#oooh!!! i’m so happy its going well!!

[queerregulusablack]

Something something Blind!Regulus AU in which Regulus is blinded at five or six because Walburga casts Cruciatus directly at his face and the spell damage is too severe to be fixed.

Sirius and Regulus’ grandfather Arcturus sweeps on scene while Regulus is still in St Mungos because an incident like this is Too Severe to go away with money and threats, and so he takes in both boys because if you’re casting Unforgivables at your children you probably shouldn’t be a parent???

Regulus and Sirius grow up far more well adjusted - though Sirius is still stifled by the world of upper Pureblooded society and Regulus still struggles because of his #trauma - and though Sirius still moves in with the Potters at 16, it’s an amicable split from his family and Regulus is only upset with him for as long as it takes him to pick up on how much easier it is to study without Sirius running shrieking through the corridors.

Regulus gets on reasonably well with the Marauders & Co - especially Remus, and by extension especially Lily - and has a great big Faerie Hound as a guide dog to help him around the school.

Key points:

-A blind Regulus, while still reserved bc that’s the kind of person he is, has never had to learn how to school his expressions, and so he smiles a lot more openly, and makes faces when he’d annoyed, and when he starts Fifth Year and everyone has the revelation that he’s kind of hot, actually, this becomes a Problem.

-He makes endless blind jokes, and then feigns outrage when other people try to make them back. He thinks he’s very funny. Sirius wishes he’d stop.

-Pandora helps him invent a bunch of accessibility spells; ones that turn textbooks into braille, ones that will read text aloud for him. When the Marauders make the map, Remus uses one of hers and Regulus’ charms for the corridor mapping, one that in its original form helped Regulus keep track of where he was in the castle at any one time.

-At every Sorting he plays a game with Barty where Barty will describe an incoming First Year laughably incorrectly - sixteen feet tall, blue hair, fourteen eyes, that sort of thing - and Regulus will guess which House they’re going to be Sorted into. He’s yet to be wrong. It drives Barty crazy.

-All his friends pick up the habit of telling him before they’re going to touch him, and announcing what they’re doing whenever they move around a room, to the point that they all do it when Regulus isn’t there too. When Dorcas and Marlene start dating Dorcas always prefaces reaching for Marlene with ‘I’m going to touch you’ and it never fails to make Marlene go bright pink.

-Lily picks up on the fact that when he teases people and it makes them blush, he’s always delighted when someone tells him; so when they spend time together, whenever he makes her go pink, she holds his hand against her cheek so he can feel the warmth. It never fails to make him ridiculously happy.

-When his friends drag him to Quidditch matches he does running commentary based on what he can hear, which leads to some funny moments like James almost getting hit by a bludger, and the crowd going ‘oooh’, only for Regulus to commentate ‘that sounded like a near miss from a bludger. Sirius Black’s terrible aim strikes again; will he ever hit his mark?’ and twenty feet above him (because Barty cast a sonorous charm on him) Sirius throws his hands in the air in exasperation and almost drops his beaters bat. 

(After that match McGonagall bans Barty from amplifying Regulus again; Barty only agrees if Regulus gets to do the official commentary for the third/fourth match at the end of the year.)

[maxbegone]

etched in gold

Husband makes his heart race. His breath catches in his throat, his smile grows on its own accord, and the world comes to a pinpoint of focus, slows, because he has a husband.

TK’s head falls back, revealing the beautiful line of his neck as he laughs at whatever someone said in the circle of their friends he’s standing in. He’s golden in this warm light, catching on the ring that he slid onto his finger mere hours ago, a symbol of forever, through anything — not that they need one. It’s been proven, and their love is more than enough.

Most of their guests have gone home, leaving just their family, immediate and found, to enjoy the extra time they opted for at the venue, their conversations merely accompanying the soft music playing from a speaker somewhere, a glorious hum of people who came together for them.

Carlos finds himself unable to look away, like so many times before. It always catches him off guard, those moments of this is mine, this is my life and I get to have it, that make him practically pinch himself so he knows he’s not dreaming.

“Carlitos,” he hears. It’s a feat to pull his gaze away from TK, only to find Luisa leaning gently toward him. She has his niece in her lap, fast asleep against her chest as she strokes her hair. “You should be with your husband.”

“In a minute,” he replies. He’s enjoying this moment from afar.

His sister clearly isn’t having it, nudging his ankle with her foot under the table, laughing when he gives her an amused look. “Go,” she says again. “It’s your wedding day, you don’t have to entertain us so much.”

And she’s correct. “Alright, alright.” Carlos gets to his feet, but not before leaning over to kiss his niece’s curls.

He sighs contentedly as he crosses over, catching TK by the waist and pulling him in to kiss his cheek from behind. TK startles a laugh, only to fall comfortably back into Carlos’ arms as he leans up to kiss him back, lips just hitting his jawline.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” He asks the circle, though it’s mostly directed at TK, whose arm is linked with his own as he runs his thumb in little swipes over his sleeve.

“Not at all, baby,” TK replies with a grin,

“We’re just hounding your husband a bit,” Paul laughs, and Carlos eyes him curiously.

“About what?”

“Last names, mostly,” Nancy says, leaning into Mateo. “And how one hyphen sounds better than the other.”

“Just let them do their thing,” TK says to him.“They’ve been at it all night.”

“And they know we’re keeping our own?”

Marjan holds up a finger. “Uh, for now. That’s what TK said.”

Carlos hums. “Okay, well, you all start placing your bets, I’m going to steal my husband.”

A series of teasing and childish ooohs follow them as they make their way down a cobblestone path that winds down to the lower level.

They walk in slow, happy silence for a little while, hand-in-hand, until they reach the area their ceremony was earlier in the evening. TK sighs happily as they take a seat on the stone wall at the back of the aisle. The chairs have since been put away, the flower petals swept up, leaving an open and empty space for another couple to tour someday soon and fall in love with, a place to showcase their love to the world just as they did today.

TK rests his head on Carlos' shoulder, and Carlos leans his head on his. In the distance, music thrums softly as laughter is carried throughout the venue. It's perfect, in this charming and private moment of theirs.

"What are you thinking?" TK asks him quietly, as if speaking any louder will break the spell that's fallen on them.

"That this really is the best day of my life."

TK lifts his head up and smiles. "Mine, too. I'd say it's almost perfect."

"Yeah..." Carlos breathes out shakily as he tries to stave off the tears for what feels like the hundredth time today, and he does it, but barely. "Almost."

"Baby." TK shifts to kiss him, letting go of Carlos' hand where it sits in his lap to hold the side of his face.

The kiss is tender enough to make him melt, and Carlos finds himself putting his entire being into it. He pulls away with barely any space between them, foreheads touching and noses bumping as TK sneaks in one last one.

"They're here," Carlos hears him whisper, fingers toying with the lobe of his ear, a comforting gesture. "They're here. Nothing could have stopped them."

He doesn't want the bittersweetness to show, but he knows he can let it out with TK. He's his safe space, his lifeline, someone he's vowed to love and fiercely hold onto until the end of his days. So he lets it out, a choked shudder, then shakes himself. Carlos sits up tall as he catches TK's eye and knocks his finger gently under his chin.

"Did you check your ring?" Carlos' eyes drop down momentarily to the band that rests on TK's finger.

He smiles. "No," he says with a laugh, "I haven't. I told you I wouldn't until we could look together, and when I tell you that was one of the hardest things I've had to refrain from doing..."

Carlos raises a brow. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Almost as hard as not shoving cake in your face initially."

"Well, you did in the end."

TK laughs again. "Only after you did it to me," he points out. "Did you look at yours?"

"Nope. We made a promise."

"That we did." He moves a little closer. "You first."

Carefully, Carlos slides his ring off his finger and holds it up so he can see. The lighting isn't bright, but it's enough to make out a line of Hebrew characters inside the gold band.

"Ani l'dodi v'dodi li," TK recites beautifully, watching as Carlos squints as he thinks. "I am my beloved's..."

"And my beloved is mine," he finishes, watching as TK's eyes light up.

"You remembered?"

"Of course I did. It's beautiful."

TK beams. "You're beautiful."

He holds up his ring next, and Carlos watches carefully for his reaction. It goes from curious to realization in less than a second, and TK's eyes are shiny when he turns back to him.

His mouth hangs open. "I—is this...?"

He nods. "Now I'll always be there to hold you, no matter what."

TK lets out an audible breath, shaking his head as if he cannot believe what he's looking at. "Baby, this...this is amazing."

Carlos pulls the ring a little closer so he can take a look himself, trailing over the whorls of his very own fingerprint etched on the inside of TK's wedding band.

"I didn't even know this was an option."

"Neither did I," Carlos tells him, "but I did my research."

TK's shoulders drop as he leans into him, pressing a kiss against his jaw. "I love you so much."

"I love you." He pulls TK in for a proper kiss, holding his face in his hands. "Thank you for marrying me," he says with a gentle laugh. He knows it sounds ridiculous, but he needs to say it.

TK hums. "Thank you for saying yes."

They kiss again, longer this time, more drawn-out, before TK goes to slide his ring back on. Carlos stops him.

"Let me."

TK returns the gesture, and for a little while they sit there in complete, contented silence, comforted by each other's presence and peace.

There's a whole life ahead of them waiting to be discovered. Carlos has plans, and he knows TK has plans of his own. He can't wait to see what's in store. But, for now, Carlos needs nothing else — just his husband, who is his entire heart, and the promise of forever.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Part three of Lilia having Crewel daughter as she learning about her face heritage

Liked he did try keeping her longer till one day she asked to be returned home so she can get ready for school, even to the point that her school Messenger bird that she bonded came with a letter of reminder of her to get ready for school coming soon

Bonus that Silver and Sebek over hear their conversation

Coming home | Yandere Crewel's Daughter Reader

By the terms of Lilia and Crewel’s previous wager

you remember home and begin packing to return when you find that the time hadn’t passed as slow as you thought

You don’t get an owl Harry Potter

But you do get a worried message from your fairy godmother who is having a hard time teleporting to you 

For some strange reason Lilia

Silver watches with an unreadable face as you rush across the room you were given

“Sevens! Sevens! I can’t believe I let it get this bad…I-i thought I had more time. Oooh! Whatever! When I get back I’ll have to apologize, then I have to plant the well, and–ugh! There’s so much I have to do!”

“...Do you have to leave?”

“Well yeah Silvy! My dad is probably sick with worry and both our schools will be starting again soon.”

He sulks begrudgingly helping you continue to pack

“I FOR ONE BELIEVE IT IS FOOLISH TO RETURN TO THAT MAN! WITHIN DAYS WE WILL BE CARRIED OFF TO OUR SCHOOLS AND I BELIEVE IT BE MOST BENEFICIAL TO STAY WITH US UNTIL THAT TIME COMES.”

Sebek gave his two cents standing in your door way

You roll your eyes as you explain the holes in that statement

Bringing up how you haven’t been getting service or receiving letters like you want to

He continues to whine? shout about how dumb he thinks it is that you want to leave

Malleus will hum as he realizes you don’t realize this is subsequently through Lilia’s doing

“She really is completely unaware…”

“As I told you she’d stay! But unfortunately I did bate Crewel about her coming back. It would be cruel to stop her now besides this will be far from the last time we do this. I will guarantee that”

“Hmmm.”

Malleus attempts to calm himself but the rumbling thunder says that was failing

And Silver who went to speak with his father has heard it all

When the time comes Silver volunteers to return you 

Sebek greatly implies he’d like to as well but since his prince isn’t going he cannot even if he really really wants to+ 

Malleus is too busy pouting ruminating about how to keep you with them longer

Lilia apologizes if you discover sending you back with a hug and gift of your own

“Here! It is a gift from your fae family so even as we grow apart in distance we are but a single call a way!”

“Awww thank you Lilia! I’m never taking it off.”

When you finally come out of the Draconia carriage 

You are glomped by your father who let’s his makeup run…only a little

You also hug him back as you missed him just as much

Pulling away he smiles at the sight of the pendant but that turns into disgust as he spots the green and magenta pendant that hangs on its chain

“Evening Professor, I’ve come to apologize on behalf of my master. For keeping your daughter for so long.”

“As you should! If we were in school I wouldn’t even accept any work for a penalty…but as long as my pup is safe thats all I can ask for.”

You smile as you watch two sides of your new family seem to get along

Giving you a ray of hope for the future 

Unbeknownst to you a storm was brewing and the fae behind it isn’t happy

[skymoral]

Liu Kang x B!F Reader

FIRST DATE (Pt. 2)

Link: Pt 1 | Pt 2

Summary: Y/N with was able to snag an opportunity of dating Liu Kang, thanks to your friend Johnny bringing him around. You just hope that you aren’t to rusty

Tags: fluff/romance, friendship, happy/sad, first time, fun, black air-force energy, black girl magic, and comedy(supposedly)

A/N: This is going to be a sweet little first date with ya’ll boy Liu Kang

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Today was the date, you were going on your date with the god of fire. You’re not gonna lie, you were very nervous.

You jumped out of the shower, you made sure the shower cap was still on your head. You didn’t want the locs to get wet, you were thankful for Jamika.

Your phone buzzed on the dresser, you quickly grabbed it. Open your messages on your iPhone

“Speak of the devil.” You said out loud to yourself.

You put the phone back down and started looking for something cute to wear.

You asked Johnny to get information on what his favorite color is. Johnny came back unhelpful for once, because of course Liu Kang didn’t really have a favorite color.

You and Johnny believed it was probably red, possibly. You believe he was a spiritual kind of man, which wasn’t far from you.

Y/N was a women that liked beads, crystals, and more things to help her Zen.

After what felt like eons you finally found an outfit, you oiled your body. Did your makeup, keeping it simple and natural.

You were proud with how you looked, and was ready to give this man everything. For some reason you felt as though he was different, you usually like to take it slow. But something about Liu Kang made you feel like, even if you jumped into a relationship with him. It’ll be fine, hopefully…

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You were headed to the Chinese restaurant in San Diego. You hoped Johnny had helped him with knowing where to go, because he’s clearly not from around here.

You pulled up into the parking lot, as you got out you fixed up your outfit up. You made your way into the restaurant and was looking around, to see if you saw Liu Kang.

“Hi, how many today?” A young Chinese waitress approached you.

“Ooh! I had a reservation for two under Y/N and Liu Kang.”

“Of Course! He’s actually straight back there in the both.”

“Thank you!” You smiled walking to where she directed you. Y/N didn’t expect him to already be here, she hope he wasn’t waiting here long.

“Sorry If I made y-“ You froze as he turned to you, standing up. Pulling you into a hug, you could have passed out right then and there.

You would’ve been on the news, and your girls would have clowned your ass for something so stupid, but damn did he feel nice and he LOOKED amazing!

He wasn’t in his usual attire like at the shop, he broke the hug, noticed you staring at his appearance.

“I apologize if I look strange, Johnny suggested I dress properly for the occasion… To fit in better.”

“Oooh! Nooo no no no! It’s totally fine like… Fuck you clean up nicely, I’m sorry… I promise I’m not always this ugh…”

Liu Kang chuckled and blushed slightly at the compliment. “It’s alright, thank you. You look exceptionally well tonight, even more so.”

Liu Kang brought your palm up to his hand kissing it. You blushed and giggle at the compliment and gesture, “T-Thank you.”

Both of you eventually sitting down, “I didn’t know what your favorite color was… I did see you as someone who is like spiritual and nature like… So that was look I was going for… Sense I’m like that to ya know.”

You hated how shaky your voice sounded, it was pretty obvious you were nervous.

“So you meditate and focus on your chakra?” Liu Kang asked intrigued.

“Yes! Exactly like that. I actually have like some herbal earthly stuff at my place. You know my girlfriends from the shop, they do NOT LIKE THAT SHIT! Whatsoever. But meh, to each its own. It’s nothing wrong with having people around you that likes different things… As long as they just respect what you do.”

“I couldn’t agree more, you are very wise woman and I feel as though that’s why your friends care so much about you and stay with you.”

This man just could not stop making you blush, you dipped your head pulling a loc behind your ear.

Y/N started talking his ear off again, until a waitress approached them. “Hello my name is Mei Sung, and I will be your waitress today. Would you like me to start you off with some drinks?”

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One thing Y/N did not know was her three friends were outside of the restaurant. Watching them from afar in Johnny’s car.

“Man once Y/N start talking. It’ll take a miracle to get her to shut up, don’t get me wrong I love my girl but damn.” Tonya said looking through the binoculars.

Jamika snatched it out of her hand from the passenger seat. Looking through it, “Leave Stanka butt alone. It doesn’t seem to be bothering Mr. Kang over there.”

Johnny pushed on behind Jamika from the driver seat, snatching them this time looking out while leaning over her.

“Hmph! That’s just how that powerful son of a bitch is. Or maybe he just don’t feel like talking.”

“Johnny if you don’t get yo BIG ASS OFF ME!” Jamika shoved him back, the binoculars falling back into Tonya’s lap.

She quickly pulled down the windows, to watch. As soon as she did Liu Kang looked directly at her. Making her quickly hide back in her seat.

“Shit that scared me!”

“What happened Jamika and Johnny said.”

“The nigga stared right at me!”

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Liu Kang was looking out the window, but then back at you. When you called his name, “Is something the matter?”

“Hmm, oh nothing is wrong. I just thought I saw someone.”

“I’m sorry I’m probably talking to much for you.” You told him sinking slightly in your seat.

He grabbed your hand and gripped it tightly, “I could never get tired of hearing you talk. It is like music to my ears, I enjoy listening to you talk and hearing more about you.”

You smiled and then something came to your mind, “You know, I already know like what you are… and what you do, because of Johnny… Like could you tell me something that maybe… all realms don’t know about you, like on a personal level… It’s alright if it’s to personal.”

“No, I don’t mind telling and I kind of figure Johnny told you or more so knew he was going to tell you.”

“Yeah! Johnny told me you can see the future or something like that… WAIT! Did you already know who I am and that we were going to have this date!?”

“Know you yes, but knew the outcome of todays events no. I do not have that kind of power, I let everyone chose there own fate and lead there own path. I only knew Cage told you, because of how Kenshin calls it. He is a chatterbox and has a loose tongue.”

You chuckled at that, Liu Kang smiled at you. “So because of what you are and this god of fire duty shit… You don’t have time for things like these… The little things in the world you created.”

“No, as I must stay alert and make sure earthrealm is safe and protected. In case of another threat arises.” Liu Kang explained.

You nodded understanding, doesn’t that mean having a relationship with you is pointless. “So why even go on this date with me… You already know I like you and… Maybe have a relationship with you… Why the effort, when you have your duties.” You looked at him with sad eyes.

He still kept that same smile on his face, “I felt like this time is different from before… So I want to take the chance given to me, besides… Who could resist someone as charming as you Y/N.”

Y/N began snorkeling a bit, covering her face“Nice one Kang!” Johnny shouted on instinct, the girls pulling him back down. Liu and Y/N looked towards the window where the sound came from.

“I could’ve sworn I heard Johnny.” You looked around curious. Ms. Sung came back with you and Liu Kang’a order.

As you both were enjoying your meal, two men who clearly look like they had an attitude problem came in demanding a seat.

“Hey lady, hurry up and seat us.” One of the men said.

“You will have to give me a few moments sir.” she was coming to you and Liu Kang on your refills.

The man smacked the glass out of her hands, knocking her down. Making her fall. You noticed this and approached the scene.

“You fucking serve us first when we tell you to Bitch!”

“Hey!” You shouted to the two men.

“Go mind your business little girl!” The man said not paying you no attention.

“I don’t know who the hell you talking to but I ain’t no damn little girl. And she is my business, because those were me and my dates drink you knocked down.”

One of the men approached you, you didn’t flinch one bit and stood your ground.

“What you gonna do? You gonna fucking cry about it darky?”

He ain’t never just called you ‘Darky’. Without thinking, you gave him a strong ass right hook. Knocking him down on his but, nose and mouth bleeding.

Everyone looked at you in shock, your friends and Liu Kang watched impressed.

“I got a name Motherfucker! And it is Y/N L/N you better remember Bitch I’m from the side. Where Niggas like you better watch who you talking to! Now apologize to this young waitress!”

“THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND!” Jamika and Tonya shouted from the window.

You turned around noticing your friends, the other man standing saw your guard down. He quickly grabbed a dagger from his pocket, and charged at you.

“MISS LOOK OUT!” Ms. Sung warned you.

You turned to late, but before he could hurt you. Liu Kang stopped him in his tracks. You opened your eyes slightly.

Liu Kang had a tight grip on the man’s hand. The knife scrapping the inside of his hand causing it to bleed.

Liu Kang then bent his arm slowly causing him to scream and kneel. “I believe it to be unwise if you continue this dishonorable behavior. You owe this Miss and my date an apology.”

He let go of them man, looking down at them, Liu Kangs arms glowed orange and blue. Forming fires, “If not then there will be dire consequences, that I wish to not have it lead.”

The men looked in fear, before apologizing to you and the waitress. Before running off, Liu Kang doing a hand gesture relaxing himself.

“Thank you.” You and the Waitress both said blushing. Both of you knew that was pretty hot.

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“I had a wonderful evening today with you Y/N. The food here was exquisite, much to my liking.” Liu Kang told you as you both were standing outside.

Johnny took the girls home, after you and Liu Kang gave all of them a lecture the trip didn’t want to hear.

“I knew it’ll be to your taste… So does this mean you would like to continue… Seeing each other?” You were playing with your fingers.

“I would love that Y/N” Liu Kang smiled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You blushed, but you thought you should shot your shot.

You pulled him into a gentle kiss, pulling on his collar slightly down to you. It felt like heaven, and he even reciprocated the kiss with such passion.

He broke the kiss, you had a goofy face walking to your car. You saw him create a portal, before giving you one last glance and disappearing through it.

You got in your car, you sat there. Before you ended up screaming from happiness.

“BEST FUCKING FIRST DATE EVER!”

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This is what You and Liu Kang was wearing

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed these two parts! 😊 it was gonna be a lot longer, mainly because of the things you and Liu Kang was discussing.

More so his personal character no one else know and his likes and dislikes. When I do other Liu Kang stories you’ll be able to see what my Headcannon are for him.

Now I did say if you like these story with its characters and what not. Then it can be a series, if someone ask or it’s popular lol 🤷🏽‍♀️ anything is possible for the future.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Topsy Turvy Days in Heartslabyul

Oops, off to a late start with the prompts 😅 Tumblr queue didn’t work as intended, rip

The Queen of Hearts, and her Spirit of Strictness.

Kalim Al-Asim…

… really looks up to his fellow second-year Riddle, so he promised him that he’ll do his best to live up to Heartslabyul’s illustrious legacy! (Both Riddle and Jamil were highly concerned in spite of his words, and they each provided Kalim with their checklists and reminders on what to do and what NOT to do.)

He tries his darnedest to study up on the rules of the Queen of Hearts!! Problem is, memorization’s never been Kalim’s strong suit so he gets all the rules mixed up. What was he supposed to do after a hedgehog sneezes? When does he have to hold tea today? Was it herbal or lemon tea he's meant to have after dinner? (Oh well, he thinks, deciding to just wing it with his best efforts and a big grin on his face. Jamil will be proud of him for trying, right?)

It's clear that Kalim's not the same kind of a leader as Riddle is. He's very lenient with the rules and expectations, both on himself and on others. If anyone's running late or struggling with an assignment, chances are that Kalim's right there with them. He doesn't let that get him down, though! When he notices someone else in trouble, he's the first to extend a hand and a smile (“Hey, I’m late for a really important date too!”), offering to walk with them to class so they can be tardy together, or asking if he can study with them.

Kalim greets his temporary dorm mates Rook and Ruggie with aplomb. “Let’s do our best together, you guys!!” he says, willing to once again fully place his trust in others. Truthfully, he’s heard discouraging things from others about Ruggie and Rook—about how Ruggie’s a thief and how Rook invades people’s privacy—but he doesn’t let those words cloud his own notion of them. He wants to get to know those two himself, then discern their character… because to Kalim, everyone has some good in them, and he intends to find that ray of sunshine and bring it out!

The flamingos and hedgehogs love him, holy crap. Kalim's not exactly proficient in Animal Languages, but he's somehow able to communicate with them by reading their body language and guessing how they're feeling. The flamingos follow him in a conga line-esque formation, while the hedgehogs nestle in his cardigan and other nooks and crannies. There's just something so warm and comforting to them about this friendly newcomer! (Kalim spends his time with them cuddling instead of using them to play croquet.)

Organizing anything? Don't count on it to go smoothly. Kalim's so used to having servants (and, well, mostly Jamil) handle the logistics, he doesn't know what to do on his own! The other Heartslabyul students look to him for guidance, but he tends to be carefree and extravagant about what he thinks would work for an unbirthday party. "Some bright, shiny streamers would look good here and there! How about silk with gold thread and rubies?", and, "Oooh, let's get some music going so make some happy feet! Should we fly in an orchestra?" Ideas pile up in excess for the dorm to execute, and it becomes incoherent and difficult to juggle at times.

Kalim's habit of excess bleeds into other areas as well. He takes his tea strong, and practically clears the Heartslabyul kitchen of its milk and sugar, plus whatever other add-ins he can find in the cabinets. It's not as though he selfishly brews for himself though! Kalim's more than happy to put on a pot of tea and to summon snacks to share with all of his Heartslabyul dormies! He serves them himself, and, as the gracious host, he keeps the conversation and the laughter flowing as he piles their cups high with cube after cube of sugar.

Even though Kalim may not have the planning down, he makes up for it with heart! Sure, the decorations may not match, the music is all over the place, and the food’s overdone (or underdone), but the garden is still filled with happiness as he flits from guest to guest, encouraging them to eat, to drink, to dance, to be merry!! Kalim doesn’t leave anyone unattended to, he wants to see them all have a good time!

“Gahahah! Heartslabyul’s so lively, I can see why Riddle’s so proud of his dorm!! When everyone comes together like this… it reminds me of the banquets we throw in Scarabia, but it’s also different somehow. The atmosphere, the energy!! Maybe it’s just a special kind of chill magic that only Hearyslabyul has! It’s a kind of party that doesn’t need a reason for celebration. We can just celebrate that we’re here today, hanging out with all our precious friends!! There’s no amount of gold or jewels that’s as valuable.”

Rook Hunt...

… is positively brimming with excitement for what this new experience will bring! He made sure to bring his camera and a fresh scrapbook to document every waking moment of his time in Heartslabyul—as well as every waking moment of the lives of his new dorm mates. Fufufu... Why, they won't even notice he's there!

Rook's super into trading his Pomefiore threads for Heartslabyul ones. In fact, he went on a long spiel about fashion being a form of self-expression (nay, ART!!) and how he feels as though he's a great tree shedding its leaves in the autumn and reemerging in the spring with a shiny, spectacular new set of leaves. ("Er... glad you're so fired up about this. Just try to make sure the dorm isn't on fire by the time I'm back, okay?" Trey pleads of his clubmate.) Rook promises—as he slips on his own version of Trey’s fedora, complete with a biiig black feather in place of the clover.

Memorizing the rules is a cinch for him—but even though Rook tends to them as dutifully as Riddle would (Vil would never forgive him if he didn’t), Rook also goes out of his way to lend his assistance when he can, particularly with Kalim. The huntsman is there to gently coax, encourage, and guide his underclassmen… but sometimes he’s just as content observing them fumble or ignore the rules entirely. That, too, is something he finds to be beautiful, in its own clumsy way.

He has no trouble navigating Heartslabyul’s long, twisty hallways. They actually offer a lot of interesting avenues of exploration if one is willing to poke around (which, as you can imagine, Rook indeed does to sate his curiosity). It has made him far more dangerous than it already is, allowing him to quickly move all around the dorm. He sometimes teases his juniors about this, asking “Is it this way? Or perhaps it is that way. Who’s to know, fufufu… Every adventure requires a first step, so why not take it? You may just find yourself pleasantly surprised with what awaits at the end of that path.”

The rose gardens have become his new “hunting grounds”. At any given moment, an unsuspecting Heartslabyul student could be painting the roses, only to startle when they realize that it’s not the green leaves of the hedges they’re staring at, but a pair of keen green eyes in the hedges staring back at them. “Bonjour. Lovely weather we’re having today, wouldn’t you agree?” he’ll ask, emerging from his hiding spot like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Rook’s zest for life cannot be ignored. The Heartslabyul students can’t ignore it, even if they wanted to. His speeches and soliloquies practically reverberate in the corridors, overpowering the various clocks tick-tick-ticking on the grounds. He’ll comment on the smallest thing, finding joy in the flowers that the dorm has worked so hard to cultivate (he actually talks to the flowers like they’re real people) to the energy everyone puts in to have a dazzling show (unbirthday party).It’s annoying at first, but some students come to appreciate the weird morale boost? encouragement.

While there aren’t many fairies, beastmen, or merfolk for Rook to observe (at least not compared to the other dorms), he marvels at the animals that Heartslabyul has raised! Such healthy, happy little creatures! Oh, and how they flock so adoringly to Kalim!! How Ruggie so expertly converses with them!! Rook thanks the Great Seven that he’s able to bear witness to these candid moments.

People swear up and down that the laws of physics somehow bend to Rook’s whims. For some Great Seven forsaken reason, roses seem to follow Rook wherever he goes in Heartslabyul. He’ll appear out of nowhere, and suddenly he’s accompanied by a dramatic gust of wind, sparkling sunshine, and a shower of crimson rose petals. “It literally only happens with him,” Hearslabyul Mob Student A-kun reports to the school newspaper. “I don’t sense any magic when it happens, but he MUST be intentionally fucking with us.”

“The kingdom that Roi des Roses oversees is a beautiful one, brimming with whimsy and blossoms. There is not one second where I do not find myself entranced by its wonders. However, what I find most enchanting about Heartslabyuls is, above all else, the effort with which the Queen and her card soldiers put forth to maintain the beauty we see today. It is thanks to their dedication that we, and many future generations, can enjoy the fruits of their labor. Marvelous, no?”

Ruggi Bucchi...

… breathes a sigh of relief, knowing that he’ll get some time away from being run ragged by Leona. A hyena’s got other things to tend to! He fully intends on taking advantage of his time at Heartslabyul to pack away at anything they might have to offer him!!

He sticks out like a sore thumb in Heartslabyul—his mischievousness and rough-around-the edges personality doesn’t initially mesh well with the more straight-laced and meek, obedient members of the dorm. That’s fine by Ruggie, since he’s aware he’s not here to make friends. It’s just pragmatic overall, and at least everyone has a mutual understanding of it. (Buuut if anyone messes with him, nothing’s stopping him from pulling a little prank or a wallet or two… They’ll never see it comin’—)

Ruggie’s mildly (okay, a lot) salty about having to be in the same dorm as Rook for a while. He does whatever he can to avoid being in the same general vicinity as the huntsman (in spite of Kalim’s efforts to help everyone get along). If they have to be in the same room, you’ll find Ruggie hugging his back to the wall and glaring at Rook from across the room. He knows from experience that if his eyes move off of that guy, Rook will suddenly be centimeters away from him and talking his ear off about something stupid.

He doesn’t care to look at the rules. If he gets caught red-handed, so what? He’ll find a way to cleverly smooth talk or sneak his way out of suffering the repercussions. It’s debatable whether those same excuses would work on Riddle, but they’re at least effective with Kalim (who expresses nothing but empathy for Ruggie and immediately lets him off the hook). “Nishishishishi! It’s true what they say, there’s a sucker born every minute.”

Screw the rules, Ruggie has money (… making to do. He has money making to do)! It starts with offering his services to fill in for the busy Heartslabyul students’ chores! There’s a lot of them who would rather goof off or focus on other work, so he ends up turning a considerable profit doing their part of unbirthday party prep for a premium. (Since all the work is concentrated in one area, it’s very time efficient too!)

While Ruggie’s mostly looking out for himself, that doesn’t mean he offers nothing to Heartslabyul. He has a lot of knowledge that ends up being of use to the dorm, from new unbirthday party recipes using ingredients freshly sources from the gardens to new ways to reuse or to repurpose common everyday items. “It’s like that DIY and life hack stuff Cater-san goes on about, ‘cept unlike him I had to learn all this stuff myself, not on Magicam,” as Ruggie describes it.

As an expert in Animal Languages, he's the first person the Heartslabyul students go to when they need help handling their hedgehogs and flamingos! Ruggie grumbles about lending his help for free at first, but he very quickly turns around and starts cozying up to the animals. (It later becomes very apparent why; some Heartslabyul students found him picking up eggs in the flamingo hutches with a sheepish grin.)

Speaking of food, there’s tons of good (and free!!) eats in the Heartslabyul gardens! You might catch Ruggie there picking up whatever looks edible and tossing them into a basket. (Admittedly, it has led to just many stomachaches and weird trips as it has to satisfyingly drowsy food comas, but it hasn’t stopped him from going back for more.) He also brings plastic containers to unbirthday parties to shovel uneaten food in for later. If there’s leftover tea bags or leaves (either is fine, he’s not picky), he’ll also save those to reuse.

“I used to think Heartslabyul would really cramp my style with all of its rules. They make no sense, no matter how you think about it!! But it’s actually not so bad here. Actually, it’s kinda cozy. Nice vibes, plenty of food and sweet, consistent stream of money… I don’t wanna be anywhere near that weirdo that’s always after my tail if I can help it, but for the most part… Nishishishi, I guess I could get used to livin’ this lifestyle!”

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Tuesday all. Yay for writers strike being over. Now we just need to get the actors a good deal as and we'll get our couple back hopefully soon enough. Or have some kind of premiere on the horizon. Till then let's continue on with our rewatch. :) Getting to the crux is this whole Stanton SL. Their moments get better as we approach the climax of this whole ordeal. We don't have a ton of content but its pretty solid what we do get. Off we go.

3x05 Lockdown

We start out with our couple already in process of booking someone. Lucy is telling Tim that Stanton gave Jackson a blue page with leaving the drugs behind. She see's the guilt wash over him. She immediately stops Tim from blaming himself. Says it’s not his fault. Tim is riddled with guilt regardless and says it is. It was his fault because it was his idea to reach out to Doug's old rookie.

Then Tim sees Stanton enter the building and goes into aggressive protector mode. I’m here for it. If looks could kill oooh boy. That look in his eye is like a fight on sight clause. *fans self* Nothing love more than protective/aggro Tim. Lucy spots where his eyes are going. Quickly tries to deescalate Tim from knocking Stanton out cold immediately. Saying they don’t want to make things even worse for Jackson. Tim doesn’t hold back in the slightest when he comes up to Stanton. Asking if he wants to brush up on any arrest control techniques. Get em Tim. (Tim would've totally owned his ass if they had)

First off I love Lucy trying to ground Tim by touching him. Bringing him back to earth by saying hey we’re on duty… let's go. Doing what she does best by de-escalating him in the moment. He is ready to throw down with this putz. He doesn't care the consequences at this point. Lucy is very aware of this and is trying to head it off as quickly as possible. Doesn't want to risk Tim in the war they are waging against Stanton. She is doing her damndest to protect him from himself in this moment. Then Doug makes his next mistake... Trying to incite Tim by using Lucy and saying very inappropriate things about her.

Tim doesn’t have to step in because Lucy is gonna stand up for her damn self. Goes toe to toe with Stanton. Just like Tim does. Suddenly it's not just Tim. It's Lucy ready to take him down as well. Tells Doug he’s the one who is going to need rescuing. Whew lord This is getting good. Pass me the popcorn. Stanton is messing with the wrong couple. Separate they'll kick his ass. Together? Utter desolation. Fool of a man to try and take them on. Had no idea the hornets nest he just kicked.

Lucy telling Stanton she has a great hair pull takedown she’s been dying to try. LMAO Amazing. Don't mess someone they care about. Tim then becomes the one to ground her with his touch. Having them walk away before either of them do something they’ll regret. The fact that both of them wanna kick his ass in this moment is *chef kiss*. Best part is their natural instinct to protect one another.

Could care less about themselves but always instinctively shield the other. God I love them. Let's talk about how casual and natural they are about the touching to calm each other. Especially in front of others. My heart. Friggin love how they both wanna take Stanton down but also want to protect the other. Lucy calmed Tim down and then when Doug went after Tim through Lucy he had to be the one to calm her down. What a pair these two.

Tim can't help but give her crap about going after Stanton after she made him stand down. Lucy cracks me up with her testosterone line. How she got a contact high off of it LOL It was that and she was protecting both of the men in her life. The most important relationships to her. He threatened both in one moment and she was not going to have it. Ugh so good. Great opening scene for them hot damn. I will take this kind of content all day.

They follow up with a hilarious scene with the girl they booked. She’s asking for the bagels she stole back. The balls on this chick my god. Tim tells her they’ve been disposed of. She goes on saying how bad that is for the environment. His eye roll and his head tilting back LMFAO. I love this man so much your honor. He's in no mood to deal with this person. Lucy steps in and offers some logic to her ‘whole ethos’ Adore her stepping in and trying to run interference for Tim.

They’re both so over this girl by the end of their interaction I’m dying. They have much bigger problems today than her. She continues her obnoxious annoyance and says she doesn’t believe in money. But wants them to call her a cab. Sassy Tim arrives on the scene and he is most welcome. I’m laughing so hard at his reply. He is beyond done with this girl and her BS. Forever love how sassy he is now. Thank you Lucy haha

Lucy turns around and asks Nolan how his exam was. He says he passed but doesn’t seem psyched about it. Lucy notes this and Nolan says Grey just confirmed he’ll never make detective. Tim does this deep chuckle that does things to my insides and says ‘You mean you still thought you had a shot?’ LMFAO He’s so mean to Nolan and I love it sfm. Legit brings me joy how constantly underwhelmed he is by John.

His body language the whole scene has me rolling. Legit tickled pink Nolan with his letter of reprimand thought he still had a shot at detective LOL It’s the giant laugh that proceeds his line that kills me the most. Tim can't believe John could actually think he still had a legit shot at it after what he did. He’s such a jerk to Nolan and it makes me happy. I’m a bad person I know haha

They get pulled away by their freegan. She goes and gets herself arrested again by breaking into a car in their parking lot. John follows them out and quickly gets pulled away by a man in a van while they arrest her again. Nolan of course gets caught in a bomb threat outside the station. Leaving Tim and Lucy stuck there until the threat is neutralized. Hence the name of the ep. They're locked down till this mess is resolved.

They bring everyone in the lobby and in holding down to the parking garage. I love the chat they have about it. Lucy is voicing her concerns and anxiety for Jackson. Tim is instantly the calm presence she needs. He knows she is stressed because now they can’t be Jackson’s backup. Advises her the best he can till they are out of this current mess. The more they focus on the task at hand faster they're back out there to help him. I just can’t get over them being this united front to protect Jackson best they can. Makes my heart happy.

Once they're out of the garage Tim and Lucy do some digging on Graham their bomber. They find out he has a GF Kelsey Adams. She set up a page to fund his medical bills. Yet they haven't asked for money. Another thing is she’s going under an assumed name and they have no pictures of her. She wasn’t home when Lopez tracked her address down. All their leads aren’t going anywhere. It’s not about money or about the convict this man pretended to want release at first. So feels like they're back to square one. All they know is Kelsey must be involved in this circus. That they're close enough for her to have a hand in this with Graham. The issue is figuring why they're both doing this.

Lucy then has an epiphany and says what if it’s meant to distract them? Since this isn't about money or releasing someone. That the real reason is to pull their focus outside the station. When it should it really be focused inside. Harper then asks what kind of crazy person would be inside while her BF threatens that same building with explosives? I love this beautiful look between them. Their silent communication at its finest right here. All she has to do is look at Tim and they have the same thought. Their Freegan who got herself arrested twice in one hour is crazy enough.

They go to confront Freegan Freida and I love their dynamic. How confident they are and the back and forth they display. Trying to get her to break. Tag teaming it. Explaining how they caught her and her reasons why. Until they realize she’s not Kelsey Adams…. It was real good till then guys haha The real Kelsey takes off and breaks the keypad trapping them down there.

Harper is able to catch Kelsey in the evidence room and figure out why she’s there. They’re trying to get her fingerprints before they’re scanned into the system. Her ex-husband was abusive and has cops on his payroll. Why she was under an assumed name. Harper also finds out the bomb is a fake. Only needed them to think it was real to buy time. Also get him arrested so his medical care could be paid for in prison. With this mess resolved Tim and Lucy are finally able to return to their shift.

Lucy tells Tim about a text she receives from Jackson. Saying everything came to a head with Doug. That Jackson pulled his dad running IA card. That Jackson thinks he'll back off now. Hearing this sets Tim on edge. He wants to go find Jackson ASAP. He’s worried about what Doug is going to do since Jackson pulled his dad card. Say's he's not the type of guy you can back into corner and not react. Tim is afraid of what he’s going to do now that he is. Has them leave the station immediately to find him.

Tim and Lucy hear a call come over the radio. It’s the exact situation Tim was worried about. He’s having him and Jackson go into an area where they should have serious backup. Doing a ‘premise check’ solo. Doug is up to something and it’s not good. Sounds like he’s leading Jackson into the lions den. Which is exactly what happens. They split up and Jackson gets jumped. He is overwhelmed by 4 guys. Makes a call over the radio and Stanton says he’s coming to help then leaves him there be beaten to death.

Tim and Lucy show up on scene and run into Stanton and he “claims” to have lost Jackson. They quickly find Jackson and rush over to him. Tim calling in ambulance and RA. Beautiful thing about this moment is Jackson grabbing for his body cam. The cam footage that ends up condemning Stanton.

Watching Tim march over with Grey to suspend him. Phew lord Tim telling him 'Give me a reason'. Yum. Stanton gets the ending he so richly deserved. That ends quite an intense episode. Loved the United Front that is them in this episode. The way he fiercely protects Jackson the entire episode while keeping Lucy calm. So damn good. Not a ton like I said but enough goodies to enjoy especially the beginning.

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Side notes none really this episode was truly intertwined. Glad to see Stanton finally get what’s coming to him. Awful that took Jackson nearly dying to get it done but glad he was finally removed.

As always thank you to everyone who supports these reviews. Been so fun for me to Analyze and share with you all. All the likes/comments and reblogs mean a lot ❤️ see you all in 3x06

[xerith-42]

dude. xerith. idk if you saw my reblog of madcatlad’s post, BUT. they cooked. the issue on the table: nether withdrawals. i’m insane about this.

very much exploring the idea of the calling being more about fighting the addiction that is the nether itself for shadow knights, rather than purely the aggression part.

thoughts? musings?

Oh Cinn, oh Cinn you've brought my attention to something beautiful.

Little known fact about me because I'm still pretty decent about over sharing on the internet, addiction is something I've actually thrown hands with before. The idea of the Calling as an addiction to the Nether?? Now that's a concept I can latch onto.

I think that there could be ways to satiate withdrawal, but not in an exactly helpful way. The Calling is in Shadow Knights brains like "Oooh you wanna kill your loved ones and come back to the Nether soooo bad." But minor acts of violence and arson can make it shut up. Enough bloodshed, such as what happens at the Werewolf Wedding, is enough to make it so a knight isn't drawn to the idea of killing their loved one anymore because the urge for blood has been answered. Of course... Most Shadow Knights fighting the call aren't exactly happy when something like the Werewolf Wedding happens to them.

As for the urge of the Nether, they could always try to answer that with things that are like the Nether or remind them of it. Sitting by a fire, setting things on fire, sitting in a pool of hot water that can at least try and simulate lava, setting things on fire, existing in the bitter dry heat of an Arizonan morning, or setting things on fire. The Calling always responds best to the most violent solution, and even while trying to satiate it, it's still pulling at the mental strings of a knight to make the most violent decisions possible.

That idea of being able to sit by a fire instead of setting something ablaze really sucks for Knights who might have been traumatized by the Nether and struggle to be around fire for very long as a result, Laurance.

A lot of moments of a premature Shadow Knight lashing out aren't necessarily because the Calling is making them want to kill, it's because it's making them want to go back to something they know is bad for them. It's a drug that they've overdosed on and are trying to run away from still present in their veins and urging them to take another dose, regardless of its lethality. That kind of mental gymnastics and battle wears down at a person even when they aren't actively fighting. Even if they aren't in their head fighting the Calling and it's urges, it's still there. They still think about it.

Laurance doesn't want to go back to The Nether. He would rather die again than go back there. But when he sees the frame of a portal, when he's nearby one that's unstable, he has to fight. He has to fight his body and its urge to go back to that hell. Just one hit will make him feel better. Just a chance to touch netherack and breathe that ashy air will soothe his worries. Because being reminded of the Nether, even if it causes a trauma response, does cause a part of his brain to feel good. The Calling sees fire and gives him a shot of dopamine and excitement.

Wouldn't it just be so nice if he went back? If he didn't have to feel this constant drain? If he was in the Nether then the Calling would shut up, right? Wouldn't it be so amazing to just feel this good all the time? He's already dead, what damage can be done to his body afterwards?

Of course the Calling has two components, both addictive. One is of course the urge to go to the Nether. The other is that urge to kill your loved one and gain immortality. Doing one only makes the other feel stronger. Oh, you sat next to a Nether portal and made it so you're now comfortable in the over world? Bet you wanna kill your lord right about now, huh?

What's that, you actually killed your lord? Well, don't you just wanna come home to the Nether where you're surrounded by people who have all done the same and won't hate you for it? Go on, you know you want to.

Like everything else, it comes down to the Shadow Kings need to control. If he can make Shadow Knights into addicts of stuff directly associated with him, they'll be more loyal. They'll serve him to get a fix of bloodshed and hell fire. They'll come running back to him after ruining their lives for his enjoyment, and they'll fall at his feet for the chance to become a higher up in their army. He deprives them of everything they ever could have had and calls it freedom.

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

hope u take in requests it’s my birthday but i feel like no one cares:( i know its not a big deal but i cant help but feel sad please do a wanda x reader about birthdays

well I care nonnie! Happy birthday! 🥳 🎁 🍰

A/n: I’m so sorry this is late nonnie but I started night shift and I’m adjusting to trying to sleep during the day for longer than 3 hours

Birthdays

Summary: it’s your birthday and Wandas looking for you, she doesn’t know why you don’t want to celebrate your birthday but when you tell her she makes it her mission to make sure you have a happy one

Warnings: Nothing bad, fluff, the absolute smallest amount of angst and suggestive themes, still minors DNI thanks!

"Has anyone seen Y/n?" Wanda was walking through the compound looking for you, she had a surprise for you but it was useless if she couldn't find you.

"I think I saw her on the roof" Nat replied "is she excited about her birthday?"

Wanda shrugged "I think so but I made her a birthday breakfast this morning and she wasn't too excited" Wanda was confused, she thought you’d be really excited about your birthday like she normally is but you acted as if it was any other day.

Nat patted the witch on the back bringing her out of her thoughts "she's probably a little nervous, it's her first birthday with you, you know what she's like"

Wanda nodded "yeah, I guess, okay get ready for the party later and I'll bring her down"

You were in fact sat on the roof lay on your back with your eyes closed enjoying the cool breeze coming over you in small bursts

“Nat told me she saw you up here, are you okay my love?” Wanda’s voice surprised you and you jumped up “oh hi! Er yeah I’m okay just needed some alone time”

Your girlfriend sat down next to you bringing you into a hug kissing your forehead “wanna tell me why you’re not excited about your birthday?”

You should've known that you couldn't hide your feelings from a mind reading witch "who said you could read my mind?" You said softly making Wanda frown "I'm not? I'm capable of reading people's emotions without delving into their minds princess, and I know you're feeling upset"

You sighed feeling bad that you presumed your girlfriend would read your mind without permission "I'm sorry Wanda I just-I've just never been a fan of my birthday, no one ever wanted to celebrate with me so, I just never bothered, my friends didn’t like I what I like so it felt more like a forced chore they were doing, I didn’t want that to continue”

Wanda's heart broke, she could never imagine not celebrating her or her friends birthdays "oh honey I'm so sorry, well those people were idiots not to celebrate your birthday, we're gonna have so much fun! Come on" she jumped up trying to get you to go with her but you remained still "baby?"

"Is there a party downstairs waiting for me?" Wanda shifted nervously "...why do you think that?"

You chuckled "I saw the worlds best Assassin fail to creep through the compound with balloons and a cake under her arm"

Wanda groaned "worlds best Assassin my ass, well now that you know you should also know Tony got you a pretty cool present"

This peeked your interest "oh? A present from the billionaire playboy philanthropist? Maybe I will come down" you jumped up kissing Wanda on the cheek and walking past her "oh so you'll move for a expensive present but not because your loving smart sexy girlfriend made a party for you?"

You knew she wasn't really upset but you spun around back to her and hugged her tight "sorry honey, I'll make it up to you later"

"Oooh and I thought it was your birthday not mine" she moved her lips to yours kissing you softly making sure it didn't escalate, she didn't want any peeping drones watching you two, not again anyway, Tony didn’t want a repeat of Valentine’s Day.

"Are you feeling better?” Wanda whispered to you and you nodded "sorry, it'll just get some time getting used too, having my birthday celebrated"

Wanda kissed your forehead "that's okay but you should know every year the parties will get bigger and better and it'll be the best day of your life and mine, until the day I ask you to marry me of course"

You pulled back surprised searching for any joke on Wanda's face but didn't find any "what??"

She smiled "you heard me, one day I'll ask you to marry me, nothing too elaborate, just me and you some flowers, maybe Nat holding a camera but she'll have her mouth tapped shut so she can't make her snarky remarks"

You would say you're a little surprised but honestly the first date Wanda pretty much asked you to move into her in the compound, she claimed it was for safety but a few months in she admitted she wanted to keep you close, you didn't mind you didn't have to pay rent or buy groceries, what woman wouldn't want that?

"Okay Wands, nothing too big though okay?"

"No sky writing?" She pouted and you smacked her lightly on the arm "let's just go downstairs"

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"There's the birthday girl!" Nat practically bounced on you hugging you so tight the air left your lungs

"N-Nat let me go" you struggled and the Russian released you from her death grip "sorry! But come on Tony has a cool present for you!" She dragged you across the room where the playboy himself sat

"Well my youngling nice of you to finally show up" he took a sip of his whisky and you flipped him off "get over yourself Stark where's my present?"

He stood up and dramatically turned around pressing a button opening the pod in the room revealing an exact replica of his own iron man suit but in purple, what was going on?

"What do you think?" He said looking back at you "you made a new suit in a different colour?"

Wanda slid up behind you holding you in her arms "that's your present"

"Fuck off!" You shouted jumping from her arms towards the pod scanning it and seeing your name on the arm "oh my god can I come on missions now?!"

Wanda stepped in before Tony could say yes "no! It's just for show and to maybe like fly around the building"

Clearly Wanda didn’t think you’d want to go on missions, like she said, just to fly around the building and shoot some targets

The group laughed at Wanda's ridiculousness, of course you were going on missions with them, why else was Tony would make a new suit "don't worry Wanda the widows said they'd look after her" Tony tried assuring her

"The 'widows' are looking after her, that's not gonna go well"

"Baby come on it'll be great! We can kill people together, that's so romantic"

Wanda stared at you strangely but also worriedly "how do you know I kill people?"

You shrunk a little under her gaze glancing to Nat but Wanda saw ir "Nat! Do you tell her I kill people?!"

Nat smiled and nodded "you're damn right I did, she loves hearing the stories"

Wanda sighed heavily deciding to stop talking and take a glass of champagne from the table downing it in one "I'm glad you love your new suit baby, but time for cake!"

You laughed bringing Wanda into a kiss tasting the sweet remnants of the champagne she just drank "you taste as sweet as the alcohol, I can't wait to taste you more later" you kissed down her neck making the witch giggle.

"Hey!" Tony clapped his hands separating you from Wanda "no intercourse at the party until we've all left"

You laughed "you all want to leave then?"

Nat threw a cushion at you throwing you off a little "you're insatiable Y/n, I'm surprised Wanda can walk after being with you"

"You know Nat if you want to sleep with me just say it, I'm sure I can rock your world sometime"

Maria wrapped her arm around Nat's waist "careful Y/n, I can make sure you clean the labs for the foreseeable future"

You fake gasped "ohhh noooo soo scary" you laughed but Maria's glare made Wanda grip you a little tighter "honey I know it's your birthday but maybe calm down with Maria, you know she’s a little scary”

You sighed in defeat facing the woman again “I’m sorry for saying Nat wants to sleep with me…but I could definitely rock her world and we both know it”

Maria rolled her eyes kissing Nat on the cheek “she’s a hand full, okay let’s celebrate you getting closer to the grave” she gave you a wink and you smiled “always the fun one on the room Hill, now, where’s this cake you’re talking about”

[extremewritersblock]

A drabble in which Hermione has to babysit a drunk Draco

“I like you, Granger.”

“You’re drunk, Malfoy.”

“Am not,” he said. He had his head propped up on one hand, using the other to finish off the remnants of his - 9th - drink. 

After he’d double and triple checked that the inside of his mug held no more alcohol, he discarded it on the bar top - it clattered with a *thud *- and moved on to his next drunken thought. 

“Why do people say they don’t like your hair?” *hiccup*

“I wasn’t aware that my hair was a popular topic amongst your friends, but thanks for letting me know.” She self consciously pulled at a stray piece resting on the nape of her neck.

“Well, they’re wrong, I like your hair.” *hiccup*

Before Hermione could - thank him? - Malfoy was out of his seat and stumbling confidently towards a couple of girls a few chairs down. 

“Hey, ‘scuse me. Hi, my names Draco. Don’t you like her hair? It has just the right amount of curly, don’t you think?” He was gesturing to Hermione theatrically, like she was the grand prize at the end of a game show.

Hermione, unsure whether it was Malfoy or the girls who needed rescuing from the situation unfolding in front of her, raced up behind him, gripped either side of his shoulders and attempted to move him away.

“Excuse my friend, he’s sloshed,” she said to the girls, who were both doing their best to hide the fit of giggles brought on by Malfoy's... drunkenness.

“Actually I’m her boyfriend,” he said, then his voice changed to a whisper, “but she doesn’t know that yet” - *hiccup* - “so shhhhh.” He placed a finger to his lips to demonstrate how they should stay quiet.

“Malfoy, you are not my boyfriend.” She’d finally succeeded at steering him back to their spot at the bar. He stumbled back onto his barstool. “You have to stop telling people that, or they’ll start to think its true.”

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for an acknowledgement that he’d hear her. 

He was looking back at her, dreamily.

“Well?” she asked, trying to coax an agreement from him.

“I wanna kiss you,” he said, but it came out more like ‘iwanuhkishoe’.

Hermione sighed. 

He was reaching for his drink that he’d already finished off when -

“Draco that’s not your drink! That’s hand sanitizer, you absolute donut.”

“Oooh donuts. They sound delightful right now, don’t they?” he said, then became distracted by a bartender who was passing by them. She was holding a bottle of liquor topped with a sparkler, so tiny flames were dancing in the air. 

The table who had ordered the bottle broke out into a tipsy rendition of the “Happy Birthday” song. Draco happily clapped along.

When it stopped, he quickly turned to Hermione, his face suddenly distraught.

“You know what I just thought about?” he asked. He wore a slight pout.

“What’s that, Malfoy?” She was done trying to guess what nonsense would come out of his mouth next.

“Dragons”

Yup, she would’ve never guessed that.

“What about Dragons?”

“Well Dragons have birthdays, right?”

He posed a good question. Her analytical tendencies wanted to argue that, while yes, dragons are born and thus have birthdays, they don’t have the intelligence to celebrate their birthdays like humans do, so it could be a subjective question. However, to her very drunk acquaintance, she just said:

“Yes - I assume so...” 

“Well, dragons can’t - they’ll never be able to blow out their own birthday candles. How *hiccup* sad.”

She facepalmed.

“You know, it’s been a fun date,” he said 

“We’re not on a date. Your friends left you and I couldn’t, in good conscience, leave you by yourself in your.. current state.”

“Oh. Well d’you wanna go date me sometime?”

“Let’s discuss this when you sober up.”

“Wrong answer. Ten points from Gryffindor.”

“Well Malfoy, this has been a fun.. whatever this was.. but I think it’s time to get you home.”

After a few minutes of slurred protest, and one last swipe at the bottle of hand sanitizer, Draco let Hermione Apparate them back to his apartment.

They arrived with a very clumsy jolt. Somehow, both of them managed to stay on their feet.

“Ooh.. head rush,” Malfoy said. 

Luckily, he’d appeared right next to his bed, and decided to forgo the entirety of his night time routine and just fall into the blankets. 

Unluckily, he’d forgotten he was still attached to Hermione’s arm, and brought her right down with him. She fell with an, “OOOF.”

She let herself lie there for a few seconds, a little hopeful that Malfoy would just go to sleep so that she could escape to her own apartment, but when she finally decided to remove her arm from his, she felt his hand grasp hers.

“Please don’t go,” he said. His eyes, though open, drooped sleepily.

“You won’t sleep well if I stay with you.” She adjusted the blankets around him.

Why did a part of her actually want to stay? Did she expect him to remember any of this in the morning?

She told herself it was her own morality that made her consider accepting his request, and that she’d feel horrible if she left him alone while he was this intoxicated.

As if he was reading her mind -

“Please stay,” he said again, though his voice was growing quieter as sleep threatened to take him.

And so, she stayed.

[potsandpains]

practically perfect in every way part 3

Pairing: Hotch x Fem!Reader

AN: Welp here we are again. Let me know what y’all think!

part 1:

part 2: 

part 4:

Jack is 6 at the beginning of this and Haley is dead. rip to her. Hotch is around 40ish, reader is 25-26ish.

Summary: Aaron Hotchner hires Jack’s nanny, knowing she is practically perfect in every way. A perfect nanny for Jack, and as he comes to find, a perfect match for him. 

CW: bloody nose?? think that’s it??

/ / /

The Florida case had gone well.

Well, as well as could be expected. A family annihilator from a broken home wreaking havoc in Tallahassee was quickly managed by Aaron and his team, and he found himself on his way home on Wednesday evening, just a few short days after promising y/n he would come home as quick as he could. 

He smiled to himself, looking out the window of the jet. Looks like he would get to keep his promise. 

“What are you smiling about, Hotch? Got a hot date lined up when we land?” Morgan asked, grin on his face and eyebrows raised.

Aaron’s  professional persona found its way to his face and he gave Morgan a pointed look, eyes narrowed. Might as well have a little fun with him, right?

“No, Morgan, I don’t. I’m just thinking about the stack of paperwork I’m dropping on your desk from the case.”

Morgan shook his head, laughing and throwing his hands up in surrender. “Only joking, sorry I asked.”

“How’s Jack getting along with that new nanny?” Dave asked, sitting across from Aaron. “She’s been with you guys a few months, right?”

“She’s perfect. I don’t know how I- how we managed without her before.” Aaron replied.

“You haven’t introduced us to her yet though. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were hiding her from us.”

Aaron shook his head. “Not hiding her at all. I didn’t know you wanted to meet my son’s nanny, Dave. Do you have a type?”

Rossi laughed. “No, doting nanny is definitely not my type. You just seem a lot more at ease since you hired her and I’ve been wanting to meet the girl responsible.”

“Hotch has a girl putting him at ease? I’d definitely like to meet her too.” Piped Emily from across the plane. 

“Oooh me too,” said JJ, “must be some girl.”

Aaron felt himself getting flustered. “Easy, you guys. She’s not some girl, she’s Jack’s nanny.”

“She’s likely putting you at ease because you feel you can trust her with your son. Parents with high stress careers tend to exhibit higher stress in their parenting styles and your biological response to a caretaker for Jack that is consistent and effective in her methods is making you more easy going both as a parent and in your work.” Reid shared, not even looking up from his book. 

“Alright that’s enough,” Aaron said quickly, “We’re not discussing this right now.”

Dave gave Aaron a knowing look and grinned. “I think I like her already.”

/ / / 

Aaron got into his car, turning the keys in the ignition when a notification lit up his phone. He had sent y/n a message that he was heading home, but he hadn’t heard from her since. Looking at his previously sent message, a new notification lit up the screen. 

AH: Finished up the case. Heading home now.

YN: Oh great! Glad to hear it :) Jack’s having a late-night with Oliver from soccer but I’ll send Oliver’s mom a text to let Jack know you’re coming home. He’ll be so excited!

Sleepovers were a no-go in the Hotchner household, so when his friends were having sleepovers Aaron compromised with Jack by doing late-nights, where he got to stay at his friend's house until it was bedtime. It was hard for Jack to understand, but Aaron had been thrilled that y/n shared his thoughts on sleepovers and was more than happy to help enforce things. 

Leaving the parking garage and beginning the drive home, Aaron reflected on how glad he was the case was over. He was so happy to be coming home. To be coming home to a familiar house, a familiar bed, to Jack, and of course to her. At this point Aaron knew his feelings extended far beyond the professional relationship of just being the father of the child y/n nannied. 

They were friends, of course. Aaron loved her teasing sense of humor and the way she helped him not take himself as seriously as he felt he should be, and he absolutely loved how much she loved his son. He loved watching her coach Jack at soccer and he was amazed by her patience with him. 

He was aware of all these things, yes. That didn’t mean he thought they were right, however. He knew the age gap between them was… not small. He knew that he was technically her boss and that she worked as a caretaker for his child. He was all too aware that the romantic feelings he had for the smart, funny, kind, darling girl working for him were all too real, and that she was all too unattainable.

And God he hated that.

So he could be professional. He could be kind. He could be friendly. He could even pretend that the image of her in the bathtub wearing nothing but bubble bath and a mischievous smile didn’t keep him up at night. 

He pulled his car into the garage, noting that y/n’s car was parked in the driveway. He hadn’t responded to her text, figuring he’d be seeing her soon enough and they would talk then. He grabbed his go-bag and discarded suit jacket and made the walk from the garage into the house.

“Y/n?” He said, opening the door from the garage that led into the kitchen. “I’m home.”

Y/n didn’t respond. Aaron was certain she had no idea he was even there. She had her back to him, doing dishes in the sink. Wearing a tank top and biker shorts, Aaron guessed she had just come back from a run and still had her headphones in. Aaron could see that the noise canceling setting must be very effective since she gave no indication of hearing him. She was singing very loudly, seemingly unaware of his presence. He held back a laugh, watching her for a moment. 

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

ABBA? He thought to himself, 

Loud singing gave way to (very endearing, according to him) very uncoordinated dancing. Using a wooden spoon covered in dish soap as a microphone, she kept singing. 

Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight

Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Grinning, he placed his go-bag, keys, and suit jacket on the counter. He took a quiet step towards her and placed a hand on her bare shoulder. “y/n-”

Whatever teasing remark he was going to say died in his throat as y/n let out a surprised shriek and clamped her hand over his own as her opposite elbow found his ribs. He let out a grunt, bowing over as the air was knocked out of him. Apparently not done, y/n stomped hard on his foot, whirled around, and punching him square in the nose. 

Aaron, bent over, out of breath, and now bleeding, promptly collapsed to the kitchen floor. 

Y/n recoiled, shaking her hand as the force of the punch caught up to her. If her hand hurt half as much as his face now did, he was sure it was aching already. He saw y/n’s eyes grow wide as she got a good look at him and let out a gasp, yanking her earbuds from her ears and kneeling to him on the ground. 

“Hotch oh my goodness are you okay?”

“Hell of a welcome home, y’n.” He said, trying to catch the blood dripping from his nose.

y/n helped him to his feet, standing up, and handed him a tissue. “I’m sorry, I really am. But you of all people should know that sneaking up on someone is a very bad idea.” 

He held the tissue to his nose, wincing. “Fair point. Where did you learn that?”

“What, not to sneak up on people?”

“No,” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter, “How to beat the shit out of a grown man.”

She laughed. “Oh man, I picked that up the minute I hit puberty. Good to know it’s effective in taking down an FBI agent though.”

He gave her a pointed look, bloody tissue still held to his nose. 

“Tilt your head back and keep pressure on it. It’ll stop bleeding faster.” She took a step towards him, hand grazing his throat as she tipped his chin back, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Aaron resisted the urge to shiver. “I really am sorry, I promise it wasn’t on purpose.”

Placing pressure on his nose, he groaned at the pain. “I’d hate to see how I’d look if it was on purpose.”

He couldn’t see the look on her face, but he could hear the grin in her voice. “Oh you’d be way worse off. And you’d be begging for more too.”

Aaron felt a blush run from his face down his neck. What was that supposed to mean?

Y/n gently grabbed his arm. “Why don’t you shower and get changed. I’ll have an ice pack for you when you get out.”

“You give me a bloody nose and then take care of me? You’re giving me whiplash here.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky I like you, Hotchner. Go on now.” Shooing him out of the kitchen

Aaron headed upstairs and made his way into the bathroom. As he turned on the hot water, a notification rang from his phone.

YN: Ran to get Jack, I’ll be back soon!

AH: Sounds good. If I collapse in the shower while you’re gone it’s your fault.

YN: Tough luck, Hotch. You weren’t wearing your life-alert earlier and I’m not coming to your rescue if you’ve fallen and you can’t get up.

He laughed, rolling his eyes. Stepping into the shower, he gasped as the hot water stung his already aching face and sore body. He’d fallen, alright.

When he was out of the shower and changed into comfier clothes, he came downstairs to see y/n sitting with Jack on the couch. Jack was wearing his favorite spiderman pajamas. Seeing his dad, he jumped up from the couch and ran to Aaron who knelt to meet him, and tackled him in a hug. Aaron groaned, wincing when Jack squeezed him tightly in the spot where y/n’s elbow had met his ribs earlier.

“Dad! You’re home! I missed you!”

“I missed you too buddy. Were you good for y/n?”

“Yeah I was really good!” Jack withdrew his arms from Aaron’s waist, eyes growing wide. “What happened to your face? Did a bad guy hit you?”

Aaron looked over Jack’s shoulder at y/n, who was biting her lip, embarrassment evident in her expression.

 “Yeah buddy, something like that.”

“Did you get him? Did he go to jail?” Jack asked.

“Yeah we got him. But would you look at that! It is past your bedtime and I’m home just in time to tuck you in!”

“But you just got here!” Jack protested. “I don’t want to go to bed yet.”

“How about this buddy, I can carry you to bed or you can walk by yourself. What sounds good?”

Jack thought about it for a split second before throwing his arms around his dad’s neck. “Can you carry me? And can we read two stories tonight instead of one? Ya know, to make up for the days you were gone?”

Aaron once again looked at y/n as he stood, Jack in his arms. Her embarrassed look was gone, and on her face was a look of such soft tenderness Aaron blinked in surprise, sure his eyes were mistaken. Upon meeting his gaze y/n looked down, a bashful smile on her face. 

“Sure. Two stories sounds good to me.”

/ / / 

Once Jack was asleep, Aaron came downstairs to find y/n sitting at the bar in the kitchen, fiddling with what looked like an ice pack. 

“He’s out.” He said.

She looked up, the ice pack stilled in her hands.

“I’m surprised he fell asleep so quick, he was pretty wound up when you got home.”

“You and me both.”

She held up the ice pack. “This is for you. Consider it a formal apology for giving you a black eye the second you walk in the door.”

He took it from her, holding it to his left eye. “Apology accepted.”

She stood, walking to the medicine cabinet, grabbing a bottle of ibuprofen and shaking a few pills out. “Here. This will help with the swelling too. I’ll grab you some water.”

She filled a glass at the sink and slid it in from of him. He took a sip and swallowed the pills gratefully. “So. Anything fun happen while I was gone?’

She exhaled, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Not really. Let me think. Jack has a new wiggly tooth, I finished yet another romance novel that will give me unrealistic expectations. Jack and I made banana bread for him to take to his teacher. I think that’s it.”

He nodded. “Seems like a good few days.”

“It was. We missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

He looked at her, ice pack held to one eye and a wistful smile on his face. She smiled back, and they held each other’s gaze for a moment too long before Aaron cleared his throat and looked down. “We don’t happen to have another ice pack, do we? I think I’m going to need one for my other eye.”

“I’m sure we do.” Y/n moved towards the fridge and opened the freezer door. She pulled a new ice pack from the back of the freezer and closed the door, turning to face him, leaning over the counter.  “I can take that old one. I’ll trade ya.” She grabbed the ice pack from his face and placed it on the counter between them, a slight grimace on her face. She delicately traced her fingers around his swelling eye, her face filled with concern. Aaron resisted the urge to grab her hand and hold it in his own. “That’s going to be quite the shiner, Hotchner. If it’s any consolation I think your left is the worst one, so your right eye shouldn’t be too bad.” She shook her head. “I really am so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said quietly. Seeing the gentle look in her eyes, he decided to act before he lost his courage. He pulled her hand from his face and intertwined his fingers with hers. “I know you didn’t mean to. I’m sorry I scared you.”

She clasped her hand tighter in his, a soft smile painted across her expression. He brought his other hand to her face, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“Y/n, I-” 

“Daddy?” Jack’s voice called out from up the stairs.

Aaron froze. Y/n quickly withdrew her hands from his and stepped back. Aaron cleared his throat, trying to hide the disappointment from his face and voice.

“Yeah Jack?” He hollered.

“Can you read me one more story? I can’t sleep.”

He let out a breath. “Sure buddy. I’ll be right up.”

He turned to look at y/n, who was struggling to meet his eyes. “I think… I think I’m going to go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.” She said.

He swallowed, disheartened. “Goodnight, y/n.”

She quickly went out of the kitchen, making her way up the stairs ahead of him. She ducked into the guest room without another word. 

Aaron was just about to enter Jack’s room when he heard her door creak open. “Hotch?”

“Yes?”

Y/n stepped out of the guest room, arms folded across her chest. “I… I’m really happy you’re home.”

He smiled softly, refusing to meet her eyes. “I’m happy to be home.” He entered Jack’s room without waiting for her response. 

/ / / 

Waking up the next morning was difficult to say the least. For one, he was sure that the interaction in which he held y/n’s hand was a dream and that interaction in which he got punched in the face was a weird sort of nightmare. 

His sore face said otherwise. It was reality, alright. 

He woke up late, having slept through his alarm, and barely had enough time to get dressed and get his briefcase together before he had to rush out the door. He usually left for work early, before even Jack was awake. He was still asleep when Aaron left, but y/n was awake, sitting at the bar in the kitchen, sipping tea in her pajamas with a book in hand. She set the book down and looked on as he ran through the kitchen like a tornado.

“Hey.” She said. He didn’t reply. “Someone’s in a rush this morning. How’s your eye?”

“I am very late. Slept through my alarm. I need to get going.”

“Your eye looks bad. Take some ibuprofen before you go.”

“I really do not have the time.” He replied, rushing to the door with car keys in hand. 

“Hotch wait-” y/n started. 

Aaron shut the door behind him, not letting her finish. 

/ / /

Aaron was full of regret when he reached the BAU. For one, she was right. He caught a look at his eye in the rearview mirror and he looked rough. He also really should have taken some painkillers because his head was killing him and his eye was throbbing. For another, he had been quite rude to her in his rush to leave, and he definitely didn’t like how that felt. The final twinge of regret came when he got to work and realized that he had left his wallet sitting right on the counter where he left it last night. This posed a myriad of problems. 

His wallet held his secondary credentials and his identification, so if they were called on a case he was screwed. His wallet also held all of his credit cards and cash, and in his rush to get out the door he hadn’t eaten breakfast and he was getting quite hungry. Y/n said he got hangry when he hadn’t eaten. She explained that it meant that he gets grouchy and irritable without food. She thought it was funny. He hadn’t. 

Until now, that is. Then he discovered she was right. He was indeed very hangry, and he had no means of fixing it. 

Leaving the door to his office open, he decided to get an early start on paperwork from the last case, listening for when the rest of the team came in. He had grabbed coffee from the staff kitchen, and he hoped it would tide him over until he had a chance to either run home to grab his wallet or until it was time for him to go home for the day. 

As the morning trickled by and members of the team made their way in, he did his best to curb his irritability and hunger. The team had all arrived from what he could hear, and since today was primarily paperwork he was sure he could get through the day with none of them coming into his office and questioning the state of his appearance. 

A knock on his doorframe dashed his hopes. “So I’m thinking we have a little family dinner and you can bring your girl. My place, good wine- Whoa! What happened to you?” Dave’s shocked voice filled Aaron’s office. 

“Please, have a seat. I can give you a play-by-play of how my son’s nanny gave me a beating to rival any unsub.”

Dave strolled in the office, taking a seat in the chair in front of Aaron’s desk. “Well she had to have a reason I bet. What did you do?”

Aaron looked at him with narrowed eyes. Squinting hurt. “Nothing, but thank you for your vote of confidence. She was wearing headphones and didn’t hear me come in the house.”

Dave nodded, impressed. “She can hold her own. That’s good.”

Aaron didn’t reply, eyes focused on the paperwork in front of him. 

“Hey. Aaron. What’s your deal today? You’re moody.”

“I’m not moody, Dave. I got punched in the face and my eye hurts. And I forgot my wallet so I’m running purely on coffee today. So forgive me for not being my usual sunshiney self.”

Dave had the nerve to laugh. “Call it what you want, but I don’t think it has much to do with your shiner there. When you’re ready to talk about your girl problems, you know where to find me.”

Aaron snorted. “Sure. I’ll be sure to give you a call.” 

Dave stood to leave when a voice foreign to the BAU rang through the bullpen. 

“I’m sorry, can you help me? I’m looking for Aaron Hotchner.”

Dave and Aaron’s eyes met. Dave grinned, and Aaron went pale. What was y/n doing here?

Morgan’s familiar flirty tone answered. “Just up the stairs there, sweetheart. Unless I can help you with what you need.”

Aaron heard y/n’s laugh ring through his ears. “I am very flattered, but I’m absolutely certain you cannot.”

He heard footsteps up the short stairs to his office and y/n appeared in the doorway, Carrying a canvas bag over her shoulder. She was wearing overalls and high top converse, and a bandana held her hair back from her face. She could not stand out more in the formal setting of the FBI building. She gave a slight knock, a smile on her face.

“Hey!” She then noticed Dave, still standing between the desk and the door. “Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt.” 

“I was just leaving,” said Dave, walking to y/n and extending his hand, “Y/n, I’m guessing.”

“Yes sir.” She said, reciprocating his handshake. 

“David Rossi. It’s nice to finally meet you. Aaron’s told me so much. The Hotchner’s are lucky to have you.”

y/n gave Aaron a look that said what have you told him about me? Before replying “I’m just as lucky to have them. It was nice meeting you.”

“You as well.” Dave said, vacating the office. 

y/n stepped towards Aaron’s desk, sitting down in the chair Dave was just in.

‘Hi.” She said.

“...Hi.” He replied. 

“I thought you’d be happier to see me, since I’m going to be your saving grace today.” She said, holding up the bag she brought with her. Emptying it onto his desk, she pulled out his wallet, a piece of banana bread, and an entire bottle of ibuprofen. 

Aaron looked from the desk into her eyes, seeing a satisfied look on her face. 

“You were in such a rush this morning you didn’t let me tell you that you left your wallet on the counter. I figured you’d be starving and that your eye would be killing you by now, so once I got Jack off to school I thought I’d drop by.”

“I.. Thank you.” He replied. “This morning has been rough. I can’t tell you how much this helps me out.” 

“You’re welcome. Glad I could help.” She started to stand. Aaron wanted her to stay. A few minutes, maybe. He could negotiate her staying forever too, if she was up to it.

“Y/n-” He started. She stopped, slowly sitting back down. “I’m sorry I was short with you this morning. You didn’t deserve that.”

She smiled. “Apology accepted. I know you didn’t mean to.” His own words echoed back at him. 

“I’m glad. I’ve uh… I’ve been doing paperwork for a while. I could use a break. Do you want to get lunch?”

“I don’t want to distract you if you have a lot to do, really. I just meant to drop these off.”

“No really, I would be really happy if you’d get lunch with me.”

She hesitated. He hoped it was because she truly was worried about distracting him, and not because she didn’t want to. “You know what, sure. I’d love that.”

He stood from his desk, smiling. She also stood, smiling back at him. “Great. Consider it a formal thank you for bringing me my wallet.”

“Sounds good to me.”

They exited his office, and Aaron was met with a gasp and clamor of noise from the bullpen. Right. He forgot none of them had seen his injuries yet. 

“Hotch- what happened to you?” Cried Emily.

“Are you alright, sir?” Reid looked mortified, glancing between y/n and Hotch as if trying to make sense of Aaron’s injuries.

He held up his hand, silencing the questions. “Everyone, this is y/n.” Y/n gave a small wave and a smile. “She is Jack’s nanny,” Aaron continued, “As for my eye, y/n is also responsible for that. I would advise not sneaking up on her or scaring her, or else you’ll end up worse for wear, as I have unfortunately figured out.” With a gesture to his eye, he started the walk out of the office, y/n trailing right behind him. 

He could here the imminent chatters of gossip beginning the minute he turned his back to the team, but he just shook his head. He would answer their questions another time.

As they got in the elevator, she turned to face him. “So last night -”

“Yes?” He said, bracing himself. Was she going to let him know it was a mistake? Or that it somehow wasn’t a mistake?

“I uh, I forgot to tell you. I guess something fun did happen while you were gone.” 

What?

“Oh? What happened?”

“I went on a date.”

Aaron’s heart sank. He hoped his face wasn’t telling too much. 

“Really?” How was it?”

“Good. Really good, actually. His name’s Braden.”

“That’s… that’s great Y/n. Are you going to go out with him again?”

“I think so.” 

Suddenly it was more than Aaron’s eye that hurt.

[wasyago]

hi! this is the bunch-a-questions anon. this wont be an ask ask. thank you for answering! it really gives me so much insight about tools and processes, i really enjoy seeing/reading how different artists have different ways in approaching creation of art. it’s all so interesting to me

and oooh i know what you mean about looking at a lot of different artists! it’s inspiration!! i find those things to be amazing too, it’s so cool. it’s like “this spot is inspired by an artist” “this artist draws this like this, so i wanted to try” “i think the way an artist drew this was neat and i wanted to try an implement it” it reminds me of that one post how we, as people, are a mosiac of other people and i believe it to be the same for how artists are too with their art

i feel inspired by the way you draw….. everything!!! it gets me pumped to try and replicate the way you do some things. like the shapes you create, the colors you choose, the way your lineart seems to be so flowy, how dynamic everything feels and how different each drawing you create is from one another (i saw you reblog that meme of like “why shouldnt i draw characters from the waist up and that is SO me, but it’s shoulders up” because drawing full bodies makes mh drawings feel so stiff, i need to practice more!!), the poses of the characters. just.. every aspect of your art is so, so, so nice!!

the way you draw, in all your styles, it’s definitely one of the ones that is such a good scratch to my brain. it gets me all giddy and happy! i’m not sure if i’ll get into jwri, mostly because my attention span will not let me be able sit and focus on listening before i get distracted and miss context on parts, BUT i still go to your blog almost every day just so i can see your art, no matter what it is, no matter who the characters are because it’s always so so good and i love taking it in. (will eat your art if i could, i am so serious)

this was a long one but yeah! i just wanted to let you know how awesome i see your art is! and how i also think youre a cool person, you seem like such a good peep to hang out it! might be weird to say but if you were a blorbo, you would be one of the most blorbiest blorbos to blorbo ever

hope youre having a good day!!

OH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE KIND WORDS THIS IS SOOOOO

your explanation of taking inspiration from other artists was so poetic and beautiful! truly inspiring in itself

its okay if you can't get into jrwi, i get it! i didn't think i would get into it as well and after binging all the episodes i honestly forgot why i even started listening in the first place. remembered recently tho! it was because i was going a little crazy while making the picrew and needed some actual talking in the background instead of just music. so, if you ever decide to give it a try, or listen to something else equally as lengthy, try to busy your hands with something that doesn't require a lot of thinking! it helps me at least! worked both with jrwi and tma. it's like, doing something monotonous (knitting, sorting files, cleaning the house, etc) can be incredibly boring if i sit in silence and let my mind wonder. alternatively, listening to something long or watching a long movie can be incredibly boring as well because i struggle to pay attention to the same thing for two hours. but combining these is really good, because it keeps both my mind and hands busy, but not overwhelmingly so!

and ough ough ough thank you again for such heartwarming message! im so happy to hear that you feel inspired by my art, and i wish you good luck in your own art journey!!!!!!! remember to have fun and listen to yourself and do things that you find interesting and that you enjoy! don't force yourself to draw stuff you don't like! all art is personal and individual, so don't be afraid to make things "you"! you don't have to do clean line, you don't have to do lines at all, you don't have to do coloring or shading, if you don't like it! and if you do like it or are excited to try, you should go for it! don't be afraid to change and grow but don't force yourself into it!

also don't foget to stretch before drawing its very important!!!!!!!!!!!!

[saintsenara]

oooh i’m always so excited when i see your wip posts! i’d love to hear about one from each section—the secret history, effraction, and dreaming of spires.

i hope things are looking up, in life and in fandom 💖

thank you very much for the ask, anon - and i'm very sorry that it's taken me quite so long to get around to answering your question about the work in progress tag game list.

but nonetheless, excellent choices!

the secret history is a piece I'm working on for @ladiesofhpfest - and, specifically, for the fortnight of the fest which will focus on queer women in the harry potter universe [you can find the full schedule of themes here]. this was a week of the fest i loved writing for last year - as, indeed, i loved writing for all of them - but i was struck when i looked back over my pieces that they'd all focused on cisgender women.

and i think it's important - not least because i occupy a fandom based in a text written by someone whose view on gender are actively harmful - that i broaden the spectrum of womanhood this time around.

the secret history is, then, a character study of severus snape as a transgender woman. one of the things which is striking about the canon snape is the way in which so much of his [the pronoun the text suggest snape is comfortable using, although she'll think differently in this piece] characterisation is gendered, and - in particular - gendered in a feminine sense intended to, on some level, mark snape out as odd, improperly masculine, subordinate and so on. the women's clothing he's wearing in his first appearance, the nickname 'snivellus' with its implication that real boys don't cry, the way his manner and appearance are written about, the fact that his patronus is a doe... all of these are features which the text uses to set snape in contrast to the more straightforwardly masculine james and harry.

but they can also be read as things that she might reclaim, might take pride and find acceptance in, might use to piece herself together over the course of her journey to becoming.

and i can promise a happy[ish] ending.

i'm apparently a glutton for punishment, which means that - when the last chapter of one year in every ten is posted this summer - instead of relaxing i'm getting straight back into it with more tomarrymort. effraction is that tomarrymort.

they're getting stuck in a time loop triggered by the sojourn in king's cross and harry is pissed about it.

and - well - all that pent-up rage has to go somewhere...

the dreaming spires can be best summed up by this.

who is gargling whose bathwater? let me know.

[gurugirl]

The flashback idea is sooooo fun! He would absolutely just stand by the foot of the bed watching her, taking in her beauty just smiling to himself. Then walk to her dresser and take a panty or two or 5😂. But like I also feel like he’d look around the house and look for anything he could do to help her out / make her life easier! Because he’s a stalker, but he just wants her life to be as perfect, happy and safe as can be ?? Like maybe there’s some dirty laundry on the floor so he picks it up and puts it in her hamper so she won’t trip over them in the morning or maybe like cleans the few dirty dishes in the sink so she can wake up to a clean kitchen ?? HA idk I just so see him in his mind being like “it’s fine that I’m here as long as I do something nice / helpful”😂😂

And it’s small things like that so the next day she’d be like did I do that ??? Hmm I must’ve, oh well!

And then another time maybe he even takes like a piece of jewelery of hers? So he can feel closer to her! He makes sure he picks one that he knows she never wears (because who else is he looking at when she’s in the same room as him and has her memorized head to toe) and he wears it everyday and one day at work she’s like oh! I like your necklace! I think I have one like that too! And he’s like yeah it’s beautiful isn’t it?💀but it’s like not an expensive piece of jewelry / something multiple people could have so she doesn’t think too much further on it but little does the little flower know….🤭🤭

🩷🩷

OHHHHHH MONICA! All ideas going directly into the drafts!

YES! Like he's kind of a chilling and intense man (he's a stalker and had some devious plans for her if she didn't like him back) but he really is a bit of a softy for her overall.

I like the thought of him doing little things around her house (also because he kind of just wants to snoop). She maybe finds her workout leggings missing (dirty ones of course bc he's THAT GUY LOL) and wonders why her panties are slowly dwindling and she checks her dryer vent thinking they got caught in there but nothing is coming up 😭

But then of course maybe he leaves her some new panties to replace some of her old ones and she's just like... this is odd... I don't remember buying these... but they're kind of nondescript and she just figures she forgot about them?

But the jewelry idea!! AHH yes! Okay so like I can see him taking something cheap that he can wear and have with himself, BUT maybe he leaves a piece of his own jewelry in its place. Again nothing super extravagant that's gonna make her suspicious... So then one day at work he sees her wearing it and he's just all 😍😍😍

Oooh these two are so fun. I think the flashback is a must at some point!

Thank you as always for your genius ideas!!!

xoxo

[jrvanfleet]

As Much As You Want, Wherever You Want |SFK

NSFW 18+ Minors, please DNI!

Word Count: 3.4k

Part 1 of ??

[Content warnings: language, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, friends), multiple orgasms, oral (f&m receiving), praise kink, beach/public sex, squirting lol, FLUFF sprinkled throughout...I think that's all? Ahh I'm terrible at these haha]

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

Since you and Sam started dating, the two of you would go on beach trips with his family. It’s always a fun trip with the Kiszkas, filled with a lot of laughs, great food, and quality time with some of the people you love the most. Every year, someone picks a different beach to go to and this year it was yours and Sam’s turn, so you’ll be going to Lewes, Delaware! (lol that’s where I always go don't come for me)

You, Sam, Josh, Jake, Jita, Ronnie, Karen, and Kelly spend two weeks together in a nice beach town, and this year the Wagners decided to join as well! 

There is a more secluded beach and house about 20 minutes from town, so you thought it would be smart to stay there. With the Kiszka kids' ages ranging from 23 to 26 and Sam and Jake having significant others, you all thought it would be a good choice to not have everyone cram into a room with bunk beds like they used to. So, everyone splurged on the secluded 6 bedroom, 6 bathroom house with its own pool, hot tub, and more private beach. 

With all of the traveling the guys do, it will be great to spend time together on vacation for a bit. 

The plan for bedrooms was for you and Sam to share a room, Jake and Jita to be in a room, Josh and Danny in one room that attaches to Josie and Ronnie’s through a bathroom, and then for the parents to each get a master bedroom. Since this year was yours and Sam’s turn to book the vacation house, you made sure to be the first ones there. You booked an extra night before everyone else comes to spend a bit of extra time together. 

Since this is the first Kiszka-Wagner family vacation that you and Sam were putting together, you wanted everything to be perfect. They all work so hard and you really wanted this to be a relaxing vacation for everyone. Your 8am flight from Nashville to Delaware was about two hours, and it went off without a hitch. Everything was running smoothly and on time. The two of you loaded your luggage into your rental car and Sam drove the thirty minutes to the house. 

You two quickly threw all of your luggage into the house and decided to put on your swimsuits. You threw a sundress over top of yours and Sam threw on a soft, somewhat distressed black t-shirt. The two of you then turned right back around to go grocery shopping for the next few days. You were hoping that it would be a fast trip so you could get back to the house and get in the ocean. You were determined to get things done quickly and efficiently, but Sam was struggling to focus on the task at hand…he simply couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

He loved it when your wore light and flowy sundresses or bathing suit cover-ups like you were wearing today. He was pretty persistent with keeping his hands on you while you made your way through the grocery store. 

Sam’s hands found your hips while you stood in front of the produce. “Sammy, you know I love you but I’m dying to get to the beach…and this needs to be done first!” you laughed, placing your hands on top of his. He wrapped his arms around you, the front of his body now flush against the back of yours. 

“I know, Y/N, I know. I’m just so happy to be here with you and you know how much I love those little flowy dresses of yours,” he replied, kissing your cheek and then nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck.  

“And I’m happy to be here with you, but the sooner we finish grocery shopping, the sooner we can get back to the house where you can touch me as much as you want and wherever you want…I promise,” you reply, turning around and slowly pulling him in by the waist to kiss his lips. 

“Oooh! Well that works for me! Let’s bang out this grocery list so I can…you know…bang you!” Sam said, taking the list from your hand.

That was probably the fastest grocery trip the two of you have taken. You went back to the house and quickly finished putting the groceries away. After you were done, the two of you put on your sunscreen, Sam grabbed the beach bag, and you walked out the door, heading to the ocean.

Once you and Sam made it to the beach, you set your blanket on the sand. The two of you ran into the ocean, diving into the next wave. Sam was quick to grab you by the waist and pull you into him. 

After spending about 20 minutes in the water, you made your way back to your belongings, drying off and laying down on the blanket, cuddling into each other…talking, and looking out to the water. 

As you relaxed on the blanket, you looked up at Sam…it wasn't difficult how beautiful he was. With his long brown hair, brown eyes, perfect bone structure, facial hair, and perfectly placed moles and freckles…he was easily the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?” Sam smiled, definitely noticing that you were looking at him for far too long. 

“Oh sorry…ahhh I was just thinking about how beautiful you are, Sammy. I just can’t believe that I get you all to myself.” you said, resting your hand on his bare chest. 

Sam brought your face to his and kissed you slowly, tugging lightly on your bottom lip. He then moves to nuzzle his head into your neck, sucking and kissing softly, causing you to let out a quiet moan.

“Sam, mm…what are you doing? What if someone is around?” you question him forgetting for a moment how secluded this part of the beach really is. You catch your breath while he brought his fingers to your neck…lightly touching what would likely be a hickey later on.  

“No one is around baby…and you did say that I can touch you as much as I want and wherever I want, so let me make you feel good,” he mumbles into your skin, pulling you on top of him. Now that you’re straddling him, his hands settle on your hips, moving them under your swimsuit bottoms…fingers digging into your skin. “Fuck I’ve always wanted to do this with you on the beach,” he added, as you began to slowly grind against him.

Of course, in your years of dating, you and Sam have had sex in a lot of places…A LOT of places…but you have mostly been in the privacy of your own home. You both appreciate being private and being able to take your time when you’re intimate, but there’s something about the times you’ve had sex in a more public setting. It adds so much excitement to it all with the possibility of being caught. Yes, you’re on a more secluded beach, but knowing that you’re outside, in the open…it's really doing things to the two of you. 

As you continue to slowly grind on top of him, Sam smiles and says, “Mmm come on, baby, give me a kiss.” You smile, leaning down to kiss him as he keeps his hands steady on your hips. Your lips and bodies are moving slowly together, both of you growing more and more ready for each other. 

But then you pull away from him, moving to now be situated on your knees between his legs. You could clearly see how hard he was, so you began to palm him through his shorts…causing him to inhale sharply at the contact. A smile comes to his face as he says, “Oh angel, you beat me to it. I was about to flip you over and give something else a kiss,” causing you to smile as your fingertips found the string on his swim trunks. 

You looked up at him, asking for permission to remove his bathing suit. He looked at you with a smile and nodded his head, “Mm go ahead, baby. You can touch me if you want to.”

You untie the strings of his shorts, and the two of you now work together to get them off, freeing his hard length. You both readjusted, Sam, propping himself up on his elbows so he can watch you work your magic. You resumed your position between his legs, taking him into your hands and pumping him a few times before you took him into your mouth. 

Sam looked at you with heavy-lidded eyes and a lopsided smile as he watched your every move. You continued to swirl your tongue around his tip and suck his cock, as your hands pumped what couldn’t fit in your mouth. With every movement of yours, you grew wetter and wetter, wanting him to feel as good as possible. 

Your gentle moans drifted up from his lap and Sam groaned at the slick heat of your throat constricting around him.

"That's it, darling, take me. Take all of me," Smile on his face, and his eyes not wavering from you.

“You’re so so beautiful, Y/N," he breathed out, "Mm my pretty girl."

Covered in spit from practically slobbering all over his dick and all the more beautiful for it, you moaned at his steady stream of praise. His love for you spilled thick and heavy from his lips like the precum oozing from his tip. You couldn't get enough.

"Shiiit, such a good girl," he said, bucking his hips up into your mouth. You lick a hot, wet stripe up the underside of his cock and Sam can barely keep his legs from shaking under your touch. 

“Mmm that feels so good, baby, shit…keep…keep going, please…I’m...I'm gonna cum,” he panted. Once you feel him twitch inside of your mouth, you pull yourself off of him. You continue to pump him, and adjust so that he releases himself on your face and chest. At his climax, his eyes flutter back and his mouth opens as he lets out a low, “fuuuck.” 

Once he regulates his breathing a bit, he reaches for your hips, pulling you on top of him. Now that you’re straddling him, he grabs the towel next to him. He wets it with some water from his water bottle and begins to clean your chest and face. He cleans your chest and moves towards your face with the towel. Before he cleans off the last bit of his release, you stop him. You look him in the eyes as you bring his finger to your cheek…taking the last bit of his cum and bringing it to your mouth and sucking…causing Sam’s breath to hitch.

"God, you're so good sweetheart, so good to me. Love that perfect little mouth. Almost as much as that perfect pussy. Let me have her, baby, I need it. I need to taste you,” he replied, gently flipping you over so he was now hovering on top of you. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows as he leans in to kiss you, first kissing your forehead, then your nose, your right cheek, left cheek, and finally bringing his lips to yours. 

“Mmm, I love you so much,” Sam says looking into your eyes. He kisses your lips once more before starting to trail kisses along your cheek, jaw, neck, and chest…adding to the marks he left 15 minutes prior. His lips continued to move along your chest, to your breasts, then down your stomach…wanting to touch and kiss every part of you. Once his mouth reached your clothed heat, he pulled away, his fingertips now grazing your bathing suit bottoms. 

“May I?” he asked, smiling and cocking his eyebrow. You giggled at his facial expression and nodded in response, helping him remove your swimsuit bottoms. He was quick to toss your bottoms to the side, spreading your legs, and kissing the insides of your thighs. Sam brings his tongue to your dripping core, your back arching and mouth falling open in response. 

“Mmm, you always taste so good for me, baby. Such a sweet girl,” he says looking up at you, his hands lovingly holding you around your thighs. You sigh as he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking gently and then moving his tongue to your entrance. He licks at your dripping core as his facial hair and nose graze your swollen clit. You couldn’t help but begin to buck your hips into his face while he works masterfully at your heat, causing him to bring his right hand to rest firmly on your lower stomach, holding you in place. 

“S-Sam, oh my go-, feels so good,” you sigh. At your encouragement, he moves his mouth back to your clit and his left hand from your thigh, bringing it to your pussy, slipping a skillful finger inside of you. At the feeling, you attempt to roll your hips against him, but Sam’s hand is firm enough on your stomach that you fall back against the blanket. In response to your trying to move, he inserts another finger inside of you, thrusting them faster and curling to hit your sweet spot…all while his mouth is absolutely ruining you with each stroke of his tongue, sucking of his lips, and movement of his nose. Sam hurries his pace as you reach out to grab onto his hair, still slightly wet from swimming in the ocean. He moans at your tugging on his hair and he started to slowly grind his hard cock into the blanket in response. 

“Shit, Sam….please….I’m so fucking close, baby,” you whine as he continues to pull you closer to your orgasm.

“Cum for me, baby…cum all over my mouth and fingers,” he says as he slips in a third finger, his motions work at a much faster and harder pace. With his words and actions, you feel the knot that formed inside your stomach snap as you started to see white taking over your vision. Your body arched and you were practically convulsing at this point as you felt as if you were leaving your body. The pleasure was tearing through your body and all you could think about was the feeling of being incredibly overwhelmed and you were feeling much wetter than usual, all while Sam was moaning into your core. 

Once you came back down from your high and your vision returned, you looked down at Sam whose chest and chin were wet and his mouth hung open slightly in shock at what just happened. 

“Oh my go- did I just?” you asked, still in a bit of shock given that you didn’t think you could do what you just did. Sam looked at you with wide eyes and a surprised smile replying, “Holy shit, baby that was so hot…I need to remember exactly what I did because I’m going to need to see that again.”

Sam licked his lips and cleaned your orgasm from his fingers, moving to now hover on top of you. He brought his right hand to your cheek, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. “You…are…incredible…and…I…love…you…so…much” Sam said, kissing you between words. You lay fully on your back, your right arm reaching out to touch his cheek and your left to bring him closer to you by his waist. As you kiss, you feel Sam’s hard cock pressing against you. You break away from the kiss to ask, “Baby, can I be on top? Please…I want to ride you, Sammy.” He gave you a big smile as he laid next to you, and helped you adjust to being on top of him. He looked at you with a big smile, scanning the entirety of your body while you straddled him.

“Hmm, I think we should let the mommy milkers breathe a bit…” Sam suggested, raising his eyebrows and reaching for your bathing suit top. You laughed, assisting him with taking it off which resulted in him bringing his hands to your now exposed chest, squeezing them, and rolling over your hardened nipples with his thumbs, exclaiming, “Your breasts! Remarkable!” You once again laughed at his comment, leaning down to kiss him, both of you smiling through the kiss. 

He places his hands behind his head, trying to come off as relaxed as you lift yourself off of him slightly, and grab his painfully hard cock, gliding it through your dripping folds. His eyes roll back and he inhales sharply at the contact, trying to control himself from just grabbing your hips and thrusting into you.

Allowing you to go at your own pace, Sam waits as patiently as he can while you slowly come down on his cock. Once he filled you up, he threw his head back at the warm, wet, tight sensation surrounding him.

“Fucking hell, Y/N you’re so wet…and so tight around me…y-you’re unreal, baby,” he said, now beginning to slightly thrust himself into you. You begin to move your hips rhythmically against him, feeling him hit deep inside of you. Sam moved his right hand to your core, finding your clit with ease…circling it with the perfect amount of pressure. 

Sam started to pick up his pace thrusting upwards and you continued to work yourself on top of him. While you started out wanting to be in control, Sam knew exactly how to take control of a situation…and you were almost always willing to let that happen. Sam's thrusts became harder and deeper as he brought his left hand to now hold your hips down. 

“Oh, my g-...Yes! Right there,” you exclaim as he continues to hit your sweet spot. You can’t help but shut your eyes tightly as the familiar knot builds inside your stomach. Sam continues his work on your clit and with the hand that was on your hip, he grabs the back of your neck to pull your face to his.

“Does that feel good angel? Mmm, who’s making you feel this fucking good?” Sam whispers in your ears…his hot breath against your ear as he’s thrusting hard, fast, and deep inside of you. At this point, you’re so overwhelmed that you’re just groaning and whimpering in response, unable to form any actual words. 

“Come on, baby…Who am I? Say my name.” he demands, pounding mercilessly into your saturated pussy.

“Samuel Francis Fucking Kiszka…shit!! Oh, f-fuuuck I’m going to cum! I’m gonna-” you cry out, your vision going blurry and your legs shaking around him. Sam continues to fuck you through your orgasm, now chasing his own high while your pussy is throbbing and clenching around him. He moves his hand back to your hip, holding them down while he thrusts into you. You feel him twitching inside of you as you continue to tighten around him.

“S-shiiiiitt, you’re such a fucking good girl for me, I-I’m cumming, Y/N,” he moans out, firmly holding your hips down and thrusting so far into you, you can feel him inside of your stomach…releasing himself into you. 

You practically collapse on top of him, your chests pressed against each other, and his cock still inside of you. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he gently kisses your forehead. 

“Now that’s a hell of a way to start out our vacation,” Sam chuckles, continuing to catch his breath. 

“Yeah, it really was…I’m just glad we don’t have to all pile into the same room as your siblings anymore...I have quite a few plans for you during this trip, Sammy,” you reply, sitting up and giving him a kiss. 

“Ohhhhh you do? What kind of plans?” he questions, eyes wide and eyebrows wiggling.

“You’ll just have to wait and find out,” you reply with a wink. He pulls you in for another kiss and the two of you gather your scattered bathing suits and other belongings, heading back to the house to clean off, spend time together, and finish preparing for the rest of his family to arrive. 

Little did Y/N know, Sam had some secret plans of his own for this trip…

This is going to be one fun vacation!

To be continued…… ;)

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

making josh touch himself for you

👀 I’m more into this than I should be.

18+ only, minors dni

Warning: masturbation, body insecurity,

You watched as the love of your life looked at himself in the full length mirror of your shared bedroom. Clad in nothing but his boxer briefs, he had no idea you had woken up and were admiring him. You watched as he turned to the side and you felt your heart drop as you watched him run his hand over his belly, sucking it in. He then relaxed again and a defeated look covered his face. You had the suspicion he was getting a little insecure lately, you had noticed him wearing loser shirts and he’d ask multiple times if he looked ok before he would leave the house. If only he knew how perfect he was, you’d just have to remind him. You closed your eyes and feigned a yawn, turning his attention to you. “Oh, good morning sunshine” he said, fixing a few of his curls in the mirror. You stood up and made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind, one hand on his chest, the other on his lower stomach. “Good morning handsome” you murmured against his shoulder as you kissed him. He wrapped his hands around his back and grabbed your ass, his head lolling back on your shoulder. You were just wearing one of his shirts and a pair of panties and he loved that look on you, but this wasn’t about you, this was about him. He hummed in content as your fingers traced lightly over his happy trail, and you could see him starting to get hard through his briefs. “Hey baby,” you said quietly, “can you do something for me?” You asked between kisses to his shoulder and neck, “anything” he rasped in that morning voice you loved so much. “I want you to touch yourself, and I’m going to stay right here, and I’m going to watch.” He lifted his head from its place on your shoulder and met your gaze in the mirror. His cheeks had turned pink at your request and he looked at you for a moment before answering, “You..just want to watch me?” he questioned, but he was already palming himself subtly through his boxers. “Mhm, is that ok?” You asked as you hooked your thumbs in his waistband. He nodded and you slid them down his legs and let them fall to the floor. You backed away, pulling your shirt over your head leaving yourself in just your panties.

His eyes stayed on you in the mirror and his hand went to start slowly stroking his cock. You walked around him slowly, running your finger along his jawline as you looked him up and down, he took notice of your eyes lingering on his hand, “you like watching me baby?” He asked, fully aware the answer was yes, but you were more than willing to indulge him. “I do, I love looking at you in general, but when you’re like this, lips slightly parted” you ran your thumb over his bottom lip, “cheeks flushed” a peck to his cheek, “I love it even more.” He was preening under the praise, but you wanted to give him more. “You want to know some of my favorite parts?” You raked your nails up and down his thighs as you waited for his answer, “please?” He said, hand now moving faster on his cock, his chest rising and falling faster along with it. “Hmm where do I start?” You teased as he waited in suspense, the corner of his mouth twitching up at your antics, “This little spot right here?” You sucked a spot on his neck and he moaned, “uh huh,” he breathed out, “oooh and these,” you ran your tongue over his nipple before taking it between your teeth cause him to hiss at the sensation, you grinned up at him but he was looking completely fucked out, telling you he was getting close, “Dont get me started on how much I adore this” you licked a stripe up his soft stomach, “what else?” He choked out, “well, my personal favorite,” you sunk to your knees in front of him, “is your pretty cock.” He let out another breathy moan as you kissed the tip before settling back onto your ankles, “Can you cum for me Josh? Can you cum for me with your pretty cock?” He nodded eagerly, groaning as he came on your bare chest. As he came down from his high that tired smile you love so much painted his face as he admired his work. He reached down and helped you to your feet, pulling you into him for a deep kiss, holding you tight like he was afraid you would slip away, “Thank you baby,” he whispered as his forehead leaned against yours. You simple kissed him again and then took his hand and led him to the bathroom for a hot shower.

[loveinkfanfics]

Hiiiyyiiiieeeee!!! Here's a lil peek at a different Juice fic..."Burro".

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Moni looked him over. “I heard you got a burro of your own. Why couldn’t they do it?”

Now it was Jax’s turn to raise his eyebrows in a question.

“A tech guy," she explained.

Jax nodded but didn't answer her question. “Juice," he called out over his shoulder.

Moni watched as the guy with the head tattoos stepped forward. She let her eyes flick over him for a millisecond. The zip-up hoodie and cut didn’t quite hide the thickness of his build. 

This is more like it. A slow smile blossomed on her face, “Juice, huh?”

Juice straightened his shoulders, unconsciously flexing, deepening the frown he already wore. “Yeah.”

Moni looked amused if anything. “Okay then.” Looking past him, she addressed Jax. “Is payment going to be an issue? Normally it’s up front.”

“No,” T.O. spoke up and glanced at Jax, “It’s already been discussed.”

Taking the envelope T.O. offered, she let its weight settle in her hand. “Well, this is gonna take a minute, gentlemen. You staying?”

Jax turned and looked at the rest of his crew. Tig shrugged nodding yes and Jax turned back to her, "Stayin' darlin'."

Moni's nostrils flared at the false endearment. Puting a hand on her hip, she took on a sharper tone than she had been speaking with. “Okay, then. You're welcome to anything in the fridge and those cabinets there. And I’m all for day drinking but gentlemen…this is my house. Respect my shit.”

Tig smiled wide, “We’re house broken, sweetheart.”

Moni let out a sigh. “Why don’t I believe you?”

Her smooth voice returned when she addressed her new partner in crime. “C’mon, Juice. Let’s go play.”

With a grin, she grabbed his wrist and tugged him along. Juice looked over his shoulder at the rest of them confused as hell, disappearing behind the red door. After a beat of silence, T.O. burst out laughing. “Your boy, man.” Chuckles all around, relieved the tension. “You see his face?”

Happy snorted, “Looked scared to death.”

Chibs chuckled, “She’s gonna eat ‘im alive.”

“I wish I could say she’s harmless.” T.O. deadpanned. “But far as I know, she don’t fuck with clubs.”

“You mean she turned you down,” Tig cracked, opening the refrigerator and passing out beers.

“Fuck you,” T.O. spat before taking a long pull from his bottle.

“Hard pass, brother!” Tig tossed back without so much as pulling his head from the fridge.

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I just love pics of him looking smart.😜 Hope you're having a lovely Sunday!💜🥰💜

OOOH YASSSS GIRL!!! I love a cute and confused Juice!! 🤭🥰 Can’t WAIT to read more of this one!!!

Also a HUGE fan of smart looking Juice with all them rings…also a profile shot 🔥🔥🔥