#sorry i’m in a shit mood so every little thing is just gonna make me more annoyed

[teabookgremlin]

love when a friend texts me after months of not speaking and it sounds like she’s trying to make plans but she’s really just asking for a ride

[lovebugism]

hi bug!! for your shy!reader requests, idk if you’re going smutty w them but if you ARE: I love the concept of reader being generally pretty quiet, which extends to r’s sex life bc they’ve never thought to b otherwise… enter Hawkins’ own loudmouth DM who takes it upon himself to coax every noise out of reader that he can 💖🫡

ty for requesting! here's my first attempt at smut on here since 2023 :D — eddie teaches his quiet gf how to be louder in the bedroom (shy!fem!r, smut 18+)

Eddie’s face appears from beneath the covers — pale cheeks flushed, chestnut hair wild. He’s still got his ringed fingers wrapped ‘round your thighs, clutching you with the same intensity he’d had when his face was shoved between them. 

He blinks at you with chocolate eyes and drags his tongue across his lip. His pink mouth is softly swollen with use and glittering with your honey. “Is this okay?” he slurs between labored pants.

You lift your swimmy head from the pillow and peer at him through the valley of your breasts, rising and falling with each deep breath. You nod until the words catch up to you. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s— it’s good,” you answer breathlessly, though you don’t think that describes the half of it.

There aren’t enough words in the English language you could string together to describe how he makes you feel. How good he is with his tongue. How you’re throbbing clit still pounds like a heartbeat for more of him.

“Okay. Good,” he huffs with a lazy nod. 

His fingers fidget around your thighs when he shifts on the mattress, wincing slightly when his sensitive cock ruts against it. “I just… I wanted to make sure, you know? ‘Cause you weren’t… You weren’t really… Saying anything.”

He forces out a chuckle to keep the honeyed mood light while horror floods your features. Your eyes soften around the edges with worry. “What was I… What was I supposed to say?” you squeak.

“Nothing!” he answers quickly, eyes going wide when he senses your panic. “It’s just… Most— Most people moan when they feel good and stuff…” His lip quirks in a lopsided smile before a laugh sputters from them. “I mean, you’ve heard me. I’m fucking loud.”

He is. He’s more than loud, actually — full of gruff moans, pretty whimpers, and neverending praise. He never leaves you with an ounce of worry when you’re with him ‘cause he’s constantly rambling about how good you feel.

“Fuck, baby, that’s good— Oh, shit,” he babbled while he fucked your mouth, some minutes ago now. He whimpered after, high-pitched and faraway.“Gonna make me cum— so fucking hard— in your pretty little throat. Fuck, angel. Fuck—”

You writhe on the mattress, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in your own skin. 

You become acutely hyperaware of how bare you are below him, with his face mere inches from your glistening pussy and his chocolate eyes swimming with warmth. You feel more naked than you already are. Totally fucking see-through.

“Sorry,” you murmur sheepishly. “I just… I guess, I’m just quiet. I don’t know.”

Eddie smiles like he isn’t wearing your slick all over his chin. “That’s okay,” he assures with an innocuous twinkle in his eye. “But you don’t have to be. You know that, right?”

You blink at him until you realize the question isn’t rhetorical. 

His smile falls into a mischievous smirk when you nod. 

“Be as loud as you want for me, yeah? Make all the noise you want…”

—————

He’s a menace.

Eddie Munson is a total fucking menace.

He doesn’t eat your pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. No, he takes his good and well time with you — like he plans on doing this, and only this, for the rest of his life. 

Your inner thighs are slick with saliva. His spit drips down your ass, along with your honey, as his tongue laps mercilessly at your cunt. Slowly, gently, agonizingly. It’s like he can’t help but be so sloppy. Like he can’t help but drool all over your pussy ‘cause he loves it so damn much.

“Eddie, please,” you whine through heavy pants, clammy hands cradling your knees to keep them spread for him. “I wanna cum, Eddie. Please, I wanna cum.”

If he’s doing all this to get you talking, well, it’s fucking working.

His mouth smacks when it parts from your sensitive clit. The delicate button is as swollen as his lips are now. His pretty face is utterly blissed out — mouth rosy, eyes lidded, cheeks flushed. Like he’s found heaven in your pussy.

“Shit,” he huffs with a crooked smile, still a bit breathless. “You taste too good… Got me all distracted… Wasn’t tryin’ to tease you, babe, I swear.”

He pulls back the sticky hood of your cunt with a ringed hand. You keen when his thumb rolls over your throbbing clit. “Fuck, Eds,” you gasp — back arched, head thrown back.

“Need it that bad, huh?” He chuckles quietly when your hips buck into his hand, desperate for more. 

“Please, Eds,” you beg with your eyes squeezed shut. Tears burn in the very corners of them, stinging like you might cry at how good he’s making you feel. At how badly you want him to make you cum.

Spit dribbles from his pursed mouth onto your already slick pussy. He rubs it in with guitar string-calloused fingers, and your toes curl into the sheets. “Wanna cum?” he slurs, blinking slowly at your trembling form with pretty button eyes. “Wanna cream on my tongue?”

You whine at the vulgarity of his words — and at the lightning strike that rushes down your spine when his merciless fingers graze your pulsing clit. Swallowing down a sob, you nod rapidly against the pillow.

Eddie kisses your pussy like he would your mouth. Your honey clings to him when he pulls away, smirking up at you with glittering lips. “Then keep talking for me, yeah?”

[ennabear]

hi ennabearrrr...im back at it again...poppin in your inbox with a request for more loser!abby fluff if u want! 💙 i need her to be all blushy and squishy and i literally want to just EAT HER WHOLEKELFKTO love your writing soso much, it brightens up my day every time!

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ HIIII SWEET PLUTOBEAR!!!!! i love having you in my inbox don’t worry 🫶 i’ll build you a comfortable little nest so you can enjoy your stay and come back sometime... HEHE ANYWAYS making fun of this fucking loser again but she’s actually just me in another universe… nsfw at the end but i swear it’s cute!!! 18+

can’t stop thinking specifically about loser!abby falling asleep in front of you for the first time when she comes back from patrol completely wiped out. the trudge back to her room feels like it’s never ending, her whole body is sore and aching but she’d rather pass out in bed than on these concrete stairs. you’re sitting in her bed waiting for her— sheets freshly washed and pillows fluffed— when she clambers through the door. she doesn’t see you at first, yelping and almost falling backward when she realizes there’s another person in her bed.

“abby, it’s me.” you laugh, staring at her panting and hunched over form.

“jesus fuck, never do that again.” she sighs, holding her face in her hands.

you beckon her closer, opening your arms to make room for her. she flops right down on top of you, completely crushing you as her muscles relax. “how was patrol?” you prompt.

“mmmh, it wasn’t great.” she groans. “we almost lost a guy because he got shot in the leg. he was losing so much blood, saying shit like ‘tell my family i love them’ and it kinda freaked me out, you know how i am.”

“he’s gonna be okay though?”

“yeah. at least i think so. i just pray that never happens to me.”

“it won’t.” you assure her. “i love you too much to let it happen. plus, i wanna see what you look like with gray hair and wrinkles.”

she giggles softly into your neck, wrapping an arm around you and settling down. before long, her gentle breath turns into soft snores, and her soft snores turn into her sounding like a fucking chainsaw with a puddle of drool dripping down your neck.

you laugh again at your loser of a girlfriend, letting her exhausted cacophony of snores lull you to sleep like some sort of evil white noise. this was the first time in a while you fell asleep with such a smile on your face.

or… loser!abby oversharing to you while she’s drunk. you’ve never questioned why she was so sentimental about certain things, like how she could remember how and when she got every coin in her collection, but would never let you touch them. as soon as she got some alcohol in her system, she felt like it was impossible to shut up. (although she frequently felt that way, sober or not.)

it didn’t really cross your mind that she’d lost someone so close to her. sure, you’d lost your own family and friends a few times. the world is cruel but we adjust, we learn to grow around the grief, changing into bigger and better versions of ourselves. that’s what abby was good at.

she was so sweet, so confident, sometimes even a little bit of a badass although she’s a true dork at heart. so when you hear the story of her fathers passing, the brutality of it absolutely wrecks your heart. the fact that she was in the building when it happened, letting the mysterious murderer escape right under her nose, leaving her with a giant hole in her heart that could never be filled.

“i’m sorry…” she giggles through her waterfall of tears. “we were supposed to have fun tonight and i killed the mood. again.” you frown at your girlfriend, pulling her in for a tight hug and letting her sniffle into your shoulder. yeah, it’s true, she did technically ruin the mood. but how could you be mad at your baby? at least you know her better now, and she’d probably find another way to ruin the mood if not this one.

on a happier note, walking in on loser!abby masturbating... she’s actually had a great day today, and she wants nothing more than to be pleasured by her girlfriend to end it. she just doesn’t know how to ask for it. after giving you a quick parting kiss in the cafeteria, she showered and returned to bed, deciding to finally do something about the ache in between her legs. should she go get you? what if she just rubs one out really quick and then forgets about it? should she wait until you get back?

fuck it, she decides, and she’s instantly shoving two fingers into her weeping hole. the stretch is easy, she’s used to it by now. she whimpers as her fingertips graze her g-spot, reaching up to tug at one of her nipples. “abby?”

“oh, jesus!” she gasps, clamping her hand over her mouth as her cheeks redden. “you have got to stop doing that!”

“having fun?” you tease, watching as her blush spreads from her cheeks to her ears. “yeah… well, no actually.” she sputters. giggling, you climb on top of her and tug your shirt off, then lean forward to place a sweet kiss on her nose bump. “would you like some help?”

as soon as you get her approval, your lips are suckling onto her clit with two of your own fingers pumping in and out of her. she’s breathing incoherent praises like “gah, fuck! oh- it- i’m !!!” as you slide in and out of her, pausing repeatedly to lick up some of the slick that’s dripping down your hand.

once she tips over the edge, you rub her thighs in encouragement, mouth too occupied sucking up all of her cum to praise her verbally. when you pull away, she’s staring up at you with doe eyes. her lips, cheeks, nose— fuck, her whole face— looking more kissable than ever.

“i’m sorry.” she sighs once you have her wrapped up in a warm blanket, guiding her head to rest on your chest.

“for what?”

she ponders this for a second. she’s so used to apologizing for embarrassing herself that she forgot you’ll love her no matter what, even if it’s as awkward as walking in on her with her hands down her pants. “uhh, actually, i dunno anymore.” she smiles. “i love you though.”

you crane your neck down to kiss each of her eyelids as they flutter shut for the night. “i love you too, silly.”

[anticanonsposts]

könig taking care of us on our period but also not being afraid to fuck us 🙈

muahaha here you go darling 

cw: nsfw-mdni, p in v, fingering, blood, feelings of embarrassment, teasing??

You didn’t mean for it to happen but you invited your boyfriend König over and one thing led to another and now you were straddled on his lap, both of you shirtless, with no space in between the two of you, essentially consuming each other. His greedy little (big) hands were not being shy and running along every part of your body. Clawing your hands down to his fly you start to unzip it, feeling his growing hard dick under his pants. But he gently bats your hands away and instead works to take off your pants. Sitting up on your knees you help him by shimmying out of them which elicits a groan from him. 

‘Eager there big guy huh?’ you tease which earns you a soft spank to your butt. Giggling, you go back to eating his face only breaking away when he says,

“Can I finger you?” 

Responding with a nod and ‘mmhmm’ you start to get off of him to lay down but he stops you, ‘No I want to like this’ his eyes gleaming up at you, clearly in a horny haze. As you return your lips to his once more his right hand makes its way down to your core. Gently taking his ring and index finger he glides against your slick and runs his middle finger from your entrance up to your clit. Shivering slightly, he chuckles. Absolutely giddy with himself. He loved that he was able to please you, make you feel good, you worked so hard every day so he really enjoyed seeing you let loose. 

Gripping better onto his shoulders now, he slowly slides his middle finger into you, curving it slightly, then quickly adds his ring finger. 

You gasp a bit, not because of pain, but you always forget how much bigger his hands feel than other people you’ve been with. 

He quickly finds a good rhythm against you, curving his fingers in and out of you, his palm rubbing against your clit each time. Tongues still down each other's throats, the two of you stay like this for a few blissful minutes. Finally, wanting more, you pull away and say, “Shit, please just fuck me König” both of you lips puffy at this point. 

“Do you want it that bad, hmmm?” he teases back before coating your collar bones and chest with quick, light pecks.  

Bracing yourself on his shoulders you start to shift your weight off of him and he pulls his hand from you, only for both of you to realize his fingers and palm are covered in blood. 

“Oh my god!” you exclaim, this has never happened to you during sex before, some of your friends had told you how when this happened to them, it killed the mood. 

König’s eyebrows raise, his face surprised with a mild concern. Was he too rough with you? You’d done this before and nothing happened? But as soon as you cover your face with your hands out of embarrassment he figures out what’s going on. But before he can react you have already lept off of his lap and run into the bathroom. 

Closing the door behind you, you quickly grab some toilet paper to try and wipe any excess blood that has accumulated between your legs. You felt absolutely mortified, you were sure he was grossed out, sure he didn’t wanna see you anymore, your mind just kept filling and swimming with worry. You were broken out of this trance by a soft knock on the door. “Liebe? Please come out.” 

You open the door to your boyfriend standing there with a sheepish smile. “Oh shit here, wash your hands I’m sorry” you say which only gets a chuckle from him. As he grabs some soap and starts lathering his hand under the water  you say, “I’m sorry that happened, I didn’t realize I was gonna start my period today. We don’t have to continue if you don’t want, but shit you’re probably still hard, i can give you head if you want-” rambling on, only cut off by his lips meeting yours. 

“Liebe, do you remember what I do/did for work? Do you think a little blood bothers me, hmm? I understand if YOU don’t want to continue but just know you will get no hesitancy from me.” 

“Shit-Sorry I just thought you’d be grossed out-”

“Stop apologizing Liebling! It’s ok, I don’t mind, your body is doing what your body does….Now, do you wish to continue?”  he assures you, gently gripping your face in his huge (yes i know we know he’s big but you best believe i'm gonna mention it constantly rahhhh) hands. Noticing a small smile and glint in your eyes he mimics and starts smiling down at you. 

“Let’s get a towel, and you go ahead and lay down, ok?” he says grabbing an old towel from under your sink.  

Doing exactly what he suggested you grab the towel and make your way back to your bed, laying it out so that your bottom half can rest on it. You shimmy up, propping yourself up on your elbows, legs spread slightly. His eyes rake up your body as he rids himself of the rest of his clothes. 

Then the bed dips under his weight as he crawls his way up to you, caging you under him with his arms on either side of you. Your elbows lock around his neck, bodies pressed together once again, your mouths explore each other. That is until you are whining, legs wrapped around his waist, grinding your heat against this core. 

Knowing, he’s already teased you so much, he braces himself up with one of his arms and uses the other to line himself up with you, making sure to glide against you first. Then he slowly enters you, groaning at the feeling of you wrapping tightly around him. Finally bottoming out he looks down at you, immediately you give him a quick nod, begging with your eyes for him to start thrusting. And who is he to deny you? One elbow still propped up he uses his right hand to trap your jaw to keep your eyes on him, and uses his left hand on your hips, moving you as leverage for a better rhythm. 

As he fucks into you, he murmurs praise after praise into your ears, “Fuck, dummer schatz (silly darling/treasure), you’re worried a little blood would keep me away from this pussy? Nothing could keep me from enjoying you, du bist zu perfekt (you’re too perfect). Blushing from his words due to your ever growing German vocabulary all you can do is whimper back, telling him how good he feels. 

At this point he really starts pounding into you, slightly bouncing your hips off the bed to meet his thrusts. You move yourself with him, taking everything he has to give you. Feeling your core start to twitch he quits his hand from your hip and pushes your right leg up by the crook of your knee so that he more directly hits your g-spot. “mmmm-König-I’m..gonna cum” you moan looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes he loves so much. “I know libeling, come apart for me, ok? I’ve got you” he replies as you start rubbing slow circles around your clit. “I’m gonna cum with you, just tell me when you are!” he grunts out, more assertive as he is nearing his own climax. After a few more strong thrusts you finally come undone “oh fuck-König–mmmcuming!” you cry, core tightening around him, white hot pleasure coursing through your body. He groans in response and buries himself inside  of you, balls deep as if he’s trying to get you pregnant. 

“Fuck!”  you both say in unison before laughing. Carefully he pulls out of you and you sit up to ‘inspect the damage’. His dick definitely has blood on it, nothing horrific, but clearly you are bleeding. “See, I told you I don’t mind” he says before laying on his back, pulling you with him to rest on his chest. 

“We better shower babe” you pipe up still a bit nervous about the blood. 

“In a minute, I wanna hold you a little longer”

That was just the first time bestie: from then on any other time you were on your period but wanted to have sex….

would be one of the only times he got mildly frustrated with you

having to repeat over and over again that he couldn't care less about any blood, as long as you were down

if seeing the blood bothered you he would have you turn around so you didn’t have to see it at all

doing it in doggy so that you don’t have to see his dick come out of you covered in blood <3 he’s so sweet like that 

and then would quickly clean himself and you up so that you wouldn't second guess anything 

as I said he would already be so down for it, but when he found out that orgasms can help with cramps, call him tylenol because he is on you so fast

after a while you realize that he tends to overstimulate you so much more when you’re on your period…because he wants you to not be in pain 

this man is the DEFINITION of a period stops nothing but a sentence

[horangare]

body talk

pairing : wonwoo x fem!reader

content : smut (mdni), angst

in which : wonwoo doesn’t love you. you’re not supposed to love him. you’re painfully aware of this, but it’s too hard for you to give him up.

warnings : dacryphilia, a few curse words, asshole wonwoo, implied (kinda) infidelity in wonwoo’s case, unprotected sex (wonwoo pulls out), pet name (baby), sadness

wc : 643 words

note : so sorry wonwoo nation

Jeon Wonwoo is not your boyfriend. Jeon Wonwoo isn’t even your friend. Jeon Wonwoo is merely a stranger who you’ve let into your heart and your mind.

He’s not the perfect boy next door. He’s not your knight in shining armor. He’s not the stuff from fiction or fairytales.

He’s real. And he isn’t yours.

Wonwoo throws one of your legs over his shoulder, burying himself even deeper inside of you than he already was. “You’re so fucking tight, shit,” He groaned.

The tears didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop them. The more you tried to blink them away, more would fall.

“Don’t stop.” You said the words so quietly you were sure he didn’t even hear them. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. He wasn’t paying attention. Not to your face, at least.

Your eyes were like waterfalls.

You wanted more from Wonwoo. You wanted more with Wonwoo.

“Fuck, that’s right baby. You love this, don’t you?” His voice was laced with arrogance. He knew what he did to you. How cruel.

“Yeah… love it so much.” Would you have killed the mood of you told him you loved him? Probably so, which is why you bit your tongue.

Wonwoo knew just how to touch you to make you fall apart. All the right places that would have you wrapped around his finger. All the words to have you screaming his name when you came.

But Wonwoo never kissed you. He wouldn’t make eye contact with you. He hardly bothered with foreplay because he didn’t have time. He shouldn’t even be with you in the first place. You had all the time in the world for him.

Wonwoo’s hips snapped against yours so hard each stroke left you a little breathless. You were crying even harder now.

“So pretty when you cry, baby,” He said, wiping them away with his thumb and sticking it into your mouth.

The salty, wet taste of your own shame overwhelmed your senses as it spread around your taste buds. Your tears tasted just as sad and pathetic as you felt. Why did he have to say things like that?

How long has it been since the last time you two were like this? A week? A week and a half? Fuck, you’d let him come over every day if it meant you could have him this close to you all the time.

But he wasn’t yours.

You were close, so so close. Your teary eyes looked up and into his. “Gonna cum.” Wonwoo grinned at you, the words you had spoken still muffled by his finger. He pulled it away, pressing it down onto your clit and rubbing it in quick circles.

“Hurry up and cum for me then.”

Right. It was always “hurry up” and “i don’t have time for that” with him when it came to you. He had a life outside of you. You wondered what it would be like to be a part of it. To not be a secret.

His name escaped your lips in the form of a loud, breathy scream, which Wonwoo was quick to silence by slapping his hand over your mouth.

“Quit being so loud. What have I told you?” Another one of his rules.

You whispered out a weak “i’m sorry” like it would make a difference. It had already happened, and Wonwoo wasn’t happy.

Hips stuttering as he came closer and closer to his orgasm, Wonwoo pulled out of you, making you wince. He jerked himself a little before his cum shot out all over your thighs.

And then it was over. Wonwoo was leaving without saying goodbye. Without checking on you. Without a care in the world.

You wiped your tears, sighed, and carried your aching body to the bathroom.

Oh, how you wish Jeon Wonwoo could be yours. Maybe then things wouldn’t feel so bittersweet.

[berylcups]

La Squadra x Reader: Stop teasing me!

CW: suggestive content, pervy behavior

Notes: finally got some inspo squeezed out! 😅 now fyi the actions of the boys here are only acting as if you are their S/O. They know better than to be grabby towards coworkers- because that’s ✨ harassment ✨ hope you enjoy 💜 beryl

Risotto

This leader likes to tease. You think he wouldn’t but look at how much he teased Doppio when he was trying to kill him. You definitely getting teased. 😭

He likes to take one of his belts and cracks it to make a loud snap sound to make you jump. It never fails to make him chuckle.

“What do you think it would be like if I tied you down and spanked you with one of these?” He smirked.

“Noooooo that’s gonna hurt like hell! Don’t do it~!”

Whining just adds fuel to his fire.

“I bet it would hurt. I’m sure it would leave a good mark on your ass.” He chucked as he snapped it again.

He won’t really do it. 😅 unless you really REALLY want to.

He also likes to go invisible and sneak up near you and just lightly touch your arm and mimic like a spider's movement until you freak out and slap where you felt the tickle only to feel an invisible monstrous hand.

“Damn it Risotto! Don’t scare me like that!” You hissed.

“Heheheh sorry.” He chuckles. …he’s not sorry. But you know that already 😅

Formaggio

Ass or no ass, he’s gonna smack it every time. He always has an excuse to have you bent over to have yourself vulnerable for a spanking. This short king is gonna purposely drop stuff and ask you to pick it up so he has access to your poor ass 😭

“Hey baby, I dropped my wallet under the coffee table. Can you be a doll and pick it up for me?”

“My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun!” He laughed as he smacked your ass like a bongo drum.

He plays your ass like the drums. Feel free to fart on him to get him to stop. ✋ 🛑 …well it might just make him laugh more probably-he’s definitely not prudish 😅

Illuso

The king of teasing. He so rude 😭

He likes to take whatever you're focused on like a magazine, cell phone, or a game boy right out of your hands and hold it up so you can’t get it back. He’s gonna make you jump and beg for it. If you have a chest/pecs he’s gonna look disrespectfully as you feebly jump up to grab your stuff back.

“Oh~! You’re so close! Just a little higher! Keep jumping Y/N!”

He also likes to jump scare you anytime you’re near a mirror. He’ll grab you by the shoulders and yell “gotcha!!!” and laugh like an evil asshole while dragging you into the mirror realm to give you a shit ton of kisses…and if you allow him, to go further 👀(this is his way of making up for jumpscaring you 😅)

Pesci

This boy is just too sweet to tease. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try!

He pretends like he’s going in to kiss you and then end up kissing your cheek and blows on it making a raspberry. 😂

He’s a tummy lover so he’s gonna pin you down so you can’t squirm your way out of a belly raspberry. I think fart noises are funny to him lmao- just don’t fart for real 😳 he doesn’t judge-he just doesn’t want to accidentally embarrass you!

Prosciutto

He doesn’t look like a teaser but he is. Don’t let his no nonsense attitude fool you. He likes to come up next to you and snap your bra straps(if you wear them), your not safe even if you don’t have boobs… he likes to hook a finger under the waistband of your underwear and snap it hard 😫 …stockings and garter belts aren’t safe either! He has big shit eating grin on his face too when you whine and scowl at him over it.

“Heh calm down Y/N. It doesn’t sting THAT bad. If you're gonna act like a brat I can give you something to really cry about.” He smirks.

Melone

This butthole loves to ruin the mood by telling you cursed things about the human body.

“Did you know that the skin on your lips and the skin on your anus is the same type of skin?”

“MEL STOP 🛑 ✋ “

“If we kissed right now we’d make one long tube from asshole to asshole… that’s kinda romantic if you think about it.”

“FUCKING STOP!!!”

“They make molds of your asshole for Valentine’s Day chocolates … would it be romantic of me to make you some of mine? …can I get some of yours too..?”

“MELONE!!! SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!!!”

If you start hitting him out of disgust he’s just gonna moan fakely like a pornstar.

💜“Oh yes~! Hit me harder Zaddy/Zommy! Ooooh~! Give it to me good~!” 💜

Everyone in the entire building is going to hear him act like a complete whore. Keep that Hand strong and tell that slut to behave himself! 😤

Ghiaccio

This dick is a massive teaser. He’ll take every word you say wrong and say it’s one of your Y/N-isms.

“Pfft did you really just say pasketti?! Don’t you mean SPAGHETTI??? That's going into the book of Y/N-isms.”

“NYUHG KI??? You sound like you are trying to vomit! It’s gnocchi!” He’s gripping his sides from laughter, you might make him sick himself from laughing so hard!

He doesn’t mean any ill will by it. He secretly thinks it’s cute when you say words wrong whether you do it on purpose or not.

A couple of his favorite words you say is:

Bong gee or no - Buon Giorno

Fuuuuuuuuusili - Fusilli

Nayro dee saypee uh - Nero Di Sepia

EXpresso- espresso

Brew SHIT uh - Bruschetta (this one kills him the most because you didn’t use the “sk” sound 😂)

Another thing he likes to do is just plain evil… he makes his hands extra cold and grabs you with them to make you jump. He can’t stop laughing when your whining and begging for him to stop grabbing you with his icy hands 🙌 …he always makes a beeline towards your chest and grabs. Yes. Under the shirt. He’s an evil little man 👀

[patheticlittlemen]

i loved ur testosterone post! its v nice to see more trans reader posts :] can i request one with sebastian, alex, and haley?

HOW SDV BACHELORS REACT TO TESTOSTERONE CHANGES PT 2

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Super busy with work and class but here ya go :3 (Once again, mostly based off my experiences on testosterone and a bit NSFW)

ALEX

General- A little jealous of some changes but excited to help you experience what it's like being a man.

Body hair

The cold of winter is finally gone, and it’s time to plant new seeds for the spring. Now that it’s warmed up a bit, you decide to wear shorts instead of your usual jeans. When you walk into the kitchen you see Alex.

“Hey, babe!” He calls out. He walks over to you, picks you up, and places you on the counter. He kisses you and runs his hands along your thighs. Brows furrowing, and he pauses and looks down.

“Whoa! Have you always had this much leg hair?” He leans down, running a hand down your shins.

“It’s new. I’ve been wearing pants a lot, I guess you just never saw.” You say, and Alex places a gentle kiss on your thigh.

“It suits you.”

Facial hair

“Hey, testosterone makes you grow facial hair, right?” Alex asks one night.

“Yeah, that’s a pretty well-known side effect of it. Why?” You ask. Alex hesitates before answering.

“I just…if you grow a better beard than me, I’m gonna be so jealous.” He admits. You smile and grab his hand, squeezing it.

“I can’t make any promises, hun.”

“Fine, I can handle you being the more handsome one in this relationship as long as I’m still the strongest.”

Voice

Laughs every time your voice cracks then profusely apologizes. He loves your raspy morning voice and every time you speak in the morning he blushes.

Bottom growth

Impressed by it. Says, “damn, you grew that all yourself?” And then after you roll your eyes from the comment, he gives you mind-blowing head.

Libido

Horny motherfucker. Like Shane, loves to try anything with you and will give you whatever you want whenever you want.

Bonus: Muscle growth

“Alex, look! I’ve been working out lately…” You flex and Alex’s eyes go wide.

“Holy shit!” He walks over and squeezes your bicep. “Damn, you’re gonna be more jacked than me.”

“Don’t worry, hun. I’m basically on steroids right now, so I gain muscle more easily. I���m basically cheating.” You reassure him.

SEBASTIAN

General- Super supportive and helpful with everything. Does research to make sure you're going through your transition in a healthy way.

Body hair

He likes the hair on your arms and hands. Gushes about how masculine it makes you look.

Facial hair

You wake up to sunlight streaming in through your window. Sebastian’s arms are wrapped tightly around you and his face is buried in your neck.

“Good morning, love.” You murmur and Sebastian pulls back, smiling at you.

“Morning.” He leans in to kiss you, then nuzzles his cheek against yours. He quickly pulls back, a strange expression on his face. He brings his hand up to your face, brushing against your jawline.

“Scratchy. I guess I’ll have to get used to that, huh?” Sebastian grins. “It’ll look great on you.”

Voice

Makes you hum to him while he falls asleep. He gets so excited when your voice drops and tries hard not to laugh when your voice cracks.

Bottom growth

A little confused by it at first, but he wants to learn how to please you. Loves dirty talking about it (i.e. “you’re so hard for me,” “such a pretty cock”).

Libido

Surprisingly keeps up well with you. Of course, he’s not always in the mood, but he loves pleasuring you. He’s very excited to try new things (especially if you want to be dominant).

Bonus: Hunger

You walk into your cabin after a long day of working on the farm. Sebastian is standing in the kitchen, wearing a “kiss the cook” apron. He turns around as you walk in and smiles.

“Hello, darling.” He walks over and kisses you.

“What are you making?” You ask, looking at what’s on the stove.

“Oh! I’ve done some research on what foods are good for you while on testosterone and made some dinner. It’s got vegetables, a lot of protein, and some carbs. There’s some electrolyte water in the fridge for you, too. I know you’ve been super hungry lately, so I’m hoping this will fill you up!” Sebastian smiles.

“You did that for me? I love you so much.”

“Just making sure my husband is happy and healthy.”

HALEY

General- Happy to see you becoming the person you truly are.

Body hair

You’re sitting on the couch, legs across Haley’s lap. She’s absentmindedly stroking them when she pauses.

“Have you ever thought of waxing your legs?”

“No.” You wince at the thought. “That would hurt! Also, I’ve worked hard to grow this much hair.” 

“Just curious. You do have very hairy legs, though. Very manly”

Facial hair

“And then, one of my chickens fell into the pond! So that’s what I had going for me this morning.” You chuckle and look over to Haley, who smiles. Her brows furrow for a second and she leans in, staring intensely at your chin.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You ask, and Haley reaches out and touches your chin, then happily squeals.

“You’re growing a beard!” She says happily.

“I mean, it’s just peach fuzz right now, but-” Haley cuts you off with a kiss.

Voice

Obsessed with your voice. Asks you random questions just to hear you speak and makes you talk to her as she’s falling asleep.

Bottom growth

Before testosterone, she was always good with her mouth and despite her lack of experience with bottom growth, she’s amazing with yours. Can always find the right spots and loves to hear you whimper when she hits them.

Libido

Not always able to keep up with you, but if she ever catches you jerking off she’ll offer a hand (or a mouth). She’s always glad to help you out and is willing to try new things for you.

Bonus: Senses changing

You’re working on a cake with Haley. Every now and then you two like to bake together, as a little date.

“Babe, is something wrong? I’m not fighting you to keep your fingers out of the icing like usual.” Haley teases.

“You’re right. I dunno, I guess I just don’t have as much of a sweet tooth now.” You say.

“More for me then!” Haley sticks her finger in the icing and licks it.

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[sturniolo-rat]

✨Chris Sturniolo Headcanons✨

For Black Girls✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

💋 Chris loves black girls

I’m sorry but in my head Chris prefers black girls. Like Atlanta Georgia black girls… thick, dark, dressed to the nines, hair done, acrylic nails 💅🏽💅🏾💅🏿absolute fucking queens. Like I don’t describe Y/N in any way but best believe if it’s a Chris fic she’s black to me.

💋 He sees fucking hates racists

This doesn’t actually need to be said but I figured We’d get this out of the way first. Chris definitely listens to you when you talk about race issues so he knows all about micro aggressions. He always notices them and stands up for you every time. “Baby, if anyone says that shit to you again I’m gonna catch an assault charge!”

💋 He owns silk sheets

This man most definitely would buy a full set of silk sheets after you sleep over his house for the first time and he notices you brought your own satin/silk pillowcase. He doesn’t realize it’s for your hair until he surprises you with them the next time you sleep over and you tell him. “Oh, I just thought you were being bougie.” Then he buys more sets of them because he decides to throw away all his cotton sheets.

💋 He learns your hair care routine

Chris is the only white person you trust to touch your hair. He makes taking care of your hair into a really loving and intimate experience. If you’re in the bath he adds epsom salts, sets up candles, and does a bunch of stuff to set the mood. “You have any music requests, Mama? If not I’m probably just gonna put on the sexy time playlist.” He sits out side of the bath and takes his time washing and conditioning your hair making sure to detangle and section it the way you taught him. He does the same thing when you’re in the shower except he stops occasionally to pull you close and feel you up. “Come here, Baby. You’re so fuckin’ pretty and you smell so nice and clean. I just can’t resist.”

💋 He sits with you when you’re getting your hair braided and brings you snacks

Before your appointment he packs you a lunch bag full of snacks for the both of you because of course he’s coming with you. “Alright, Baby, we’ve got Doritos, McDonald’s chicken nuggets, and a shit ton of candy. We’re all set to go.” If you think he’s not gonna come when you’re gonna be in the chair unable to get away from his yapping you are sorely mistaken. He’s always keeping everyone entertained and happy. “What’s up ladies! You have any tea for me today.” It’s just him feeding you snacks and having silly conversations with you and the person doing your hair. If you ever show up to your appointment without him everyone misses him.

💋 He pays for your acrylics

He insists on giving you the money every two weeks because he’s just “helping to keep his princess feeling pretty” He also likes to help you figure out designs and themes nails. He sends you random texts with nail inspo all the time. “I know a zoo theme seems extra, but let me cook, Mama!” I’m certain that he makes you get a C for Chris on one of your nails every time you get new set. This probably isn’t exclusive to black girls but like as a black person who gets their nails done I like to go all out on the designs and shit gets expensive.

💋 You convince him to wear a durag

He only agrees to do it one time in the house. You use the situation to teach him its use and significance in black hair care. It takes him a few tries and you have to demonstrate it a lot but eventually he is able to put it on correctly and he looks super cute. Not cute in a “this is a good look for you” kind of way, but in an aww “the little white boy is engaging in cultural appreciation” type of way. “I think if anyone saw me like this I would get cancelled.”

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jealousy (dom!junmyeon)

pairing: kim junmyeon x reader genre: smut, pwp word count: 2.1k synopsis: you make junmyeon jealous so he punishes you in his favourite way warnings: sadist dom!junmyeon, masochist sub!reader, established relationship, jealousy, whipping, degradation, name calling, piv, pussy slapping

author's note: this is unedited, i'm sorry!

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“This is what you fucking wanted, isn’t it?” Junmyeon said, anger in every syllable. “You wanted to make me jealous so I would act like this?” He shoved you against the wall, pinning you there.

“No, I swear,” you replied, your voice a strained whimper. 

“Liar,” he spat at you. “You’ve been trying to drive me crazy all night.”

“It’s not true.” You really hadn’t been trying to make him jealous. The two of you had been together at an SM Entertainment company party, celebrating the launch of some new business venture along with his fellow members as well as many others. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. The drinks were flowing and Baekhyun had been in a particularly jovial mood, regaling you with stories of his latest vacation. The two of you were huddled in a corner while he was showing you the pictures on his phone.

And sure, maybe he had been flirting a little. He was Baekhyun, it was what he did. He just was a flirt. It didn’t mean anything. He’d linger a little too long on any vacation photos where he was on the beach, wet and topless, waggling his eyebrows at you jokingly while you giggled and rolled your eyes.

You hadn’t realised that Junmyeon was watching the two of you, seething the entire time. He hadn’t shown it. No, he was far too dignified and professional to lose his shit in public like that, not to mention he had his perfect idol image to maintain. Instead he merely ignored you when you would try to get his attention. But as soon as the two of you got home, it was like a switch had been flipped.

You were against the wall with Junmyeon’s arms on both sides of you. He was staring you down and you felt yourself shrink underneath his hard gaze.

“Junmyeon, baby, I wasn’t trying to make you jealous,” you said soothingly. You tried to reach out and put a comforting hand on his cheek but he grabbed you by the wrist. 

“Did I say you were allowed to touch me, you fucking slut?”

The harsh words had you at once feeling chagrined and aroused. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re gonna be,” Junmyeon said, taking a step back. “Take off your panties.”

“I- I’m not wearing any,” you stammered in response. You cast your eyes down on the floor, not even able to look him in the face. “For you, not anyone else. I thought it would be a fun little thing for after the party. I would’ve told you during the party but you would barely talk to me.”

You finally looked up at him and you saw the muscle in his jaw twitch ever so slightly. He snapped his fingers, pointing to the bedroom you shared. “Get in there and bend over the bed. Now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You ran to your room and did as you were told, bent over the bed with your ass in the air. It was a few minutes before Junmyeon entered the room, presumably because he knew the anticipation would only serve to make you wetter. He got behind you and lifted the skirt of your dress up over your ass, exposing you. He gave you one quick, hard spank and you yelped at the pain.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

You did, and he began to tie them up with what you knew was his tie from the way the soft silk of it felt on your wrists. He then reached down and stuck two fingers deep into your already sopping wet cunt. It made you moan to finally have something inside you.

“Desperate whore,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and wiping them on your dress. You heard the jingle of his belt and you knew he was taking it off. “Brace yourself.” 

Brace myself for what? You thought, seconds before you felt his belt whipping you across the ass. You yelped loudly and he chuckled. 

“Junmyeon!” You cried, tears already forming in your eyes.

“Hmm?”

“That- It really hurt,” you said, pathetically.

“That’s the point, love,” he said, but he gave your ass cheek a comforting rub anyway. “Do you want me to stop?” You two had never used a safe word. If you ever wanted to stop, you just told him and he would.

You shook your head. “No… I liked it. You buried your head into the sheets, embarrassed at your confession.

“I know,” Junmyeon said, whipping you again, but lighter this time. “Spread your legs more. I can see by the way your slutty pussy is gushing for this, you little pain slut.”

You whined out, but didn’t protest, spreading your legs as he asked. He whipped you again, and again, and again. Every time he saw those little pink welts criss-crossing your ass, he got more excited. Seeing your pussy drip down your thighs as he marked you up was making his cock twitch in his pants and he couldn’t wait until the moment it was buried inside your cunt.

He whipped you again and you kept on making delicious little pained noises that only served to arouse him further. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, sir,” you whined, “I’ve been such a whore today. I deserve to be punished. Whip me more, please.”

“Good girl. I like when you know your place,” Junmyeon replied. He began whipping you again, focusing more on your thighs now, as your ass didn’t look like it could take much more. “Desperate sluts deserve to be hurt, don’t they?”

“Yes, sir,” you repeated, revelling in the pain and pleasure. You heard Junmyeon throw his belt down onto the hardwood floor behind you. He came up right behind you and put two fingers in your cunt again. It was shameful how easy he was able to enter you. He pumped your pussy a few times, and took his fingers out, leaning forward and showing you his slick soaked fingers.

“Do you think it’s normal to get this wet when a man hurts you? Don’t you think that’s a little fucked up?”

Shame spread throughout your body at what he said, “I’m sorry,” you apologised as his degrading words only made your desire for him stronger.

Junmyeon wiped his soaked fingers on your face and you winced, feeling the coolness of your arousal on your cheek. Your hands were still tied behind your back so you couldn’t wipe it off, not that you would’ve tried without Junmyeon’s permission.

“So,” Junmyeon said, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up off the bed. You looked him in the eyes and he slapped you across the face. “Did I say you could look at me?”

“No, sir, sorry, sir,” you babbled, your cheek now smarting as well as your ass. You looked down at your feet so you didn’t see Junmyeon’s smirk.

He picked you up and threw you on the bed. You landed with a gentle thump on your belly and you squealed, although it didn’t actually hurt. Junymeon got on the bed and untied your wrists. He then flipped you over onto your back and tied them to the headboard instead. Your freedom had been so fleeting and always under his control.

He looked down at you and you closed your eyes, not that you would’ve minded getting slapped again, but you didn’t want to test him. You heard him chuckle, and he leaned down, sucking a hickey onto your breast. “You’re such a good, obedient slut for me when it’s just us. So why do you have to act like such a whore in public?”

You bit your lip, “I’m sorry, sir,” you repeated.

“Sorry, sir,” he mocked, a girlish imitation of your voice. “That’s all you can say for yourself. You’re so pathetic.”

You were going to apologise again, an automatic reflex at this point, but you stopped yourself. Junmyeon ran his hand down over your body, between your breasts, down your belly button and finally stopping when he got to your cunt, his fingers deftly rubbing your clit.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and you did, opening your eyes to meet his dark ones. He looked at you with amusement, enjoying the way you were falling apart underneath him. Without warning, he pulled his hand back and gave your cunt a smack. You yelped in pain, and he did it again.

“Tell me how much you love it when I hurt you.”

“I love it so much, sir,” you said, as tears filled your eyes when he smacked your pussy again. You were struggling against your restraints but it was no use. He smacked you once more. You cried out and he smiled sadistically.

“You’re so pretty when you cry, you know that?” He meant it. Something about your swollen eyes and lips always made him want to fuck you senseless. He smacked your cunt again and you screamed. 

“Please stop… No more,” you said, trying to close your legs. 

“Has my baby had enough?” Junmyeon asked, his voice softening considerably. He was always in tune with you and he never wanted to push you beyond your limits.He rubbed you between the legs in a gesture meant to comfort.

You nodded and he kissed you on the lips soothingly.

“Please Junmyeon… I need you…” you whined when he broke the kiss. “Please?”

“Does my baby wanna be fucked now? After she’s been such a bad girl?”

“Yes, please,” you said, stopping yourself from apologising again. 

“Fine. You’ve been taking your punishment so well that I think you deserve a little treat.” Junmyeon positioned himself on top of you, getting in between your legs and pressing the tip of his cock to your wet folds, teasing you as you squirmed. “You’ll never fucking do that again, will you? Hmm? I won’t catch you in the corner of some room giggling away with Baekhyun or anyone again?”

“No, I won’t. It won’t happen again, I promise,” you replied. Just fuck me already, you wanted to scream, but you didn’t dare.

“Good girl,” Junmyeon said, as he pushed himself into you. Both of you moaned as he entered your body.

He began moving inside you while kissing you at the same time. You knew he wanted this as much as you did and you felt ecstatic at finally, finally being fucked. 

“Does it feel good?” Junmyeon asked, continuing to kiss your face.

“Yes… God, so good,” you said, giving a little gasp of pleasure as he hit all your sweet spots.

“Your pussy always feels amazing,” he said with a groan. He moved deeper inside you, and you arched your back at the intrusion. You want to grab him, to hold on to him, or to something but your restraints wouldn’t allow it so you just released a frustrated moan.

Junmyeon smirked, slowing down and allowing you to gather yourself. “Is something the matter?”

“I just want to touch you, sir. Please…” You shook your wrists, gesturing to where you were tied to the headboard. You wanted desperately for him to remove them.

He looked at your tied wrists, as though he was contemplating whether or not to do it. He seemed to come to a swift decision though.

“No.”

With that, he sped up his pace again, his hands on either side of you as he looked you in the eyes. He liked how helpless and vulnerable you were underneath him. And he especially liked watching you struggle so pitifully, resulting in those pretty pink marks on your wrists. 

“I’ve been too fucking nice to you already, you little slut,” he said, breathlessly, “You need to learn you don’t get to have everything you want.”

“But sir,” you began to protest, but they died in your throat once he began using his thumb to play with your clit. In a split second you were close. “Gonna cum,” you managed to squeak out seconds before you did.

You came with a moan all over his cock. He hadn’t said you could, and you usually asked permission but he let it slide considering how far gone he was too. Groaning, he soon came inside of you, like he always did.

The two of you laid in the bed, catching your collective breaths. Junmyeon untied you and you tucked yourself into his warm body. He gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“Learned your lesson?” he asked, teasingly.

“Hmm… I think I might need a reminder eventually,” you quipped back.

“Well, I’ll always be here to give it to you.”

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[silenceofthecookies]

Top shelf - Rocinante x reader (GN)

Genderneutral reader Warnings: none Word count: 713

More and more clouds were rolling in, blocking out the bright rays of the sun. Judging by the color, it would rain soon. With a sigh, you walked to your closet and grabbed one of your sweaters. It seemed summer was officially over, and fall was coming. The thought saddened you a little. For 3 months, you had enjoyed the rays of sunshine on your skin, sitting in front of the fan, having an excuse every single day to go swim... but now, that was all over.  

Not wanting to ruin your mood, you started thinking about everything good about fall. The beautiful colors of the falling leaves. A nice hot beverage to warm you up from the inside. Soft blankets to sit under. Nobody forcing you to go outside because ‘it’s such nice weather’. And how could you forget? Sitting side by side with your lover, his coat wrapped around both of you.  

There was something safe about sitting together with Rocinante like that. You were never sure if it was his height, the warmth of his body and his coat, or the way he’d always casually sneak his arm around you to hold you close.  

A cold wind coming through the open window snapped you out of your thoughts. You closed the window and left your room, hoping to find the person who had been occupying your thoughts for the past few minutes. You found him pretty easily, standing outside to smoke. You smiled and opened the door, peeking only your head out, wanting to stay in the warmth of your home.  

“Cora, I’m a little cold so I’m gonna make hot cocoa. Do you want some?” It was as much a question as it was a subtle hint. ‘I’m cold, so come snuggle me’.   Rocinante only nodded in response, still pretending to be mute in case someone overheard. 

Satisfied with the answer, you walked towards the kitchen, ready to make some hot cocoa. First you opened the fridge, noticing the milk was on the top shelf. You grabbed the little stool you had in the kitchen, just for occasions like these. The house was made for Rocinante’s size after all, and you were smaller. Once you got the milk, you went to grab two big mugs. Noticing the bottom shelf of the cupboard was empty, you groaned. You looked at your trusty stool, but realized that you’d have to get something bigger to reach the mugs. The chairs at the dining table would do.  

As you were pulling the chair to the cupboard, Rocinante entered. He smiled as you struggled with the size of his house. From the moment you had moved in with him, it had been an obstacle. But no matter how often he had offered to grab things for you, you’d always insisted on doing it yourself, climbing onto everything in the kitchen to get what you wanted.  

“Babe.”  

You were standing on the counter, your back facing him, holding on to the shelf you were looking into. Rocinante recognized the tone in your voice, and already was struggling to suppress his laughter. You slowly turned to face him, holding the bag of cocoa powder in one hand, while holding on to the shelf with the other.  

“Can you stop putting everything on the top shelf?!”  

Rocinante couldn’t hold it in anymore, laughing loudly at your outburst. He had been putting everything on the top shelves on purpose as a way of teasing you. For weeks now, he had been waiting for you to notice. And your reaction was worth it. Seeing you standing on the counter, a little frown on your face, holding on to the bag of cocoa powder. You looked so small. And so done with his shit.  

Noticing your struggle to safely climb off the counter, Rocinante walked towards you and picked you up, pulling you into a hug.  

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s just that you look cute climbing on everything like that.”   “I am not cute!”   “If you say so. Now, let’s make that hot cocoa, you went through so much effort to grab everything, after all.” Rocinante couldn’t stifle his laughter anymore at the end of the sentence, laughing loudly while still holding you against his chest.  “Oh fuck you, Roci”  

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Carnal chapter five

Summary: Daisy takes Mattheo to her home in Hogsmeade and reveals the events that led to her living there.

Warnings (please read these): 18+, Heavy angst, discussions of death and loss, emotional vulnerability, but on happier notes, idiots in love, mentions of masturbation, slight dom!Matty who refuses to let Daisy think badly about herself, badass!Daisy who wont let anyone say shit about her man, major relationship progression, idk guys they're just super in love and its so cute

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x f!OC Daisy Waters

Word count: 5343

A/N: I'm sorry in advance for how this chapter will break your hearts, guys. If it makes you cry, you're not alone, I had a major breakdown while writing it. But the end scene makes it all worth it, I promise.

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Daisy woke early the next morning, feeling restless and anxious after dreaming about Mattheo. Dreaming about him was nothing new for her but they usually ended happily. This one hadn’t, Mattheo rejecting her after she revealed her secrets to him, telling her that he could never love someone like her. 

She slowly got ready for the day, the dream weighing heavily on her mind as she was planning on telling Mattheo the story of how she had come to live in Hogsmeade. It wasn’t a happy tale, one she usually kept to herself, but she wanted him to know. 

Standing in front of her mirror she shook her whole body, head to toe like a dog, trying to get into a better mood. You’re gonna see him in a little while, that will cheer you up. In the meantime focus on finding a cute outfit. You can do this, Daisy. 

Looking through her wardrobe she quickly decided on an outfit; a black denim miniskirt, a nirvana tee shirt she’d ripped the sleeves off of, fishnet tights, and an old pair of Dr. Martens. Smiling to herself in the mirror she hooked a black leather choker around her neck before sitting down to do her makeup. Thanking Merlin she could use magic for this step, she brought her wand up to her face, saying the spells to perfectly apply her desired look. Finishing with a swipe of her new blood red lipstick, one she knew would set Mattheos heart racing, she looked herself over one last time before heading to the Great Hall. 

Sighing sadly when she didn’t find Mattheo waiting for her near the stairs like he usually did, she went inside, eyes immediately going to the Slytherin table. Where is he? I need to see his handsome face. Turning for the Hufflepuff table she took a seat near the end, pouring herself a glass of pumpkin juice. After twenty minutes of checking the doors and his table she was growing tired of waiting for him, her hunger making her grumpy. Standing, she loaded her plate with a few spoonfuls of eggs, half a dozen pieces of bacon, four pieces of toast, and after debating for a minute, a couple sausage links. It was a lot of food but she would eat every bite and be just as hungry again by lunch time. 

She couldn’t explain it, just one more thing I don’t understand about being an animagus, after her first transformation she was starving all the time, as though she needed to fill both stomachs. She knew Mattheo had noticed the amount she ate, usually at least double what he did, but he never brought it up. She loved him for that, thank you for never bringing up the ridiculous amount of food I stuff into my mouth every day, Matty, I’m not sure I could explain it. 

Daisy began to eat, humming happily to herself with every bite. That was something Mattheo did comment on, the little happy dance she did, wiggling in her seat and humming, when her meal tasted especially yummy. “What are you doing, Daisy? Are you dancing? Oh no, please don’t stop, it’s so very cute, I swear.” He had laughed and attempted to kiss her even though her mouth was full, making them both laugh. Now, she’d noticed, he waited to take his first bite, anxious to know if she thought the food was worthy of her excitement, smiling when she began to hum. 

Where are you, Mattheo? Swallowing her food she lifted her head and took a deep breath, hoping to smell him over the food. Scents from all over the Great Hall hit her like a bag of bricks, too many of them containing bad body odor, or strong perfume. Her eyes watered as she took another breath, shaking her head and lowering it to her food to cancel out some of the scents of her peers. Gonna have to rely on your ears to find him today, Daisy. Closing her eyes she listened to conversations around the room, silverware scraping against plates, footsteps on the stairs outside. Right when she was about to give up she heard a sound she was becoming quite familiar with, his racing heart beat. Smiling to herself she resumed eating, glad he would be with her again soon. 

Mattheo was racing through the castle as quickly as his exhausted body would carry him. His muscles were sore and he yawned so hard he almost ran into a Ravenclaw student passing by. I really should have gotten more sleep last night. I know I was having a good time but this might be too high a cost. He had spent the night doing exactly what Daisy had told him to, wasting hours stroking his cock, cumming hard for her multiple times, whimpering her name with each one. In between each session he would wave his wand, cleaning himself up, and open his sketchbook to draw her. She was naked in each picture, posing in exposing manners, all of his attention going into her breasts and pussy, and he hoped the details were similar to her actual body. 

Rushing into the Great Hall his tired eyes found her quickly, his feet carrying him to her. Sitting down beside her he leaned in, pressing a few soft kisses to her temple as she chewed. “Sorry I slept so late, princess. Had a long night jerking it to you, pretty girl.” 

Daisy’s eyes widened, a deep blush spreading across her face, making Mattheo chuckle. “Are you telling me you didn’t do the same, little one?” He saw her swallow and slipped his hand under her chin turning her head to face him. Fuck, those lips. There’s no way she doesn’t know what she does to me. Capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, he groaned, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer. The world around him disappeared, Daisy the only thing he cared about. 

“Get a room, freaks.” The words registered in his mind but he ignored them, kissing her harder. “I can’t believe Mattheo Riddle chose her.” “I can’t believe Daisy chose him, have you heard the stories about him?” Ignore it. Ignore it. Focus on Daisy. He felt her tense and slid his hands into her hair to keep her thinking about him. “You could do better, Waters.” 

Daisy was on her feet, face to face with a fellow Hufflepuff girl before Mattheo could stop her. “Are you looking for another broken nose, Brooke?” He rose, slowly moving closer to her, gently resting his hand on her back. Is she growling again? He could feel the vibrations in her chest, ears just barely picking up the rumble coming from her lips. 

“Daisy, she’s not worth getting into trouble for, baby. Come back and finish breakfast with me.” 

“She’s not, but you are.” His heart skipped a beat, no one had ever said that about him before. Does she really mean that? Gods please let her mean that. 

Brookes eyes flashed with surprise, apparently not expecting Daisy to fight back and certainly not expecting Mattheo to be the level headed one here. Daisy took her surprise as a sign of weakness, stepping even closer to the girl. “Do not speak of things you know nothing about. Get out of here. Now.” The growl he heard in her voice got louder with every word until she was practically snarling, spitting the last word at the offending girl. Brooke let out a frustrated squeal and turned, storming out of the Great Hall.  

“Daisy,” wrapping his arms around her waist, he guided her back to the table. “Did you mean that? You really think I’m worth getting into trouble for?” He didn’t care if it came off as insecure, he needed to know for sure, his eyes searching hers for any sign of regret. 

“Of course I mean it, Mattheo.” She slid a hand up his arm, running her fingers over his cheek and through his hair. “There’s very few things I wouldn’t do for you.” 

Pressing his forehead against hers he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop himself if he tried. “I love you.” Blurting out the words he felt his cheeks flush, eyes widen, and then his breath slip away as she leaned over to kiss him. Melting into her touch, he lifted her into his lap, kissing her jaw, working his way down her neck. Is this a choker she’s wearing? Fuck, pretty girl, you know just how to get to me. 

“Mmmm, Matty, let’s get out of here…” She whispered to him, trailing her fingers through his hair again. 

“Your dorm or mine?” His voice laced with a growl, he began to tighten his grip on her, not letting her get away just yet, rocking his hips so she could feel just what she did to him. 

The groan that left her was exactly what he needed to hear. “Hogsmeade. I want to take you home, Matty.” 

This caught his attention, his mind kicking into overdrive. Home? Her home? Gods what if her parents are there, she wouldn’t be taking me home to meet them so soon would she?! This from the guy who just blurted out that he loves her after a single week. Clam down, Mattheo. 

Loosening his hold on her, he gave her one more kiss before helping her slip off his lap. Once they were both standing he took her hand. “Lead the way, pretty girl.” 

You didn’t say it back. Why didn’t you say it back? You know you feel the same way about him, so why not say it? 

Daisy was doing her best to ignore the voice in her head and enjoy their slow walk to Hogsmeade, but she felt like an idiot. It didn’t help that Mattheo kept pulling her over to the side of the road to lean against trees and boulders so they could make out along the way. Ugh, where’s a time turner when you need one? I’ve got to make it right. 

“You’re perfect, so fucking perfect.” Mattheo moaned as he worked a big love bite onto her neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. She was moaning like mad, never experiencing this from someone so skilled before. But his words cleared the fog of pleasure in her mind, bringing her back to reality. Gently pushing him off of her, she sighed. 

“I’m not perfect, not even close, Matty.” Before she could say anything else his hand slipped over her mouth. 

“You’re perfect because I say you are, princess. Do you understand?” 

Her eyes grew wide, his tone held no room for misinterpretation. ‘I say you’re perfect because I love you, do not disrespect me by saying negative things about yourself.’ In an attempt to agree she began to nod, but Mattheo gripped her chin keeping her head in place. “Use your words, princess.” 

“I-I understand, Mattheo, I understand.” Her voice was shaking but his insistence was touching her heart in a way she couldn’t explain. Is this love? Someone encouraging you to see the best in yourself because they see it? 

“Good girl.” Leaning in again he gave her a firm kiss, as if to seal their agreement. “Now will you tell me what’s really bothering you? You’ve been quiet the whole way here, Daisy.” 

Daisy cursed, why does he have to know me so well already? Cupping his beautiful face in her hands she kissed his cheek. “I didn’t say it back and I don’t know why.” 

Watching his happy smile fade a little felt like a spell hit to the heart, filling her with longing to make it better for him. “I did wonder if maybe I said it too soon, but Daisy, I’d rather you don’t say it if you don’t feel it. You’re not hurting my feelings by being honest.” 

“But that’s just it, I do feel it!” Snuggling in closer to him, she let out a sigh. “I’ve been in love with you for months, Matty. I don’t know why I didn’t say it back. Most of the time I’m struggling to not shout it at the top of my lungs.” Chuckling, she dropped her head onto his shoulder. 

“Pretty girl, it’s okay. Just knowing you feel it is enough for now. You’ll say the words when you’re ready, I have no doubt. For now,” pausing, he kissed her passionately, moaning against her lips, “take me home. I want to be alone with you.” 

Whimpering when he pulled away from her, Daisy took his hand in hers, leading him through the village. 

Mattheo smiled nonstop as Daisy took him to all her favorite spots around the village, her eyes lighting up as she told him little stories. Gods, she’s amazing. I could spend hours wandering this tiny town with her, just to see the world through her eyes. 

“Alright we’re almost there, I promise.” 

“You know you’ve said that a number of times now, right?” He couldn’t help but tease her, loving the little looks she was giving him in response. 

“Well, I mean it this time!” Tugging on his arm she led him to the outskirts of Hogsmeade Village. He didn’t mind the trek through the hills even though there was a perfectly fine pathway they could be using instead, enjoying the sight of her walking in front of him, her skirt riding up as she climbed over boulders. 

Breathless by the time they could see the only house for at least a mile, it’s got to be this one, right?, he decided now was the right time to ask something he had been wondering about since they left the castle. “Daisy, will your parents be here?” 

“No.” She called confidently over her shoulder as she unlatched the front gate to a small cottage. 

How can she be so sure? It’s Sunday morning, where else would they be? 

“Good morning, Daisy. How is school going, dear?” An older woman called from the open front window of the cottage. He could barely see her face, but she appeared to be smiling. 

“Oh it’s going great, Mrs. Nettle. I’ve realized I forgot a few things, we’re here so I can grab them. This is my friend, Matty.” Daisy called out to the woman, taking his hand again and pulling him along a side path to the back garden. “Now, my cottage is pretty small, don’t judge, okay?” 

He ran right into her, not paying attention to where his feet were taking him, his mind trying to understand what he was looking at. That’s her idea of a cottage? “Daisy, that’s a shed, a straight up garden shed…” She lives here? Please tell me I’m missing something, there is no way in hell I’m letting her live in a falling down shed! 

Daisy was laughing at him, “just come inside.” Pushing the door open she stepped inside, urging him to join her. Will we both even fit in there? Seriously considering he might be losing it, he followed her, laughing out loud as he took in the space around him. It was a full house, all one room, but a full living space. He laughed again, realizing, not for the first time, he was so caught up in the magic of her presence he had forgotten actual magic existed. 

Looking around the room he could see her touch everywhere. The kitchen was bright, yellow cabinets painted with flowers, potted plants and herbs on the windowsill planted in funky pots shaped like skulls, crystals, even one shaped like a pair of breasts. You are so strange, pretty girl. 

The dining table, surrounded by mismatched chairs, was taken over by her potions kit. Stepping a little closer his eyes went wide as he saw what page her potion book was open to; 

Contraceptive Potion: How to brew and when to use

He could feel his face flush, getting a little turned on knowing she was thinking about sex to this extent. “I’ve never seen that in any of my potion books.” Mumbling under his breath he picked up the book, looking at the cover. 

Brews and Enchantments for the Blossoming Witch

Oh, well that explains it. Sensing something he looked up to find her staring at him. After gently putting the book back where he found it, he moved closer to her. 

“Having fun snooping, darling?” 

The smirk on her face made his heart race and he couldn’t even pretend to be embarrassed. “I was, actually. Do you want me to stop?” 

“No, look around all you want, Matty. I’ve got a few things to gather up, make yourself at home.” Standing on her toes she kissed his cheek before walking further into the house.

Mattheo took her permission to heart and slowly made his way through the house, looking at everything he could. The living room had a single oversized armchair, a fireplace large enough for him to stand in, fitted with half a dozen pot hooks and an iron grate over the embers. She cooks over an open flame? That’s kind of sexy. On the coffee table was a record player, a box of records next to it and three more under the table. In the corner were three guitars on stands, I knew it!, and a stack of sheet music. Picking up the papers he found she was writing her own songs, a lot of them. Gods, she is so cool. Looking through them he realized a few might be about him, the thought making him giddy.

Peeking over his shoulder he saw her in what he assumed was her bedroom, the only separated part of the house, a large wardrobe and a pair of bookshelves set up like room dividers to give her privacy. Wandering over he saw her tearing apart her bed, searching for something. Letting out a frustrated groan she threw herself face down onto her bed. 

“Hey, what’s wrong, princess?” Sitting beside her he coaxed her to turn her head to look at him. Chuckling at her pouty expression he lay down beside her, pulling her onto his chest. “What are you looking for?”  

“My journal, I can’t find it anywhere. I don’t like being without it, I have so many personal things written in it, Matty.” The stress in her voice felt like a tightening vice around his heart, making him wish he could instantly fix this for her. 

“It’s okay, princess, we’ll find it.” His grip tightening when she attempted to get up to keep searching. He let out a soft chuckle. “Not yet, I finally got you in bed, at least let me hold you for a while.” Her giggle sent his heart racing and he ran his hands through her hair as they lay together. But something was on his mind, something he needed to know. “Princess, who is Mrs. Nettle to you?” 

Feeling her stiffen and the heavy sigh she let out made him worry he shouldn’t have asked. Worming her way out of his grip, she sat up, looking down at him. “She’s my guardian.” Her words were the most simple in the world but the crack of her voice…the sound broke his heart. 

No, no no no, no no no no no, Merlin no, oh don’t let her say it, not my sweet girl. “What about your parents?” He hated himself for asking. 

Her calm blue eyes went dark as a stormy sea, her pale face lost what color it had, and she pulled her legs close against her. “They…they’re…dead.” 

His heart shattering into a million pieces, he sat up, pulling her into his arms. “Oh, Daisy.” Not knowing what else to say he began to press gentle kisses to her cheeks and shoulders. “Do you…do you want to talk about it?” She was sniffling, tears already falling down her cheeks and he kissed them away, tenderly running his fingers through her hair. She nodded, snuggling in closer to him. He pulled her into his lap, nuzzling against her, giving her silent courage. Trust me, princess. Your heart is safe with me. 

“It…” She stopped, taking a deep breath. “It happened when I was twelve, right after we started school.” Twelve, gods she’s been dealing with this for four years? 

“They were supposed to pick me up at Kings Cross that first Christmas break. But they never showed up. At first I thought maybe they couldn’t get through the barrier since they’re muggles, so I waited for them on the other side. I waited for hours, Matty, until it was well past dark. I was trying so hard not to cry knowing I’d have to ask for help. I didn’t want the muggle police to think I was a helpless little girl.” She stopped again, a tiny sob escaping her. The sound broke his heart all over again and he squeezed her tighter to him. 

“I finally asked a station worker for help. They tried calling my parents, asking me all about them. They finally called the police to take me home. We - we drove past an accident scene and it looked bad. Like no survivors, bad…” she forced her way out of his arms, leaving him completely stunned, and ran for the bathroom. The sound of her vomiting filled the air and he raced after her. He wasn’t sure which sound was worse, her gagging or her sobbing in between. 

He sank down to the bathroom floor, gently taking her loosely gathered hair from her hand and collecting the strands she had missed. Feeling quite useless he held her hair and rubbed her back, his mind still trying to process the story she was telling. Gods, she must have been so scared waiting at the station for so long, not knowing where they were. Suddenly she was back in his arms, sobbing hard, her entire body shaking. 

“W-we drove r-right p-past them…” 

He could barely understand her, her sobs turning into wails, his brain taking a moment to comprehend. His hand flew up to his mouth before he could stop it, a broken “n-no” slipping past his lips. No! Oh Daisy, no. Please, Merlin, no. 

“W-we were almost h-home when the o-officer's radio w-went o-off. 

C-Crash victims a-adjacent to Kings C-cross identified a-as Evan a-and Josie Waters…” 

Her cries rocked him to his core, she sounded so broken, like she was reliving it all over again. “E-very t-thing after that w-was a blur u-until some woman t-tried to take m-me with h-her and s-suddenly Dumbledore was t-there. He b-brought me back t-to school a-and I-I had to p-pretend like n-nothing was wrong.” Oh my Daisy, oh my sweet girl. 

He felt awful, wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in his arms and never let her go. He wanted to ask what she meant, why she had to pretend but now wasn’t the time. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he stood, carrying her back to bed, laying her down gently. Before he could lay down beside her, she curled into a ball, breaking down even further. He curled himself around her, pressing his chest against her back, whispering to her softly. “Let it out, princess, let it all out. I’ll hold you through it all.” He had a feeling she had never shared the story with anyone, never let herself truly mourn the loss of her parents, always holding back her emotions. “You’re safe with me, princess. Let yourself feel it. Scream, throw things, anything you need. I won’t love you any less, my sweet girl.” 

As if those were the words she had been waiting to hear since the day it happened she let out a raspy, agonized scream, her sobs choking it off. Body shaking, she went completely quiet, rolling onto her stomach, burying her face in a pillow. Screaming again she pounded her fist against the mattress, kicking her feet, keeping it up until she was completely breathless. Seeing her this way broke Mattheos heart but also made him love her that much more. She was so beautiful, completely raw and vulnerable, and he felt incredibly proud to be witnessing this moment. 

He pulled her into him, taking a few soft hits from her fist in the process, before she went completely limp, all her anger gone. Rubbing her back and kissing every inch of her he could reach, her sobs slowly faded. 

“I love you, Mattheo.” She looked up at him, makeup a mess, eyes red and puffy, snot running out of her nose. For fucks sake, how is she so fucking beautiful right now. She’s a mess and it’s gorgeous. 

“I love you too, Daisy.” He kissed her forehead, tightening his grip around her waist, sighing as she laid her head back down on his chest. He wanted to clean her up, wipe her face for her, but he knew the story wasn’t finished yet. “Do you think you can finish the rest of the story, baby? Why did you have to pretend everything was fine when you got back to Hogwarts?” He kept his voice gentle, but encouraging. 

“Oh. That girl from earlier, Brooke, she was already making fun of me back then and I didn’t want to give her any more reason to. I never told anyone at school about my parents.” She rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him. “Dumbledore and the other professors helped me deal with my parents house and all those things a twelve year old shouldn’t have to know anything about, and by the end of the year Mrs. Nettle had come forward saying she could take me in.” 

“Do you like living with her? She seems to really care for you…” 

“Yeah, she’s pretty great. That first summer we fixed this place up so I could have my privacy when I wanted it. I think she knew how awkward I felt living in a strange woman’s house, always feeling like a guest. That made it hard to let my guard down and be comfortable. Over the years I’ve turned this into exactly what I needed, a space to be myself. We’ve become good friends and, to be honest, I think of her like a mother most of the time.” 

“That sounds wonderful, princess.” Her tears had stopped but his heart still hurt for her, and a little for himself if he was honest. Her experience, losing parents who loved her dearly, was gut wrenching, but he would have preferred it to his own family story. Having a mother who was as crazy as she was beautiful, laughing with him one moment then pointing her wand at him and screaming the next, made it seem like a relief when she was locked away in Azkaban. No, Daisy’s pain was much worse because love had been present in her life.

They stayed silent for a few long moments, Daisy’s soft sniffles the only sound. “You all cried out, princess?” She nodded. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” Holding her tight he carried her to the bathroom, setting her on the counter. While she blew her nose he found a clean washcloth, soaked it in warm water, and gently wiped her face until only her red rimmed eyes gave away that she had been crying. He kissed her face, whispering softly to her. “You’re so beautiful, Daisy. Inside and out. So damn gorgeous.” 

“Thank you, love. Oh, I’ve made a mess of your shirt…” 

He could feel how soaked his shirt was from her tears, but looking in the mirror he could see shiny streaks of her snot all over him. He couldn’t help but laugh and lean in to kiss her, he couldn’t care less about the mess. “Don’t worry about it, pretty girl, I don’t mind. Let’s get you back in bed, I want to hold you.” 

He carried her back to bed, setting her on the edge and kneeling to untie and slip off her boots, kissing his way up her legs purely because he could. Kicking off his own shoes, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor he crawled in beside her, throwing the covers over them. 

She curled up beside him, her head resting on his chest. Looking up at him, blinking slowly, her crying having exhausted her, she spoke softly. “I lost everyone I loved that day. Until now.” Her eyes closing, he ran his fingers through her hair, gently lulling her to sleep. I love you too, princess. 

Mattheo woke after a few hours of the most restful sleep he had gotten in a long time to find the bed empty. 

“Daisy?” He called into the room, hoping she was still there. This is her house, where else would she go? Seconds of silence passed before he sat up, discovering her shoes still on the floor at his feet. 

Pulling on his shirt, walking through the house he caught a glimpse of her outside, kneeling over a garden bed with who he could only assume was Mrs. Nettle by her side. They were talking, working in the dirt, Mrs. Nettle frowning a little as the conversation went on. Opening the front door as quietly as he could he caught the tail end of their conversation. 

“Are you sure about this, Daisy? About him? You didn’t hide his identity from me by calling him Matty earlier. Anyone my age can see he’s the Riddle child…looks so like his father.” 

“Matilda.” Daisy’s voice was full of warning, and the older woman sighed. 

“Child, you know I think of you as an adult, and you’re free to make your own choices, I just want you to be careful. Even I know the boy’s reputation.” 

“And I know that a reputation is nothing more than the opinions of others. I have no interest in what others think of him. I can judge him for myself, based on who he really is.” Oh, I love you, my sweet girl. 

“Are you prepared for the case he turns out to be more like his father than you think?” 

He could hear Daisy’s voice begin to rise, her frustration clear. “I am under no illusions of his family tree, Matilda. I’m well aware there is probably a darkness to him that he hasn’t yet shown, but I don’t care. My heart screams for him, I feel it in my gut-“ 

“Oh here we go with your gut again. Daisy. It’s not a real thing, your intestines are not capable of-“ 

“Maybe it’s a muggle thing you can’t understand, Matilda, but it is very real to me! As is my love for him. Any darkness in him won’t change that. I’m not afraid of darkness, I’ve faced my share of it, knowing there were people who would love me on the other side. But he’s never been shown darkness is nothing to be ashamed of, that it doesn’t have to define you, that it can be beautiful.” There was a pause and Mattheo risked a peek around the door, finding her standing up with an armful of carrots. “I don't understand it, I have no explanation why, but I know I’m meant to show him that, meant to love him for everything he is, meant to be his.” 

She turned away from the garden bed, Mrs. Nettle sighing and slowly following her into the big cottage. When they had passed Mattheo slowly closed the door to Daisy’s house, sliding down the door and resting his head in his hands. I don’t understand it either, pretty girl, but I know you’re right. 

The love between them felt like fate, like destiny, and even though he didn’t believe in such things, actively prayed against it, he couldn’t deny he had the same absolute certainty when it came to Daisy. Whether it would be a slow burn that lasted for decades or a short fuse only lasting a few years, there was nowhere else for him to be but by her side, loving her with everything he had. 

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Skz during your period

Hey guys!! This is dedicated to my lovely wife @moonacholy who encouraged me to write this. I hope you guys also enjoy this. Leave all the reblogs,likes and little comments your heart desires cause they keep me writing

Bang Chan 방찬

-If there was an Olympic category for best boyfriend Chan would pull gold every time and I put that on GOD. He is so?? Goddamn attentive during your period??? -You want,need,crave and long for NOTHING. Your pain? Taken seriously. Your cravings?? It doesn’t matter if you’re craving something damn near halfway across town, he’s gonna go and get it.

-He always makes sure you’re stocked up on pads and tampons, if he’s shopping by himself he’ll just pick some up and add it to the cart, yes he already bought some a few weeks ago but it’s better safe than sorry.

-oh you’re in class or at work and you got cramps?? Guess where you’re no longer gonna be🤡 mf is dropping whatever he’s doing and coming to get you IMMEDIATELY.

-you’re getting tucked in bed, snacks left on the dresser and a little cuddle session before Channie has to get back in the studio.

-So reluctant to leave your side too🥺 he doesn’t like seeing you in any sort of pain so he’s very tempted to just not go back, but you’re like ???? I’m still grown Channie jc—

-leaves you with wolf Chan to cuddle and checks up on you every hour making sure you’re alright

Minho 리노

-This tsundere little shit. He wants you on bedrest rest pretty much the entire time. You’ve got hw? You can do it in bed. You’re hungry? Don’t move, he will feed you…in bed. You’re bored, take a nap, it’s good for you. As long as you don’t need to use the bathroom or shower, he wants you in bed.

-Mother hen headass, Minho is so mommy omg???

“Ya y/n-ah, drink this”

“What is it?”

“Ginger tea”

And

“No no, drink warm water, cold water will give you cramps!!!”

“Minho pls I’m dying🥲”

-Massages your tummy for you and your pelvis cause cramps are a bitch

-has a million multi vitamins specifically for you

“Have you taken your vitamin B’s?”

“Yes ba-“

“What about your Vitamin E? Your vitamin C???”

“Minho yes-“

“I’m making salmon for dinner, you need omega-3”

-Still bullies the fuck out of you at the same time tho???

“Stop walking like that”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve got a stick up your ass…or in this case your vagin-“

-Still wakes up early in the morning to fix you breakfast and gives you pain killers if he realizes you’re fussing🥺

-Will throw sooni,doongi and dori in bed with you at random intervals cause cats fix everything

-all in all best boy

Changbin 창빈

-Ima be so real rn, this is the mf that makes

you go on walks to help your cramps💀 you can be on your death bed and he’s like ‘let’s go outside☀️🌈☺️✨’ and you’re just like ‘…boy stfu istg ima beat your ass-‘

-So ultimately when that doesn’t work and you threaten to leave him, things relocate to the living room. He has an older sister so he’s not completely clueless but he’s also like ????😧 when you start crying over an episode of SpongeBob cause whoa whoa whoa what’s goin on??

-If you’re the type that has mood swings this mf becomes the most peaceful and amicable person you’ve ever met. If you’re ranting to him and you’re wrong, at that current moment no you’re not.

“…and then I told her to get tf out of my face with her breath smelling like halitosis but I’m wrong???😒”

“N-no jagi, absolutely not🤡”

-draws you bubble baths!! He knows heat can help with cramps so he makes it all bougie and nice with the candles and rose petals and lavender body wash. Then you start crying again and he’s like😧😰 and it’s honestly just a mess but you appreciated it very much

-this dude is feeding you nothing but the finest and freshest stuff cause it’s better for you during your period. You getting all the major food groups whether you like or not.

“Binnie, I just want a burger🥺-“

“You better eat that damn salad y/n😒”

You couldn’t even be mad cause he knows how to throw down when it comes to a salad

Hyunjin 현진

-Oh this poor baby😭 he’d be going on about the strength of the uterus and how strong you are for doing this every month when you’re deadass three seconds away from committing a crime of passion🤡

-Will take up the majority of the housework with no problem, especially if you’ve got work or classes that day. Dishes? Done. Laundry? Drying as we speak. Bedroom? Clean. Bathroom? Sparking. Hotel? Trivago.

-Is extra affectionate when you’re on your period, and a lot more gentle in general. He knows you can feel extra crappy during this time especially if you also struggle with mental health so, extra forehead kisses, little notes in your backpack and all the cute little text messages that say ‘x y and x made me think of you❤️’

-He’s already known to give into your cravings but literally does not hold back during your period. Oh? You were simply THINKING about tteokbokki? Well he doesn’t know why it’s there either, but since it is I guess you gotta eat it🙄

-Will genuinely think you’re dying if you say your cramps are killing you💀 he’s fucking rushing around the house grabbing shit and you’re like ???🧍🏾‍♀️

-you send him out to get pads and mf comes back with literally every kind the store has

“I didn’t know which ones you needed🥺”

-s n a t c h e s any form of caffeine out of your hand

“It’s not good for your cramps😠”

-Will try to get you to consume one(1) fruit

Jisung 지성

-honestly this boy is so lost lmao—

-He is literally walking on eggshells around the house and doesn’t mention it cause he doesn’t want to say/do the wrong thing

-y’all are cuddling and he’s stiff as a board. You’re just sitting there like “boy what the fuck😒”

-you have to corner him to figure out what is wrong with him and poor baby is shaking like a leaf. He doesn’t know jackshit about periods and I mean that with all the love in my heart. He’s the type to ask ‘what size pussy you wear?’ and mean it

-you’re honestly wondering how he made it this far in life running off of the most basic knowledge

-but he’s so fucking funny to mess with so you just make up random period facts knowing that he’s gonna take your word for it.

“Sungie, did you know that the average person loses three cups of blood during their period?”

“T-thr-three cu-cups???😰”

And you’re just sitting there trying not to fucking ascend because he looks so concerned

-Doesn’t really have the intuition to get you stuff on his own, but has no problem if you ask him to. He’ll call you like

“Hey babe! Do you use the super soaker or the super soaker plus?”

And you’re just like

“…huh🧍🏾‍♀️”

-keeps a small stash of essentials in his studio along with a pillow,a blanket and some of his comfy clothes just in case you’re feeling fatigued🥺

-Will bring bbama over for baby cuddles if you’re having a rough day

Felix 필릭스

-Our little sunshine boy knows when you’re getting your period before you do. With two sisters and basic observation skills he can pretty much tell when you’re due and silently preps the house with anything you might be running low on.

-all the cuddles!! Pretty much attaches himself to your back the entire time as your own personal space heater.

-literally does so much research on things that might help cramps from foods to aromatherapy to orgasms to yoga. He just wants to make you as comfortable as you can be.

-He’s not one to be squeamish about blood. You bled through the sheets? He’ll just chuck them in the wash, it’s no big deal.

-he’s not gonna keep you on lockdown but he strongly advises for you to get more rest and tell him if you wanna take it easy that day🥺 it doesn’t matter what the plans were, if you’re not feeling up to it anymore he’ll reschedule and you guys can spend the day cuddling

-if he’s stuck at work, he will send you takeout straight to your house to make sure you’re eating. Also obligatory FaceTimes during the day.

“Y/n! I’ve got like five minutes, I ran away from Chan to call y-“

“FELIX!”

-brownies,cookies,cake pops, Rice Krispie’s, whatever you’re craving Felix will make it. This also comes with the extra effort of fighting off the boys in the dorm so it can get to you in one peace.

Seungmin 승민

-here we have our favorite unbothered nonchalant king. He doesn’t really treat you any differently unless you ask him to?

-Well at least that’s may how it appears to others. He likes to take care of you in much more lowkey ways, picking up around the house,cooking dinner,packing lunches and with his sugar daddy tendencies making sure you’ve always got pocket money.

So what if you just so happen to find a fifty in your wallet? Now you can go out with your girls after school.

-He likes to lurk in the background a lot of the time trusting that you’ll come to him for help, but if he sees that you’re obviously in pain and not doing anything about it he’s quite literally taking your ass to bed. Then you have to deal with his disappointed little puppy frown AND cramps while he fusses over you

-Will try to distract you with tv shows and talking about his day and if that doesn’t work turns in mom pt.2

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes”

“Water?”

“Yes”

“Gotten any sun?”

“Seungmin i’m not a plant!!!”

-Will serenade you with any song you desire might pout if you decline any day6

-Will let the affectionate puppy in him out if you’re really have a horrible time :( you get to experience cuddlemin first hand all while he threatens to murder you if you tell anyone about it☺️

-Honestly is lowkey shitting himself because he doesn’t know what to do and can’t fix it and it’s driving him insane🤡

-honestly just pats your head while you nap and frantically texts his older sister asking what to do

Jeongin 정인

-This baby is right up there with Jisung but slightly less clueless. It’s more than likely that you might be his first gf or at least one of the few he’s had so he’s not really experienced in this category

-Kinda just forks over whatever you want whenever you want it. Hoodies,sweatpants,baseball caps, whatever you want it’s yours.

-If he’s got time he loves to pick you up from uni and do something special like take you to a cafe to get something sweet or to walk around the park(his binnie hyung said walks are good for cramps)

-panics whenever you’re in any amount of pain “do we need to go to the emergency room😰”

-Is the boyfriend who does the cramps simulator because he wants to know what it feels like for you

…

He almost throws up but that’s besides the point

-After that you immediately get the princess treatment, you will not have to lift a damn finger as long as he’s there.

-Will go protective guard dog on you if any of the boys are messing with you too much. “Cut it out!! Y/n isn’t feeling well😠🔪🤺”

It’s very cute if you’re being honest but you tell him it’s alright. He’s still going to be protective of you anyways. Extra cautious when you’re walking outside, always having his hand on the small of your back.

-shoves pain meds down your throat on a god damn SCHEDULE. His innie senses start tingling the minute you express any sort of discomfort and he’s zooming to the medicine cabinet.

“Innie my liver💀”

“But your tummy hurt🥺”

-Also the type to rub your tummy and look at you like 🥺 ‘my poor babyyyy’, kissing all over your temples and cheeks

-he touches your boobs once(1) and almost gets yeeted into the stratosphere

-He almost cried because he didn’t know it would hurt you cause he always grabs your tiddies when you’re cuddling😭

-wakes up in the middle of the night to grab your heating pad and get you a snack

[mostdisconcerting]

Bad Day=Binging ScarNash

I had an interesting day today. Not in a good way. So as one does in such a situation, I went back to rewatch ScarNash. Cuz they’re my comfort ship.

This is just me reviewing almost every scene of the episode so I can forget that life exists for a little while🙃

Today I picked 4x04. And goodness I do not regret it one bit.

Starting with Patrick and the fat goose line. I’m sorry but why did that have to be so damn funny. “My fellow punters…” and “copious amounts of whiskey”, with his very Frank expression shifted my mood from stressed to joyful immediately. And I only now noticed that as Patrick and Eliza leave to meet Carter, Eliza yeets a paper in Clarence’s direction (or at least she tried).

I applaud Clarence’s “shit the parents are gonna argue if I don’t step in” senses. We love him for them.

I’m gonna make a rare mention of William, but I felt so bad for him when Ivy started talking about her mom’s gout. If I was eating anything resembling her description, I would gag to no end. Ruined the poor dudes snack.

Watching Patrick panic is probably my favorite part of this episode. Bros just pacing up, down, round and round, trying to think of what to do. (He’s literally just me but toned down and with an adult brain 😂)

That scene at Fallons was perfect. That unanimous “who?”, and the cover up that “we do love a little gossip now and then.”. It’s adorable and funny to see these to be in such sync and in such odds as they are.

Also, idk if anyone else noticed but she’s holding his ARM in the stables scene?! How-wha-why did I not notice that?

Poor Fitzroy. He could’ve had a much nicer career with his father out of the way. He’s known for being his father’s son, this way he could learn to be his own man.

We gotta talk about that cab scene. Literally, Patrick was trying to make things better by saying “it’s not your fault they left”, and just made it worse by adding “it’s mine, I should’ve never left you in charge”. She looked so genuinely offended by what he said, only to be shut down cuz they were literally in the middle of investigating.

Then they just break into Fallon’s office like it’s nothing and start bickering about the resignations again. She said she didn’t fire any of them. And then she admitted to firing multiple. Which is great I guess. So… we have that. Then they just hop through the office when someone comes in. Like. They have no right to be this adorable. Why are they literally my grandparents on steroids.

Turns out the lines about Eliza sulking started in this episode, which clearly adds to why she’s pissed when he spends the entirety of 4x05 just telling her she’s sulking and she should not sulk.

Then we have scene where Patrick’s pacing again. And I don’t blame him for making Eliza nervous too. Like he said “good I don’t see why I should suffer alone” (which is a quote I’ve been using way to much in real life recently lol)

Clarence makes his grand entry with some food and the info that Gibson is here. 🙃

And I’m finally going to end on those last two scenes of them together (cuz I skipped William kissing Eliza)

Them blackmailing Carter was hilarious. I mean, we know both of them were hella nervous cuz he could’ve just gunned both of them down there but that’s whatever. I love the little voice moderations and the expressions Eliza and Patrick pass each other basically saying “he’s agreed, now let’s get the hell out of here before he changes his mind and kills us”

Then we got Patrick praising Eliza. That could’ve played out to be an even more heartfelt scene had Eliza not seen the time and ran off. He looked disappointed, but he seemed to let it go (unlike William would’ve as we know) , understanding she probably forgot to do something .

Makes me sad seeing potential like this being flushed down a toilet.

They’re an old married couple and I love that for them🙃

[persephonewritessometimes]

Moon Song / part two: and you're married

Summary: Hotch and Y/N's relationship is still complicated, and Y/N is navigating some new information. Will she tell Hotch or not?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 4405

Warnings: ANGST, MISCARRIAGE, arguing, toxic!hotch, slightly toxic!reader, emotional reader, mention of menstrual products/gynecologist/medical appointments, infedelity, mentions of cheating/adultery, mentions of blood

This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

-Two Weeks Later-

         “Come on baby girl, your birthday is in a week and you’re telling me you don’t want a party?” Morgan says teasingly.

         “I’m just not in the mood to party, that’s all,” I mutter. It’s early in the morning and my nausea is so strong I’m afraid if I talk too much, I’m just gonna spew my breakfast everywhere.

         “Whatever you say, but you know the team is gonna want to party anyway,” Morgan says, finally retreating to his desk. I make up a flimsy excuse to go and talk to JJ, half noticing Reid watching me. I think nothing of it and shut the door behind me when I get to JJ’s office.

         “Hey, you okay?” She asks, looking up from the papers she was poring over.

         “Nauseous.” I spit out, sitting in a chair and sighing.

         “Oh! That reminds me, I found something for you. You said the ginger candy didn’t work, so I found an alternative.” She digs around in her purse and pulls out two little gray bands with a plastic bead in each band.

         “What are those?” I ask, now curious.

         “They’re called Sea Bands; they help with nausea.” JJ shows me how to put them on and I pull my sleeves over them, effectively hiding them. We give it a couple of minutes, and the nausea does start to get better.

         “JJ, I love you, thank you so much,” I say, giving her a small smile.

         “Anytime, Y/N. Have you told him yet?” I clam up at that.

         “Um…no. I wouldn’t even know the first thing to say.” I say, picking at my cuticles. “Besides, I don’t know if I want him to know just yet. It’s still pretty early.” Dr. Mitchell confirmed that I was pregnant a week ago when I had an appointment with her. When she confirmed it, I cried. I told her I was sorry, and that I didn’t know why I kept crying, and she explained that it was just my elevated hormone levels and that it was perfectly normal. Hotch has stayed over twice since I found out, and I know there’s something I’m supposed to say, but I can never get the words out. So we fuck and we fight and that’s it.

         “Y/N? You still here?” JJ says gently.

         “Sorry. Just thinking.” I feel a lump start to form in my throat, but I’ve cried in front of JJ enough in the last week. I don’t want to burden her with my fucked-up life right now. “Excuse me.” I get up and rush out, running to the bathroom and locking myself in a stall, finally letting myself cry. A few minutes later I hear the door open, I sniffle, trying to get my shit together when I hear,

         “Y/N?”

         “Reid, this is the women’s bathroom. I think even a genius would know that.” He chuckles at that.

         “Yeah, I know. I’m just worried about you. You haven’t been acting like yourself lately. You look seasick every morning, you tell Derek you don’t want a birthday party even though you make every excuse to go the bar and sing karaoke, and you’re always visiting JJ.” I’m quiet. I’m not sure how I want to respond. He’s attentive that’s for sure, but I don’t know if he would understand what I’m going through. “Y/N, are you pregnant?”

         I let out a surprised laugh, unlocking the bathroom stall door and opening it, looking at Spencer leaning against the sink. “I knew the genius would figure it out. Yeah, I’m pregnant. Only JJ knows, and I would really appreciate it if you would keep this a secret.”

         “Of course, Y/N. Your secret is safe with me. Are you doing okay? Despite, you know.” He gestures at my abdomen.

         “The nausea is the worst part. And I’m emotional.”

         “Yeah, I could tell.” He says, raising his eyebrows. I smile at him.

         “Thanks for coming to check on me,” I say, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I sometimes feel like Reid is the brother I never had, and he dotes on me as my younger sister does.

         “I was just getting worried.” He pauses, then says, “You know, sometimes I think of you like the sister I never had. I may not have much, but you guys are my family.” He scratches the back of his neck, and I grab his hand.

         “The feeling is mutual. Now let’s get out of here before you scare the shit out of the next woman that walks in here.”

-The Day Before My Birthday-

         “Okay fine,” I say, walking into the conference room, “I’m having a birthday party.” Morgan whoops, telling everyone that he knew I would come around. “Okay, enough, enough. Tomorrow, five PM, my house.”

         “Will your karaoke mic be making an appearance?” Emily asks.

         “It wouldn’t be a party without a little karaoke.” I shoot her a grin. “Also, no gifts, please. I don’t want anything, and I always feel awkward opening presents.”

         “What’s this about presents?” Hotch says walking into the conference room.

         “Our birthday girl has finally agreed to a party, but she doesn’t want any presents. Tomorrow at five, her place. Do you know how to get there?” Morgan says. Hotch glances at me, and I can see he’s holding back a laugh.

         “He might need some directions. Wouldn’t want him to get lost.” I say, swallowing my grin and sitting down.

-My Birthday-

         “Okay, I’ve got the pizza, the karaoke mic, plates, drinks, cups. What am I forgetting?” I mutter to myself.

         “Maybe you should change out of your pajamas?” Reid asks.

         “Oh my god, yes, that’s what I was forgetting! Thank you, Reid!” I shout, jogging up the stairs to pull on a pretty tank top and dark-wash jeans. I braid my hair, putting on a little bit of mascara before giving myself a once over and heading back downstairs. Reid is making sure everything is organized properly when I come back downstairs, and I let him do his thing, shaking out the nerves. I like parties to an extent but having so many people in my home stresses me out.

         “You, okay?” Reid says, looking at me over his glasses.

         “Yeah, just nervous.”

         “Is it because of-," He's cut off my Morgan shouting,

         “The life of the party is here!” I shoot Reid a confused look, but he doesn’t finish his question. I go to greet the others who have shown up.

         “You find your way, okay?” I ask, telling people where to put their coats.

         “Easy enough. It was like I’d been here before or something.” Hotch says, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. He’s not smiling, but I can see a smile in his eyes. I blush, looking down. He had been nice lately, we still fought, but we’d talk about it afterward, rather than him just shutting down and storming out.

         “JJ!” I exclaim as she walks through the door. “Thank god, there are way too many men here.”

         “Hey!” Morgan and Rossi exclaim at the same time.

         “Take the testosterone to the kitchen please!” I shout. They all grumble but do it anyway, and I pull JJ aside.

         “Reid knows. I forgot to tell you, but he knows. Found me in the bathroom sobbing my eyes out.” Her hand covers mine.

         “I’m glad someone else knows.” She pauses, getting ready to ask a question. I already know what she’s going to ask.

         “Don’t. Not today, please. I’ll tell him when I’m ready.” The lump in my throat is back and I blink hard a few times, begging the tears to not come. At that moment, the door bangs open again, and this time it’s Penelope and Emily. The lump disappears and Penelope grabs me in the warmest hug I’ve had in a long time.

-

         I must be dreaming because Hotch is definitely not singing karaoke right now. Of all the songs, he picked ‘Hey There Delilah’, but he keeps trying to substitute my name for ‘Delilah’ and somehow manages to butcher it every time. He’s singing at my birthday. I’ve never seen him smiling so big. The rest of the team is egging him on, cheering and chanting, and I’m caught up in the revelry. We already ate and did cake, and I’m content on the couch, stomach, and heart full.

         Hotch finishes his song and gives me a dramatic bow, Derek and Penelope now fighting over who’s singing next. Something twists low in my gut and I suck in a breath. I shift on the couch, trying to find relief. My period must be starting soon. I think to myself, then pause in panic. No, no, no. Please no. Another lash of pain. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes. I get up and head to the bathroom.

         I pull down my pants and underwear and there’s bright red blood on my underwear.

         “Please, god no, please, I’m begging you,” I whisper. I grip the sides of the sink, staring myself down in the mirror. I pull my pants back up and open the door. I see JJ in the kitchen and quickly walk over to her, placing my hand on her arm.

         “Y/N?” She asks.

“JJ, help, something’s wrong, I don’t-the baby,” I say clutching at my abdomen as JJ realizes what I’ve said.

“Okay, stay right here I’m getting Emily and Penelope.” “No, just want you.” I gasp out. “Fuck, my back hurts. JJ, I feel like I’m dying.”

“Come on, we’re going to your bedroom.” She’s typing something on her phone as we make our way up the stairs. I have to stop every few steps to take a few shaky deep breaths.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” I can hear Hotch’s voice call up the stairs.

“Food poisoning.” I choke out.

“Party’s over,” JJ says firmly, “Everyone go home. I’ll stay with Y/N.” Hotch starts to protest but JJ cuts him off with a glare. “You’ve done enough. Go home.” He looks confused but retreats.

When we get to my bedroom I rush to the bathroom, ripping off my clothes feeling like I can’t breathe. This can’t be happening. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I sit on the toilet, feeling the life of my baby, and my sanity slipping out of my body.

JJ sits across from me, my nakedness not seeming to bother her. I grimace as another cramp wraps around my lower back and belly and squeezes with no remorse.

A few minutes pass. Or it could be an hour.

“I had a miscarriage once. I was in college, dating a scum bag boyfriend. But I wanted that baby so bad.” JJ looks at me, “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“Yeah, me too. My mom always says we hate tears in heaven,” I pause, and the next sentence is so quiet I’m not even sure I say it out loud, “But it’s sad his baby died.”

At this, JJ grabs my hand, squeezing tightly. “I won’t let you go through this alone. I’m going to be here the whole time.”

After a while, the cramps get better, but I’m still bleeding. I fish out an overnight pad from under the sink and tell JJ which drawer holds my underwear, and where she can find a pair of pajamas. She steps out of the bathroom. She comes back and gives me privacy to get dressed.

Through the door, she says, “You don’t have to look if you don’t want to.” I don’t respond.

I gingerly stand up after wiping, quietly shutting the toilet lid without looking inside. I get dressed, flush the toilet, and wash my hands. I stare at myself in the mirror. I look the same, but something very deep inside of me has fractured, like a bone when too much pressure is applied. I open the door, and JJ has prepared my bed, and I see a bottle sitting on the bedside table. She follows my gaze,

“Extra strength Tylenol. I asked Emily to pick it up. I didn’t tell her why.”

“Thank you.” I take two of the pills, swallowing them dry. “I’ll be okay, you can go home now if you’d like.”

JJ gives me a look that resembles one she gives Henry when he’s in trouble. “I’m not going anywhere. Will can watch Henry tonight.”

“Well, at least let me get you a pair of pajamas,” I say, walking over to my drawer, and pulling out a pair. “It’s the least I can do.” She gives me a sad smile, taking the pajamas from my hands and walking into the bathroom.

As she puts them on, I get in bed and find that she found my heating pad and plugged it in. I press it into my abdomen, forcing the tears in my eyes to stay where they are. If I start crying, I won’t stop.

JJ comes out, tells me that she’s going to lock up the house, and sets off down the stairs. She comes back a few moments later, and gets in bed with me, leaving the bedside light on. I’m quiet for a few moments before asking,

“Do you think this is punishment?”

“For what?”

“Sleeping with a married man.” I look at her with wide eyes, trying to convey that I’m not joking. This feels like some sort of cosmic joke, losing his baby when he’s married to someone else.

“Y/N, no. Sometimes there’s something wrong with the pregnancy, your body is just trying to protect you.” She pauses. “You’re a good person. Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.”

“But-“ I start.

“No buts. Doesn’t matter what you’ve done, or whom you love, I know that you’re a good person. You are kind, and full of life, you’re great at your job, and you make everyone else around you shine a little brighter. We can’t help who we love.” She looks sad as she says it, grabbing my hand and squeezing again. I fall asleep with her holding my hand and wake up in the wee hours of the morning, the air still, fog heavy on the ground. I use the bathroom and change my pad. I leave JJ asleep and go downstairs to leave a message for my gynecologist. I put on a pot of coffee, make a slice of toast, and eat it in silence. An hour passes, and I open a book. Close it. Open it again. Close it again. Frustrated, I rub my eyes.

How am I supposed to move on from this?

I lay down on the couch, but sleep doesn’t come. Another hour passes, and my phone rings.

“Hello, this is Y/N.”

“Y/N, this is Doctor Mitchell, how are you?” That question breaks my façade. I start sobbing on the phone, Doctor Mitchell trying to soothe me. After a few minutes, I force myself to pull my shit together, wiping my snotty nose on the hem of my shirt.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know why that happened.”

“Y/N, that’s very normal. You’ve just gone through something traumatic, it’s okay to be emotional about it. Now, can you come into the office today? Just so I can check you out and prescribe anything if it’s necessary.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll take a sick day at work. What times do you have available?”

“Does 9:30 AM work for you?” I tell her it does, and she says that she’s here for me, and then we hang up on each other. I text Rossi, telling him I’m taking a sick day due to the “food poisoning”. He tells me to feel better soon.

“Hey,” I hear to my left. I turn and see JJ leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, concern etched on her face. She looks silly in my cartoon print pajamas.

“Hey to you too,” I say, trying to make a joke but my smile slides off my face as quickly as it was put there. I hold up my phone, “My doctor. I have an appointment today.”

“Do you want someone to go with you?”

“No.” I think about it. “I think this is something I have to do alone.” She nods.

-

I always liked Dr. Mitchell’s office. It’s painted in soft pastel yellow, the warm glow making me feel at home. I’m shaking as she comes out to get me. The exam is quick, and she confirms that I did have a miscarriage. Before I go, she hands me some pamphlets on therapy resources in the area. I take them and thank her, leaving the office and stopping for a few minutes outside so my eyes can adjust to the sunlight. I leaf through the pamphlets before carefully putting them in my purse. That can be dealt with at a later time.

I have no idea what to do with the rest of my day, and it hits me that I don’t have any semblance of a life outside of work. I sigh, and my phone vibrates. It’s my sister, asking me how work is going. A lump forms in my throat, and I quickly shoot back a text asking if she can talk on the phone right now. She calls me instantly, frantically asking me if I’m okay. I don’t cry this time, but I tell her everything. Hotch. The affair. The baby. Losing the baby. He doesn’t know. She’s very quiet, letting me word vomit until I have nothing else to say.

“Y/N. I’m sorry. You don’t deserve to go through something like this.” She finally says. We talk about what’s next, she asks me to take some time off and come stay with her for a week or so. I tell her I don’t want to intrude, and she counters with the fact that she’s worried about me. I know she just wants to keep an eye on me, but the thought of going to my hometown right now makes me sick to my stomach. I tell her I’ll think about it, she lets it slide. We talk a few minutes more, and I tell her I have to go. I hang up the phone, staring blankly at my steering wheel.

         I end up taking the next two days off of work, blaming it on the food poisoning. Hotch texts me a couple of times, checking up on me, asking if I’m okay. I give short, noncommittal answers. JJ comes by every night with a hot meal and her company.

         It’s lunchtime on my last day off and I’m picking at the ham sandwich I made when there’s a knock at my door. I look through the peephole and am relieved to see Reid. I open the door and he pulls out a bouquet from behind his back.

         “Um, JJ told me. I thought you might want something nice to look at.” I wordlessly take the flowers from him looking them over. It’s a beautiful arrangement, with soft pink, and yellow flowers. They smell heavenly. I give him a small smile.

         “They’re beautiful. Would you like to come in?” He nods, and follows me inside, shutting the door behind us. I quickly clean up my lunch and get a vase down for the flowers, methodically cutting the stems and putting the plant food powder in the little vase. Reid just watches, letting me do what I’m doing. I put the flowers in the vase, adjusting them ever so slightly before putting the vase on my dining table.

         “Do you want to talk about it?” Reid asks.

         “I-“ I pause. Do I want to talk about it? I should talk about it. Reid seems like a safe bet. “Kind of. It’s – it’s hard to talk about.” I swallow thickly.

         “I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now. I’m sorry about what happened.”

         “Yeah, me too,” I say quietly. “My sister wants me to come home and spend some time with her.”

         “Do you want to do that?”

         “I don’t know. I’m not sure what I want anymore.”

         “Hey, that’s okay. You don’t have to have it all figured out, Y/N. You’re young, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. It’s okay if you don’t know your next step right now.” I just look at him, wanting desperately to believe what he was saying. I walk over to him, and he opens up his arms, knowing what I want. I wrap my arms tightly around him, just needing to be held. Not by Hotch, but by a friend. I don’t know how long we stand there, but I finally loosen my grip. “I do think you should take some time off. Maybe not go back to your hometown, but just spend some time with yourself.” I nod.

         “I’ll think about it.” With that, he changes the subject, something about a book on quantum physics, and I let him ramble on, asking clarifying questions now and then which he happily answers. We talk for an hour or so, before he states that he has to get back to the office. “Spence,” I say as he’s walking out the door. “Thank you for today. I really needed it.”

         “Of course, Y/N. Anything for my little sister.” He adds, winking at me, and I laugh.

         I lay down for a nap after he leaves and wake up to my phone going off.

         JJ: Emily and Penelope are worried about you. Can they come with me? You don’t have to tell them anything you don’t want to.

         Y/N: That’s fine, it would be nice to have some girl time.

         I tidy the house up a little bit, make it look like I haven’t been sleeping on the couch where the TV can drown out the thoughts that scream at me. That my current diet has been pringles and chocolate, and the meals JJ has been bringing me every night. The doorbell rings fifteen minutes later, and I open the door, cursing the fact that I forgot to change out of my pajamas. I give them a small smile as they come inside.

         JJ had brought a giant pizza from a local spot with her, and my stomach growled when I saw it. We all laughed at that. We settled down on the couch, and Emily asks,

         “What do you think gave you food poisoning?” JJ and I lock eyes for a split second and then I say,

         “Um, actually, I had a miscarriage.” It gets silent for a split second before Emily and Penelope are telling me how sorry they are. I don’t miss the exchange between them though and I add, “You can ask who it was, but I think you already know.” I pick at my cuticles, waiting for them to say something.

         “We know. And it’s okay.” Penelope says, smiling at me. “You don’t have to explain anything to us.” I smile at her, the weight lifting off of my heart a little as a tear slides down my left cheek.

         “Does everyone else know?” I ask.

         “Well, Reid was the first to notice. He kept going on and on about you and Hotch’s body language. One thing led to another, and…” Emily trails off.

         “And I’m your favorite subject to study, got it,” I say with a half-smile. I knew Reid knew. That must have been what he was going to ask me on my birthday. I’m glad he let it be, probably knowing that I was hurting more than I needed to know that he knew. I change the subject, and our conversation wanders its way through many topics before I know it I’m yawning, and JJ is ushering Em and Penelope out the door before coming back to big good night to me.

         “Anything else I can get you before I head out?”

         “No, I’m okay. Thank you for everything, I appreciate it.” I settle down on the couch, pulling my blanket off the back of it and situating it around myself. After a few seconds, I notice JJ watching me smiling. “What? What is it?”

         “Sometimes I just forget how young you are.”

         “I’m not that much younger than you!” She chuckles and I want to ask her what she means, but she bids me good night and leaves out the garage, so I don’t have to get up and lock the door behind her.

         Work resumes like usual when I come back. A couple of people joke about the “food poisoning” and I laugh it off. I can feel Hotch watching me closely a lot though. I didn’t let him come over when I was miscarrying, afraid that I’d look in his face and the words would spill over until I couldn’t hold them back anymore. He calls me into his office at the end of the day.

         “Y/N, are you okay?”

         “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I say, on the defensive. I know that no one would have told him behind my back, if they did they’d have to answer to my wrath. He looks me over.

         “If something happened, you know you can tell me, right?”

         I stare him down, battling with the part of me that wants to tell him everything, and the other part that’s afraid he’ll use it against me later down the line. “I’m fine. Can I go now?”

         “Y/N, come on. You didn’t even let me visit you when you were sick.”

         “JJ kept me company. I was fine.”

         “I’m just hurt that you didn’t want my company.” I blink in surprise. He’s being vulnerable.

         “I’m just dealing with some stuff right now, okay? You…you just make things complicated.”

         “I’m here for you always.”

         “And you’re married,” I say plainly. “You have been from the start. I just need a break …from whatever this is. You’re married and I’m – I’m just me.” My voice cracks on the last word.

         “I -,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah, that’s fair. We’ll take a break for a little bit.” I excuse myself, heading back to my desk to grab my things. For some reason, I feel worse now taking a break than I did with him. Before I leave, I glance over my shoulder towards his office, and he’s watching me. I freeze for a split second, locked in an intense gaze before he breaks it, looking back down to his paperwork. I sigh and leave, my house feeling empty with his presence.

part three: and you might be dying

[berylcups]

Yandere Files: Ghiaccio X Foreign Reader

CW: stalking, imprisonment, death (mentioned), jealousy, hostess clubs, masturbation, phone sex(is it if it’s one sided?),immigration, outercourse, mild toxicity

Notes: just a disclaimer- I have no idea how immigration works in Italy or how it works across other countries but I thought it would be a good point of conflict for Ghia to act up to. Also- Ghiaccio was a tough nut to crack. (No pun intended 👀) He’s not very sexually motivated as a character he seems so I had to really try hard with this one! I hope it’s not too OOC and you ice fuckers like it though~🩵Beryl

Minors DNI

Y/N has been living in Napoli Italy for about 4 and a half years now. It’s tough living on their own but it’s worth it. They’re in college for design and work a job that they love. They work in a nice cafe as a hostess and it pays ridiculously well! The only catch is… there’s a lot of mafia activity. Y/N hears and sees things they aren’t supposed to- but that’s okay because they look the other way.

Now this was a special kind of cafe. It took heavy inspiration from the east for its heavily…attentive service. Hostesses would be pouring wine for their guests, lighting their cigarettes/cigars, sitting with them, conversing, laughing at their jokes, stroking their ego, and even joining them on drinks - non alcoholic of course! We can’t have the staff getting tipsy on the job!

Melone being the creep that he is, surveyed this place out for good mothers for BabyFace. But he also really likes the atmosphere so he got his other teammates to go along. Even Sorbet and Gelato! The two had no interest in the women but they enjoyed being pampered by them. But Ghiaccio… he didn’t really like it. Why would he want some host/hostess to be bugging him every 5 minutes??? He doesn’t get it! That’s until he met Y/N of course.

Aesthetics didn’t mean much to the man but he thought they were very gorgeous- it didn’t matter how tall or small, thick or thin, light or dark they were. He was enamored by their open mindedness and that they were willing to just actively listen to him. They gave their full attention to this man, and gave out intelligent thought out answers-to the best of their language capabilities.

“Oh uh sorry… what was the correct name for that pasta again? Shit. I can’t remember! It looks like little corkscrews. Like the part of the wine bottle opener you use to screw into the cork .” Y/N struggled trying to find the name.

“I believe the one you’re looking for is fusilli.” He replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yes! That’s the one! Thank you Ghiaccio. Well I had the fusilli alla checca the other day and I was surprised. I really liked it despite me not liking cheese very much. I’m glad I listened to you.” They said cheerfully.

He couldn’t help but smirk from having his ego stroked like that. Of course he’s right! He knows everything about Italy and its wonderful culture.

“Sigh… I’m really gonna miss it here.” They said looking down at their coffee with a sad smile.

Ghiaccio nearly spits out his coffee. “What?!” He yelled. “ I mean- what do you mean by that?” He lowered his voice trying not to cause a scene.

“Well as you know I’m graduating from _____ University in a few weeks… and my Visa is almost up. I only have about 3 months left before I have to go back home to _______.” They said gloomily. “I really don’t want to leave because I love it here so much.”

“Go apply for a permanent residency! They should take you in since you've been here almost 5 years.” He replied.

“I wish I could…but my mom is waiting for me at home and I’m all she has. And the wait time for the documents will take longer than I am allowed here legally.” They signed sadly. “Well… let’s not let this ruin our time together! We still have 3 months. Let’s make the best of it right Ghia?” They chirped trying to bring the mood back up.

He wanted to shake them by their shoulders and tell them that’s not good enough and they can’t just leave him but he can’t just have an outburst. It will scare them away! He has to think of a plan to keep Y/N here with him. PERMANENTLY.

“Yeah, you’re right Y/N. Let’s just enjoy the time we have left.” He said, faking a small smile.

He was seething inside. How DARE they try to leave him. Of ALL PEOPLE it had to be Y/N to turn their back on him?! Not on his watch! He was going to use his resources and connections to make sure that Y/N doesn’t leave the country of Italy ever.

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Now that he’s smitten with you, some of your regulars stopped showing up. You wonder why? It’s starting to worry you a little bit financially. You have to make sure that you have enough money for the trip home!

“I wonder why people are showing up less and less… am I not doing good enough?” You asked dejectedly.

“No of course not! Their wives/husbands probably found out that they were hanging out here and probably put them on a tight leash.” Ghiaccio lied.

Anytime he’d see one of the patrons get a little too flirty or handys with you he’d corner them in the back alley and beat them with an inch of their lives. Or worse, do what he does best-freeze them till they shatter like glass.

While you’re still here he follows you everywhere and you are too distracted by everyday life to notice it. Oh! He just happens to be near your university! How about a ride home in his nice car? It beats taking public transport. Or when you happen to run into him at the grocery store? How about he gives you a quick ride back home so you don’t have to carry all those heavy groceries home? He’s so thoughtful!

When he’s home alone , or on a mission he’s always thinking of you . He’s sexually frustrated because when he furiously masturbates his hand isn’t enough anymore . He wants to feel your hand around his cock instead or better yet your warm hole.

He calls you often at odd hours of the night just to check in with you. You two have long deep discussions about random things like how English is just ridiculous, or learning about your culture and food, your hobbies, his hobbies, just about everything! In person he’s usually the one talking but on the phone you’re the one who’s doing most of the talking. When he talks he sounds winded, strained? Like there’s repetitive smacking sounds going on in the background. He says he’s just “multitasking “ but with what?

He knows you love your job-he gets it. But… he can’t stand the idea of another pair of eager balls or a thirsty pussy near you. He doesn’t wanna take your joy away but he doesn’t want to live in a constant state of anxiety! You're his! So he’s a straight forward man, so he’s gonna confess his feelings to you when he’s certain that he has a chance. You clearly pay more attention to him, your eyes light up when he comes in through those doors. You eagerly sit in his lap and listen to his usual complaints of the day.

“Aww I’m so sorry that happened. What a douche! He should have known better, you were right to stand up for yourself. You have a reputation to uphold. Is there anything I can do to make it better for you?” You cooed.

“Just having you around is enough to turn my day around.” He said, softening his tone.

“Aww~ Ghia! You’re too sweet. You’re the one I’m gonna miss the most.” You sighed. “Hey… I’m not really supposed to ask this because this could jeopardize my job but…do you wanna go out sometime?” You whispered. “I really really like you and I’ll regret not telling you how I feel before I have to go home… if you’re okay with long distance relationships that is- I understand if you don’t it’s not that easy and I promise I’ll visit as much as pos-“

He put a finger up to your lips to stop your nervous rambling “ of course Y/N. I was honestly going to ask you myself.”he confessed. “As far as long distance goes, we’ll make it work.” He lied, he had his plans in order to make sure you’ll never leave.

He agreed to a long distance relationship because that’s not what he had planned at all. He already got a hold of your passport and other legal documents when you were outside of your home at university. He made sure they were absolutely destroyed. He has Melone currently making him a perfect fake permanent residency card for you. Now you’re NOT going ANYWHERE.

On the days that you’re free he takes you to historic places close by and acts like a more in depth tour guide to you. He hopes this will make you want to stay even more and it’s working. He’ll show you all the best restaurants- not that touristy shit or the Michelin star nonsense. Just real authentic Italian cuisine!

He likes to drive the scenic routes and show you all the lesser known beaches, forests, parks, vineyards, etc. The lesser known the better, so he has the privacy he needs to mercilessly fuck you into the back of his car. He apologized for your first time with him being on top of the back of an uncomfortable car but he just couldn’t help himself. You looked so good with the nice outfit you were wearing!

He’s very athletic so likes to pick you up against the wall as he’s fucking you. He’s all about hard and fast. He’s gonna want to bite at your neck and leave tons of bite marks and hickies all over your body. He wants everyone to know that you’re taken and not available for anything outside your job. He doesn’t cum just once he goes at around 4-5 times with a very insane fast refractory period.

He’s not big on foreplay but he has a fixation outercourse. Watching his cock slip through your folds/ass drives him feral. But he’s not selfish, whatever you want he’ll give to you- within reason. He loves you but he’s very impatient!

He has an obsession with boobs. 👀 big boobs, small boobs, no boobs , pecs… all boobs are good boobs to this tit lover. He likes to use his cold hands and watch the nipples harden and hear you whine that he’s too cold 🥶 it never fails to get a chuckle out of him to hear you whine for him to stop making you so cold!

When it’s nearly time to go home he plays along and helps you pack up all of what you plan to bring back to your home country. Since you’re only packing sentimental items and necessities, there’s not too many bags. Thankfully they all fit in his trunk.

You crash at his house the night before you leave. Only one teeny tiny problem… you missed your goddamn flight!

“You missed your flight and you lost your passport? You know what this means right Y/N? You’re stuck here in the country .” Ghiaccio said very calmly for a tense situation like this.

“ I’m an illegal now! What will I do???” You cried with tears staining your cheeks.

“ I already took care of the problem myself.” He said calmly. He pulls out a fake permanent residency card. It was as realistic as the real thing. Only thing is your last name is the same as his.

You can’t just stay! You needed to go home! This is wrong! You wanted to argue, but there was just something ominous about his demeanor.

“I love you too much Y/N. I can’t let you leave.” He said eerily calm, taking a step closer to you. Was it the anxiety or did the temperature of the room just drop.

“But… you know I can’t stay. I have to go home.” You whimpered.

He took a firm grip on your shoulders and made intense eye contact.

“Oh Y/N… perhaps you're not really understanding the situation. Allow me to say this in a language you understand: You’re not leaving me or the country..”he spoke in your mother tongue and he did it perfectly.

You can tell he’s mad, and you don’t want him to get worse. He’s a part of Passione, you know this. You’re not dumb! Now’s the time to do what you do best, be obedient and do what he says. After all, Ghiaccio knows best.

Once you accept your fate that you’re stuck here with him: it’s till death do you part. But don’t worry he still treats you as if nothing happened. Just as long as you don’t mention anything about it ☠️ or you’ll end up in the chilly basement for a few days. But it hurts him just as much as hurts you! He loves holding onto you at night as he’s drifting asleep. He’d never lay a hand on you, he just wants to make sure you never ever leave him.

But as long as you leave the past in the past (aka- your home and family!) you have a bright future ahead of you with this loving man! 🥰

[washa]

I listened to The Summit audio and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (IM STILL IN SHOCK WHAT TEH FUCK)

HELP OF COURSE ASHER LOST A FUCKING SHOE 

David’s gonna whip your ass Ash 

WHY ARE WE ROASTING ASHER SO BAD

Milo being a fashionista cannon

“Good thing belts don't correlate to height.” DAVID

Ash, Baabe, get a fucking room 

Sweetheart i’m crying please give a man some dress socks

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Vincent sounds so anxious

AWH NO WILL COME ON MAN NOT THE ASSISTANT 

Vincent baby… 😕

“I can't control how people are acting but I can control how I react.” PREACHHH VINCENT 

Mhm run past me. OOH MUSIC FUCK YES, THE DRACULA MUSIC I LOVE IT 🙏

Surprise??? He’s spoiling Lovely so bad

I'M SCARED IS IT GONNA JUMP AT ME LIKE THOSE PLASTIC SPIDERS

A CROWN?? NO NO NO THAT’S SO FUCKING SWEET 

THE SAME CRAFTSMAN AND EVERYTHING I CANNOT DO THIS😭

Wait, does Sam have a crown too?? Like being a duke

HE CALLED US BABY I CANNOT 

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Shit these sound effects are FIRE

Yo Sam wassup my guy.

Oh Porter. Hi dear ☹️

Sam is literally the opposite of me I love small talk and big events lmfao 

“Good people” He’s so salty lmfao

There’s no way Darlin’ isn’t smoking hot rn

AY ICE CREAM TUBS, Mint chocolate chip for the win 🙌

I imagine them going hand in hand, like elbows connected.

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Porter being a smooth bitch. (as usual)

Vincent is surprisingly kind abt this, well as nice as he can

IS TREASURE NOT HERE?? DID PORTER GASLIGHT ALL OF US.. 😰

That went well. Lovely calm your boyfriend before he pulls out his hair

Nah let like Sam punch him it’s funnier.

Are these other vamps that bad oh my god 

Ooh business deals?? Yes make that moolah.

Eccentric?? Tf you mean eccentric. I don’t think David can handle more eccentric people in his life.

HELP NOT ASH PICKING UP ON VINCENT (unrelated but can we just acknowledge how emotionally mature and smart Asher is?)

WHAT DID ASH DO?? TEAR DOWN A WALL???

Oh god Bennetts?? They sound pleasant.

Wait wait, House of Baz were allies, and but every word out of Deon's mouth was to diss William??? WHAT TYPE OF SHITTY ALLIES

I want those two to die, for all of their house to run into the sun. 

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ALEXIS HOLY SHIT AH

Latest conquest?? Come here let me rip you up 

JESUS WHAT THE FUCK ALEXIS?? SORRY I'M NOT IMMORTAL GOD DAMN.

I don’t wanna fight you lex. YOU GROW UP?? PETTINESS IS CHILDISH.

You selfish little bitch. I’M GONNA BITE HER URGHSHSHGY

Porter thank FUCK YOU'RE HERE

YES YES YES PORTER OH MY GOD GO PORTER, Thank you Porter 😭

Alexis can suck my dick. 

“Like a proper family” That's an interesting view on what your idea of a loving family is Porter.

Sammy BOY??? HELP IM CACKLING

Surprisingly Porter is in the right here. 

WOAH SHOWDOWN SHOWDOWN WOO 

WAS PORTER JUST LEFT THERE

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Oh god what fucking now, i cannot DEAL with anymore self centred fuckers.

Is he warning us? What’s happening.

OH MY GOD ADAM I FORGOT ABT HIM. 

Ykw he’s got a point here, a REALLY good point. CONSIDERING THE HOUSE OF BAZ THING.

ALEXIS SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR WRINKLED SQUEZZED GRAPE ASS LIFE

Sam :((( yes Sam you deserve that.

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Asher and Milo bring up the mood woop woop 

HOLY SHIT JUMPSCARE

Good lord Porter has a bad rep already w them

Investor gadget woop woop, investor gadget bam bam bam bam go gadget go bup bam bam bam badum badump.

?? CLOSEKNIT?? GOD DAMMIT FUCK CAN WE GO ONE VIDEO WITHOUT REFERENCING THEM

Milo clamp your jaw for a sec

OH MY GOD THE BENNETTS SUPPLIED CLOSEKNIT??

PORTER YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD THANK YOOU FOR THE LORE DROP. 

Wait wait we’re doing it now? OH GOD WE’RE GONNA INVESTIGATE NOW AT THE SUMMIT.

Sam said a lot of things..

WAIT NO ONE ELSE BUT DAVID KNOWS WHAT MILO DID?? Even after 2 years??

No Sweetheart think abt this please what if ya get caught.

GO BETA GO BETA FUCK IT UP WOOAHH (i’m sorry i'm so stressed.)

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You should’ve punched her Sam, you should’ve.

Sam and Darlin’ needed better taste in vamps ffs 

Sam therapy time 😇🥳 (as required in every Sam video)

YES SAM STAND UP FOR YOURSELF 

God Sam and Darlin’ are so fucking sweet URGDHAKDA

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Is Angel stuck talking there or??

Imagine talking to someone for like 15 minutes and come back to find your friends stalking a head of the house. David needs a panadol for the headache coming up.

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OOH ARE WE EAVESDROPPING.

Well nobody wants to join a cult tbh, like that’s so suspicious.

This is a surprisingly civil argument, i was expecting someone getting thrown through a wall

UH OH WE ALMOST GOT CAUGHT??

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WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

What’s up w the king

HUH HE’S DEAD????? WHEN I SAID I WANTED HIM DEAD I DIDN'T MEAN ACTUALLY DEAD.

TAH’S IT TAHT ITS WAHTD THE FUCK? DID SWEETHEART KILL HIM? DID CHRIS DO IT HOW DID ALEXIS KNOW, IS THAT WHY PORTER PICKED A FIGHT??? TO CREATE A DISTRACTION?? 

So no ice cream?? 💔