your house at random hours claiming he misses you. 2am? who cares, he felt lonely without you. loves to put his chin on your head when back hugging you. also loves hand-holding. loves that warmth and connection it gives the two of you. hoodie sharing of course. you have at least five hoodies at your house at a time.

lee jaehyun;

will wrap his hands around you waist to stop you from going anywhere. i feel like he is the type to bring over like flowers or pastries every time he comes over, a new bouquet every few weeks and a warm croissant left on your counter. will also make you breakfast before you go to work, a lunchbox of everything you love.

lee juyeon;

like hyunjae, will buy flowers for you often, meaning you always have a full vase of flowers every time leaves. will call you (if you’re not there) before he goes out on stage to get your good luck charm. another one big on hand holding, his large hands covering yours. also think he would love to just hold you face in his hands, warming your cheeks and admiring your smile.

kevin moon;

will have multiple playlists of songs you both love for whenever you’re both together, sharing a pair of earbuds. loves meeting your family and playing with your nieces and nephews. hes just so easygoing i feel like your family would adore him. likes going on shopping dates, watching your eyes go wide and things you like and being able to spoil you (despite your protests)

choi chanhee;

gift giving is a must, if he finds something that reminds him of you or that he knows you like, he will get it for you im not joking i think he’d be the best gift giver. loves matching your outfits together, even if its just something small like a matching bracelet. i think he would love the idea of you to being alike if you get me.

ji changmin;

will have a plushie that remind him of you that he will take everywhere with him, will always want to watch horror movies with you and love having you snuggle into him when you get scared (he laughs at you too obvi) also feel like he would love to go on chaotic dates, like going to a lazed tag zone or something like that. but at the same time, he would still love to go out to new restaurants together.

ju haknyeon;

will give you his entire attention whenever you’re talking about something you are passionate about, eyes watching you with love. a big fan of sharing things, hoodies, plushies, literally anything and everything. i feel like he would love dates at the park like picnics, more than at restaurants. they are more casual and flexible.

kim sunwoo;

runs his fingers through your hair when cuddling with you. will call you at 2am to tell you to sleep and tell you things he loves about you until you fall asleep. will facetime with you until you fall asleep and will laugh at your snoring (also may take screenshots and put them as his wallpaper) loves at home dates like baking together as he likes to be comfortable.

eric sohn;

will pause a movie your watching together if you fall asleep so you won’t miss anything. you two will be bound at the hip, eric doesn’t ever want you out of his sight. gym dates together, he likes to show off (in a good way obvi) would challenge you continuously, seeing which of you could plank the longest and then would make excuses for when he loses.

this is my first time doing a headcannon so plz no judging. i love them all sm 💗 (not proofread again 😭)

thank you for reading <3

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