#sorry for all the blurbs recently i’m TIRED

[angelzai]

REID DO U THINK ANY OF THE BSD CHARACTERS WOULD BE INTO TAKING PICS/FILMING WHEN HAVING SEX?! i can honestly see dazai and nikolai being super into smth like that

ugh anon i have a few older thirsts i need to respond to but this one caught my eye so quick…… just thinkin about bsd boys who wanna fuck you on camera

NIKOLAI, whose erratic eyes would constantly flick back and forth between where he’s splitting you open and where it’s happening on his screen. . .he’s pretty much already making plans in his mind to fuck himself tomorrow while you’re at work to the pretty video he’s taking of you right now, moaning and whining and squelching on his dick with your fingers gripping your knees as you keep yourself spread open for him <3

CHUUYA, who comes home late and disgruntled from all the naughty pictures you’ve been sending him all day. . .you like being on camera so much, huh? let’s make a movie then! he sets up his phone camera and orders you on all fours on the bed where he eats you out from behind before fucking you with his hand clamped over your mouth—can’t make too much noise, he’s gonna have to refer back to this video on long work days and you wouldn’t want him to get caught, would you?

TACHIHARA, who you get riled up so easily. something as simple as taking a mirror selfie before going out will have his mind drifting—you look so sexy, he can’t help he’s so turned on by you all the time! within minutes you’re bent over the bathroom counter, gasping, your phone in one of his hands panning between your fucked-out face in the mirror and your jiggling ass while the other squeezes your waist. . .now you look and sound pretty, how could he resist catching it on cam?

and DAZAI, who will sit at his desk in the agency and remember those pictures he took last night—the ones where his fingers were in your mouth, your eyes rolled back while he was fucking you slow and deep—yeah, he’ll flick through them with his chin in his palm, a dreamy smile on his face, and nothing but hearts and stars in his eyes. he texts you a couple before messaging you, “can’t wait to make you choke on my cock tonight” because he knows it’ll make the prettiest pictures <3

[rafeysdoll]

im the prev anon !! i recently had a stressful n overwhelming day, how do u think rafe would help u relax n feel better ?? (°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

could be fluffy or spicy hehe also ur writing is sososo lovely i luv how u write ur dialogues !

oh :(( i’m so sorry i hope u feel better. and thank you so much for your support lovely!! makes me feel real happy. i hope u like this blurb <3 i would love to hear more of ur requests

“it’s alright, just let it out.” rafe whispers in your ear, kissing your temple. “gonna be okay, ‘m right here baby.” he reassures, big hands wrapped around your waist. “just.. just can’t do it, i.. im stressed!” you cry, big globs of tears ruining your blush and mascara. “‘nd i’m tired, hate it so much.” you sniffle, watery snot wanting to drip down.

the pretty eyes he loved so much stare at him pitifully, seeking guidance. “i know baby, daddy knows. had such a hard day, didn’t you?” he sympathizes.

it was rare— but he really could be nice when he wanted to be.

you whimper, taking in a deep breath. “i don’t know what to do.” you mewl, bottom lip wobbling.

“and- and you don’t have to, alright? gonna take care of you, don’t gotta worry about anything. ‘m here for you.” he promises, locking both your lips together in a kiss.

and he does keep his promise ultimately, making sure your brain gets some ease from all the things that drain you— taking care of you the best way he knows how.

“feel better already don’t you baby?” he prompts through gritted teeth, your body practically melting underneath him. legs pryed open— each on either side of his waist, reaching all the spots he knows will relax you. once glossy eyes now rolling back as you moan and whine. “yes, so much better daddy.”

he makes sure that the only thing you remember about your stressful day is you creaming all over his cock.

[onlygrapejuice]

Hey can i request a quick blurb of dadrry x baby boy! maybe something where baby boy is jealous of harry giving the reader any time of lovin and they both start fighting for the readers attention… thank you <3

A/N: I’m finally back! I’ve been quite busy lately and I finally got my old, rather beaten up laptop replaced so I can finally write properly. I’m quite sad that I didn’t get some pieces out before tour ended, but the last few shows have given me heaps of inspiration, so stay tuned. I’m not entirely sure I like this piece and I feel a little rusty, but hey, it’s just good to be back

This request was a great way to get back into things and I’m so sorry it took a while to complete! It doesn’t perfectly follow your request but I hope you’ll still enjoy it and feel free to leave (helpful, not mean) feedback

Warnings: Should be none, there is a tiny bit of insecure Harry, but it’s mostly fluff

Word count: 1150

You know Harry is feeling stressed when the first thing he does when walking in the door is to march straight for you, grabby hands out, practically begging for a hug. He looks tired, his face far more pale than usual and concern curls in your gut. He’s been working extra hard lately, in hopes that he can get things out of the way so he can spend time with you and your baby boy. He’d admitted to you recently that he hardly feels like a parent, and it feels like he leaves you to do most of the work while he works all day. You’ve reassured him many times that it didn't feel that way and that he was simply a busy man, but to no avail. And now, he looked too tired to be able to spend much time with either of you anyway.

You were quick to curl him into your arms, tucking his face into the crook of your neck as he hums tiredly. “Missed you.” He’s gone slightly limp in your grip as he slurs out the words and you hide your smile in his messy curls, scratching lightly at his scalp with a free hand, Harry practically purring in your hold. “You saw me this morning.” He whines slightly, pulling back to glower at you playfully, but the effect is slightly lost as he yawns suddenly. “And that's-” He yawns again, shoulders slumping. “Too long.” You give him a fond look as he blinks back at you tiredly, and you're about to coax him upstairs and into a warm bath when a cry breaks the air. In an instant, Harry looks wide awake and panicked, mildly startled at the noise. You’re quick to reassure him as you begin to hurry to the stairs, another wail from your baby boy breaking through the air. “He’ll just be waking from his nap, love. No need to panic.” Harry huffs good-naturedly behind you on the stairs, muttering softly under his breath. “Little bugger knew I got home and didn't want to share his Mumma.” You scoff, glancing over your shoulder as you reach the top of the stairs, Harry sniggering behind you. “He’s a baby Harry.”

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You’re starting to think that Harry is on to something about your baby boy not wanting to share you. Yesterday he practically shrieked when Harry tried to cuddle up to you on the couch while you rocked him in your arms. And the day before that, he had whined loudly and squirmed when you tried to settle him down in his dad’s hold. But Harry had been quick to lift him up and blow raspberries on his tummy and that had seemed to placate him, at least for a little while. But you were certainly more aware of your two boys’ apparent competition for your attention. Which brings you to this moment, outside on an uncharacteristically sunny London day.

Harry had insisted on taking him for a little while so you could get some time to enjoy the lovely day since they had been so few and far between lately. You’d been quick to agree, knowing that Harry was anxious that he wasn't spending enough time with your bubba and that it felt like he hadn’t been a proper dad in ages. That simply wasn't true, but you knew some Daddy - son bonding time would make both of them happy, and maybe they wouldn't be competing so much for your attention once your baby boy spent some time with his dad and remembered that he loved him just as much as you did. And you supposed you were looking forward to some sunshine and ‘me time’ as well.

You were snoozing lightly in the sunshine, skin drying after a rather relaxing dip in the pool when Harry padded outside, bubba strapped to his chest. You were sprawled across a sun lounger on your back, eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses and clad only in your swimsuit. Harry smiled softly at how relaxed you looked as he wandered closer and he hoped you weren't too annoyed by his intrusion. Your baby boy gurgled happily at the sight of you as Harry sat down on the sun lounger next to yours, running a large hand up your thigh to rouse you. You jerked slightly before pushing your sunglasses back and smiling up at him. “Hello, you two.” He grinned, moving his hand to brush some rouge strands of hair from your face as you cooed at the beaming baby strapped to his chest. “Are you enjoying spending time with your Daddy? Hmmm? Having fun? I think you are.” Your baby boy simply gurgled back at you in response, but he was doing his ‘happy wiggles’ which told you enough about his mood.

“I think he’s just happy to see you.” You glance up at Harry in surprise, his slightly teasing words hiding an undertone of insecurity. “Hey, *hey*.” You quickly cup his face in your hand as he tries to avoid eye contact, suddenly looking nervous. “He loves you just as much as he loves me, you know that. I mean, sure, he certainly makes a lot of noise and smiles when he sees me, but I'm pretty sure he’s thinking about the fact I’ll feed him soon more than anything else.” That makes Harry crack a weak smile and you brush your thumb over his cheekbone with fondness before shifting to sit up and face him. “You, Harry Styles, are a wonderful father. Yes, you have a less-than-conventional job that can make things a little difficult, but we make things work. And you plan everything meticulously so that you can get the most time with the both of us as possible. You support me so much and I swear, you are the only person that can get him to settle when he’s teething. I don't know what I’d do without you.” His smile turns a little watery then and you coo at him, hands cupping his face and fingers quickly brushing away his tears. You lean him to press a short, but no less loving, kiss on his lips, pulling back when a squeal erupts from between the both of you. But your baby boy doesn't look outraged at the display of affection, unlike how he’s acted over the past few days, he's gurgling and cooing happily up at the two of you. Harry grins down at him, bopping him quickly on the end of his nose, sending him into fits of giggles. “Oh, now you’re letting me love on your Mummy. Just wanted to stress out your poor old dad, didn't you, you little monkey.” He bursts into fits of giggles again as Harry begins to tickle his sides gently. You smile warmly at the scene in front of you, forever grateful for your little family of three.

[jeannineee]

Umbra et Ventus

Azriel x Reader

a/n: so I recently wrote a little thing called ‘Devotion,’ and I loved it so much that I wanted to make a mini-fic somewhat based on it.

So, reader is half-fae, from the Continent. She was enslaved during her time there, but managed to escape (we’ll learn how eventually 😉). She’s currently a refugee in Velaris, working alongside Madja as a healer. This fic is a bit of a slowburn, so bear with me.

Also, requests are open for headcanons, and short blurbs/drabbles, but I will be prioritizing this fic!! Love you guys!

PART TWO

warnings: canon-typical themes, allusions to PTSD. Emetophobia warning also at the beginning!!

Sweat dribbled down your face, coated your palms as you hugged the rim of the toilet. Your body shook with the force it took to hurl the contents of your stomach. You stayed there, heaving, for what felt like hours.

Your exhaustion became so rampant that you couldn’t even drag yourself to bed. You laid on the bathroom floor, sighing in relief as the cold tiles embraced your clammy skin.

As sleep beckoned you once again, you prayed that you might be free of nightmares, this time.

~~~~~~~~~

The sound of banging on your door roused you from your short-lived sleep. You pulled yourself off of the floor, hurriedly readying yourself for the day, before answering to a very obviously annoyed Madja.

“You were supposed to be at the infirmary an hour ago,” Madja said by way of greeting, before shoving her way into your tiny apartment, heading straight into your kitchen.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, voice hoarse. “I’ll be on time tomorrow.”

Madja gave you a once-over, before returning her attention to the tea she was already preparing. “I’ll bring you a different tea tonight, to help with the sleep. And the nightmares.”

You blinked. How could she know?

As though she could read your mind, Madja said, “There are dark circles around your eyes, and you’re the most tired female I’ve ever met.” She poured the grey-ish tea into a mug, passing it to you. “How long have you been having the nightmares?”

You sipped the tea, grimacing slightly at the leafy taste. “I can’t recall a time I didn’t have them,” you replied, hating the truth to the statement. “But they’ve been worse since…”

“Since you escaped,” Madja finished your sentence, matter-of-fact.

Madja was one of the first people you came across, when your ship docked in Velaris. She, alongside countless other healers, examined every single refugee that sought haven in the Court of Dreams. You weren’t sure why, but before she’d even cleared you to leave, she offered you a position at the Infirmary. For the last six weeks, you’d spent your days training under her.

You cleared your throat, finally confirming her words. “Yes. They’ve worsened since I escaped.”

Madja nodded. “As I said, the tea I’ll bring you tonight should help. Though you may need to consider other methods.”

“Such as?”

“Talking about your experiences.”

You shook your head, setting the tea aside. “I don’t see how talking about—“

“Y/n, you know as well as I do, healing the mental wounds that a traumatic experience leaves is just as important as healing the physical wounds.”

When you didn’t argue, Madja continued, “You’ve been in Velaris for well over a month, and the only people you’ve spoken to besides me are the other trainees at the Infirmary, and even then, communication is minimal.

“You’re beautiful. You’re young. You need to make friends; create a support system. In fact, I have a friend that holds classes for painting. She’d love to have you. Perhaps you’ll find a friend there.”

“I’m terrible at painting,” you muttered, sipping at your tea.

Madja gave you a look that said it wasn’t up for debate. “You’re attending that class,” she said, walking away long enough to find parchment and a pen. She jotted down what looked to be an address, before passing it to you. “Take today off. The class starts in an hour. She’ll have all the supplies you need.”

~~~~~~~~~

Rain pelted your umbrella as you made your way through the artist’s quarter. People milled about, admiring paintings and pottery and sculptures through glass windows.

As you stood outside of the studio Madja sent you to, you debated going home. As if in response, thunder boomed overhead. Deciding that you didn’t want the Mother to strike you down, you closed your umbrella, holding your breath as you entered.

Oh. This wasn’t so bad.

The studio was small, and cozy. Paint-splattered easels lined the room, in three rows of five. Much to your dismay, the only open easel was at the front of the room.

Directly across from the instructor.

You silently made your way to the front of the room, taking your seat.

“Hello,” the instructor said to you, smiling gently. “I’m Feyre.”

“Y/n,” you replied, returning her smile.

“We were just getting started. We’re working on the basics, today: color theory, textures, value, perception.”

You politely nodded along like you understood, grabbing the same brushes as she did. Within a couple of hours, you had a piss-poor excuse of a mountain range painted. You didn’t dare look at anyone else’s.

As everyone began filing out of the studio, your mind swam with the words ‘I told you so.’ You were almost excited to say those same words to Madja, until Feyre tapped your shoulder.

“Good work today, y/n.”

“Thank you.”

Feyre smiled warmly. “I was told by Madja that you’re new to Velaris?”

Of course Madja told her.

“I am.” Your tone was a bit short, but Feyre didn’t seem at all fazed.

“Well, I would love to show you around, sometime. There’s this really good restaurant down by the Sidra that my friends and I go to often. A few of us are going there this evening, actually, if you want to join?”

No, immediately rang through your mind, but your mouth betrayed you.

“Sure. That sounds nice.”

Feyre grinned, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate it.

~~~~~~~~~

When Feyre had mentioned a “few” friends, you’d been expecting two, maybe three.

You certainly weren’t expecting two abnormally tall Illyrians, a short female who personified the saying “If looks could kill,” a bubbly blonde female who introduced herself as Mor, and Feyre’s mate—the High Lord of the Night Court.

Somehow, in her infinite wisdom, Madja had conveniently forgotten to mention that the woman instructing your painting classes was High Lady.

“So, y/n,” Rhysand drawled, hand interlocked with Feyre’s, “Feyre says you’re a rather skilled painter.”

“Feyre is being generous,” you replied, sipping your wine.

Feyre rolled her eyes. “You might not see it, y/n, but you have a lot of potential.”

“And that, at least, puts you a step above Cassian,” Mor cut in, shooting you a wink.

“A newborn would have better painting skills than Cassian,” the short one—Amren, added.

Cassian, the larger of the two Illyrians, placed a hand over his chest, feigning offense. “Rude,” he said, before turning his attention to you. “You came from the Continent?”

You nodded. “From Vallahan.”

“What did you do there?”

Rhys shot Cassian a subtle warning look, but you still noticed it. You gave Cassian a pained smile. Might as well rip the bandage off.

“I was enslaved.”

All of their eyes were on you, and you silently cursed yourself, praying that you would simply sink into your cushioned chair and never return.

Even the male with the shadows—Azriel—showed a hint of surprise at your reveal. Cassian looked just as embarrassed as you, and the look Rhys was giving him now would’ve sent lesser males running.

Fortunately, Mor cut in. “I’m glad you’re here now. Madja says you’re one of her best students, and we could always use more healers, especially with the influx of refugees Velaris has been receiving.”

You cleared your throat, taking a long sip of your wine. “Madja has been an excellent teacher.”

“Madja also says you have…abilities?” Amren asked, studying you like a predator does its prey.

What didn’t Madja tell them?

“I do. But it’s…dormant. I haven’t been able to access my magic since I was a child,” you explained, suddenly feeling exposed under Amren’s gaze.

“I can smell it on you,” Amren said, her silver eyes raking over you. “There’s power in your blood, girl.”

Your eyes met Amren’s then, part of you recoiling, another part of you curious. Power?

Rhysand cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for my families’ invasiveness, y/n. It seems they have no manners.”

You smiled, though it didn’t quite meet your eyes. “It’s alright. I expected a lot of questions.”

“They did the same to me, if it makes you feel any better,” Feyre said.

It didn’t, but at least the rest of the dinner went by rather smoothly. Rhys paid the bill, offering another apology before leaving alongside Mor, Cassian, and Azriel.

“I hope we didn’t offend you with all of the questions,” Feyre told you as she walked you back to your apartment.

“You didn’t. I’m just not used to it. Honestly, I haven’t spent much time around people since I arrived,” you said, before adding with a nervous laugh, “That’s a bit embarrassing to admit.”

Feyre shook her head. “I’ve been there. Nothing embarrassing about it,” she said, glancing up at the starry sky. “I hope you know that we’re friends now.”

You arched a brow. “After one dinner?”

Feyre laughed. “Absolutely. Someone has to help me deal with my family. And you need someone to teach you how to paint something better than blobs.”

You joined in on her laughter. “I knew you were just being overly-nice about my painting!”

The laughter died down as the two of you stood on your front porch. Feyre smiled. “If you want to, we’re going out to Rita’s, tomorrow night. Just drinks and dancing.”

“I don’t have a dress.”

Feyre’s smile turned into a grin. “Good. We’ll go shopping in the morning.” She pulled you in for a hug before you had time to react. “I’ll be here at ten,” was all Feyre said before winnowing away.

~~~~~~

You settled into bed for the night after finishing the new tea Madja had dropped off. It tasted almost as bad as the one you drank that morning.

You thought of what Amren had said at dinner.

There’s power in your blood.

What did she mean?

And then you thought of the unrealistically attractive males—Azriel and Cassian. Azriel had barely said a word. Odd. Perhaps you’d be able to speak to him tomorrow night.

[chrisevansonly]

This might be too long of an idea for a blurb but I still thought I would send it because why not. But obviously if you can’t write it, it’s totally ok. So I got this idea because of your recent confession about becoming a Max fan (love him!). What about reader becoming the stepmom of one of the boys kids from a previous relationship. Or it can already be an established relationship as a stepmom. I think it would be really sweet. This can be for any boy that feels right to you.

a bit longer than a blurb but here we go, I hope you enjoy<3

Tonight was the big night, well big for you and of course your boyfriend Max because you were finally meeting his son James for the first time. Now technically you had met him before over facetime, the little boy very adamant on having you over to play with his expansive toy car collections. You were nervous, of course you were, this was a big deal for you because you loved Max and saw a future with him, just as he saw one too. 

Waiting anxiously at the front door to Max’s home, you held a container in your hands filled with white chocolate cookies, James’s favourite. You hadn’t rung the doorbell yet, trying to gather your thoughts and collecting yourself before you moved even an inch from your spot. 

“Baby?”

Looking up you spotted Max, a worried smile on his face as he looked at you, almost scanning your eyes to figure out what was going through your head 

“Hi love, um sorry I was totally going to ring the bell just now”

“Oh really? You weren’t standing out here paralyzed with nerves?”

Letting out a small laugh you shook your head 

“Me? Nervous? Of course not”

“It’s okay to be nervous baby…”

“Alright alright, I’m nervous okay..this is a big deal…what if James doesn’t like me?”

Max brought you in for a hug, kissing your forehead 

“He is going to love you baby, he’s been patiently waiting for you to come over and play cars…now are you ready?”

Once you took a breath you nodded and Max pulled you inside before shutting the door, looking towards his little boy, who really did look like Max’s twin 

“Raad eens wie hier is James?” (guess who’s here)

The 6 year old looked over and once he spotted you he smiled widely, getting up and coming over 

“Y/N!!!!”

You couldn’t lie and say the sound of his excitement didn’t fill your heart with butterflies, his arms wrapping around your legs as he smiled up at you 

“Hi James! It’s nice to meet you finally”

“Oh are those cookies?!” he inquired softly, pointing up at the container as Max just smiled

“They are, I made your favourite!”

“Thank you!”

James stepped back to let you take your coat off and hand the cookies to his father, tugging on your hand to bring you over to his play area. 

“Wow, look at all your cars!”

He nodded, picking out a few to show you, his eyes filled with elation and joy as he watched you admire his toys. Max took a seat beside you as he joined the two of you on the floor, nothing could make him happier in this moment seeing his boy feel comfortable with the woman who stole his heart. 

“Good job Papa!”

James exclaimed, Max looking at him confused 

“Good job for what liefje”

“Picking Y/N”

Upon hearing this you couldn’t help but pout a little bit, even if you hadn’t known James for long he was the sweetest little boy, and you were already looking forward to your future with the two of them.

“Yeah, I  did do a pretty good job didn’t I”

Looking at Max you smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You did indeed.”

Nothing else needed to be said between the two of you, turning your focuses onto James as he began to line his cars up and explain everything he knew, he wanted you to remember the colours, engine sizes, tires, all of it. 

You were pretty sure at this point, you’d do anything he’d ask you to.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Except Me ~S16!Emily Prentiss xFem Reader

Inspired by @captainchilly ‘s post. Felt like this needed a blurb/fic of Emily finally getting fucked after the events of Season 16. With a cameo of S16 Spencer Reid!

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, pet names, smut, eating out, fingering, age gap (all legal), sex, etc.

Enjoy (;

It had been a week since the Sicarius case had closed, and Emily still couldn’t get a wink of sleep.

She was restless. Too restless.

There was so much unknown in the balance… What exactly was going to happen with Lee Duval? What was Gold Star? How were Doug, the Atorney General, and Tara’s ex connected to it?

In light of all this, Emily decided she would go visit one of her oldest and most trusted friends from the BAU— Spencer.

It was restless, too quiet Tuesday when Emily was making her way to the university Spencer was currently lecturing at.

Being a professor fit Spencer well; he had found more community and even a girlfriend. Emily was truly happy for him. But she also missed seeing his hope filled face and being around his information stuffed mind.

She sighed, exiting her parked car, and making her way to the lecture hall in which Spencer was just about finishing his 8am lecture on behavior.

Emily silently entered the classroom and waited patiently in the corner for Spencer to wrap up. He looked like he was truly in his element, Emily thought as she watched him talk.

Spencer noticed Emily the second she had entered the hall. He had sent her a warm smile as he continued to teach, followed by a look of concern washing over his face.

Eventually, Spencer wrapped up and dismissed the class, and the students all exited the lecture hall.

Emily made her way over to Spencer, “Hey Reid. How’s teaching treating you?”

“Hey Em, really good, thanks. How are you, I heard about your recent, more difficult case?” Reid responded, voice laced with concern and care.

As the two caught up, Spencer led Emily into his office for more privacy. They both sat down.

Emily sighed in defeat, “So yeah… and now where trying to figure out what this gold star is…”

“Emily, have you been sleeping?” Spencer interrupted Emily’s finishing conclusions on the case.

“Uh… I’m trying. It’s hard. Why?”

They both knew why…

There was silence in the room between the two old friends for a while.

“I… have a suggestion…” Spencer hesitated.

“Yes?” Emily asked, her features perking up at the sound of Spencer’s mind working out some sort of possible solution.

“When’s the last time you got laid, Emily?”

“I’m sorry?” Emily chocked on her own air.

“It.. it might be beneficial…” Spencer went right back to his younger, stuttering self, trying to explain himself, which made Emily’s heart melt.

He cleared his throat, “It might be beneficial for you. Sex is often shown to help with stress relief and insomnia.”

Emily scoffed.

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” She said while rubbing her temples.

“I may have someone.” Spencer offered.

“What?” Emily asked, not fully registering what Spencer was saying.

“A colleague of mine, a professor L/N, has her own set of obstacles, but the point is that she could benefit from having sex as well.”

Emily was flabbergasted.

“Spencer… You do know that just because we’re both not straight, does not mean we will immediately like each other right?” She skeptically questioned her friend.

“No, no, I know. But, will you just meet her? Her office is room 116.”

“Spencer, you amaze me sometimes…” Emily sighed in defeat, “But sure, if it will satisfy you, I will go talk to your colleague.”

Spencer had a grin plastered on his face at her words.

As Emily walked out to go find you in room 116, Spencer called out, “You can thank me later!”

Emily huffed as she made her way through the campus to your office.

Spencer wasn’t wrong though… She desperately needed to get laid…

But she was tired. She didn’t want to go deal with a rejection from a stranger. Especially right now.

Eventually, Emily found your office. She knocked at the door.

“Come in!” You called, while grading your seemingly never ending stacks of papers.

Emily heard your words, opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door behind her.

“Hello, How can I help you?” You asked the stranger in your office, setting your grading pen down for the moment.

“I’m Emily Prentiss, Dr. Reid’s friends.” Emily introduced herself, shaking your hand.

Your face lit up at her words, “Oh yes! I’m Y/N. Spencer has told me a good deal about his old team at the BAU. Please, do sit, although I don’t know exactly what I can do for you.”

Emily smiled at your kindness.

You both sat, and she began, “This is going to sound weird, but…” Emily took a deep breath, damn she hadn’t been this nervous in years… why was she this nervous…?

“But Spencer asked me to come down her and see you.”

“Oh is that so? And why might that be?” You asked, skeptical of what Spencer was pulling this time.

“He thinks… he thinks both of us need to get laid… and that we could help each other with our mutually respective dilemmas.” Emily tried to explain in, in the most understandable way, but she was being distracted by the butterflies in her stomach and the wetness pooling in her panties…

“He wants us to fuck?” You bluntly asked.

Oh, Emily was done for once you uttered those words…

“Yes.” She managed to respond with a even voice, even though her legs were clenching uncontrollably…

“Hmmmm…” you mused, taking in the woman in front you, you had to admit… Spencer taste for you was spot on…

“And what do you think? What do you want, Emily?” You asked the older, seasoned woman.

God, she wanted to hear her name in your mouth again…

“I think your quite young…” Emily responded with a slight strain to her voice.

“Hmmmm, does that bother you?”

“Not if it doesn’t bother you…” she whispered, her eyes clouding over with need.

“It doesn’t…” you immediately, lightly spoke back.

“Well in that case…” Emily began, but was interrupted as you got up from your chair.

You went over to the door, and for a second Emily panicked thinking you were leaving, but then she heard the lock click.

You then walked back and over to where Emily was sitting, scooting her chair to face you and not the desk.

“What were you saying…?” You whispered, looming over Emily, your eyes darkened with desperation.

“Doesn’t matter...” Emily whispered, grabbing your blouse and crashing her lips into yours. She pulled you into her lap, as her tongue explored your mouth.

You moaned in response, straddling her on the chair.

Emily grabbed a fist of your hair and pressed your lips into her hers even harder, eliciting whimpers from both of you.

Both of your hips grinded into the other in desperate need of some sort of friction.

You pulled away first from the kiss, quickly knelt down on the ground, and hurriedly began undoing her pants.

Emily realized what you were doing and moaned at the thought, quickly helping you to remove her pants.

You tore off her soaked panties and spread her legs across the chair legs.

“Please, god… fuck me…” Emily pleaded, grabbing your hair again and thrusting her soaked cunt to meet your face.

You happily complied to her request, diving into her pussy, lapping up her wetness and exploring her folds.

Emily moaned and mewled in delight.

You skillfully tongued through her folds, drawing out lewd moans which went straight to your own core.

And soon enough you felt Emily’s walls clenched around your tongue as she screamed out in pleasure.

You looked up after lapping up all of her juices to find a panting, sex fogged goddess.

You moaned at the sight.

Emily met your desperate eyes.

“Get on the desk, will ya love?” She lustfully moaned.

You quickly got up, sitting your ass on the edge of your desk.

Emily got up from her chair, legs a bit wobbly which you cheekily grinned at.

“Oh don’t worry Baby. You’ll be the one who can’t walk at the end of this…” Emily taunted at your cheeky grin towards her legs.

You gulped.

She grabbed your knees and guided your legs open for her access.

“I love your outfit, but it would look so much better on the floor, don’t ya think?” Emily purred.

You bit your lip and eagerly nodded, desperately removing all of your clothing.

Emily watched you, her mouth salivating at the sight of you.

You sat back on the edge of the desk, legs wide open for her access.

Emily hummed in delight.

She then kneeled on the floor, never losing eye contact as she licked a strip of your folds, causing you to shutter and let out a whimper.

“Please… no teasing…” you begged, bucking your hips up to meet her face.

Emily grinned at your begging, and complied with your request.

She just went straight into your pussy, tongue fucking your aching cunt relentlessly.

You grabbed and tugged her hair which only seemed to spur Emily on even more.

“Oh God!” You cried out, feeling yourself climbing to the edge of your high.

Emily couple sense your fluttering walls and how close you were. She added her thumb to your clit, and you were done for…

You came on her tongue, crying out her name, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

You panted heavily and whinced as Emily cleaned your sensitive cunt up with her tongue.

She came up to your eye level with a mischievous little grin and a face full of cum to match yours.

Her lips crashed into yours once more. It’s was intoxicating, your taste mixing with hers.

Eventually, you both pulled away breathless.

“Damn.” Emily exclaimed, “We should do that again sometime.”

You chuckled at her comment and nodded, too speechless to form any words.

[mooshywrites]

Could I request headcanons of gn s/o in a poly! relationship with Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor where they're quietly asking Rolan & Zevlor to save them from Dammon's strong grip when they see them? Dammon had a lot of requests while s/o was busy helping others so both of them were so exhausted that they fell asleep together after talking. They woke up & tried to slip out but failed XD

Adorable. So so SWEET. I’m putting in blurb, I hope that’s okay!

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Masterlist

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It would’ve been days since you and Dammon had a break at the shop. You had recently set up an apothecary alongside the Tiefling’s blacksmith shop, excited to be working closer to Dammon. This meant you could spend more time together. Throughout the days, Rolan and Zevlor would also visit the two of you, bringing flowers or a baked surprise. Lately, though, the shops were almost to busy to eat dinner, let alone spend time with your other two men.

As you looked across your stall to see Dammon, pity rose in your chest. He looked as exhausted as you felt, black soot smudged across his forehead as he sharpened the latest commissioned blade. You had just finished your own work, finally nailing the potion your last customer asked for. You gave it to them with a smile, flipping your ‘Open for business sign’ happily.

You wiped your hands against your apron, walking the short distance to Dammon’s blacksmith. “Almost done?” You called out.

Dammon lifted his head with a smile, nodding, “Just finished the last of the sharpening.”

He held up the sword toward the light, carefully checking over it for any imperfections. It was nice seeing how passionate he was with his work, but you didn’t miss the dark circles under his eyes.

“Do you have any more orders after that?” You asked, getting closer to gaze at the blade. It was beautiful, swirls of grey winding through the hardened steel.

“No .” He shook his head. “After this one, I’m finally free. At least till tomorrow.” He chuckled.

You followed close behind as he sat the sword on a display before plopping down into the chair close by. He patted his lap, giving you a tired smile. You sat down carefully, not wanting to aggravated his most likely exhausted muscles.

“Sorry.” He murmured. “I’m covered in soot but I need a minute before I get ready for bed.”

“Bed?” You laughed, pointing out the window to the sun still an hour or two away from setting. “It’s still hours from time to sleep.”

Dammon poked at your sides gently, giving you a out, “With as many orders as we had, I deserve to sleep for a week.”

You shrugged, snuggling closer into his chest. “I suppose you’re right. You should’ve seen the way my last customer acted. You would’ve thought they had never been out in public. I can’t believe the nerve of some people.”

Dammon’s arms wrapped comfortably around you, leaning back to get comfortable, “I’d quite enjoy to hear about it, my love.” He sighed.

You spent the next hour chatting his ear off. You wen’t back and forth between complaining about the day, explaining customer gossip, expressing your enjoyment for the kind people that visited the shop. It took you more time than you cared to admit to hear Dammon’s soft snores. You focused back on his face, realizing he had probably been asleep for most of the time you had been talking. You chuckled and kissed his nose, resting your head against the top of a chair.

If you were going to nap, you couldn’t think of a better place to be than Dammon’s arms.

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When you eyes fluttered open, the sun had fallen below the skyline. Deep purples and reds painted the walls through the window, reflecting beautifully across all of Dammon’s projects.

Your attention flitted to the noise that had woken you up, the door swinging open softly. Rolan and Zevlor’s heads popped in, both smiling a s they met your gaze. You smiled back softly, bringing your finger to your lips before pointing back at the sleeping Tiefling holding you. The other two walked further into the room, Rolan putting his hand’s on his hips disapprovingly.

“Did Dammon forget he was supposed to come to dinner with all of us?” Rolan whisper yelled.

You shook your head softly, “He hasn’t been able to sleep we’ve been so busy. I’ll get up and we can grab something for him to eat in the morning.”

Zevlor nodded, walking forward, holding out his hand. “Here, darling, I’ll help you up.”

You took his hand and tried to stand, realizing very quickly that there was something wrong. You looked down to see Dammon’s arms still wrapped tightly around you. You tried to stand again, stifling a giggle when you realized how stiff his embrace was.

You were hopelessly stuck.

You looked back to Zevlor and Rolan pleadingly, seeing Rolan stifle back his own laugh. “I suppose working as a blacksmith all this time has made him a little too strong.”

You gave Rolan a halfhearted glare, hissing under your breath. “Don’t tease me, help me get out without waking him.” You demanded

Zevlor brought his hand to his mouth, contemplating the problem before him. “What do you think, Rolan?”

Rolan shrugged, giving you a smirk. “I think we should leave them.”

Your jaw dropped, realizing he was planning to leave you stuck in Dammon’s arms until he woke up. You suppose there were more uncomfortable places to be stuck.

“You’re not leaving me here.” You gaped.

Zevlor gave you a pity filled smile, “We can bring you back something to eat.”

You turned your glare to Zevlor, “You too?” You asked incredulously, your voice rising a note.

You felt Dammon stir under you, causing you to clamp your mouth shut and freeze. You turned to see if the Tiefling awoke and you were greeted with his eyes fluttering open. He brought up a hand to rub his eyes sleepily, releasing you from his death grip.

Rolan rolled his eyes, Zevlor smiled, and you kissed Dammon’s cheek sweetly as he tried to wake completely.

“What’s wrong? Is it time for breakfast?”

[catiuskaa]

hi katsy poo... thought long and hard about this and came up w absolutely nothing. i had to dig far into my messy notes app to find ideas and these are from all the way back in summer for context ☠️☠️

have you ever been to the beach/pool and seen a cute lifeguard yk? i was thinking maybe skz as lifeguards - this is derived from a lifeguard chan idea my friend and i were talking about <3 (i just thought - jisung giving you a smooch after saving you but playing it off as mouth-to-mouth resuscitation cause he's too shy to admit he's crushing)

excited to see where your mind takes this! cannot wait <33

BABY THAT’S ACTUALLY GENIUS!?

I can actually see it like -excited sounds-

It got me thinking! So I’m turning this into a mix of small blurbs and I'm not apologizing

I'm trying, but they're hot! —lifeguard!skz

To have a baseline, I don't think Meowracha would fit. Like. i just couldn't picture Minho or Felix in this?? (sorry if you were expecting those two!)

But, because of that, they're the besties who —after a thorough session of negotiating, and a large, strained okaaaaaaaaayy from Minho—, agree to go with you to your usual fitness center, which recently opened a swimming pool facility! (and they've hired a certain group of lifeguards... oh wow...)

(got carried out: 2k words)

"This place smells like plastic. And I can't even swim."

You rolled your eyes as Felix snickered, the three of you checking into the new building.

"Minho, there are other things aside from the pool. That's why I even invited you in the first place, like I mentioned the last seven times you started whining about the exact same thing." You let out an exaggerated huff as you smirked, shaking your head sideways.

You separated from your small group as you entered the changing rooms, and quickly put on your dark-coloured swimsuit, your towel resting on your shoulders when you got in the brand new area.

And let me tell you, it was big.

Impressed by the depth of the building, you couldn't see a couple of small-looking kids running around the swimming pool playing tag in loud, childish giggles.

"Careful!" A voice warned, but it startled you, and you jumped in your place, slipping on the wet floor.

Not one of your fanciest of moments, no.

Or so you thought, until your back didn't quite meet the floor, but instead softly crashed against a lean, warm surface.

Knowing Felix would immediately ask you if you were alright and Minho would threaten to let go in less than a second, you looked up at your saviour, and you were welcomed by a handsome rounded face, eyes small because of his heartwarming smile.

Forcing your stumbling legs up, you froze in front of him and stuttered. "T-thank you. Or... I'm sorry. Wasn't paying attention," you managed to let out, followed by a pink dust colouring your cheeks.

fuck, shit, fuck. why did he have to be hot too?!

"Totally fine!" He brushed off nonchalantly, his smile shining enthusiastically, so contagious you couldn't help but grin back.

He called over the member of staff who had warned you, his voice loud to the point were you had to restrain yourself from jumping in your place again when he screamed his name, not wanting to trip another time, and as he smiled at you and walked off to look for the problematic kids or their parents, you could read Changbin on the back of his red and white shirt, the short sleeves letting you see an extensive trail of inked lines that got lost underneath his top and swimming shorts.

what a piece of cake.

Almost in an instant, a slightly younger lifeguard approached you, not quite panting, but really close to doing so. You got flustered, not knowing exactly how to react, and just stared at him while he rested his hands on his waist, looking like he had run several marathons in less than an hour.

"I'm so sorry...! I should've stopped the kids... or warned you sooner..." He sighed, looking quite tired despite it barely being his first week.

"Don't sweat, I'm okay." You shrugged sheepishly. "Rough day?" You smiled, hoping to get one back from him.

He scoffed, amused. You celebrated silently. "More like a rough job... Uh! I mean, no! I love my job...!" You grinned, raising your eyebrows, shocked yet still unable to hold back a sheepish snicker. "Ah, shi... I mean... goddamnit, please don't tell Chan..." he muttered, defeated.

"Oh, wait, Chan?" You blinked, recognizing the nickname. "Wasn't he a trainer in the gym?"

Catching his breath, now looking less stressed, he nodded, hands still on his noticeably really slim waist, unlike the other lifeguard, who was shredded.

"He and Hyunjin were swapped around because they had more experience than other candidates for the jobs. They're both great, don't get me wrong. But Hyunjin should really stop flirting with the group of girls from the synchronized swimming class..." he huffed, then blushed. "Oh." His eyes widened, and he stared at the floor almost mortified.

"Right, eh..." You smiled, amused at his slip-ups, biting your lip softly.

Jisung blushed even more at your giggles, trying and failing to hold it back because he couldn't help but ogle at your defined and fit body from all the exercise you did, being a member of the centre for quite some time. You were a stunning stranger whose giggles were cute. Too much for his caffeine-filled, sleep-deprived self.

"Jisung. Soon-to-be-fired, lifeguard Han Jisung." He presented himself with tired eyes, the last part more for himself than for you, then covered his mouth when he realized he had said it too loud. "I shouldn't have said that...!"

You couldn't help but cackle, unable to hold back your laugh as his blush got to an even deeper shade of pink.

"I'm just... going to... eh... Jeongin is... probably looking for me..."

"Jisung-ah, fighting!" You teased, and he couldn't help but blush even more, smiling as he rushed back to his assigned area of the swimming pool building.

You realized Minho and Felix had been eavesdropping when Minho passed an arm over your shoulders and ruffled your hair, making it messy.

"Yeah, welcome back, cheater," he tsked, smirking.

You struggled to get away from his deathly grip, and Felix rolled his eyes, just laughing at you two.

"Oi, isn't that Chan?" the freckled asked, signalling somewhere else.

"I care more about that hottie who ran away a second ago." Minho scoffed, focused on his own priorities, sounding offended by the fact that he hadn't been able to talk to Jisung.

Felix waved at Chan, and happily waddled his way to him, the two already close friends.

While Minho hurried off to the sauna, Felix and you tried out the main swimming pool, at first actually swimming, but ending up just chatting playfully, Chan joining in from time to time, and then he stayed close during his break.

You got out of the pool and sat on the edge when suddenly you felt someone tickle your sides and push you, making you fall into the water.

Swimming to the surface with ease, you moved your wet hair from your eyes, hiding half down of your face under the water, looking at Chan, who was chuckling.

“Really funny, Mr. Bang.” You mumbled, faking boredom.

“It was Felix’s idea, but I gotta admit that was funny.” He kept on laughing, and that alone was cute, but because he was on a break, to avoid being called over to work, he had taken his shirt off, not feeling cold in the acclimatized environment.

And the image just looked ten times better.

“Reeeally funny.” You were nodding, as if in deep thought. “Help me out?” You smiled innocently, raising one hand towards him.

He grabbed it, but before he could pull you up, you pulled down, his body falling over yours and staying tightly against you for a second, then you smiled under the water and started laughing as soon as you both got back to the surface.

He was blushing, but also smiling cheekily.

“Fair. I deserved that.”

After a while of swimming, laughing and splashing each other, you got out of the pool leaving Felix and Chan on their own, but felt a soft sting in the back of your thigh. Probably from when you were sitting and Chan pushed you to the water, the slight bumps on the stone might've scratched your skin.

You started looking for your towel, but frowned when it wasn’t where you had left it. From the corner of your eye you saw Minho, and he smiled slyly from afar, your towel resting on his shoulders.

what a bitch.

You ran after him but were quickly stopped by yet another lifeguard.

Really, really lucky you.

You were only able to read Seungmin on the back of his shirt before he turned around and frowned, and you struggled to slow down, ending up bumping onto him.

"I'm sorry, uh, I uh..." you stammered, struggling to find an excuse.

He sighed, and deadpanned at you, in his eyes a hint of mockery that didn't reach his face, and it made you even more flustered. He pointed to a sign on the wall, who said in a big, bold font, "do not run near the pool."

"You probably can swim, but can you read, dollface?"

d-dollface?

“Y-yeah, of course I can. I forgot.” You pouted.

He smirked slightly. “You forgot how to read?”

You frowned softly at the tease, and he brushed it off with one hand.

“Where were you going that was so important for you to be running?” He questioned, the sly smirk lingering on his lips, the mockery still there.

“I wanted to go to the infirmary but my friend took my towel.” You defended yourself, but a blush crept from underneath, making your cheeks pink.

The moment you said infirmary, Seungmin’s entire body language changed. The mockery wasn’t gone, but covered by a layer of innocent worry. Cute.

“To the infirmary? Why? Did something happened?” He asked softly, and it surprised you how fast his attitude had changed.

“I just scratched myself. It’s probably nothing…”

He shook his head and smiled, almost tender. “Nonsense. Can I have a look at it?”

You blushed slightly and turned so he could look at the small scratch in the back of your thigh. The area was red, and there was small even more red lines in it, but nothing too wild.

Seungmin cleared his throat. Stay focused.

“You should still put something on it. I’ll do it. Come with me.”

Crossing from where you were with Seungmin you passed by the kids’ swimming pool, and waved at Han, and who you thought was who he had mentioned, Jeongin, struggling to take care of the kids as they all ran around, fighting with the swimming noodles as they used those like swords, and you couldn’t help but smile at the mess.

Seungmin took a small radio device from his waistband, like a black walkie-talkie. “Send Changbin to area 3. Jeongin, office, 6pm.”

The youngest-looking of all the lifeguards in the building approached you two when Seungmin told you to wait while he looked for the first-aid kit.

“Hi, as you might’ve heard, my name is Jeongin. Did you get hurt?” He said, so softly you almost cooed at him because he was so cute.

“Um, I scratched the back on my thigh, yeah.” You smiled a bit, and he smiled back reassuringly.

“I hope it doesn’t sting a lot.” He added kindly, picking up his stuff from a locker. “I would stay and help you, but I assure you that if you’re in Seungmin’s care you have nothing to worry about.” He nodded, almost to himself. “He teases everyone a lot but he’s a nice guy. I… have to go now, my shift has ended. But it was nice to meet you!”

You bid him goodbye, and Seungmin came back in no time, carrying a small bag of medical supplies and a towel. He left it on the side, and opened the bag next to you, taking a small glass bottle of spray from it.

“Could you stand and turn around, please?” He asked formally.

You couldn’t help but blush when he sprayed the medicine, the slight sting making you gasp softly, but it was more because of the position you two were in, and because he held a cotton pad underneath the scratch, brushing your thigh with his hand.

Being outside of the water for so long now, you started feeling cold, shivering softly.

“Darling, can you pass me the towel?”

You blushed almost furiosly at the nickname and did as told, and he opened it and hung it on your shoulders, as you quickly took it and tightened it around you.

“Sorry, I didn’t give it to you before.” He smiled, throwing the cotton away and going back to put the first-aid kit in its place.

It was almost 7pm when the three of you got out of the changing rooms.

“That was really fun!” Felix smiled brightly.

“It was decent. Still couldn’t talk to that cutie back there. We should come back other time.” Minho stated, sounding like an order.

You blushed, thinking about what had happened in so little time.

“Yeah. We should come back soon.”

(teehee, i enjoyed this a lot! Hope you like it too! Thanks a lot, ren! <;333)

~Kats, who now would love to go to that swimming pool!

[fortheloveofwonderland]

A Chuisle Mo Chroi (Pulse of My Heart) | Ralvez

A Chuisle Mo Chroi (pronounced Mu Kooish-La Mu Kree) Irish term for Pulse of my Heart.

Summary - Spencer chronicles his unrequited love for his best friend in the form of letters to his mom. But when she meets the person Spencer has detailed to her, what happens when she inadvertently confesses her son's feelings for him?

A/N - Yes I mixed up the timeline. Just pretend the episode “300” happened after the episode “Luke”. Prison arc didn’t happen but Spencer’s mom was still moved to DC and Spencer still starts teaching. Also I don’t speak Irish. I googled terms of endearment from around the world and enjoyed this one the most. Thank you my darling @sassymoon for being my beta!

Anon request - Hi! Since you opened your requests I wanted to ask if you could write a sweet fluff fic/blurb for Spencer x Luke with them confessing their feelings and maybe having their first kiss? ❤️

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez

Category - fluff

CW - unrequited love, pinning Spencer, references to 1406 “Luke” and 1401 “300”, a single F-bomb, case related stuff, bisexual Spencer, first kiss.

WC - 5.4K

Spencer Reid loathed the term momma’s boy. Sure, he was close to his mom, when you grew up without a dad you clung to what you had left. Even if his mom didn’t recognise him half of the time, she was the only person in the whole world who understood him. When she was lucid at least.

Throughout high school all the much older kids had always referred to him as such due to the fact he spent so much time at home. What they didn’t know was that he spent all that time at home because he was looking after his mother. But he never told them as much, he’d rather them call him that than admit the truth to them. 

When he moved to Virginia to join the BAU he wrote her a letter every single day. He told her everything, all the ins and out of the team, vague case details without getting graphic. He documented his meals, what books he’d read and everything else he could jam onto the page. 

Over time life got in the way. His letters started becoming weekly, then monthly until the point when he’d forget the last time he’d put pen to paper and sent his mother one of the letters she loved so much. 

He had to make more of an effort. She adored his letters, it allowed her to feel like she was there with him, embarking on his adventures alongside him. Spencer often thought they might be her last tangible grip on reality. So regardless of how tired he was, how busy he was, he ensured he would try to sit down at least once a week and write his mother a letter. 

As of late his letters had revolved mostly around one topic, giving Spencer the opportunity to get his feelings out on paper so as to never have to admit them out loud. He was sure he’d written research papers shorter than the letters he was penning these days, and he was sure given his moms declining mental state she wasn’t reading them and if she was, she would surely not remember anything he had to say in those pages. 

It was cathartic, almost like keeping a journal. He found the words flowed so easily when he had that particular subject matter on his mind. 

We were on a case in New York this week, as usual I won’t go into detail. We caught the guy though, you’ll be pleased to know. 

On the second day we were in the police precinct in Central Park and we both went to reach for a case file at the same time. Their hand brushed against mine and I swear I heard fireworks going off somewhere. Which is absurd because it was the middle of the day and of course there weren’t fireworks going off. But it happens a lot. 

When they look at me I’m sure I can feel my IQ level drop in half. When they smile at me it’s like the whole world lights up. And those accidental touches make my heart race and make me feel giddy. 

I know I’ve spent a lot of time in these letters talking about them recently and I’m sorry if it’s boring you. But I think I’m falling in love, mom, and I don’t know who else to talk to about it. Scratch that, I am in love and that terrifies me because they don’t look at me that way. 

They’re one of my best friends, my teammate. I don’t even know if they like…it doesn’t matter. I just know I should not be feeling this way about them and I have to get these thoughts out of my head. I’m sure you’re not even reading these so you’ll never know anyway, but I feel lighter for having written it down. But just in case you do read these, I’m too scared to say their name. 

Most letters read in the same vein. Spencer’s unrequited love was clouding his brain, causing him to be slower at making deductions and he feared it would hinder his work. Writing down his inane thoughts helped. Even if no one was reading them. 

***

Hey mom, 

Me again. We got back from a case in Ohio yesterday and Rossi invited us all over his place. 

You know me, I’m not a big drinker, I had two glasses of wine but that was enough for me. Also I don’t trust myself around them when alcohol is involved, inebriation would loosen my tongue and I’m worried about what I might say. Those kinds of confessions are only for my letters. 

They had quite a bit to drink though, I was watching them. I’m always watching them, it’s like I can’t stop myself. But I swear every time I looked up at them, they were looking right back at me smiling. 

They even found me on the back patio while I was getting some air. 

“Hey Spence, what are you doing out here?” 

That’s what they said. There’s something about people calling me by nicknames that makes my heart soar. There’s no scientific data to back that up, love is all in the brain not the heart. It’s simply my brain releasing oxytocin and vasopressin, giving me a surge of positive emotions every time I see them. 

Or hear them call me Spence. 

“Just getting some air.” I told them, trying to ignore the way they were looking at me.

I don’t know how to describe it, it was like they were seeing me for the first time, really seeing me. It was as though the alcohol actually helped them see clearer, the way they looked at me, I just can’t describe it. But for a split second, I actually believed they might feel the same about me. Of course that was completely foolish of me to think but just for a moment I allowed myself to succumb to the fantasy. 

“I uh…I wanted to talk to you about something.” 

When they said that and stepped closer to me, I’m sure I saw a hint of nerves in their eyes and my breath caught in my throat. But then it got even stranger. 

“Oh, you’ve got something…let me.” 

Then they reached forward and brushed something off of my cheek. We’ve touched accidentally before but I think that might be the first time they’ve done it deliberately. I wish I could accurately describe to you the way their fingertips felt as they brushed against my skin but I’m not sure there are enough words in the English language. Or in any of the other languages I can speak. 

There is a saying I recently learnt which comes close. It’s an Irish term “a chuisle mo chroi” which essentially translates to “pulse of my heart.” That’s what they feel like. They are a part of what keeps me alive. It’s the only thing I know how to say in Irish, but it seemed fitting. 

Anyway, they never did get to tell me what it was they wanted to say because someone else joined us on the patio and soon we all called it a night. 

I’ll never forget the look in their eyes though. 

All my love,

Spencer

***

Hey mom,

Another letter for you. I realised recently I’ve spent so much time talking to you about a certain person and I don’t remember the last time I asked you how you were doing. I’m sorry for that. How are you? How is Bennington? I hope to get time to visit you soon. 

We had a pretty rough case recently, one that affected someone on the team personally. I won’t give you a prize for guessing who. 

I’ve never seen them like this before, I was genuinely scared they would do something to jeopardise their place on the team. They lost an old friend in the process and I’m scared it might tip them over the edge, that there may be no coming back from this for them. 

It’s not my job to comfort them though, as much as I wish it was. I’m sitting here at my desk after everyone else has left for the night writing this letter so I don’t go after them. Because they already have a person to be their shoulder to cry on, and it isn’t me. 

I think I’ve failed to tell you that before and maybe I just didn’t think it was necessary or maybe it was a deliberate choice, I’m not sure. They already have their own a chuisle mo chroi which makes my feelings even more redundant. 

Thus far I’ve done a really good job at not allowing myself to dwell on these feelings except for when I write you these letters. But lately they’ve started to consume me and I don’t know how to make it stop.

They are all I think about. When I’m at home alone, I imagine what they are doing and it makes me sad. They’re probably cooking dinner for their partner, maybe cuddled up on the couch watching a movie or maybe even in bed…I won’t finish that trail of thought. 

It hurts me to see them everyday and know they will never be mine. I value our friendship too much to risk losing it all over these feelings I have for them but I worry those feelings are slowly destroying my soul. They’re right there, right in front of me and I can’t have them. I never will. They will never be mine. 

I’m sorry about this. If you’re reading these I hope my words don’t make you worry. I’m fine, really, I’m just having a hard time right now. But I’ll be ok, I always bounce back don’t I? 

I love you mom, speak soon. 

Spencer 

***

Hey mom,

Sorry I haven’t written in a while, things got really crazy. I won’t go into detail because I don’t want you to worry about me but…

…you aren’t reading these letters, I know you’re not. So I suppose it doesn’t really matter if I go into detail. 

I was abducted. Kidnapped. We arrested a cult leader and failed to see that one of his disciples worked for the FBI. She took Garcia, and I tried to save her, because you taught me to be the kind of man that does that. But it resulted in her taking me too.

If you are, on the off chance, reading these, I need you to know I’m ok. I’ve got some bruises but I’m mostly ok. If it wasn’t for the team I might not have been, the cult wanted to make me their three hundredth victim. 

For as long as I live, I will never forget the way they looked at me after I was unstrapped and helped down the steps. They ran to me, panic written all over their face and if I didn’t know any better I might actually think they had tears in their eyes. 

“Oh my god, you’re ok.” 

They sounded as worried as they looked and then their hand was on the side of my face, gently stroking my bruised cheek. 

“I thought…I didn’t think…” 

It was as though they physically couldn’t get the words out. I was so hyped on the adrenaline of coming close to death that I didn’t realise it until later. 

“I’m ok. I’m ok.” I assured them although I’m not sure why I was doing the assuring. 

And then they flung their arms around my neck and pulled me so close, held me so tightly for a moment I couldn’t breathe. I was so close I could feel their erratic heartbeat and they buried their face into my neck and panted against my skin. 

For a second I was dumbfounded. I just stood there frozen. But eventually I wrapped my arms around their waist relished in the moment because I knew it wouldn’t last. And as expected, a few seconds later we were torn apart by someone calling our names. 

Is it wrong that I’d go through that whole ordeal again just to get them to hold me like that one more time? Is it so utterly absurd to say that almost dying was worth it because having them embrace me like that erased all of the fear?

I felt safe, mom. In their arms I felt safer than I’ve ever felt before. But it only hurt worse when they let go and pretended nothing had happened, following the rest of the team away. 

Unrequited love is the worst feeling in the whole world. You’d think I could handle it given everything I’ve been through. But honestly, I think it’s worse than anything any unsub has ever done to me. I really don’t know how more I can take, mom. 

I don’t know if I can keep working with them and being in love with them. 

Love always,

Spencer 

***

Hey mom, 

You’ll be pleased to know I’m feeling a little better since my last letter. It’s been a few months I know, and I know I promised I’d write every week and I’m sorry. 

I thought my writing down my feelings was helping but it started having the opposite effect. I decided to take a little time away from the BAU after everything that happened with the cult. I came to an agreement with the bureau to split my time between case hours and teaching classes at the university. I’m doing much better, my head is clearer and I’m not pining quite as much as I was the last time I wrote to you. 

It’s still hard sometimes but I’ve learnt to live with the fact the object of my desire will never love me back. We remain friends, best friends, but that’s all it will ever be. And I’m ok with that. It’s just how it was meant to be. 

I’ll come and visit you soon, I have more free time when I’m teaching. I’ll be sure to bring you some books and there’s a great little cafe I’ve discovered near the university that sells the best…

“Hey man, what are you doing?” 

A voice snapped Spencer away from his trail of thought and he lifted the pen from the paper and looked up to see Luke Alvez standing over his desk. 

“Oh, just writing to my mom.” He quickly scrambled to hide the letter from prying eyes even though most people struggled to read his chicken scratch, as Garcia dubbed it. 

“Isn’t she living in DC now? I thought you said-“

“Yeah she is.” Spencer cut him off, stuffing the paper in his satchel. “But I uh…I forget all the things I want to say to her when I visit so I like to write it down.” 

Luke was smiling at him, the kind of smile that Spencer often found himself lost in. The kind of smile he’d spent hours writing about in great detail to his mom. 

“I’d like to meet her.” He leant against Spencer’s desk, seemingly not in a hurry to go anywhere. 

“You would? Why?” Spencer frowned which made Luke chuckle. 

“You talk about her so much I already feel like I know her. It would be nice to meet the woman behind the genius.” 

Spencer didn’t think having his mom meet Luke was a good idea. Although even if she read his letters and remembered them, he’d never specified who he was talking about. But his mom knew him so well, surely if she saw the two of them together she’d be able to tell exactly how Spencer felt about Luke. Spencer wasn’t known for his subtlety. And even in her less lucid moments, Diana Reid was extremely astute. 

But nonetheless Spencer found himself nodding. 

“Uh…ok. Sure. I guess that wouldn’t be a problem.” He frowned a little. “I’m going to see her this weekend if we don’t get pulled away somewhere.” 

“I’m in.” Luke beamed brighter than Spencer had ever seen. 

“You uh…you don’t have plans with Lisa?” 

Luke chuckled, leaning forward and patting Spencer’s shoulder. 

“I know you’re not here all the time, Doc, but have you been living under a rock? Lisa and I split up months ago.” 

Spencer hated the way his heart seemed to do somersaults in his chest at this. How had he missed that? Had he been so consumed in the overwhelming unrequited love he was feeling that he’d completely missed what was going on around him? 

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Spencer hoped his voice didn’t give away how unsorry he was. 

“It’s ok, these things happen. She wasn’t a, uh, good fit for me.” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke but Spencer didn’t know why. He chose to ignore it. “You heading out?” 

“Yeah, sure.” Spencer nodded, grabbing up his things and shutting off his computer before following Luke over to the elevators. 

And he only had a handful of heart palpitations in the process.

***

The weekend rolled around without a case and as promised, Luke accompanied Spencer to visit his mom. 

Spencer made a point of not hanging out with Luke outside of work, not unless the rest of the team were involved anyway. Over the years Luke had asked Spencer to grab a beer with him on multiple occasions but Spencer always made up an excuse as to why he couldn’t go. 

He knew it was only due to the fact that he was the only other guy on the team around the same age as Luke. Although that did offer up some confusion as to why he still asked even after Simmons joined the team. Maybe because Matt was married with kids, Spencer didn’t have anyone to go home to, much like Luke, until he’d met Lisa anyway. And once he met her, the invitations stopped coming. 

Luke picked Spencer up at ten am on the dot, just like they’d planned, he even brought Spencer coffee from his favourite coffee shop down the street with the perfect amount of sugar. If he wasn’t already smitten with this man, he would have been now. 

Luke drove and they listened to the radio as they travelled to Diana’s facility, giving Spencer something to focus on that wasn’t the close proximity to Luke he found himself in. They made idle chit chat, it wasn’t lost on Luke how Spencer wouldn’t look at him. 

When they pulled up in the parking lot of Diana’s facility, Luke cut the engine and turned to face the younger man. 

“Does this make you uncomfortable? If you don’t want me to meet her I can just wait in the car.” Luke questioned him. 

“No, no I can’t ask you to do that after you’ve driven me out here.” Spencer shook his head.

“I don’t mind. It’s nice to actually spend some time with you outside of work.” Luke felt his cheeks burning as he spoke. 

Spencer frowned, noticing the way Luke reddened although he wasn’t sure why. 

“I’m just worried what state she might be in. I don’t want you to meet her if she’s erratic. And as of late she’s been like that quite a lot. She barely even knows who I am half of the time.” Spencer changed the subject. 

“How about I come in with you and I’ll hang back while you see how she is. If she’s not in a good state I’ll wait in the car.” Luke’s blush faded and he smiled at Spencer. 

“Yeah, I guess that works.” He nodded, quickly getting out of his seatbelt and exiting the car. 

Luke followed him across the parking lot and up the front steps of the building. He noticed the way Spencer clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides as he walked and it only then occurred to him what this must be like for him. It must take its toll, never knowing what state he would find his mother in, never knowing if his own mom would recognise him until it was too late. 

Luke prayed in his head that today his mother would know who he was. He didn’t want Spencer to suffer that embarrassment with him here to witness it. 

Spencer went on ahead into the day room while Luke hung back. He’d never been overly religious, not the way his parents were anyway, but what took place next might just make a believer out of him after all. 

He watched Spencer tentatively approach the woman Luke recognised from the photograph on his desk. She was in an armchair in the window, her head in a book so much like her son. She looked up when she heard movement, looking up at the man standing before her. A few seconds passed before she suddenly leapt to her feet, throwing her arms around Spencer.

“Spencer!” Luke heard her call. “Oh how I’ve missed you.” 

The size of the smile that broke out in Luke’s face could only be beaten by Spencer’s own. Spencer hugged his mother back while Luke watched, his heart feeling like it was floating out of his body. When the hug ended, Spencer turned to Luke with a smile and motioned him over. 

“Mom, this is my friend Luke. Luke Alvez. We work together at the BAU.” Spencer tried to keep his expression as neutral as possible as he introduced Luke. 

“It’s so nice to meet you Mrs Reid, I’ve heard so many things about you.” Luke held out his hand which Diana shook. 

“Luke…” she mused as the three of them took a seat. “I’m sure Spencer has told me about you but the name doesn’t ring a bell.” 

“Sure it does mom, I’ve told you about the whole team.” Spencer hated using his mothers memory loss to his advantage because she was right, he’d never mentioned Luke, not by name anyway. 

“Well if you say you have, you must have.” She gave Spencer a look that told him she didn’t believe him. 

“How are you finding it here in DC?” Luke spoke, sensing a strange tension between mother and son and trying to ease it. 

“Oh you know, dear, a nuthouse is a nuthouse, no matter the city.”

“They prefer the term psychiatric facility, mom.” Spencer rolled his eyes. 

A nurse came over and offered them drinks. Diana opted for chamomile tea, they didn’t encourage coffee drinking for the residents, while Spencer and Luke both took the caffeine route. Once the three of them were alone, Spencer spoke again. 

“This is the best I’ve seen you in a long time. You seem…clear.” He said for lack of a better word.

“I feel clear.” Diana nodded with a soft smile that Luke thought was the spitting image of her sons. “The doctors say it won’t last but it’s a nice reprieve.” 

“I can only imagine.” Spencer sniffed a little and Luke couldn’t help but reach out and place his hand on his arm. 

Spencer turned to look at him, unshed tears behind his eyes. Diana looked between them, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she watched the way her son and Luke looked at each other. 

“Friends you say?” Diana spoke up, causing Luke to quickly pull his hand away. 

“Yes.” Spencer nodded, swallowing thickly. Really good friends.”

“Some might even say best friends.” Diana shook her head in amusement. “Sorry my memory is not what it used to be. So you met at work?”

“Yeah, I’ve been at the BAU for almost three years now.” Luke answered. 

“What did you do before?” 

“Mom, it’s not the Spanish Inquisition.” Spencer scolded her. 

“It’s ok.” Luke laughed with a shake of his head. “Before the BAU I worked for the Fugitive Task Force, man hunting I suppose. And before that I was in the military, the 75th Rangers.”

“You served overseas?” 

“Yeah, I did a tour in Iraq and a couple in Afghanistan.” 

“Your father was a soldier.” Diana didn’t ask, she stated. She always had been good at reading people. 

“He was, yes.” Luke smiled, so many things about Spencer making so much sense now he’d met his mother. 

“Ok, can we stop grilling my friend now?” Spencer interjected. 

“It’s not grilling, Crash, it’s getting to know him. He’s clearly important to you.” Diana spoke like she was speaking to a small child. 

Spencer couldn’t help the blush that spread to his cheeks and he tried to hide it from Luke and looked down at his lap. 

“Yeah he’s important to me, he’s my friend.” He emphasised the last word. 

“Do you know you’re the first “friend” Spencer has ever brought to meet me?” She used air quotes around the word friend and Spencer wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“Mom!” He cried in exasperation. 

“What? It’s true.” She shrugged, not perturbed by Spencer’s tone. 

Thankfully their drinks were brought over and Spencer managed to direct the conversation onto literature and what she’d been reading lately. 

Luke took a backseat just content to listen. Spencer wouldn’t make eye contact with him anymore and Luke didn’t know why. He thought he was missing something but he just couldn’t pinpoint what. 

**

After a few hours of conversation with Diana she started to get tired and the boys decided to let her rest. Spencer excused himself to use the bathroom before the drive back into the city. 

Once they were alone together, Diana’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Luke. 

“So you must be the one.” She clapped her hands together in excitement. 

“The one?” Luke’s brows knitted together. 

“The one in Spencer’s letters!” She looked so pleased, not deterred by Luke’s obvious confusion. “Oh I must have hundreds of them detailing this mystery person. But it has to be you. You’re the best friend my son is in love with.” 

Luke felt his breath hitch in his throat as he stared at the older woman in shock. The combination of the schizophrenia and altzeimers often made her confused, that’s all this was. Luke just had to be delicate in how he approached this, not wanting to call her crazy to her face. 

“Uh…I don’t think so.” He tried to laugh it off. “Maybe you’re mistaken?”

“Oh no, Spencer is very clear in his letters about being in love with his best friend. A member of the team.” She leant forward, her elbows on her knees. 

“Uh…he might be talking about JJ. Definitely not me.” Luke shook his head. 

“My son is incredibly smart.”

“He is.” Luke agreed. 

“If he were talking about a woman he would have said she. But in every single letter he used gender neutral pronouns. He wouldn’t do that unless…” she trailed off, eyes sparkling at Luke. 

“Spencer isn’t…I uh, I don’t think that he’s…” he scratched the back of his neck. 

“Don’t worry, dear. He never came out to me either. But a mother always knows.” She tapped the side of her nose. 

Before Luke could reply, not that he knew how to reply, Spencer returned, offering Luke a smile. 

“Are you ready to go?” 

“Yeah, sure.” Luke nodded, pushing himself to his feet. “It was nice to meet you Mrs Reid.” 

“Oh please,” she smirked, standing and pulling Luke into a tight embrace. “Call me Diana.” 

Spencer hugged his mom goodbye and soon the two were leaving again. They made it out to the front of the building and as Spencer was heading towards the parking lot, Luke’s voice stopped him in his tracks. 

“Your mom told me about your letters.” 

Spencer’s back straightened and he took a breath before he slowly turned back to face Luke. 

“Letters?” He tried to buy himself some time. 

“Yeah.” Luke took a few steps closer to him. “The ones where you told her about your best friend who you're in love with.” 

“Ah.” Spencer sighed. “Those letters.” 

“I tried to tell her it was probably just JJ.” Luke looked suddenly serious, his jaw set. 

“Uh yeah.” Spencer nodded. “You got me. I’m in love with JJ. Really awkward, please don’t tell anyone.” 

Spencer turned to leave again but then Luke’s hand was circling his wrist, keeping him in place. 

“You didn’t use gender specific pronouns.” 

“So?” 

“So why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know.” Spencer shook his head. It was no wonder Luke was so good at getting criminals to confess to their crimes because he was making Spencer want to confess too. 

“Yeah, you do.” Luke shrugged. “You never told me you were gay.” 

“I…I’m…not?” Spencer sighed, scrunching his nose. “Bisexual maybe? I don’t really know what I’d call it, which I guess is why I’ve never told anyone.” 

“So you’re in love with a guy, who is your best friend and that you work with?” Luke clarified. 

“It would seem so.” Spencer felt his heart start to race. “And I inadvertently outed myself to my mother and then to you. So it’s a good day to be me.” 

“I mean that only leaves three people.” Luke’s brow furrowed. “You’re not that close to Matt, and I would think Rossi was too old for you.” 

“Would you believe me at all if I said it was Anderson?” 

“Your mom didn’t know my name.” Luke seemed to ignore him, stepping even closer to him. “Your mom didn’t know my name because you never mentioned it did you? You spoke about me but never said my name.” 

“Fuck,” Spencer hung his head. “Fine, the secrets out, ok? God I didn’t even think she was reading those letters!”

Luke swallowed and raised his hand to cup Spencer’s jaw, lifting his face so he would look at him. 

“What are you trying to say, Spence?” 

Spencer tried to ignore the way his heart did a cartwheel at the way Luke was touching him and the use of his nickname. 

“Please just keep in mind that I don’t want to lose you ok? You’re one of my best friends and I don’t want things to be weird between us.” Tears swam in his eyes. 

“Just say it.” Luke croaked. 

“I…goddamnit,” his first tear fell. “I’m in love with you, Luke. I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” Luke kept his hand on Spencer’s face. 

“Because I just ruined our friendship, right?” 

Luke surprised him when he laughed, moving even closer still to him. 

“You know you aren’t the only one who talks to their mom about their secret crush?” Luke chuckled with a shake of his head. “Only I’m not shy in mentioning his name.” 

“You…I…I don’t understand.” Spencer mumbled. 

“Yes you do.” Luke laughed again. “You’re a genius right?” 

“Quantifiably.” 

“Well then, what are the facts telling you, Spence? All those times I asked you out for drinks, the way I can’t keep my eyes off of you when you’re in a room. The way I can’t stop looking at your lips right now…” Luke inhaled sharply. “What do those things tell you?” 

“I…I have a theory.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Hmm.” Spencer nodded. 

“Wanna test it out?” 

“Most definitely.” 

Luke chuckled again before closing the small space between them, and still keeping his hand cupped around Spencer’s jaw, he kissed him. 

Spencer whimpered against Luke’s lips, his knees buckling beneath him. The kiss was gentle but filled with so much longing it almost took Spencer’s breath away. 

It was only brief and when Luke pulled away he was smiling at Spencer from ear to ear. 

“I love you too, by the way.” He shrugged. 

Spencer made another whimpering sound and couldn’t help himself but lean in and kiss Luke again, slightly deeper this time. Luke wrapped him in his arms and held him close. 

“A chuisle mo chroi.” Spencer mumbled against his lips. 

“What is that?” Luke replied. 

“It’s Irish. Don’t worry about it.” 

Luke chuckled, kissing him again before leaning his forehead against Spencer’s. 

“Mi vida.” Luke whispered, stroking back Spencer’s messy hair. 

“I speak Spanish, you know? Mi vida means my life, romantically speaking.” 

“Of course you do.” Luke’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. 

Spencer let out a small sigh, running his fingers up Luke’s strong bicep, over his shoulder blade and over the base of his neck. 

“A chuisle mo chroi. The pulse of my heart.” He confessed, causing Luke to kiss him once more, so passionately Spencer felt as though he was floating. 

From the window, Diana smiled to herself as she watched the two men on the sidewalk, her heart soaring for her son. She continued to watch for a moment or two, a warm, fuzzy feeling enveloping her as she leant against the window frame and whispered to herself, “A mother always knows.” 

[seungcy]

𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 [kmg]

✰ a little enemies to lovers trope with college student!mingyu blurb that totally wasn't created because of an error <3

notes ; mild cursing, gn!reader, fluff, lil angsty

taglist ; @bomggyu @neosvt @sdrecsfics @uhmkatt-blog @cheerfelix @hoohoohope !

A rough slam on the side of your desk awakens you from your blissful slumber.

Mingyu stands high and mighty above your desk, arms folded with a shit eating grin on his face. “Look at who we have here— one of the so-called ‘top students’ having themselves a nice little nap.” He cocks his head and leans down to meet at eye level.

You scowl at him and roll your eyes, shifting your head to bury in your knotted arms. “Fuck off Mingyu.. ‘m too tired.” You mumble into your arms, eyes feeling heavier with every passing second. If you had any energy, you would be gladly slamming Mingyu back into his place. But after spending almost the entire night preparing for a midterm, you had no patience to deal with him now.

Mingyu scoffs. “What, you think you’re too above me to talk now? Just because you’re the highest in the year doesn’t mean—”

Mingyu’s protests were silenced by your sudden outburst, slamming your hands down on the desk and lifting yourself up to face him. “What do you want from me? You followed me all the way into the library just to pester me when I’m trying to sleep!” You huff in protest, raising a hand to softly pinch your nose bridge.

Jaw opening and closing, Mingyu stares at you in awe, all his words feeling stuck in his throat. Noticing his lack of response, you roll your eyes and begin packing up your scattered materials into your bag. Mingyu takes you by surprise when his hand grips your arm to pause your packing. “What are you doing—”

“I just wanted to– I wanted to let you know that I had gotten the best score in the most recent exam we took..” Mingyu's words  grow silent as he nears the end of his sentence. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Unbelievable. He follows you around like a leech the whole day just to brag when you get a chance to rest. 

“Mingyu,” you begin, pulling your arm away from his light grip. “You’re seriously so annoying. Did you want me to kneel and kiss your feet? If that’s all you came for, please leave.” Mingyu licks his lips in nervousness, watching as you continue to pack your supplies. He groans and grabs a hold of your shoulders, forcing your attention on him again. 

“Wait! I’m sorry. What I really wanted to say is that… I’ve realized that I really look up to you and want to get to know you better in a non-academic way…” He mumbles, his gaze shifting everywhere but your face. You stand speechless, his words entering your brain at the slowest speed possible. 

Mingyu removes his hands from your shoulders, pushing a chair from the desk out and taking a seat. This time, he looks up to meet your eyes, “I really like you… and I’ve only been so competitive and in your face so that I could have your attention.” He lets out a chuckle, feeling a sense of embarrassment at his attempt to show attraction. 

He continues, watching as you take your seat once again, lips parted in shock at his sudden confession. “I promise I’m not as much of a jerk as I’ve been acting. I’ve been mustering the courage to tell you this for some time now but it’s been hard to approach you when every interaction we have is always competitive.” You can't help but smile a bit at his words, feeling guilty for never giving him an opportunity to confess how he felt.

You let out a breath of air that you didn’t know you were holding in. “Mingyu I… I guess we could get to know each other better. To be honest, this competition we’ve been having has been taking a toll on my sanity.” You laugh, Mingyu nodding with a smile in agreement. 

“But just because this is happening doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop pestering you about grades, okay?” Mingyu lightly taps your shoulder. You let out a fake gasp. “As if I’d ever let you beat me in our class ranks, Mr. 2nd place.”

“Hey! I’m sorry I was so busy that I forgot we had a formal report due that day!” You laugh at his whines. “I heard you telling your friends after class that you were watching Love Island!” Mingyu raises an eyebrow, “Oh? So you’ve been stalking me, huh?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, your chest fluttering at the idea of spending more time with Mingyu.

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[tomholland1996simp]

I loved the Tom daughter blurb!

Could you make an imagine where Tom had been busy and he is at home where his daughter just wants to spend time with him. She tries to get his attention but he seems to just get mad at her, until she just breaks down crying after maybe hurting herself?

Hungry || Tom holland x daughter

Summary: Y/N misses being with her dad, but he is always too busy and he seems to always snap at her without realising. One day she is hungry as Tom hasn’t been able to make her food so she decides to take matters into her own hands to get a snack, leading to a fall.

Haven’t read over this and sorry it’s not long.

Tom has been very busy lately, whether that was being on set for Spider man, hanging out with friends, being away for events or even on interview meetings at home. This means that he hasn’t been able to spend quality time with his four year old daughter, Y/N. Recently he has been too stressed and busy, leading him to snap out at his daughter, not realising the effect it was having on her.

Y/N spent most her days at the Holland’s family household missing her father a lot. She tried to spend time with him but she always fount him busy or always talking on the phone about his job. Y/N was only four so she didn’t understand everything about his job, all she knew is that he plays a big role as her favourite superhero spider-man, and that’s why he seems to never spend time with her like he used to.

Today, though, she grew very bored, only wanting to play with her toys with her dad or watch a movie with him. Her little feet ran down the stairs searching for the only person she loved the most. “Daddy?” She called out, hoping to find her dad somewhere around the house.

“Twssa where’s daddy?” She asked the Staffordshire Bull Terrier like she would answer back to the little girl. Tessa got up from her laying down position greeting the little girl with her tongue, y/n giggling at the feeling.

Her giggling may have been a bit too loud that Tom walked out of the room that he was in muting his phone to talk to her. “Y/n your being to loud” Tom told her, this being the first time she had seen her dad today and it was around 4 in the afternoon.

“Sorry” The four year old muttered, stroking Tessa’s body. Tom was about to walk back into the room he has been in for the past three hours when y/n spoke again. “I’m hungwy” She spoke, not having eaten all day.

Tom rolled his eyes without thinking, “I’ll make you something after i’m done” That’s all he said leaving the little girl alone in the kitchen, fully closing the door behind him. Y/N walked over to the door tears falling down her face, her dad never shuts the door, not even if he’s on a online interview. Tom knows y/n can’t open the doors, it being to hard for her to do so.

Y/n decided to go back to her room for a little while waiting for Tom to finish his important phone call. She grew too hungry though, she had never missed breakfast nor lunch before and she needed food.

Her little fists knocked at the closed door, the door swinging open not long after, a tired and stressed Tom appearing.

“Daddy!” She happily smiled lifting her arms up waiting for Tom to pick her up like he usually did but when he didn’t her excitement faltered.

“What y/n?!” He snapped raising his voice a little too loud for the young girl. “Why you mad?” She questioned.

“Because you keep bothering me! Can’t you see i’m busy! I can’t have you being loud and giggling everywhere when I’m busy doing things for my job, y/n! Fuck off!” He yelled, he had never sworn at his daughter before, he hadn’t even yelled at her like that ever.

Y/n stayed silent tears welling in her eyes, she walked away from the door Tom feeling a bit guilty for her but closed the door again wanting to finish his meetings.

It was now 8 o’clock y/n hadn’t eaten all day and it was nearly her bed time, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She used the chairs to climb onto the counter, opening the cupboard to find something to snack on.

Y/n sadly smiled seeing her favourite crisps that she loved and a fruit juice. Picking up her snacks to eat, she closed the cupboard, slowly getting off the counter and back on the chair. It was quiet high up so she tried to be extra carful.

Unfortunately though she lost her balance her and the chair falling with a scream coming out from her lips. The crisps and juice fell out of her hands as she hit the floor with a thud, her head smacking against the marble floor which would for sure turn into a huge bump in just a few minutes.

The sound of her screaming sobs and cries brought Toms attention. He quickly put his script down glancing at the time it reading 8:12. He heard Tessa barking in the background of his daughters cries, opening the closed door and racing to where he could hear the whimpers.

There his four year old daughter sobbed, her hand holding the top of her head and the chair laying flat against the floor. He saw the fruit juice and crisp packet as well. “Princess, Hey. Hey, what happened?” He softly asked her eyes locking with his as she tried to move away making his heart break.

“I’m s-sorry.” She tried covering her mouth with her over hand trying to make her crying sounds less loud. Y/n waited for her dad to shout again telling her to be quiet but he didn’t this time. However her doing this actions made her find ur harder to breathe properly as she was hyperventilating.

Tom sat on the floor, taking her hand away from her mouth. He pulled her into his lap, stroking her hair rocking them both back and forth. After a few minutes her sobs turned into sniffles, she clung onto Tom hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

“What happened, baby?” He finally asked.

“I-I was hwngry. I wanted a snack a-and I used the chwir and then I went on there….I tried to get down but I fell and hit my head on the floor and it hurts” She sniffled, Tom immediately remembered that all day she hadn’t eaten, him being too caught up with his job he didn’t feed her at all. He pulled her away from him, examining her head that grew into a big bump.

Tom moved over to the freezer, y/n on his hip. He grabbed a bag of frozen peas, sitting y/n on the counter and placing the bag on her head. “It may feel weird but I need to keep it on here for a few minutes” He told her.

Few minutes passed, he threw the frozen peas back into the freezer telling y/n that they will have to do it again later. He brought her over to the sofa feeling guilty as ever. “I’m so sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to shout at you, I’m just so tired and it was wrong of me to do that” He kissed her head as a tear fell down his cheek.

“It’s okay.” She simply said, looking at him and wiping his tears.

“It’s not. I shouldn’t do that, you shouldn’t ever be rude to people if your tired, and I shouldn’t especially ever do that to you. I guess I had a little tantrum, you know when you get angry and you start to hit me or throw things around” She nodded her head understanding him now.

“That’s what daddy had. And I’m deeply sorry baby. Here let’s order some food, what would you like? McDonald’s?” He asked knowing she loved her happy meals.

“Mcdwnalds!” She cheered hugging Tom.

“I love you daddy!” She giggled with a smile.

“I love you so much more y/n” He smiled not wanting to let her go. He loves his daughter and he knows he will never treat her like that ever again.

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Hello I’m really sorry to bother you but you’re the only writer I found who writes for Jim (the delinquent season). I’ve had a very hard day and I was wondering if you could write a quick headcanon or a drabble or anything, really with him. I know this might be a lot to ask and it’s fine if you don’t want to. I just can’t calm myself, I can’t find any comforting fics so I thought I could ask you. Tysm <3

I started to write the drabble then switched apps for a couple minutes and lost everything, so now all I can offer is a blurb.

Anyways

I'm so, so sorry you had a tough day anon, but I'd love to write you a little something, hopefully it cheers you up

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Warnings: fluff with a smidge of smut

Lazy Saturday

As the first threads of sunlight filtered through creases between the blackout curtains, Y/n stirred drowsily. As she did, the arm around draped over her waist, formerly limp, tightened its grip and tugged her closer to his chest.

"Where are you going, hm?" Jim's mumbled words were gravely from sleep, and his voice was tired and slow.

With her eyes still shut, Y/n turned in Jim's embrace, hooking her leg on his hip and burying her face in his chest in the process. "Nowhere," she mumbled, snaking her arm over his side and flattening her palm on his shoulder blade. "This is nice," she added softly after a while.

Jim hummed, kissing the top of her head, "It is," he offered quietly before sighing contentedly, "Thank God its Saturday, we can stay like this for a while."

Y/n kissed the top of Jim's chest, opting to not respond with anything more than a sound of agreement. After the long week she'd had, the prospect of a lazy Saturday with him seemed like heaven; finally, after five day's worth of frustrating co-workers, a crushing workload and very little sleep, she could finally breathe easy.

"Do we have plans for today?" She eventually asked.

"Not ones that we can't put off," Jim's fingers trailed up and down her spine before delving below the hem of her thin, silk camisole, "We can stay like this for as long as we want."

"That sounds amazing," Y/n mumbled, trying to eradicate the last traces of distance between them, "I've missed this."

Trailing the back of his knuckles up and down her spine, Jim kissed the top of her head again, that time with more tenderness, "Its only been a week," he mused, referring to their last weekend in bed, "But I'm sure after the past few days, it feels like its been way longer."

"It does," she agreed, trying to block out the recent memories. There'd been so many times that week that she'd just wanted to shut down and crawl into bed and have him warp his arms around her but couldn't do much more than adamantly resist and get back to work- most days, there hadn't even been time for them to have coffee together, far less a cuddle session. "Its just been....ugh," Y/n bemoaned, breathing in deeply so the lingering aroma of his soap and detergent would add to the warm comfort of his embrace- he always felt so safe, it was only one of the million reasons why she loved him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jim offered, tone earnest and comforting; as if he were genuinely ready to listen to the mess that had been the past week.

But desperately, she didn't want to ruin their morning with work talk.

"No," she sighed, "I just want.....to stay like this, with you and not think about anything." Her and Jim, in that room with nothing but his body wrapped around hers was all she needed to remedy the chaos of the past week.

"Want to think about nothing, eh?" He teased, pulling away slightly to press a hot kiss to her mouth before moving on to trailing feather light kisses down her jaw and neck, "I think I can help with that."

Jim rolled them over so her back would be pressed into the mussed sheets while he supported himself over her with a forearm pressed into the mattress. "Oh, I'm sure you can," she grinned broadly, when his hand, formerly on her hip once again slipping under the hem of her top.

Jim chuckled, gripping her waist tightly, his palm warm against her skin. "I definitely can," her hands roamed Jim's back, fingers clawing absently at his thin, grey t-shirt. "You just relax," he punctuated his works with a kiss pressed into the valley of her breasts, "And I'll take good care of you."

So much for their 'lazy' Saturday.

[marygodwin-bsd]

a bit of writing progress

Fyolai x oc : when fyodor is in prison

this is a blurb from some writing I'm doing from Percy's POV. Percy lives on a boat. They have kidnapped Mary's son, Victor. Nikolai is gathering materials to break Fyodor out of prison. Percy has a chronic illness associated with their ability. OK i think we're good.

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“Any more news?” Percy asked from his bed. Percy spent a lot of time in bed recently. 

Grinning wryly, Nikolai took off his cape and hat with a flourish and laid it on Percy’s desk chair. 

“No, just that I got the materials.” 

“Good. Great— that means…?” 

Nikolai sat nearby. Using Percy’s boat as a secure base had been a great idea-- they obviously didn't mind sharing the bed. Wasn’t the first time.  

“That means we can break them out soon.” 

“Oh, good.” Percy seemed to sigh with a little relief. 

Nikolai wasn't blind to how much Percy had deteriorated since Fyodor had been taken to Mersault. They were there when he was arrested. 

Percy’d gotten sicker over the years— of course you’d only be able to tell if you really paid attention— but it was worse in the past few months. They slept longer and got tired faster. The caramel curls were less springy, and had lost their luster. 

“Where is the child?” Nikolai set to getting ready for sleep. He was quite tired after all the work he had to do for these two tiny bottles of serum.

“I… I gave him something to eat. He’s asleep. I don’t know how I got him to go to sleep, though.” 

“Have you eaten today?” 

“Breakfast. ‘M not hungry. Sorry…” 

Nikolai only shrugged. If Percy wanted to let themselves fall apart over their mutual lovers absence, that was their decision.

“No need.” Ready for bed, he fell on the side opposite Percy. “Your choice.” 

They nodded silently, following his lead and getting under the covers.  

“You’re not usually ready for bed at this time, Kolya.” 

“I’m extra tired tonight.” He let Percy get close under the covers, over the middle space that would’ve gone to Fyodor had he been there. Nikolai could wring their neck if he wanted to. But the only person Nikolai wanted to kill was Fyodor.

[iwannawritelots]

Breakdown

Originally written November 2021

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Genre: fluff, comfort

Ship(s): Barbatos X MC

(genderless MC)

(requested)

Trigger/content warnings: I guess it’s kinda suggestive in the beginning but it’s literally just MC staring at Barbatos when he changes clothes lmao. Mental illness depictions

Headcanons/notes from the author: I’m so ashamed of myself for not having more Barbatos content.

Brief Blurb: Barbatos and MC had planned a domestic night, but MC’s mental health gets the better of them to interrupt it.

Barbatos had finally been able to escape his work, so the two of you were walking downstairs to his quarters. You were looking forward to seeing your beloved Barbatos all day. Schooling at R.A.D., being in the Devildom, and living with the demon brothers was taking a huge toll on your mental health; you wanted to hide in Barbatos to fight off your mental instability. You were sure he hadn't noticed how worn down you were, which was a relief. Tonight was just going to be about having cuddles and enjoying each other's company.

The two of you stepped into his room and he immediately began undressing you, as usual. It took you a while to not correlate this behavior with strictly sexual intimacy... it was more of a romantic form of affection from him. "Darling, which pajamas do you wish to wear tonight?"

You cooperated with his actions as he stripped you of your clothes, humming a little in thought. "Why don't you pick, Toto?"

He smiled softly at the nickname and took your dirty clothes to the laundry basket next to the door. "Alright. I think tonight we should both wear our soft pajamas, then." You watched him undress himself as well, face heating up a little when you realized you were staring. He remained unbothered, putting his own clothes in the hamper then finding the pajamas he was talking about only a moment before. "Here, darling." He helped you into your own clothes before dressing himself, humming quietly as he did so. "Comfortable?"

"Yes, thank you." You carefully kissed his cheek, then nuzzled into his neck. "Do you want to watch something while we lay?" Exhaustion becoming clear in his features, Barbatos nodded before returning your nuzzles and scooping you into his arms. "Barbatos, if you're too tired—"

"Nonsense. I can simply sleep afterwards." He climbed on top of his bed, still holding you, then sat down and kept you in his lap. "What should we watch, love?"

You rested your head in his neck. "Well, what would you like to watch?"

He chuckled. "Not in the mood to choose?"

"Not particularly."

Barbatos decided to go along with your request and turned on the television, then clicked on one of the streaming services. Even though you really wanted to focus on your time with Barbatos, the weight on your shoulders seemed to be insistent in making you miserable. The thoughts of dread and upset continued rolling in your head, eventually causing you to tremble.

"_____...? Are you alright?" The question made you explode into a fit of sobs. Barbatos quickly set the remote down and gave you his full attention. "Darling, what happened? Did I do something?"

You vigorously shook your head, sniffling and crying into your hands. Concerned, Barbatos carefully adjusted so his arms and legs were around you in an octopus fashion. You continued to bawl and stammer out apologies while he cooed gentle affirmations. "S-Sorry... I-I didn't want to cry..."

"It's alright, you should cry if you need to." Barbatos hummed to you and peppered soft kisses onto your head. "I had a feeling you were unwell recently, but I thought maybe it had gotten better."

"I-I thought so too..." you mumbled through tears before squirming around to burrow into his chest. "I'm s-sorry..."

"There is no reason to be sorry, I am not at all upset with you," Barbatos assured you in a calm voice. "I only wish to know how I can assist you in feeling better." You sobbed into his chest instead of responding. "I love you very much. It will be alright."

The butler ran his fingers along your shoulders, humming while he did so and holding you close to himself with his other hand. It seemed like you cried for hours, eventually tuckering yourself out and subduing into small hiccups with trickling tears. "I love you... Th-Thank you for holding me..."

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Barbatos carefully guided your head back so he could gaze at your face. "Do you wish to speak with me about your troubles, my love?" You nodded, and he carefully kissed your lips before pulling a blanket over the both of you. "Alright, we should talk it out, then."

Barbatos listened to you as long as you needed.

[voidvendetta]

slight spoilers for LN DLC! Im’ begging you please play it! Anyway HAPPY BDAY LN DLC!

k hi so I’m rlly tired but who cares it’s the Little nightmares Dlc secrets of the maw’s birthday! And bc I don’t have any art to post, this is me just dumping about how much I love RK. (pulls up a google doc)

I love this short man.so much. I would die for him and the only thing that prevented me from doing so is because tarsier wouldn’t allow that. I am currently working on a plan to raid bandai naaco so I can trade my soul for RK’s, but that can wait. I would protect him with my every fiber and cell and would’ve pat him on the head.

 The reasons we have hands is because of him. I need to draw him. I need to make gifs of him being pat on the head. I need to drop everything and make a plush of him.

 While yes he did kill the granny, I mean like. cmon. She’s really cool and all but like, drowning is not cool. Don’t drown people kids.

But anyway back to RK, I am willing to bet he is one of, if the not one of the most wholesome characters in LN. Mono is great and all but if you said gullible was written on the ceiling he would look up while saying,”no it isn’t!!!” and he kind of killed some stuff but yeah. RK is amazing.

Other reasons while the DLC is prob one of my favs? It basically just upgrades what made LN so good and adds all sort of new ideas and levels for the audience to enjoy. They bosses still have some similarities, like the shoe monster and granny, and bringing back the janitor and lady, but I feel as if the DLC brings some new content as well. I also enjoyed how it focused on world building, and while this didn’t let us get a huge insight to RK, little nightmares only gave portages more subtle personalities up to interpretation, until recently with LN2. It added so much to the story and lore of Ln, and it’s a shame that not a ton of people know it that well. I’ve played it a good 3 times, and I have enjoyed a lot each and every time.

Conclusion: The DLC is my favorite (VERY closely to the rest of the games, LN holds a very dear place in my heart being fan of it for about 4 and half years) of then LN series, as it brings a lot of world building and answers and questions, but it left us more satisfied than hungry with questions. I want more people to acknowledge this game, as it’s honestly really good. And RK is blurb I’m sorry mono but you could’ve never compete with nome father.

[anadiasmount]

hi i’m ur recent fic u said something about « a tint of pink » on the readers cheeks. just letting u know that for people with darker complexions, we don’t really blush so seeing this stuff in writing can feel a bit exclusive. i’m 100% sure that it wasn’t ur intention but ur one of my fav writers on here so i just wanted to tell u. i hope this doesn’t come across as like naggy or massive criticism, it was just something i noticed xx

hi lovely!! 🤍🤍 noo thank you for telling me!! you didn’t come off naggy or critic at all, i actually prefer when someone tells me and corrects me in my writing!! the last i wanted was to make you or others feel not included, i want my blog to make everyone feel welcomed and somewhere they can come to rant and enjoy reading 🤍 i was kinda asleep and tired when i wrote so it was not my intention at all and i’m sorry for that!! i will go back and make the edit in the blurb and future fics 🤍🤍