#fingers crossed I don't drop it again after a week lol

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Eleven to One: Scandalous Shooting

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin

Length: 3140 words

Tags: quickie sex, semi-public sex, might get caught, sex toys, toy use in public, a tiny bit of feet kink/admiration, standing sex, from behind, hard sex, very wet, very close to squirting, very close to losing your career, megalomaniac!you

TW: semi-public sex, I guess lol

Inspiration: the GIF below. Pure sex.

Credt: @sooyadelicacies, my wonderful co-writer in this series. You can find more parts here!

(A/N: After almost three weeks, I'm finally back! Eleven to One is far from being over, view this as sort of an interlude with a big plot point and some nice, good fun with our hot af Ahn Yujin. Enjoy!)

“Excited for my new shoot? Yujin has sent a video.”

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"Fuck you dumb bitch, suck it just like that." 

Your cock was currently slamming the throat of a gagging Kim Chaewon for what could be between one minute and one hour, anything in between really, but either way, her salvation has just arrived. You pull out of her huffing and puffing mouth and with no further thought wasted on the training session, you prepare to leave.

"What? Where are you going asshole?" Chaewon shouts, baffled, furious, most importantly baffled when you instantly have your hands around her neck and glare down at her, petite and small, kneeling on the floor, one could almost mistake her for a good girl. Chaewon is not yet there though.

"My desire and cock is needed elsewhere. You're not a priority, only a cheap convenience. Yujin is demanding my attention, rather, I demand her body right now." 

Chaewon's face further contorts to a scowl, as you expected. There is the spirit to fight, fight back, fight you, fight whoever opposes her. This spirit is slowly but surely bending to your will and the best part about it: Chaewon has no clue. 

"I'm better than she is..."

Left to right, you cross her messed up face with your cock and scoff at how pitifully desperate her expression is. A little fingering with Minju, a quick blowjob, a facefuck, and she is already demanding you to stay; over your beloved girlfriend, mind you.

"Don't kid yourself, Chaewon." You get your hand in her hair, comb it then mess it up again. "You are so far behind, it's not even funny to compare yourself to her. Like I said: not a priority.

"Minmin, I need you to tie her up. Chaewon's been bad again."

"Yes Daddy!" Minju says naked before you, she is always in the next room, ready to adhere to your commands with glee and joy, even as she puts ropes around her friends ankles and wrists.

"Oh and Minju,” you add, pants not yet around your waist. “How about you suck me off and I'll blast it all over Chaewon's face before I leave. If you are fast, I’ll allow you to lick it off of her too." 

Minju’s eyes brighten and she nods furiously. Soon she’ll nod on your cock.

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It always fascinates you how easy it is to get into certain areas as long as you look determined and wear the appropriate attire. You dart into the building where Yujin currently still had her shooting for the 1000th magazine her stunning face will be featured on.

Is this an issue for you? No. Yujin is yours, ready to go the extra mile for you every single day. She accepts your craziest desires, the family of lustful friends around the two of you, hell, she risks her entire hard earned career and reputation for you. No reason to mistrust her or be envious because people get to see her face or shoulder or feet—

Okay, this is where you draw the line. Yujin just looks too good; her curvy, willing body on the drawer, hair done to tempting perfection, gaze full of sex and then she sticks her bare feet out. You have to stop it, though it's already on camera, they can’t have more of that.

Behind a group of staff members you come to a halt. Get on your toes and look over their heads to find Yujin, in talks with the director. You hear whispers about some reshoots, Yujin handles the small, direct criticisms like a professional. Of course your eyes also drop from her face to her hips, then even lower to her feet, which are currently hidden in two ugly slippers.

Blending in with the crowd, you make a mental note to speed up plans for your next merger, which is right around the corner, only some stupid, posh guys in suits hesitating, because they don’t want to lose face to Hyewon’s non-nonsense negotiation tactics. After this final chess move, there is no more sneaking around after that. It's a checkmate for any and every doubt. Nothing can stop your fantasies from coming true.

You wait for Yujin to notice you, but then grow impatient. Tapping on your pants pocket, you push a button and notice from a distance a twitch of pleasure on her face as she quickly scans the room to find you.

Perfect, she still has it on her. Whenever Yujin goes out, she has the option to take a small bullet vibrator from her purse and use it to relieve some stress or make a boring schedule more fun. The vibrator is connected with both your and her phone, so you can always test if she knows that you are nearby—and also have your way with her, of course.

Yujin’s libido is great enough for such a bold move and of course she has found you immediately, but instead of going straight towards you, she continues her duty. After all, the reshoots have to continue.

"This scene right here, on top of the drawer," the director says. Yujin gets into position, and thank God she kicks off the slippers.

You lick your lips a little before turning into a scowl. You push the button again, only this time on a higher setting. If you arrived, you were the top priority, not some wannabe director having his eyes look at the most sex-oozing woman to ever walk on this earth. Watching Yujin squirm, you decide to pull out your phone and make a call. The call.

"Hyewon, plans have changed. I want the merger motion to go forward right now. I'm done waiting." 

"Yes, Master!" 

You only had to wait as you watched Yujin continue to try and control herself under the power of the toy inside her. As the minutes and poses went on, it became harder for her to withstand the buzzing pleasure, though the constant background noise has everyone except you blissfully unaware of the vibrators presence. You have to admit, waiting is the thing you hate the most in this world, but with Yujin on the edge, in public, right before your eyes, it’s more than bearable.

"Miss Ahn, is everything okay?" the cameraman asks, worried and puzzled by Yujin's expressions and the increasing redness on her cheek.

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm gu-ud. Should I try a different pose?"

"How about you put your legs up on it, like you did earlier?" the director suggests. 

When it comes to poses, magazine shoots, and being in front of the camera in general, Yujin is a goddess in every aspect. Cute, thrilling, hot, seductive, cool, she can do it all—and today she decided to give the people what they want.

This tease cannot go unpunished. You continue to let the vibrator do its thing on a low setting to not elicit any unwanted moans and just wet her crotch more and more. It might not be noticeable on the black dress, but she is about to soak it, let her juices run down her legs and pool at her marvelous feet. You are insatiable, not even stopping when she looks at you with begging puppy eyes—

Yujin is at your mercy; only you can get her out of this.

A message from Hyewon lights up your phone. It is done, Master. Well spoken, she must have really pushed those otherwise tenacious executives around hard to get it done this quickly. Smiling, you decide to make your presence known, startling the crew. 

"Mr. Director, you should be getting a phone call any moment now, I'm here to supervise the rest of this shoot. You're all doing wonderful, but I want to make sure Yujin's health is prioritized. Could we go for a lunch break now?"

"Sir, who are you—" The shrill ring of his phone interrupts the bewildered director, though his bewilderment only increases with every second the phone call continues. He hastily runs from set to set, gathering staff members, phone still pressed to his cheek.

"What have you done now?" Yujin snarls, her body not on the drawer anymore, unstable next to you. She grabs your suit, but elect to You ignore her and watch the staff flock out, the directors face full with sweat, an apologetic gesture towards you.

"So-sorry, Sir, we of course take the health of the idols very seriously. I didn't know you were managing her."

"It's alright," you say reassuringly, hand in a pocket, and in the thrill of the moment, you push the vibrator to the strongest setting. "Are you~ alright, Miss Ahn?"

Yujin cries out, her shriek startling the director. He tries to react quickly, but you put on your sternest, most serious face, really, the feat of a great actor, though that is par for the course in your business. 

"Lets not waste any time. Mr. Director .I'll need everybody off the set. I'd rather not have anyone see Miss Ahn like this. Thanks for your understanding."

"I-I, of course, I'll—"

The director throws his hands in the air. His face is pale, he is unsure where to run, left, right; he needs time to catch himself and find the exit as does everyone else. He closes the door with an apologetic bow and you can hear him shout in panic and frustration.

"How the hell did you do that?" Yujin mumbles, her hands on your side to keep herself upright. Look down to find her legs drenched in her own juices, the dress ruined, her hair in a wild mane.

You lick your lips. 

"Oh baby girl, you're mine now. I had Hyewon seal the deal. I bought your company, which means, personally and professionally, every part of you belongs to me."

Yujin's puppy eyes have never been bigger—except for maybe the time you first penetrated her tight pussy—though this time you find it hard to make out any clear thought she might have; is it pure bewilderment at the boldness and timing of your move? Is it anger because you purposefully got her into trouble, took things too far, just because you could? Or is it—

"Now what?" Yujin grits her teeth and looks to the wet floor. "This was too risky! Reporters will ask questions, some are going to spy on you, rumors will spread—they will find it out! You can't hide this forever."

You gently rake your hand through Yujin's raven hair and watch her toes tense up. Her entire body radiates tension, stress, like she can see everything crumble. The future looks bleak, nothing but darkness. The ‘young you’ can relate strongly, the bottom is usually dark—but as long as you fight, you'll reach the light. Even in the poorest of areas, someone is able to reach for the stars and create a better place for himself, his family.

A better place, even better than what you believed was already perfect.

"Trust me, Yujin," you coo to her and gently pull her hair back to look down at that concerned face of a beautiful goddess. "This is going to lead to moments greater than you could've ever dreamed of."

She looks at you with a swirl of conflicted emotions, but you don't let her dwell on it for too long as you move in to kiss her, prodding your tongue into her mouth too. You subtly position your left hand's fingers near her wet snatch.

"We don't have—"

"—a lot of time," the two of you whisper simultaneously. It's teamwork, alright, how she finishes your sentence with her needy voice, how you hike up her dress while she fiddles with your zipper, how you both find a bit of cover in the far corner of the room. If someone were to come in, you'd at least not be seen, but by the way Yujin squirms when you pull at the cord of the oval vibrator, her voice will make the situation blatantly obvious, even for a blind person.

"You need to stay quiet," you growl in Yujin's neck while you still try to get the plug out of her tight cunt. "This is some serious business, don't disappoint me. Do it like you did last year, on the red carpet.

"Why the fuck—"

The vibrator is still stuck inside her, the walls of Yujin's pussy clamp around it, not ready to let go of the pleasure the constant vibration brings. If it wasn't for your arm around her waist, Yujin would've dropped to the floor already. She is unable to resist it, it's deep inside her, it's snuck and comfortable. 

A conflict for you, for her: Can you really let her cum just like this again? It would not be the great, immediate release for your cock you were looking for, but the humiliation, Yujin's embarrassment would make you ascend to a new level of all-powerfulness. It's the same for her, just the other way around. It seems that she has made up her mind before you though:

"Daddy please, you-you need to leave… let me finish the shoot and—" 

But you keep kissing her neck. 

"Baby girl," you growl. "Either you cum on my cock after I pound your tight little pussy or I turn that toy in you on maximum for the rest of the day. You'll squirt like a fucking fountain, make a mess and then what? What will the headlines say then?" 

"Daddy, please! At home… I'll do whatever you want, just not here."

"You know it already don't you, baby girl? I'm your salvation—my cock is your salvation—with it inside your walls, it will keep your cum from spilling out and save you from becoming breaking news."

This much convincing, with Yujin convulsing, is really confusing, but in the end, she is unable to conceal her desire for you to plug her. Her neediness is an issue and your neediness is the solution.

There is no need or time for a blowjob, you are ready to enter right away, so you grab as much of the black dress as you can and pull it up. Yujin's help would be appreciated, but the horny thing can barely stand on her own, both her hands on your back to find security.

"You're the prettiest when you are this needy, baby girl," you tell her as her large, watery eyes are unable to look anywhere but you. A couple of tears spill over, then down her cheeks when she finally presses out the vibrator from her pussy. "Get your leg up here, on this couch." 

The angle is perfect, your throbbing cock aligned—you still need to dive in her delicious full lips with that strawberry flavor to deafen her moans. The dive was almost too late, the draw of her cunt is too strong for your manhood to resist, and of course you fill her fully.

"God, you're so tight, you're always tighter when you're so needy.” Your words come pouring out when you disconnect your lips from hers; it’s like disconnecting from the world and ascending to a place of unknown, unbound, unending power. “I get it now. These shoots, these long and stressful hours. You're so hard working baby girl, but now we can fuck anytime. Isn't that a good thing?" 

You thrust harshly and stroke Yujin’s pretty hair. Anytime, anywhere, it all doesn’t matter anymore. What it matters is you in her, above her, all over her. This is what your love is "Tell Daddy how it feels."

"Y-you're so greedy," Yujin huffs out, even after years of almost daily pussy pounding she is unable to control her breathing during sex. "Where, fuck, where will this end?"

"Answer my question, baby. And keep your moans down. I might make you cum, erupt like a pent up volcano. I can already feel the tsunami building up. Admit that you want me this greedy, because nothing can satisfy—"

"Fuck, okay, okay." Yujin grabs the sleeve of your suit with one hand and your nape with the other. "Daddy, own me. My entire life, my career, my social circle—take it." Her eyes are daggers, then a concoction of bliss, devotion and insurmountable expectations. "Take re-responsibility, and I'll be the best baby girl ever."

"You'll be that either way."

Slam her against one of these many thin, unstable decorative background walls, watch it sway dangerously backwards, but fuck her with the same recklessness as before. Yujin's teeth dig into her lower lip, her body losing all it's grip, except for the grip of her cunt, which you have fucked from every angle, sure, but standing has her the tightest. At least, you believe it right now—maybe it's the setting, the chance to get caught, the career ending thrill.

"I'm your good girl, good girl, Daddy, I—"

"Go on and cum. My cock will save you."

A fleeting moment, a moment of silence, no movement, as if time itself freezes. A moment where Yujin truly is powerless, where she can't just walk out and break up with you or throw everything away and live a different life. She is about to scream her orgasm out, and with her arms uselessly hanging on the sides of her convulsing, climaxing, prime body, nothing but you can stop her from getting caught.

And she submits herself to it, the scream never making it to anyone as you silence her with a strong palm on her luscious lips. Yujin shakes and shakes, only hints of juices making their way past your shaft, your base. She is plugged and both her legs and dress are saved—at least from being ruined entirely.

The orgasm continues in waves. Yujin's eyes water, her moans echo back, her knees melt like ice cream in the summer—she has to admit, she is waiting for your cream inside her, though it never comes.

"Good girl," you coo to her and start fixing her hair while still balls deep in her cunt. "I have some spare panties for you. Don't worry, I soaked them in some perfume, they won't smell anything. Remember, Daddy is right here. Just follow my lead."

"Y-yes." Out of breath is an understatement. You suffocated the poor girl to the point of exhaustion. Maybe that is the point, to make her look exhausted, weak, hell, she can barely walk. You support her, watch her put on the panties, swipe away some messed up makeup that would look too wild, too suspicious. 

"Hook your arm underneath mine," you tell her. "I'll tell them your ankle is hurt, that we'll go to a doctor, something like that."

"Daddy, why do you go through such lengths for, for this?"

You grin and look down at your girlfriend, mere moments before the photography director comes rushing back onto the set.

"Why are you so tight whenever we might get caught doing this?"

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Begin Again | Spencer Reid x F! Reader

Summary: Based off Hozier’s song “All Things End”. In which things abruptly ended between you and Spencer, and you’ve never been able to reconcile your emotions over the relationship, or losing him. When presented a second chance on a silver platter, you’re grateful for the chance to begin again.

Cross posted on Wattpad and AO3 and here is my masterlist!

wc: 9.2k

warnings: a lot of angst, that's about it.

a/n: and here i am again with another Hozier/Spencer collab. I promise the next one isn't going to be Hozier inspired lol, and I hope not to take two weeks to get the next out, but thank you for reading, it means the world:)

In one single night, the life you had worked so hard for has crumbled right in front of you. All the plans for the future, slipping right through your fingers.

If you had known five years ago where your dream job would lead you, you don't think you would have taken it. In fact, you would've went running in the opposite direction of the FBI's Quantico office, never to step a foot over the threshold. And maybe things would have been better that way, but there's no way to know.

Sure, you loved the job, adored it even. You took pride in knowing that you've saved people and locked the bad guys away, never to see the light of day again. And you loved your team, well, some more than others; but that was five years ago by now. You thought you had left it all behind but here you sit, waiting for your old boss to show up at a restaurant he made reservations at.

Your foot nervously taps against the floor, not entirely sure what to expect. You hadn't heard from anyone on the team in years, and out of the blue your old supervisor wants to meet? It probably doesn't mean anything good. But thankfully, your mind doesn't have to race for much longer as you see your old supervisor, Hotch, walk through the glass doors. You stand to shake his hand, and he greets you.

"It's been a while." He says, sitting down into the chair. You nod your head, scooting your chair closer to the table.

"It sure has been." The tension in the air is palpable, your palms are sweaty and your heart races, beating erratically in your chest.

"How has life been treating you?" He eases into the conversation, sipping on the water the waitress had dropped off before he arrived.

"It's been alright. Took a job as a professor." You say, skirting around the reality of what the past five years have really been like. It wouldn't be professional for you to tell Hotch your world had crashed and burned.

"That's good to hear." He smiles softly, and this time it's your turn to drink some water. You only hope he doesn't notice the tremble in your hands, but you know with his expertise he picked up on it immediately. Unable to take the suspense any longer, you speak up.

"Hotch, why did you call me here?" Your eyes bore into his as you await his answer. He clears his throat and takes a deep breath.

"There's been some changes in management since you've been gone. Strauss no longer oversees the BAU." He says, as if that's supposed to mean anything to you. You swirl the straw around in the cup, trying to give your mind something else to focus on to alleviate the overwhelming nerves.

"That's such a shame." Your voice drips with sarcasm. If you had it your way, Strauss would have fallen off the face of the planet five years ago.

"We would like to reinstate you." The straw stops swirling in the glass and it's like ice fills your veins. Lifting your gaze from the water, you see nothing but seriousness on his face.

"Reinstate me?" You're in disbelief, but Hotch nods.

"Only if you're interested." He says, sliding a file full of paperwork over to you. You open the file and see reinstatement forms waiting for you, a pen clipped to the top. Your mouth falls open in disbelief.

"I didn't think that was possible. After my suspension I was ineligible for any other federal position. So how is this happening?" You read the words on the front page of the form, unsure if you want to fill it out or not.

"I was able to pull some strings. We'd be happy to have you back." You know his words aren't entirely representative of everyone's feelings about you on the team, a pit of unease forms in your stomach the longer you look at the words.

"Well, some people maybe." You mutter, closing the file. Hotch sighs and readjusts his tie.

"The team misses you. Come by the office with me, for old time's sake if nothing else." Hotch offers, and despite the unease about seeing some of your former teammates, your curiosity and love for the job takes over.

"Sure." You agree, a part of you needing to see the office again. The office had practically been your home at one point, and now it's just a bittersweet memory.

The two of you hurry through lunch and before you know it, you're in a familiar passenger seat. Hotch's black SUV hadn't changed a bit, it's nostalgic in the best way possible. The file is clutched tightly in your grasp, your knuckles turning white as you get closer to the office. Familiar streets look the same as you remember, almost as if Quantico is stuck in time. You only hope that not everything about Quantico had been entrapped, you desperately hope that some things have changed.

Hotch parks in front of the building and your throat goes dry, your legs seemingly paralyzed, unable to move from their spot. Noticing your apprehensiveness, Hotch walks around and opens your door, offering you his hand to take. You take his hand and step out of his car, making the trip up to the BAU's office. The elevator ride is quicker than you remember and before you're mentally prepared, the doors slide open and you're met with a familiar space.

You walk behind Hotch, not being brave enough to walk in first. That, plus you're technically a visitor with no right to walk ahead of an agent. It seems the office space has also fallen victim to the time capsule effect. There's not a single desk or chair out of place. Your eyes glance around, seeing Derek's jacket slung over the back of his chair, Emily's usual coffee order beside her computer, and your old desk that sits empty. You purposefully ignore one of the desks, not having the courage to look over there.

Hotch leads you to his office and closes the door behind you. The blinds on his office windows are open, meaning anyone can look in here and see you sitting across from his desk. You're not sure if you want them to see you or not. No, you're definitely sure there's one person you don't want to see you.

"Now, I'm not asking you to make a decision right now. I know there's a lot to consider, but hear me out. I know that you did the right thing back then, if it were up to me you wouldn't have been suspended. You were one of our best and we need you back." He leans forward on his desk and you avert your gaze from him, looking down at the file on your lap. Your foot taps on the ground, mind racing a million miles a minute.

"If I do accept, I get fully reinstated?" It almost feels like a dream, you need to be sure that this is really happening.

"Fully reinstated." Hotch confirms. For the past five years this is all you've wanted, but now that you're presented with the opportunity, you can't help but wonder if the past has tarnished any chance of a new beginning or any fresh start here.

You hear an increase of voices outside of Hotch's office and you can't help but look over. Emily and Derek joke back and forth about something, each with a file in their hand. They must have just returned from a case. Following close behind is the one person you had hoped to avoid altogether, Spencer.

Your heart drops to your stomach, and it's like a bowling ball has been thrown right at your chest, knocking the air from your lungs. He's holding his own file and he takes a seat at his desk, opening the front of it up and quickly filling out the forms inside. His hair has grown out, it's curlier than you remember. And he looks more mature, his features more beautifully defined.

You remember all the mornings you would bring him coffee and all the times he would bring your favorite kind of muffin. How sometimes you'd return from a break and find that your incident report had already been completed. And then there were the times you would camp out at his desk, content to listen to him ramble about anything and everything under the sun. You always adored how animated he got when he was passionate about something, that was until the passion pivoted from topics of interest to yelling at each other in his kitchen. He sure was animated then, too.

"I can walk you out if you'd like." Hotch interrupts your staring and you blink a few times, knocking yourself out of your trance.

"Yeah, I'd like that, thank you." Your voice is hoarse and you make it your mission to keep your gaze focused on the back of Hotch's head as you exit the office. You don't miss the sudden cessation of voices as you two walk out, you can only imagine the conversations that follow your presence here.

Hotch drives you back to your car left at the restaurant and tells you to inform him of your decision, regardless of what it may be. You agree, it's the least you can do, but you don't give an indication one way or the other. Truthfully, you have no idea what you're going to decide. There are a lot of factors to consider, and Hotch knows that. He drives off and you return to your home, unable to think of anything else but the offer to be reinstated.

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The forms have sat on your countertop for the past three days, their presence almost suffocating you. You had tried to do other things, grade your student's papers and outline lesson plans but nothing was working. The only thing you can think of is whether or not you should take Hotch up on his offer.

Photos on your walls of the people you've saved stare back at you, their permanently smiling faces reminding you of all the good that came from the job. Your eyes move from one photo to the other, remembering each case as if it happened yesterday. Hardly anyone on the team kept photos like this, but you took inspiration from your mentor, Gideon, and admired how he was able to keep himself from getting lost in the darkness that comes with the territory of the job by reminding himself of those he saved.

While there were people you saved, there were a lot you lost as well. And you can't forget them either, no matter how hard you try. Their cries, screams, and corpses are forever tattooed in your memory and no matter the amount of time that passes, the memories never fade.

Without considering the people saved and the people lost, there's still the matter of your teammates. You had lost contact with them all after your suspension and you don't know if they'd welcome you back with open arms. Besides your suspension, there's the matter of Spencer.

Things hadn't ended well between the two of you, and you're not sure if you two could work together cohesively. Sure, everything happened five years ago but it doesn't take a genius to understand that time doesn't heal all wounds. Not wounds that cut down into someone's soul, the very fiber of their being.

You still remember the last words you ever spoke to one another, you remember the malice you held for each other. And it would be easy to place blame on either one of you, but you know deep down that it was not the sole fault of you, nor him. You each played a part in the relationship's downfall. Without thinking, you find yourself staring at an old team photo and the memory of that fateful night seeps into your mind.

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His hand slams down on the granite countertop, causing you to stop speaking immediately. He's never been this angry with you before, or ever, for that matter. His face is red, brows drawn tightly together, veins prominent on his forearms from the adrenaline.

"How could you have been so stupid? You knew what would happen and you did it anyways!" Spencer is trying his best not to outright scream at you, his voice is strained and you stammer to find the words. You can't believe he's actually blaming you for what you did.

"Stupid? If I hadn't done that she would have died. A five year old child would have been slaughtered in front of me. I didn't have time to think about the legality of the situation or how we could have benefitted from keeping the unsub alive, forgive me I forgot you've never made a damn mistake in your life." Anger and sarcasm thickly coat your words as you take a few steps towards him, not keeping your composure as well as him.

You had just shot a man at point blank range to save a girl's life not three hours ago, and had been suspended from the FBI for one. And here you are, having a screaming match with Spencer in his kitchen. You had expected him at least to console you, to reassure you that you had done the right thing, but instead he criticizes you.

His apartment had always been your safe haven. After particularly rough cases, the two of you would return here and hold each other close for however long it took to be okay again. He would make your favorite tea, and you would read him whatever book he wanted, wrapped up in each other's arms, safe. This place was supposed to protect you two from the horrors of the world, be your own little slice of peace. But within the blink of an eye, your safe haven turned into your own personal hell.

"He could have given us so much more information about other victims. There was no guarantee she would have died. If you would have just thought things through none of this would have happened." He shakes his head, voice dropping octaves and it chills you to your core. Your jaw sets tightly and your chest constricts with emotion. After everything you two had overcome together, you can't believe this is the last straw.

"You know what Spencer, you were the one person I thought I could count on to back me up on this." You say, taking steps back and accepting the hard reality that things can never be the same. You turn and make your way to his bedroom and find your bag at the end of the bed. In a rush, you open it and throw some of your belongings in before zipping it up and slinging it over your shoulder.

As you pass him in the kitchen you dig into your pocket and find your keys. With trembling fingers, you take the key to the apartment off the ring and toss it on the counter. Without stopping to gauge his reaction, you reach the front door and turn the handle. Before you take your last steps out of the apartment, you turn back and face him. The man you had planned a life with is now unrecognizable to you, and you force yourself not to cry in front of him. Knowing this could very well be the last time you ever see him, you find it within yourself to say something.

"What happened?" Your voice breaks, betraying your false attitude of confidence. Before he can speak, you close the door behind you and put one foot in front of the other with no destination in mind.

In one single night, the life you had worked so hard for has crumbled right in front of you. All the plans for the future, slipping right through your fingers.

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Your fingers ghost over the picture frame, and a lone tear streams down your cheek. It's hard saying how many tears you've shed over the entire situation, and you're sure this won't be the last.

After a while, you find yourself on your couch, snuggled underneath a faux fur blanket and staring at your wall of photos. Their smiles seem to be wider tonight, like they're encouraging you to make a choice. Something within you blooms, a spark of hope burns in your chest and you know that you've made your decision.

The love of the job, the love of helping people, is far stronger than your sorrows over Spencer. You've had five years to come to terms with that relationship ending, but you've never been able to come to terms with losing the job you worked so hard for. Besides, you're not going to let a man force you to change your plans for the future.

Your hands find your phone and you email your resignation to your boss at the university. It's past midterms, and everyone is performing well enough so you decide to pass them all, no final exam needed for anyone.

Not caring about the fallout of your abrupt resignation, you get to work filling out the reinstatement forms. You feel a familiar buzz, the one that has your fingertips tingling with excitement and it's clear that you're making the right decision. You're going to be back where you rightfully belong.

- - - - - The next morning you step off the elevator with the file clutched tightly by your side. Butterflies flutter in your tummy but you force yourself to hold your head high as you open the office doors. You've made a point to dress your best, wanting your reinstatement to be memorable and show people that you're back for good; and you mean business.

Hotch's door is open and so you let yourself in. His eyes widen when he sees you and motions for you to take a seat. He eyes the folder in your hands and you can tell from the way he sets his pen down that he's nervous about what you've come here to say. You could have fun with this moment and make him sweat with anticipation, but you're not cruel and your excitement surely shows through your façade.

"I take it you've come to a decision?" He breaks the silence and meets your eyes. You nod your head, trying your hardest to keep a neutral expression.

"I have." You say and slide the file across his desk. Hotch opens the front cover and you see his shoulder relax, he lets out a breath he had been holding.

"I was hoping you'd come back." He smiles and stands from the desk, extending his hand for you to take. Unable to keep a smile off your face, you feel like this is your first day all over again; bright eyed and hopeful for the future.

"Couldn't keep me away." You tell him and he drops your hand. The clock on his wall reads ten minutes until ten, and you're hopeful that he lets you sit in on the morning's briefing.

"You know the drill, conference room in ten." He says and places the file on a stack on his desk. With a nod of your head, you exit his office and go back to the bullpen, where your confidence falters and reality sets in.

You had convinced yourself last night that the love of this job would be enough but you can't deny the creeping anxiety you feel. How is the rest of the team going to react? And what are you going to do if they're unwelcoming? You know you can count on Spencer being unwelcoming, but you hope the others aren't. You've missed them more than anything.

Ten minutes flies by too quickly for your liking. You had shown up to the conference room early, too anxious about running into someone to do anything else. But one by one the team files in, luckily Hotch comes first and you know with him here nobody will dare say anything to your face. Derek, Emily, and JJ come in shortly after Hotch, each giving you a small smile as they take their seat around the table. The tension is palpable in the air, almost as if an energy is buzzing between all of you. But when Spencer makes his appearance, it's like your heart drops into your stomach.

He blatantly ignores you, opting to take the farthest seat from you, sipping his morning cup of coffee. You try not to look at him, but out of the corner of your eye you can notice even more changes about him. His style, for starters, is one of the biggest changes. It seems he's ditched his sweaters and instead has replaced them with simple button ups, sleeves rolled to his elbows with a simple black tie.

Your heart rate increases as you realize this is not the same man you remember, he seems intimidating now; which is never how you would have described him before. He's not the Spencer you knew at all, and you're not sure if that makes you relieved or pained. Pulling you out of your train of thought, Hotch begins the morning meeting.

"Now, I'm just going to address the elephant in the room. We've regained one of our best team members, and I'm confident that we can all work cohesively together moving forward." You know who his words are for, everyone does. But luckily, Hotch moves on, bringing up pictures of young girls and this time, JJ speaks up.

"Three girls have gone missing in Northeast Harbor, Maine. It's right by the Acadia National Park which makes it a highly traveled place. Each girl attended the local high school, all in the same class. The first went missing three weeks ago, the second went missing two weeks ago, and the third went missing one day ago." JJ gives us the rundown of the case, and you take as many mental notes as you can, feeling a little out of practice from the order of operations. And you don't miss how similar this is to the case the team was working when you were suspended. In fact, this case is eerily similar.

"Local police have called us in before a fourth goes missing. They've found no evidence that the girls have been killed, so we treat this case as missing persons. Wheels up in fifteen." Hotch says, dismissing the team. You know that you will get more details on the flight to Maine, so you don't sweat the smaller details of the case.

Everyone gets up to leave, Spencer is the first out of the room and it's almost as if being in that room was the worst form of torture for him. With a sigh, you get up and follow the others, trying not to dwell on Spencer's actions too much. After all, you knew this was coming.

"It's good to have you back." Emily says as you pass her desk, and you smile, stopping to talk with her.

"It's good to be back. I didn't think I'd ever get this chance." You tell her truthfully, trying to gauge her reactions to you being here. She smiles warmly, her fingers curled around a disposable coffee cup.

"When Strauss retired, bringing you back was one of the first things Hotch wanted to do." She says, which surprises you. With raised eyebrows, you perch on the edge of her desk.

"Really? And everyone was okay with it?" You inquire, wanting to see if she'll give you any helpful information about everyone else's feelings about having you back. She takes a sip of her coffee and nods.

"Really. After you were suspended we conducted our own investigation into the matter and we even went to Strauss about it. But she wouldn't change her mind, no matter what evidence we showed her." Emily sighs and takes another drink. You had never heard of any sort of investigations or other findings, it's all news to you.

"What did you all find?" You ask, nervous to know what had happened after you had been dismissed from service. Emily's eyes look around the bullpen before she steps closer to you.

"We found a notebook at the unsub's house, full of information about the other victims, almost like a step-by-step replay of how he abducted them. We found the other three missing girls locked away in the shed behind his house. It didn't matter if he lived through that day or not, we had saved them all." Her words hit you hard, like you had just walked headfirst into a brick wall. Your mouth falls agape in shock.

Strauss' reasoning for having you suspended was that the use of deadly force wasn't warranted, that it was unnecessary and excessive. Even though he had a knife to a girl's throat, she was hellbent on the idea that had he lived more information would've been found. But the information was found not even twenty four hours after your suspension.

"So you're telling me that not even a full day after she suspended me you all found the other girls alive and well? Killing him didn't affect anything?" You almost can't believe what you're hearing. Emily places a reassuring hand on your shoulder,

"We did. And when you killed him you likely saved that girls' life. His notebook told us that he was planning on ramping up his attacks."  You feel like you could get sick. Out of the corner of your eye you see Spencer walking towards his desk, but all you can focus on is the revelation Emily just revealed to you.

"So my suspension was for nothing?" Your voice wavers as it all sinks in. You had indeed saved that girls life, and hadn't even ruined the chance of finding the others. Your fingers grip the edge of her desk tightly. Emily's grasp on your shoulder tightens, and she brings you in for a hug.

"We all tried our best, but Strauss wasn't having it. But we're glad you're back. We've missed you." She says, backing out of the embrace and leaving you shell-shocked on her desk as she goes to throw away her coffee cup.

-----

The jet is silent as everyone reviews information for the case. Your eyes read the words but your distracted mind can't comprehend them. No, your mind is too busy mulling over the fact that your suspension had been needless. And if that was needless, so was your fight with Spencer. Things didn't have to be this way, but they were.

Your eyes flicker up to Spencer, who's sitting across the jet from you, eyes trained on the papers in front of him. His beauty still manages to take your breath away, though you know you should hate him. You should despise him, but you can't. Some of your fondest memories are shared with him. And no matter how cruel his words were to you, you can't erase the love you still hold for him.

Probably feeling your eyes on him, he looks up and meets your eyes for the first time in five years. Your heart thumps erratically. While his style might have changed and his hair might be curlier now, his eyes are still the same.

You remember waking up and seeing those eyes shining down at you. The memories of looking into those eyes for comfort and love are not lost on you, your heart yearns for more of those moments; but you know that might never happen again.

All too soon, Spencer breaks eye contact with you and continues reading the file. Even more distracted than before, you feign reading the case file. You know you should be trying your best to absorb the information given this is your first case back but your mind is flooded with memories on this jet.

Everywhere you look, you can remember a moment you shared with Spencer. How he would beat you at chess every time, how you two would fall asleep next to each other on the bench seat, hands intertwined. Even the bathroom holds memories of when he would clean blood off of you from particularly bad cases, and how he would hold you as if you were the most precious artifact.

And all of that ended, all of it in the blink of an eye.

You bite the inside of your cheeks as to not cry from the overwhelming emotions you're not longer able to suppress and force yourself to read the words on the paper. Your body betrays you, and a single tear drops from your cheeks and stains the paper.

By the time the jet lands, you've somehow managed to read the case file front to back and have the information basically memorized. A sense of deja vu dances in your head, seeing similarities to the last case you worked. But this time, you vow to yourself that you won't get suspended. In fact, you'd be surprised if you're given any responsibility except for victimology.

-----

Just as you figured, you've been stuck with victimology. Which is fine, you're definitely not about to complain about what responsibilities you're saddled with; you're just happy to be back.

Unfortunately, Spencer has been tasked with the geographic profile, as usual, which means you two are forced to work in close quarters in the police precinct. You're not sure if Hotch did this on purpose or not, but you do your best to keep your head down and get your work done well. You want to impress the team on your first case back to show them you still have what it takes, that you deserve to be here.

You have pictures of the missing girls spread in front of you, and you take your time to study their physicality, to pick out any similarities they share to suggest why they may have been singled out. Your keen eye for detail hasn't deteriorated in the past five years, and you're able to make a list of all physical similarities before you move onto other types of similarities.

While you try your best to focus solely on your work, it's hard to concentrate when Spencer is so close. He's too close for comfort, you can smell his cologne and all you want to do is to be wrapped up in his arms so you can fully appreciate how good he smells. You want to bury your face into the curve of his neck, to feel his skin on yours.

Truthfully, after things ended with you and Spencer, you couldn't bring yourself to let another man touch you. The thought of anyone's hands on you except for Spencer's made you nauseous. You only want him to know your body like that, and beyond the physicality, Spencer knows you on such a deeply intellectual level, an intimate level.

Your gaze travels from your list to his back, watching as he pushes pins into a map. His shoulders strain against the button up, showing you that's he's put on some muscle. It looks good on him, everything about him looks good. It's hard to believe that this is the same man you had planned your life with.

He abruptly turns around from the board, and you're caught red-handed. His eyes immediately find yours that are already trained on him. The expression on his face is unreadable, you silently beg for him to say something, anything, even if it is a criticism. You just need to hear his honeyed, smooth voice say your name. You see him swallow before he clears his throat and returns to his work.

Your throat constricts and you hastily stand from your seat, needing some fresh air. You push past officers walking down the hall and practically run outside. Once the sunshine hits your skin, you try to take some breaths and calm your racing mind. Where your mind should be occupied on the case, the only thing you can think of is Spencer.

Maybe your love for the job just isn't going to be enough for you to get through this.

While standing outside to regain your wits, the team returns and Hotch looks at you with confusion. In fact, they all do, but Hotch is the only one to say something.

"Why are you out here? Is everything okay?" He looks over you and can probably easily see indications of stress. But you hope to stave him off, and downplay the situation.

"I'm fine, just needed some fresh air is all." You smile up at him, really trying to sell your story as the truth. You definitely can't tell him you almost regret being reinstated.

"Yeah, okay. Well, we need you inside to review everything." From the sound of his voice you know he doesn't buy it, but doesn't push the matter any further.

The pit in your stomach returns as you realize you only have a portion of the victimology done. You should have it nearly completed but you couldn't focus for more than five minutes. Internally, you kick yourself and start figuring out what explanation you're going to give.

The entire team crowds in a small conference room within the precinct, ready to debrief on today's findings. Those working in the field speak up first, lending their theories about what kind of person we're looking for. But you already know the kind of monster you're looking for, it's the same as the man you shot.

Your turn comes around and you let out a sigh. Maybe you can blame your rusty skills on the suspension. They might buy it.

"The victims, as we know, are all within the same age range as each other with similar physical features. It's likely that these victims remind the unsub of someone he has a history with." You begin your on-the-fly analysis and hope they can't see right through you. Knowing you still have work to do, you finish with telling them you're wrapping up the additional research. Thankfully, they all receive your answer well.

You turn from the board to take your seat again, meeting Spencer's eyes once more. You can't tell if he's unimpressed or if he's inside his own mind. Quite frankly, you'd rather not know. The thought of him being unimpressed with you feels like a hot iron being pushed through your torso because you remember how euphoric it felt to receive his praise.

-----

"You know I'm perfectly capable of doing this myself." You fight off a laugh, watching your boyfriend scramble for the documents on your desk. He's insisting that he finish your reports so the two of you can go home early. The thought is nice, but you feel bad for him having to do more work.

"I know you can do it and that you'll do it perfectly, but I want to." He says, finally grabbing the file from your hand. With a huff, you let him take the victory and stand from your seat, going to return your dirty mug to the break room.

When you come back into the bullpen, you can't help but to admire how handsome Spencer is. The angles of his nose and jaw are perfection, and his curly brown hair is the softest you've ever felt. After two years of being together, you have yet to find a flaw.

You perch yourself on the edge of his desk, watching his scribbled handwriting fly across the page. As long as Hotch doesn't catch on that Spencer's doing your work, you suppose you can let him finish it this once. While he works to finish the report, your fingers rake through his hair, eager to go home for the night.

You don't really feel like going out, you're tired from the return back to Quantico today and so you hope Spencer doesn't mind staying in. You'll let him pick the movie, and you'll make his favorite dessert; it'll be a picture perfect evening together.

After he's done, you two walk hand in hand down to your car, and you make the familiar trip to Spencer's apartment. Well, to your apartment as well. The two of you had agreed that it makes more financial sense for you to move in with him, and so you did without a second thought.

As the sun sets, casting a warm golden glow throughout the apartment, you close your eyes and snuggle into Spencer's side. His arm wraps around you, pulling you close, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head and reminds you of what a good job you did on the case. The simple moments like these are your favorite, where the two of you are content with just the presence of the other.

-----

Hours later, you're still at the precinct trying to get the victimology done before going back to the hotel. You were hoping Spencer would've left with the rest of the team, but he insisted that he still has work to do. So it's just the two of you working in strained silence.

Every once in a while you glance up at him, only to see that he's engrossed in his work. The familiar crinkle of his eyebrows is prominent as he studies the map in front of him, and you know that before too long he'll reach the conclusion he's looking for. His mind works in mysterious ways that you can't even begin to comprehend.

Not wanting to be caught staring again, you put pen to paper and write out your thoughts and theories. You know that the unsub is physically weak because he's decided to go after young girls and that the unsub is likely a staff member or someone trusted, seeing as how the girls all vanished on school grounds without a commotion. Your pen taps the table as your brain works to flesh out a better profile of the unsub.

About an hour later, your mind is exhausted and you know that even if you stay up trying to figure it out that you won't be able to come up with anything good. Your brain needs a break from critical thinking. You tuck the contents of the file inside rather haphazardly, the thought of a hotel bed is enticing, so enticing that you almost forget Spencer is here with you; that is until you hear him call your name. Feeling as if a weight had been dropped into your stomach, you swallow your nerves and turn to face him. His doe eyes look soft, unlike the guarded expression he wore earlier.

"Yeah?" You ask, thankful your voice doesn't show him how nervous you are. He places the cap back on his marker and rolls up the maps he was working on. With each step that he takes closer to you, your heart thumps harder until he's right in front of you, within your arm's reach.

"It's late, you shouldn't walk back to the hotel alone." He states in a soft tone. Everything within you wants to accept his offer immediately, but the guarded part of you won't let you. Within the last five years you and Spencer had been separated, you had become hyper-independent; and now that part is trying to take control in order to spare your feelings.

"I should be okay, it's only a few blocks away. I wouldn't want to interrupt your work." You say and adjust the grasp you have on your file, going to step away from him. The second your head turns, you feel his hand wrap around your arm gently. His hand is warm, and familiar.

"I've been done with my work for the last two hours." He admits, and your eyebrows crease together.

"Then why stay here? You could've gone back with the team." The confusion is prominent in your voice. It just doesn't make sense, and Spencer is a man that prides himself on making logical choices. He licks his lips, a nervous habit you had picked up during your first year on the team.

"Well I just- I just needed to make sure that you got back alright." You can see the insecurity from the slouch in his shoulders and his stumbling of words. Your throat is dry, and you feel yourself start panicking. You don't know what to do. A part of you just wants to kiss him but the other part remembers the look on his face when he called your actions stupid.

"Hotch reinstated me, I have my gun back. I'll be okay." You reason with him, eyes darting down to the holster on your hip.

"I know that. But, please, just let me walk you back." He practically begs. You know you don't have a good reason to tell him no, other than for selfish reasons. So you just nod, and he follows you out of the precinct.

The streetlights offer a good amount of light, and the critters in the trees hoot and chirp around, bringing life to the dark. Besides the wildlife, your footsteps are the only other thing to be heard. That is, unless he can hear how your heart is about to beat out of your chest. Never in this lifetime did you ever think this scenario was plausible, yet here you are. Walking side by side with Spencer as if you two didn't once share everything under the sun. As you walk back, you know your time is limited, and there's one burning question you've wanted to ask.

"Spencer, why didn't you tell me that the team had found those girls the next day?" Your voice is hoarse from how dry your throat is, and Spencer slows his pace. He looks down to the sidewalk and licks his lips before answering.

"I didn't think you would want me to contact you. You left your key on the counter and packed a bag, I knew you weren't coming back." His voice is quiet and sounds pained. Your pace slows to match his.

"I mean, I had just shot a man and you told me I was stupid." You point out, vividly recalling the sound of his hand coming into contact with the countertop. Your heart shatters a little more each time you think about it. It's still hard to believe that your loving Spencer was capable of being so angry with you. Glancing from the sidewalk to Spencer's face, you don't miss how his lower lash line looks wet. His hands are tucked into his pockets, eyes glued to the pavement, until they snap up and see you standing there, illuminated only by the streetlamp.

"You weren't stupid. You did what you had to do to save the girl. I was just scared. I was so scared of what they were going to do to you. They suspended you and I didn't know if it was going to end there. I thought maybe that they might even press criminal charges." He tells you, and while it makes sense, it still doesn't justify his actions in your mind.

"I was scared out of my mind. That was the first person I ever killed." You tell him, aware that he already knows that. But if you all are rehashing the past, why not bring it up? You'd be lying if you said you weren't trying to slightly guilt trip him.

"I should have been there for you, no matter what they were going to do. I panicked and made you leave your home." His voice cracks and you feel your own voice constrict. Your free hand balls into a fist to keep yourself from reaching out to him and comforting him.

"You had to protect yourself too. If you defended me too much, you could've been facing suspension as well." You had thought over the entire scenario every day for the last five years and know that part of his reaction was likely to protect himself as well. It hurts, but you understand. The job is everything to him.

"I would have rather been suspended than lose you." A lone tear drips down his cheekbone. Your brain feels like it's short circuiting from trying to keep up with everything that he's telling you. But you recognize the gravity of the situation you're in and you know that this is your chance to start making amends or burn the remnants.

"Spencer. This is, this is a lot-" You start speaking but he's cutting you off.

"Please, take your time and think about it. I'll give you all the time in the world if that's what you need." His words bring some relief, the pressure of making an on-the-fly decision while mentally exhausted is alleviated, but you know you're going to have to figure things out soon.

The two of you walk back to the hotel in silence, save for a sniffle here and there from Spencer. You decide that you'll work this case and go back to Quantico, and by then you should have your mind made up. He walks you to your door and bids you a goodnight before returning to his own room. As he walks down the hall, a small part of you already knows what decision you're going to make.

-----

The team had the case solved in three days. It was easy enough, the unsub practically singled himself out in staff interviews and the girls were all found alive, thankfully. He had been keeping them in a cellar attached to his house, bound and gagged. You're glad this one ended without incident, and you're grateful to see the reunification of the girls with their parents.

But, the job never stops, and so the team loads back onto the jet to Quantico. You feel Spencer's eyes on you for the entire ride back, but you do your best to ignore him. You had your mind made up, but you just weren't sure of what you wanted to say and you knew that if you looked at him that you would give yourself away. The perfect words are needed to fully express your sentiments, it needs to be done right. Plus, he said you had all the time in the word. But, the part of you that's missed him for the last five years is becoming very impatient and you know you're going to tell him soon.

As the team disembarks from the jet, talking about their weekend plans, you come up with what you believe is a good idea. The team waltzes into the office and conducts their investigation reports, excited to start their weekend while you fill your file out with the utmost haste, you practically buzz with anticipation.

"You got a hot date to get to or something?" You hear Derek ask you, gaining the attention from some of the others, Spencer included. Your eyes bounce from him back to Derek and you shake your head.

"Oh, no I just want to get it all on paper before I forget." You lie, probably very unsuccessfully judging by the look Derek gives you, but he drops it. Within seconds, he's back to talking about his plans to Emily.

Twenty minutes later and you're practically running out of the office and to your apartment. Before you carry out your idea you want to make sure you look your best. So you take your time to shower, do your hair, and pick out a flattering outfit. If everything goes accordingly, this could very well be the start of a new beginning.

-----

Standing outside of an all too familiar door, you knock before you can talk yourself out of it. You hear footsteps on the other side, and within seconds, the door swings open. Spencer stands in the doorway, looking as if he's seen a ghost. His mouth drops open and he blinks at you a few times.

"Can I come in?" You ask, knocking him out of his daze. He nods enthusiastically,

"Yes, of course." He opens the door wider for you and you step over the threshold.

The apartment is almost exactly how you left it. In fact, you see that your belongings are still on display. Your favorite blanket is draped over the couch, the rug you had picked out is splayed underneath the coffee table, and the artwork you had chosen still adorns the walls. You figured he would've thrown everything of yours out. He comes to stand beside you, watching your reaction as you take it all in.

"I couldn't bring myself to change anything. I hoped that one day you would come back." He says, looking down at you. The eyes that meet yours are the same ones that you looked to for comfort, all that time ago, and are now finding a new comfort from them.

"I figured it would all be gone." You admit and take one more look around. He shakes his head.

"Would you like some coffee? I have the blend from the shop down the street." Spencer offers, heading towards the kitchen. Your heart swells knowing that he still gets coffee from your favorite shop. He had never been the biggest fan of their particular blend, but he still got it because he knew it was your favorite. And it seems like he never stopped getting it.

"Yeah, that would be nice, thank you." As he walks off into the kitchen, you let yourself walk around to inspect the apartment some more. Your fingertips graze over the blanket on the couch and you notice that on the coffee table there's a book. But it's not just any book, it's the one you had been reading before that fateful night, and when you open it, you see that the bookmark is still there, left at the exact spot you had left off.

Spencer walks back into the room and sees you holding the book. He puts the coffee down on the table and licks his lips, watching as your eyes scan the page. You close the book and put it down, taking a spot on the couch. It's still just as comfortable as you remember. Wanting to enjoy the nostalgia and old comforts, you take your time sipping on the coffee, reminiscing.

"You know, I never thought I'd ever leave this place." You speak, looking out of the window, seeing traffic passing by. The last bit of coffee makes its way down your throat and you know you've stalled for long enough.

"I never wanted you to leave." Spencer says after a few moments of silence. You set the cup on the coffee table and look over at him. He's taken a spot on the opposite side of the couch. Your heartstrings tug and you begin questioning why this all had to happen in the first place.

"You told me you would give me all the time I needed." You start your well-rehearsed rhetoric, and he nods.

"As long as you need." His voice is soft and genuine. You feel your fingertips buzz with anxiety, and you pick at the seams of your pants, trying to alleviate the jittering.

"I've taken as long as I needed. Well, I've actually taken more time than I needed but I wanted to be sure of what I was choosing." You feel your hands start to shake, you're not sure why you're so nervous. This is your Spencer. But it feels like the first time meeting him all over again. His eyes are intently on you, studying every micro expression.

"And?" He swallows hard, eyes growing slightly wider. You break his gaze and look around the cozy apartment. This feels like home.

"And I feel like the last five years I've been wandering with no destination. I got a new job, new apartment, but it all felt temporary. And I was never sure why. I tried to replace everything, furniture, new books, all of it; but it never felt like mine." You explain, taking the long route to the point.

A moment of silence passes between the two of you. The energy between the two of you is practically buzzing with nervousness.

"But I guess what I'm trying to say is that this feels like home. Being here, with you, feels like home." Your bottom lip quivers as the words pass your lips. Thinking the words and saying they hold two very different gravities.

Spencer's shoulder visibly relax and he lets out a breath. He smiles widely at you, tears threatening to spill over onto his face. You feel your own eyes water, and the hole in your heart feels as if a little of it is mending.

"It doesn't feel like home without you." He says and crosses the couch, pulling you into his embrace.

The feeling of his arms around you causes the withheld tears to fall, dripping down your cheek and landing on his arms. It's almost surreal that this is happening. What you thought had lost, what had slipped away from you, is returning you and allowing you to begin again.

"I am so sorry for everything I said. I didn't mean it, and I hope you know that. This doesn't even begin making up for any of it, but I will work every day to prove to you that I am better. I love you so much it hurts." Your heart swells at his words, and you know he means them. The way he's holding you is all the proof of authenticity you need.

"I love you too, I've missed you every single day." You tell him, voice breaking while you hold onto him tightly.

Your eyes close as you savor the feeling of him holding you. Spencer presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you look up at him with watery eyes.

The golden sunlight filtering in from the window illuminates his glistening honey eyes. Your hand comes up and wipes a tear from the corner of his eye, and he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut. Gently, your thumb caresses his cheekbone, appreciating his beauty up close once more.

When his eyes open, finding you staring back at him, it's like Spencer has his own gravitational pull. Before you know it, he's tucking your hair behind your ear and holding your face, bringing you closer to him. After five long years of waiting for this moment again, your lips finally meet his.

It's just like the first kiss you ever shared. You're nervous, but full of excitement for the future. You can't possibly imagine anything ending between the two of you again. And sure, it might take time to heal each other, but you're finally back home where you belong and that's good enough for now.

Spencer deepens the kiss, and you smile into it, already falling back into pattern with ease. It's like the two of you were made for each other; two halves of one whole.

When your lungs beg for oxygen, you break away from him with warm, swollen lips and rosy cheeks. Leaning your forehead against his, your adjust so that he's laying back against the armrest and your situated between his legs, your back to his chest.

There are no words to bring justice to the fullness you feel. The hole that was created when you walked out of that door is filling itself back in with each second you spend in his arms. You're content for the first time in a long time.

As you lean your head back against his chest, you take a deep breath and remind yourself that this is just the beginning of a long, fulfilling life with Spencer. He presses a soft kiss to the side of your face, whispering to you that he loves you once more.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fandom #mgg #matthew gray gubler #Spotify

[woeswrites]

Yandere Will Graham

Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Brief mention of rape/rapist, Dubious consent (mention of sex while under the influence), etc.

Notes: I am trying to be active again (fingers crossed). Headcannons are a really easy way for me to get the creative juices flowing. Don't be surprised if a few more come out after this one lol.

You were a recent survivor of an attack

No, it wasn't the Chesapeake Ripper

It was just some other wannabe serial killer trying to get his rocks off

He had a dumb, stereotypical name too

The midnight slasher? midnight butcher?

Something like that

The media wasn't very creative with it

Whatever his name was, he'd clearly had a type

Young men

All of a similar stature

With the same hair and eye color

All known to known be up at all hours of the day

It was a pretty open and shut case in Will's eyes

He was a plain and simple lust killer

Most likely white and in his 30s-40s

Classic closet case turned homicidal

He hadn't seen why the FBI was so stumped on the whole thing

The only real trouble was the lack of DNA evidence

He'd been real good at cleaning up after himself

Will knew he'd slip up eventually

This wasn't the type of guy to be so well organized for long

Well--

Does being murdered by your most recent victim count as a slip up?

Because that's exactly what happened

He was called to the scene with the rest of the team

The sight of you trembling, covered in blood, and standing over top of that creep was his first impression

You met his eyes and he was unable to pull away

Something about your tear blotched face held him captive

Jack tasked him with asking you questions about the events at hand

Normally this would have annoyed Will

He wasn't the talking type

Let alone someone sensitive enough to make such a traumatized person feel comfortable

But something in him didn't mind so much

Maybe it was the way you looked so vulnerable

Or the fact that no matter how much he pushed the idea away, he saw himself in you

An innocent man turned murderer under the right circumstances

"I'm Will Graham and I'll be asking you some questions."

"God, okay. I'm Y/n. Can't really say it's nice to meet you."

Will tried to start off slow

Ask the basics before moving onto the more pertinent information

You'd answer to the best of your abilities (considering the circumstances)

It took Will a second to jot down your responses

He'd get a little too caught up in your features to notice you'd stop talking

"Sorry, what was that? You got off work at 9?"

There was something admirable about your attempts to infuse your story with a bit of dry humor

Likely a coping mechanism

But Will found himself smiling a bit at your quips

By the time he'd finish up with you he'd felt a little attachment form

Sure the case was over on his end

But it didn't stop him from asking Jack about you

At least a couple times a week

"How's things going with that self defense case? Y/n's...?"

Will showed up the next day with your case fill on his desk

The sticky note stuck to it warned about annoying Jack with too many questions

He'd spend all night re-reading the details

Without noticing he began slipping in and out of re-enactment mode

Imagining you on top of him

Knife in hand

Crazed look in your eyes

He tried to shake the image away

He shouldn't be doing this

It wasn't right

You could've died that night

His guilt ridden thoughts did nothing to lessen the tent that had formed in his pajama pants

He tried to push the idea of you out of his head

Usually he'd have more control over himself than this

His resolve was strong at first

He'd hidden the manila folder away in the depths of his lower drawer

Telling himself he'd drop it

That worked for a couple of days

That was before he started dreaming of you

Events that he hadn't preformed himself took ahold of him

He became your attacker that night

He chased you

He ripped apart your clothes

He was the one who you fought off

He's the one who you thrust that knife into

And he loved every second of it

Wait--

No, he couldn't

This was just his empathy disorder

Yeah!

He was just in character

This definitely wasn't him

He would never want to do any of that stuff

And he'd prove it

He had memorized that file from front to back at this point

It wouldn't be weird that he'd known your address

He was an FBI consultant

It was basically warranted

Will found himself picking out his best clothes that night

His newest jeans, tailored shirt, the works

Not for any particular reason

And his bed was definitely not littered with rejected articles of clothing

This was just going to be a simple checkup, it's not like it really mattered what he looked like

He showed up on your doorstep with the nicest bottle of wine he could find

"Will? Is that you?"

"Uh, yeah it is. Would I be able to come in?"

You welcomed him in, albeit a little confused

"I thought my case was cleared..."

"That's not what I'm here for. I just wanted to check in on you."

You smiled at this

And Will felt his heart ache

You'd invite him to join in on your sorry excuse for a dinner

He'd never accepted anything so fast before in his life

It didn't take long before the two of you got into the wine he'd brought

It was innocent enough at first

Just drinking and talking

You'd mention how life was after the attack

Will shared a little about his experience with GJH

Its the first time he had ever felt so utterly connected with another person before

But then the two of you got a little more than tipsy

And Will found himself leaning in

One kiss turned into another and another

Will felt a sense of static overtake him

Every touch between the two of you sent shivers up his spine

He felt the strong urge to consume

Before either of you knew it your clothes were now in a heap on the kitchen floor

You woke up the next morning with a splitting headache

Oh-- and an FBI agent in your bed

Shock was an understatement

That was when the memories of the previous night flooded back

Will woke up at the loss of warmth

Last night was the best he had slept in years

You wrapped tight in his arms, bodies perfectly intertwined

His heart sank at the look of regret on your face

"We definitely shouldn't have done that. I think you should leave Will..."

He couldn't just leave now

Not knowing what he did

That you two were made for one another

He'd try to calm you down

"Y/n let's talk about this."

You weren't having it

Mentioning how inappropriate this all was

You'd shove his clothes into his arms

Will tried to console you

Not realizing why you were so worked up

You both did just have the best night of your life after all

You'd back away but he'd continue approaching

"C'mon I know you don't really want me to go. Let's just take a second before we make any rash decisions"

"We aren't doing anything. I want you to go. Now."

Something about him coming over while you were still recovering from your distress and it all leading to this...

It just didn't feel right

Will tried to approach once more but you pushed him away

He couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his face

"Push me. Go on, make it hurt."

You were absolutely bewildered

He reached out and grabbed ahold of you

His grip was almost crushing

Like he was holding on for dear life

"I won't leave you alone that easily. Fate brought us together for a reason. You feel it too right? We're one in the same. We're each other's destiny."

He looked crazed, sweat slipping from his brow

It felt just like that night all over again

The knife in your hand as your attacker bled out

Only now Will took his place underneath you

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[kirishimasbabygirl]

Therapy Session

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A/N: Hey Guys! This is the last part of my three part series! I hope you enjoy it! After this part I'm going to be doing a poll on what I should write next! I don't really like how this one turned out, I'm shit at happy endings lol

TW: Swearing, Angst, Kind of a Happy Ending

HERE'S Part 1 Part 2

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You and Katsuki have been going to your therapist, Dr. Reo, for a month, and he is trying, like, really trying.

He's been on time for these appointments, doing the exercises your therapist has given him, and has given you the space you need.

Hell, he even slept in the guest room for you, but he still hasn't answered the big question.

"Now, Mr. Bakugo, the question still stands after this past month I've seen the two of you; why did you cheat?"

You looked at him expectingly, leaning on the opposite side of the couch from him, arms crossed.

He had been asking himself this question many times this past few weeks.

Why did he do it?

He wasn't drunk; it wasn't that he wasn't satisfied by you; god knows he is.

"Because…" he thought to himself because I could.

He felt his blood run cold; he did it…because he could.

He had control over a situation and did it because he could.

"Because I could. I had control for the first time since I'd become a hero and made it to the top 10, Hell, since the wars in high school." He slumps back into the couch.

"Since I was a kid, the minute I got this power," He looks down at his hand, rubbing his scared fingers together.

"My life, my future, was already planned out for me, and I could get away with everything."

He lets out a shaky breath as tears gather in his red eyes.

"I thought I could get away with using that woman, that I could get away with hurting the love of my life all because I thought I could. Like I always do."

He looks out the corner of his eye to see you staring at him in horror, tears streaming down your beautiful face; he fucking hurt you so damn bad.

"Because of… what-" you croak, hands shaking as you bring them to your face, hassling, wiping the tears away.

"But!-" He adds, straightening up, reaching out for you, clasping your hands together.

"I don't…I don't want to feel that way." He looks at you pitifully

"Please…Please believe me."

You had nothing to say.

Dr. Reo nods his head at the blond.

"Well, that's progress, Mr. Bakugou; maybe you should take a step outside, take a breather while I talk to the Missus for the rest of our session?"

He stares at you a bit longer to ask if that is okay; you nod your head, dropping your gaze.

"Okay," he whispered as he dropped your hands and slowly stood up; he never took his eyes off you.

"I'll be right outside if you need me, okay?"

You have a tight-lipped smile; you can see him deflated at your reluctance to speak to him, nodding again as he exists in the room.

Dr. Reo focuses his attention on you.

"So, this is one of our last secluded sessions. Do you want me to be honest with you?"

You nod, fiddling with your hands; you can still feel his callous fingers on them.

He sighs at you, pulling his glasses off and placing them on the coffee table in front of you.

"Ms., I firmly believe that Bakugou needs one-on-one therapy; he's hoarding some deeply rooted issues; I can recommend a good hero specialist therapist if that's something he'd want, but as for your relationship."

You lean forward, hands on your knees.

"He loves you and feels genuine remorse, but it's up to you," He points his finger at you.

"Whether or not you forgive him."

You sigh, head falling; you want to, you do, really.

"I do, trust me; it's just…" You raised your hand and rubbed your face. "I'm just scared."

"Of?"

"Of him doing it again?"

He raises an eyebrow at you. "Are you asking yourself or me?"

That gave you pause.

"I… I'm scared of what people will say or how they'll look at me like I'm some pushover or a gold digger who'll let him fuck whoever as long as I get his money or some stupid shit."

You've read the magazines through the years the two of you have been together, you've seen all the clickbait titles on youtube videos and drama channels, and you know what they say about you.

He nods

"And he'll do it again like you must have seen her; she's a top model!" You laugh pitifully.

"And you were pro-hero Natural Disaster."

Your face dropped; you rather forget about your hero days.

"You love him?" He questions, you nod

"Do you want this to work out?" You nod again

"Then go make it work." He waves at the door

"It's gonna take a lot more than me to fix this, and even after all that work, you still don't have to forgive him."

You look over at the frosted glass door to see Katsuki's silhouette.

"This has been hard on both of you; he's moved out of your shared bedroom, avoided him, and refused to speak more than one sentence unless it's here."

You watch him pace back and forth in fount of the door, a nervous tick he has.

"By those actions, you're showing him that you don't want this to work, yet he comes to every meeting for you."

You feel your heart break while watching him.

Has he been this anxious since what happened?

The timer blares out; Dr. Reo leans over and taps his phone.

"Go; he needs you."

You nod numbly, slowly standing up.

The door opens, and there he is, waiting, and like clockwork, he extends his hand out for you to take, which you've been ignoring for a month, he knows you won't take it, but he tries.

'He needs you.'

He's surprised when he feels a soft, warm hand entangle with his callous and scared one.

He looks at you, but you refuse to meet his eyes; you might cry if you do.

"Let's go home Katsuki."

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His lips quiver, eyes welling up; he throws his head back, staring at the office's fluorescent lights as the tears run down his face.

"Y-yeah, let's go."

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[cal-writes]

Hi! I just wanna start by saying I adore your writing so much and you inspire me a whole lot!! Everytime a new chapter of yours drops I feel like life gets a bit brighter lol.

Anw, I hope you’re still receiving prompts? There’s one that has been sitting at the back of my head for way too long:

“The Strawhats are convinced Zoro’s foreigner, coin collector, sword user, tattoo enthusiast, bread hater, cardiac surgeon boyfriend is entirely made up, until they realise he’s real.”

I’ve been itching to write it but it never came around soooooo :3

Have a good day ilysm <3

that is so incredibly sweet of you. thank you so much for telling me! I'm glad i can inspire and brighten <3

prompts are always open i just - apparently - do not see them sometimes or dont have an idea

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Zoro glares down at the collection of coins as if they have personally offended him. He crosses his arms, brow furrowed in concentration which in turn makes the poor vendor of the flea market stand pale and sweat. The young man lets himself get distracted by an old lady asking about the display of postcards he has laid out

"What's got you so pissy this morning?" Nami asks him, crossing her arms as well before she huffs. "If you didn't want to come you could have said no." She tells him. Usually she asks Robin to the flea market - because Robin loves that sort of thing and because they get coffee after - but one of her classes had her busy on a week long project. Maybe she should have just stayed home.

Zoro's expression turns from murder to confusion as he blinks and glances at her. "I wanted to come?" He says incredulously.

"Then why are you glaring daggers at this crap." She asks, gesturing at the rickety table and its myriad of good before catching the eye of the vendor. "No offense." She adds with a sweet smile which is ignored.

Zoro huffs and rubs the back of his head. "Law collects this stuff and I figured it'd make a good gift but these all look the same." He mutters and Nami narrows her eyes at him.

"Law?" She asks and Zoro gives her another look, as if he thinks she is an idiot.

"Yes?" He shoots back.

"Who's that?"

Zoro rolls his eyes and exhales sharply. "Not this again." He mutters before glaring at her from the side. "You know who he is."

Nami waves her hand. "Ah, yes of course. The 'boyfriend'." She says, making airquotes with her fingers.

"Why do you always say it like that?" Zoro asks and the vein on his forehead announces his irritation.

"Oh, please." Nami scoffs. "You don't have to keep pretending. I won't tell Hiyori. I get it." She tells him, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Fuck knows I've told people you are my boyfriend before so they'd leave me alone." She says, picking around in a jewlery box of tangled necklaces, trying to find anything of value she can haggle the price down of.

"Okay?" Zoro says. "He is actually my boyfriend though."

"Riiight, the tattoed heart surgeon from Frevance who collects swords and coins, now, apparently. He's definitely real." Nami tells him with heavy sarcasm, as she tries to pull apart two pieces of jewlery.

"Glad we're in agreement." Zoro replies, being deliberately obtuse.

Nami snorts. "Would love to meet him one day." She says to play along.

"Good. Because he's coming this way." Zoro tells her, unbelievably smug, pointing over his shoulder.

She glares at him from the corner of her eye. "Like I'm gonna fall for that-"

A tattoed arm glides over Zoro's shoulders before a tall lanky man comes up to him and Nami turns to stare. "Hey, didn't know you were going to be here." The man says to Zoro before glancing over at Nami.

"Law, Nami, Nami, Law." Zoro introduces them, smirking insufferably at her before she has time to control her expession of shock.

#sweet-like-maribou #ask #reply #moi #op

[faglover4000]

I was thinking, "I don't even have any friends to be honest with, or tell my shit to, because everybody seems to have some kind of stake in my personal business," but then I remembered TUMBLR EXISTEDDD, so here I am.

1. Ended up snooping on my NINETEEN year old coworker last night because he skipped out on BK with me after work, and I got UNREASONABLY possessive, noticing that he was talking to the new girl at work, and I thought no WAY he's fucking her... She just started. (And he made a WHOOOLE thing to me abt how he doesn't want to hook up-- he just wants to find someone he loves and 'make love'. ((I was all, 'You're completely valid.' and then look at the camera like I'm in The Office then do the finger loop crazy sign at my head's temple, crossing my eyes. LOL.))) So I pulled back up after I finished getting BK alone because I was salty as hell and overly curious, and they were still there an hour and ten after close... I honestly scared them and embarrassed myself and I tore off.

2. Went to the gas station beforehand, because I had started smoking cigarettes again like a day or two ago, because I've been stressed about having Seb cock block his brother from me (and potentially for me. It's complicated.) and it lowkey feels like Caleb ALLLL over again, and it's making me lose my mind, so I'm back to stressedly chuffing.

Went to buy a pack, and this dude hollered in the gas station. I hollered back.

We were talking, I give him my phone number, I told him I'm willing to hook up, he's like 'alright, cool... Maybe pick me up later cause I need a whip,' I'm like, 'Okay.' Cue Burger King and checking where I shouldn't.

3. Go back to my parents' house and dude texts me asking if I was trying to link up... It's late, I tell him yeah anyway. I have work at 8:30, and it's already 11 or midnight by the time we're messaging each other. I end up pulling up to this bar I've never been to around midnight, and I end up taking him and his friend to get blazed out in a parking lot somewhere. Dude I was gonna hook up with doesn't smoke za, but his friend does. I get high and immediately get scared, because now I'm OVI, and I have two young Black men in my vehicle with me, and I get scared that some awful shit was fixing to happen, so I go, 'I'M GETTING YOU BOTH HOME SAFELY. I'm not pulling out until our seat belts are fastened, etc.' Went full mom mode. (Also, at this point, the young man I was with was 22, and his friend was 21. They thought I was younger than even them, which was hilarious. So another predatory woman moment for Mama.)

Drop 21 off. Go to drop 22 off next, but he takes me to this outfield out the way... We park, talk some; he hits it and as he's getting out of the backseat, I go, "Wait, did you finish?" He very non-chalantly said "Yeah," as he's putting his pants back on. I go, "... Did you cum inside me?" He responds pretty deadpan "Yeah." I'M LIKE "WHAT? Did you even plan on telling me???" He goes, "I mean, yeah." I was stunned. He's like, "I mean, you can take a Plan B if you don't feel safe." NFJSJFHJDN I was losing my mind. NOT the fucking point. He's like "Are you mad at me?" I'm like, "TO be honest, yeah."

I drive him back home, he forgets something in my car, I pull back around, he's tryna get me to stay at his mom's house with him for the night (which he pays rent at), I say no. I drive off. He goes, 'Actually, I forgot my hat, too.' I was like 10 minutes down the road and closer to home by the time I saw this message, so I'm like 'Man, I'm keeping it now. Sorry.' He's like, 'alright it's fine. lol.'

End scene. Oh, actually not, because by the time I get back into my city/town, it's like 3:30 AM. I didn't even wash my clothes, I still needed to shower, I haven't really been eating for the last week, so I thought, 'Fuck it. I'm calling off.'

Haven't called off a single time since starting, even through this lowkey nasty cold I had a few weeks ago. So my manager, who I'm WAY too involved with, was like 'wtf?? You're just not coming in?' I'm like yeah. She's like "What's your reason." All investigative. I'm like "Not been eating well. It's for my health." She goes, "Get well." I'm such a fucking loser.

So then I woke up like an hour ago at three PM, and here I am. ❤️ What the fuck is going on with my life, though.

[stars-are-just-ghosts]

I heard you wanted Harrisco prompts so I immediately popped on over (your stuff is so good btw instant follow!) Harry, Cisco, and oopsie we're new dads (again in Harry's case) (temporary or not and animal or human lol)

Oooh, this is a good prompt! Challenge accepted! (Also, thank you so much for reading my stuff. It makes my little nerd heart so happy. -snugs-) This one's for you!

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"Why... won't... you... bend... your... knee?!" Cisco flopped back onto his feet, throwing his hands up with an expression of pure exasperation, the wiggling baby boy on the floor letting out a squeak as he kicked his chunky little legs in defiance to every attempt Ramon had made thus far to clothe the little menace. Cisco had managed to get the upper part of the footy pajamas on, but the bottom half? Well, that was a whole different battle. One that Harry was enjoying every moment of. "Nu-uh, don't you look happy about this." Cisco pointed directly at him.

"You're the one who didn't want help." Harry put his hands up in a placating gesture. "You said, and I quote, 'If you can do it, I sure as hell can.'" He dropped his hands back to his lap. He was sitting on the floor with them, back to the wall, legs out straight. "But that was also," he glanced at his watch, "Seven minutes ago." He watched Ramon's eyes narrow and his lips set in a straight line. "I think he's won this round."

"Fine, you do it, then." Cisco grit out, reaching forward and instantly changing his expression to soft and calm as he scooped the four-month-old up, scooting forward on his knees, then shifting so he was sitting side by side with Harry. He handed him over. Then crossed his arms and watched with a rather adorable pout on his face. Harry chuckled at him before laying Jasper down on his thighs.

"Alright, you monster," He said softly, and the boy blinked at him, chewing on one of his own fists, making his fingers nice and slimy. "Let's show Papa how it's done, hm?" He deftly pulled at the cloth of the pajamas, gently grabbing Jasper's leg around the knee, and turning his leg just enough that it popped right into the pajama leg the moment he kicked. He followed the process with the second, and zipped up the pajama right after. Then picked up the squirming pile of cuteness with both hands, holding him straight up in the air and bringing him down quickly enough to hear him giggle before tucking him close to his chest.

When Harry looked at his husband, he didn't see what he thought he'd see. Which, given the track record with footy pajamas, should have been a rather flabbergasted expression. Instead, Cisco looked... impossibly fond. Without a word, he reached forward and gripped the back of Harry's neck, tugging him and sealing their mouths warmly together.

"I love you." Ramon said right after, letting him go just enough to see his eyes. Harry smiled knowingly.

"You love that I know how to put pajamas on an infant."

"That, too. And don't forget your ability to manage diaper explosions, and four a.m. feedings, and when he gets his hands stuck in my hair..." Cisco paused, then furrowed his brows a little. "What skills exactly am I bringing to this parenting thing? Cause..." He shook his head a little, dropping his hand down to Jasper's head with a soft sigh. "I knew this would be hard, but I didn't know it would all be this hard. I'm not good at any of it."

They'd decided to adopt Jasper two weeks ago. His parents had died during a meta attack. It was Ramon who'd ended up saving the little redheaded bundle of cuteness. But with no other family to take him except for a grandmother who was too sick to even take care of herself, the baby would have gone into the system. It was also Ramon, consequently, who'd decided that couldn't happen.

Harry and Cisco had only been married for about one month at that point. And they hadn't ever talked about kids. Harry had raised his daughter, and having any more children was the farthest thing from his mind. And with the sort of life they lived and the daily mayhem, maybe they'd both thought it was the worst kind of life to raise a child in. But the moment Harry had seen Cisco holding that baby... well... it was interesting how quickly someone's worldview could change in a heartbeat.

"Ramon," Harry said softly, then shifted Jasper around to stand. He brought the boy over to his crib, gently depositing him inside and handing him a teether before turning to look at his still sitting and quietly saddened husband. He wandered back over to him, holding both hands out for him to take. Ramon let him hoist him to his feet, and then melted into his arms wordlessly, nuzzling his face into Harry's throat for the contact. Harry rested his cheek on top of his head. And they stayed like that for a long moment.

"When we found out we were going to have Jesse," Harry began softly, "I was a disaster. I read every book I could get my hands on, and even consulted top pediatricians on the what and how and when of child-rearing. But when she was born, none of that mattered. No one is ever fully prepared, and no one knows instinctively how to hold or soothe or dress a baby." He lifted his head, watching Cisco look up at him. "Tess was a natural, but she'd helped raise her little sister. So she had a leg up on me in just about every way. Then, one day, she went out for a much-needed break. Took the whole day, and I was happy to let her. But I was also terrified."

"You were?" Cisco furrowed his brows a little, glancing over at Jasper, then back to Harry.

"Absolutely. I'd never been alone with Jesse before. Or any baby, for that matter. And the result was that day turning into an absolute disaster." He smiled a little, watching the confusion play out on Cisco's face. "For whatever reason, nothing I did made Jesse happy. All she did was cry. It didn't matter if I picked her up, put her down, changed her, fed her, she just... didn't want anything from me. Or so I thought. I'm not ashamed to say that at one point, we were both laying on the floor of her bedroom and crying. In fact, we cried ourselves to sleep."

"I can actually picture that." Cisco said, but not in a ridiculing way. It was more like he could see himself doing the same thing.

"I woke up to the room completely quiet, and Jesse was sucking her thumb, staring at me with her big green eyes. She was calm and content. She even smiled at me. And I remember thinking... we're going to be okay. I figured everything out, bit by bit, after that. Sometimes, she just needed to be difficult, and sometimes I just needed to be useless." He shifted his arms around Cisco slightly, bringing a hand up to card through his hair. Ramon blinked at him softly. "You are doing amazing, sweetheart. I promise you. You don't see what I do."

"What do you see?" He asked softly, staring at him so intently, eyes sparkling and waiting. Harry smiled and leaned in, kissing him soothingly for a long moment before answering.

"I see that you chose to change your entire way of life to give that little boy everything he needs to grow up. I see that you never stop trying, and you're always willing to learn and admit that you don't have all the answers. I see that you're a damn good father, because you already love that boy. And that's everything." Harry nodded for emphasis, "You're everything. To both of us." He nodded in Jasper's direction, the baby letting out a sound as if in response.

Cisco's smile was instant and rewarding. He kissed Harry, then. Full, deep, steady. Then left their foreheads pressed together.

"Thank you, Harry." He whispered, but then pulled back, pointing at him. "But I'm never doing footy pajamas again. That's on you." He poked Harry in the chest, and they both chuckled.

They say having a baby changes everything. And it certainly does. But change, no matter how difficult and no matter how steep the learning curve, isn't always bad.

That night, after Harry had finished washing the dishes, he found Cisco and Jasper both fast asleep in the rocking chair in the nursery. They both looked peaceful, Cisco's arms tucked around the infant safely, and Jasper's little hand curled into Cisco's hair like he almost always did when Ramon was holding him.

It was a sight that made Harry's heart damn near implode out of his chest.

No, he hadn't ever thought he'd want more children. But now that they had Jasper, he couldn't imagine life any other way. And he had Ramon to thank for it. In fact, he had Ramon to thank for all of his happiness. And as he shut off the light and quietly left the room, he made a silent promise to buy some snap-button pajamas instead of zipper ones for Jasper, to make things a little easier on Cisco. And he momentarily wondered if he could find some Ramon-sized ones to match...

#harrisco #harry wells #cisco ramon #earth 2 harrison wells #prompt #i hope you like it

[takeiteasyjoan]

CW: Snake feeding details and some gross stuff about it. Frozen mice fed.

Fingers crossed, the new juvenile ball python struck at and is eating the thawed frozen mouse we offered!

It's a large size mouse which, according to the rule of thumb ratio of 10-15% of the snake's body weight, he should be eating. He'd only been eating small mice before we got him and, we don't know his exact age, but we think he's underweight for the age he probably is. Based on a snake channel on YouTube, we are going to try to feed him every 5 days (instead of every 7) to try to get him to get back up to a better size.

We're hoping he actually eats the mouse and doesn't decide to reject it because he's pretty scared/apprehensive being brand new to his new home, less than a week.

We tried a large mouse for him Friday but he was scared and wasn't interested and was just nervous. Then we tried a small mouse earlier today because we though maybe he wasn't used to large so try him on his current food (after watching more videos, that was the correct choice from the start, oops). But he was in his hide when we went in, and he was interested and flicking his tongue. He struck twice but then recoiled and bonked his head on his hide. Gross part here, he snagged his tooth on the mouse and his guts spilled out and ew no we can't keep offering that one.

So we tried another large mouse after it got thawed and warmed up, and we decided to move his hide so he'd have more access. He struck but Bethany said it was a defensive strike unfortunately. She tried and he struck and grabbed the mouse. But then we were both dumb because I was like "hey lets put his hide back in" and we opened the cage door and that spooked him and he dropped the house... damn it.

We left it in there with him and checked on him after 15 minutes to see if he decided to eat it from the cage floor, which he hadn't. I picked it up with the tongs again and he stuck and latched on! I quickly and quietly closed the cage door and hit the lights and we will check on him in like 45 minutes in hopes that he actually ate and didn't reject it.

Bethany just walked by and said "wow that's a NOVEL, babe" and she's right lol

#adventures in new snake #tiej

[yakdee]

I'm the nonnie who asked all the BL questions what to watch where back at the end of Dec and the nonnie that said you're the best and ran away to watch more. And the gift nonnie too. 💜 My way of saying thank you for the answers and your kindness. And because I LOVE secret gifting :)

I got really lucky and turns out one of my exes who I am good friends with had a few streaming services already so I use those and Youtube, which means I don't really need to get another service but I did get gaga because they didn't have that one, and so we share that one in trade.

You mentioned looking over my shoulder to see what I was watching. So I will give you a list of all the ones I have seen so far.

The Sign (two episodes behind)

Pit Babe (3 episodes behind)

Love is in the Air (I just have to say...wowzers...a lot in this, like a lot a lot. Took me a bit to be okay with certain things but I did like it a lot, and wowzers again LOL I have watched it through twice)

Wedding Plan

Between Us (MY ABSOLUTE FAV AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH I HAVE WATCHED IT 10 TIMES THROUGH ALREADY)

Until We Meet Again

Even Sun

Bad Buddy (Thoroughly enjoyed this!)

KinnPorche

The Middleman's Love

Bed Friends

Naughty Babe

Kiseki to Me

Last Twilight

Blueming

Cutie Pie (and the second too) (Screamed when Boun and Prem showed up in episode 7 AND holy can that man (it should be obvious who) KISS *insert blushy face*

My Dear Gangster Oppa

Ai Long Nhai

Lovely Writer (two episodes to finish)

Why R U? (Finished the thai version and just started on the korean version because why not?)

(I didn't share all my thoughts on them just a few but I did enjoy all of them, even if there were parts that I didn't enjoy as much...)

So I have a full time job and have been devouring these when I am not working. And I know I still have lots more to watch from your list, and I'm excited watch them all. I have just been checking out stuff on MDL and getting distracted and pulled to ones you haven't mentioned as well. But I will finish all the ones you mentioned in your post, all the ones I have watched that you've suggested have been wonderful.

I'm most excited to finish The Sign, there's just something magical about that show. I don't know if I told you but you had reblogged a gifset of that series with an underwater dragon looking thing maybe it was a naga but it looked like a dragon and I am kind of obsessed with dragons so that is what started me looking for it and I love it, it's so well done.

Anyways, thank you. From the bottom of my heart. 💜

Sorry for the late reply, nonnie. I haven't been online in the past few weeks so I didn't see your ask until now orz

It looks like you've been quite busy since the first time we spoke 🤯 Reminds me of when I joined the fandom lol I'm glad things worked out with regards to the subscription services and that you're enjoying your binge-watching experience.

Having The Sign (and Pit Babe) on the roster was one helluva way to ring in the new year and I'm happy that you were able to watch it a bit while it was still airing. I long for more overtly queer, fantasy/supernatural media *deep sigh* but I will say that the covert/censored queer, fantasy media we DO have (The Untamed, Word Honor, Guardian, and The Yin-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity) are top tier. Fingers crossed that we get more shows like The Sign in the future. By the way, the dragon thing was a naga which I'm sure you've figured out by now lol

Re: Love in the Air — "wowzers" is an understatement 😂 I don't know what it is, but the rewatch value on this series is SO high. I wouldn't be surprised if you end up watching it a third time lol

What did you think of Even Sun and Last Twilight? I dropped Even Sun after the first ep, but I always wanted to give it another chance because of Boun and Prem. And Last Twilight is on my list, but I've put off watching it because of the quite a few people were disappointed with the way things went towards the end.

Re: Zee's devouring kissing scenes in Cutie Pie — I agree 1000%; he is truly in a league of his own.

Again, I'm happy that you're enjoying the shows I recommended and more importantly, finding ones you like on your own 😊

As always, feel free to stop by anytime for a chat and thank you again for the gift; I really appreciate it 💜

#rae replies #multi #recommendations #nonnie

[berryunho]

LOL sorry omg i really died. like am still dying. i spent all day yesterday crying over my coursework and shit but i talked to that guy and he really knocked some sense into me and told me to not be so hard on myself... so now im crying internally and not externally 😭

ive been thinking about it now and i think i might switch majors for the sake of my sanity bc real talk the amount of work is insane and i cant properly function it's crazy out here idk how people do this... i was thinking maybe health sci since i already have most of the credits for the degree and ive always wanted to be involved in the healthcare field... im gonna see my academic advisor on monday and see what they say because holy guacamole i want to be able to enjoy school w/o crying every time i think about it

omg that got long but those have been my thoughts for the past few days BUT ANYWAY that's so good!!!! im so happy for you big brain energy we love to see it!! ive got a biochem midterm this week (which is the cause of my mental breakdowns BUT KLSJFRG) and ochem is in 2 weeks but as i said might change majors and ochem is not necessary... so i'll prob drop it haha

the last season was so good. i found it a bit slow in the beginning but once it picks up it's going like i could not stop watching it!! i havent watched bcs but i heard it gets better near the end again?? ive watched el camino tho

that's how i felt abt crocheting at first like im the type of person to try something for a little bit and then give up right after but honestly!!! it's so fun because you can make all kinds of different things like clothing, bags, accessories and it's so fun!! i've been picking up knitting too and i've made some socks and i'm working on a sweater rn

WOIEFJWE that man is so wonderful like i feel like he really understands me and !!!!!!!!!!! i feel like he really balances out the "negative" parts/thoughts of me and is so reassuring IM WHIPPED LOL

omg yes i had a bad cold too like a week ago (no covid as well) and i think i might be good now knock on wood!! what a slay im glad your classes are going so well for you! i dont follow hockey (gasp) but i can see the thrill of it!! hopefully they can win the next game!

highly enjoyed the break. have a great weekend too!! <3

-mightychondria

no no no worries lol i totally get being busy and everything <33

but omg :[[ im sorry that school has been so overwhelming and stressful for you aaaaa yeah if its at the point where you're upset everyday and completely overwhelmed and don't like school then i definitely agree w changing your major.... you don't want the rest of your life to be like this lol health science would be interesting for sure !! there are so many ways to be involved in health care and the health system without being a doctor/nurse/etc so im sure you'll be able to find something that works !!

?!*%*$???($*@)? you're taking ochem AND biochem at the same time ?!!?($*@)@ i understand the breakdowns wtf id lose it fr but lol fingers crossed changing your major works out so that you don't have to take that ochem exam

fr i definitely understand why breaking bad is considered like one of the best shows of all time ... the writing was so good and the story was so compelling and even when it got to the point where you were like 'wtf thats sick and messed up' you couldnt stop watching bc you were in so deep lol but !! ive yet to watch el camino ... hmmm

oooo man thats so cool !! you're so right like i always see crochet tutorials on tiktok for like the most random things ever and you can make like. anything. its amazing. hehe maybe ill try it out once i have more free time :]

YAAAYYY FOR THE MAN!! im glad that he's good for you :] its very nice that he's sticking w you through all of your stress and helping you out!! hehe have yall gone on any fun dates or are you just ~talking~ ?

tis the time of year for colds lol this one i think is just about done ... my cough is significantly better today but i can't decide if its actually better or if its just bc i havent been talking today .... lol ig ill see tomorrow! KFLJDSKFJ [gasp] a canadian that doesn't follow hockey ... an incredible find ... hehehe im joking but yes fr hockey is so crazy compared to other sports like even though its kinda like soccer its still so different and sooooo entertaining to me lol ty for the support for my team they definitely need it [muffled through fake coughing] they're bad [more fake coughing]

yay! i hope this week of classes goes better! tyyyy <3 <3 <3

#mightychondria anon #answered

[seelestia]

talent: impersonating my husband yes lia i am maDLY IN LOVE with this man ofc i would study everything about him and yes listening to his voicelines for at least twice a week is categorized as 'character study' ok- i am looking forward to the day where you start talking all noble-like and with hidden meanings /j

ofc i will love you either way sweetie *pat pat* your chaotic nature is what makes you lovable. zhongli might not share the same opinion but he gotta live with it i mean he married into the family so yknow he did it to himself lmao- 

"i think your friends are six feet under tho" I'M CRYING OF LAUGHTER LSKJLFJDLKSFKDJLFJLDKSDKLJFS

odelia hu tau + venti kin confirmed? 🤔

that mini capitalism jab lmao- the potential of angst is big for that love triangle scenario jhsdhfjhsd

ex!fatui!ayato will be your nightmare. he'll haunt you as long as he still has yet to move on ;;;;

divide and conquer, truly a wise strategy. i haven't touched the side quests yet. one day. perhaps after my vacation lol oh yes i will probably be MIA till 4 oct so don't get worried if i don't reply till then!! :3

YES thank you!! i mean as long as i can survive solo-ing raiden with my shieldbot zhongli i am already content lol my brother loves building characters and he has the time to farm + optimize his builds so yeahhh (plus zhongli is one of his most favorites, so he put a lot of effort to build him lmao)

i have not caught up on enkanomiya lore ;w; but i saw lin's latest arts and lsdjflsjdfk HE IS ADORABLE PLS I AM ADOPTING HIM HE IS NOW MY CHILD /J

he is soooo good aaaa i should have joined a few months earlier so i could have pulled for him ;;; hyv pls we need a rerun pls pls pls pls-

if scara and al haitham are put in the same banner then perhaps i need to summon my elemental burst:

the sacred credit card

/hj

yeah, ngl childe is... i mean... he's cute. wouldn't mind having him in my team, yknow :D

i heard someone said before that they might give us a free dori so i'm crossing my fingers lol

also huggggsss

rin jie, there you are! your writing blog just got shadowbanned, didn't it?? no wonder i haven't seen you around in my notifs 😭 i was just about to drop by your inbox out of concern <//3

BUT most importantly, tumblr. what beef do you have with rin jie, huh??? 🤨🤺 at least, tell her a reason why 😭 i'm so sorry this is happening to you again, rin jie, especially for the third time... aaaa, you do not deserve this at all <3 are you gonna try emailing them again?? i sincerely hope there won't be too much traffic this time, i'm hoping for the best 😭

listening to characters' voicelines as a character study and a reason to simp is SOOO TRUE. i feel especially exposed after replaying the events just to play trial ayato and then opening youtube to hear his voicelines... and also how often he goes 'hehe' or chuckles in convos, uuuuu.

ayato wanters will be ayato havers! and it looks like you've got a lot on your list, good luck~ i pray you do not have to resort to your elemental burst because what if there's not enough money to put food in the fridge that month (/j) 👀 atp, for genshin players, the best thing someone can wish us is "i hope you win your 50/50" 🤝 also, ngl, i kinda agree with you on warming up to ajax because why is he kinda adorable in a way 😭

NO, FR. zhongli's shield is too good like i literally just fought azhdaha yesterday and my team came out unscathed and in full HP from that fight 😭 back when i didn't have grandpa, i had to tank with kokomi's heals to let my team survive <//3 i love kokomi tho, she's super pretty and her heals are a lifesaver!

hehe, well, i hope that i radiate venti and hu tao vibes??? 🤧 they have a connection with their light-heartedness and sense of humor, but they also have a serious/mature side to them when needed be — and i resonate with that! but wbu, rin jie?? do you have any characters that share your energy??? 👀

and i am giving you his adoption papers, this man is vv soft-shaped <3 AND OH, about enkanomiya's lore !! his profile is already finished and when i read back on it, i don't think it contains lore that spoils anything elaborate about enkanomiya itself — since lin's lore actually leans more towards the events of the cataclysm which i know you're familiar with, so i think you'll be safe reading his profile! >:)

#wishing you a good vacay! i'll definitely miss your asks aaaaa 🫂 but i shall be waiting here for you like always <3 #and i hope tumblr gets their stuff straight soon too because i don't want to see you stressed 😭 #sending hugs to my beloved rin jie! with an extra affectionate puppy bark (/j) #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest rin! 💠

[tatakaebomb]

Sweet like candy

ꕥ Pairing : Jean Kirstein x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : What you do in your personal life should stay private, ‘separate work life from home life’ as they always say. But what happens when your closer to your colleague than you thought?

ꕥ Word count : 4.4k

ꕥ TW : Cam girl!Y/N, perv Jean lol, heavy smut, fingering, oral (m receiving), mutual masturbation, toys, boob job, anonymous sexting, lewd language, sexual themes, squirting,sub reader, vouyerism, corporate scenes,shared photos, spanking, material fingering, sexting, teasing, bratty y/n, orgasming, dildo usage, finger sucking, rutting, porn mention, sex worker mention, exploitation, nipple play, slight semen play, light hearted deception, fantasising, reader face replacement, perverted actions, staring lewdly, probs a hell of a lot more trigger warnings but it’s at your own risk. 18+.

-

‘Oh my god!!’

Looking at your empty desk you raged at the sight of a crumpled up paper. Bold words written in marker stating:

'Don't think eating on duty is part of your job - Jean'

The fourth time this week he's been too fast on stealing the snacks off your drawers, from the cupcakes to the biscuits to NOW your favourite muffin? Greedy bitch.

You could hear the laugh from his office as soon as you walk in, guilty face knowing exactly what he's done. His legs thrown up over his table and phone raised to his ears, mouth talking to the stranger on the phone as his eyes stay locked on yours.

'Yeah yeah Mr Smith, it's a deal. Be at our meeting for 5pm sharp oh- and could you be ever so kind and...bring some muffins' he chuckled, small wink going your way as he hung up the phone.

Your arms stayed crossed against your chest as you stood by the door. Furrowed eyebrows and smoke coming out your ears.

'Oh hey y/n didn't see you there'

You had to keep everything contained inside you to just not slap that stupid smirk off his face.

-

Jean Kirstein. 34 years old. 6'3. Arose from hell. You both met after you became an apprentice at one of the largest law firms in the country. And he's been nothing but a nightmare.

From constantly harassing you on shift to scaring off potential clients by making you look like a crazed lunatic. His whole fun comes out of teasing you.

-

'I want my muffin back Jean. This isn't fair. One day I'm gonna die of food deprivation and it's gonna be your fault.' You whined. Tone upset and frustrated.

He got up and made his way over to you, hands slid into his trouser pockets as he mockingly crouched down to your height.

'Want your muffin? Here. Take it.' It took everything in him to not laugh as he pulled the remaining wrapper out of his pocket and placed it in your hands. Pushing your fingers shut as you stared down in horror at the crumbs slipping into your hands.

'What the f-.' You mumble, a loud laugh leaving his mouth as he jeered out loud. Echoing noise radiating the room.

'Whatever. I'll get you back next time. Just watch'

'Havent you been saying that for the past week? I'm still waiting.' he laughed again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried refraining the tears dropping down your cheeks from starvation.

'Anyways, you got the paper work done for mr Smith? We've got a meeting with him 5-6 tonight.'

'We? I think you mean YOU sir. I have a relaxing date with myself, I booked this meeting off remember?' You smiled, knowing he's going to be trapped listening to 60 year old men go on about stocks while he forces himself to keep his eyes open. His 'leader' persona meaning too much to him. Nothing brings you more happiness.

'Yeah with yourself because you can't score yourself a date with another man'

'I'll have you know there's plenty men out there willing to date someone like me. You'd be Surprised to see what some men would do for a woman like me' small egotistical smile growing on your lips as cheer runs through your blood knowing how oh-so wrong he is.

'Right. Well if your not coming to the meeting tonight AND you haven't got the paper work. Best know you better put your phone on silent, don't want any unexpected messages while your on your 'date'' Bunny fingers emphasising his ridicule on the last word. Snarling you opened the door and saw yourself out, grabbing your phone and putting it on silent. You can't be having anyone disturb you throughout those hours.

-

6:00pm

Jean

- I never needed your help with these old men anyways

...

- I'll buy you a muffin if you can save me from these next 5 minutes

...

- 2 muffins?

- Okay 3 but that's my final offer

- (iMessage game)

Your phone blew up like crazy, messages and vibrations every two seconds. You felt yourself getting more and more annoyed at the feeling of your silence button not working

Y/N

- You deserve all the karma coming your way, I'll take the three muffins though

- (iMessage game)

- Lol I won.

Jean

- Fuck off

- Whatever, meetings done I was only using you anyways.

You laughed at his last sore message, thumbs going back to type until you heard a notification come from your laptop. Bending over your bed you reached over to see what it was.

Tip - ImALawyer67 $1000

Note - For my favourite cam girl ;)

You smiled at the gesture. Being a young worker you make around 17k a year working as an apprentice, this side job was enough entertainment to have you looking forward to the end of the day and being able to afford your luxuries. Being able to unwind and finger fuck yourself infront of an audience was just what you liked. Usually you get well over 30k viewers. You were quite known throughout the porn industry, wearing nothing but a masquerade mask and red lipstick to top your lips, the small dim of your room was enough to blur out your face well enough, letting your camera focus on your body.

Walking over to your keyboard you typed a message, biting your lips at the thought of trying your new vibrator you brought on your shopping spree.

Candygirl3000

- Thankyou @ImALawyer67 make sure you keep your inbox open for a treat later. ;)

The time was nearing towards 6:30pm at this point and you decided to get ready. Stripping your clothes on the floor and unboxing your new vibrator. The 8 inch playing under the tip of your french tips as you applied your lipstick and masquerade mask. Dressing up in tight spandex as you prepared to slowly unveil yourself.

Turning on your camera you smiled brightly at the viewers, waving your hand as you puffed up your chest, beautiful hair falling on your shoulder as you broadcasted the long item in your hand. Money and comments spewing through.

Meowmeow8 - Can't wait to see you fuck yourself

Meowmeow9 - Best porn star ever

Meowmeow10 - Just get your tits out.

All the different comments made you laugh, seeing the amount of people you pull in in only 10 seconds makes your ego boost. So you got to work, pulling the sleeves of your top down as you fondled with your boobs, tongue wrapping around the fake toy as you pushed it down your throat, fingers twiddling with your nipples through the lace bra. Slight moans escaping your lips the way you played with yourself through your underwear.

Jeans routine was no different to yours.

Getting home at 6:15. Racing home actually. Undoing his tie, stripping his clothes, going infront of his computer to relax himself. A notification popping up that he's received a message. Smile brushing over his lips as he pushes down his boxers and rubs his cock. Same pace at the one your going at, words and mutters escaping his lips, imagining he's the one saying it in your ear, that he's the one filling your every hole.

Little does he know that 'candygirl3000' is his favourite little pretty co-worker.

-

Days and days pass - more harassment. More arrogance. He's intolerable and stubborn. Your fiesty and temperamental. This co-worker friendship is never going to work out. Frenemies more like.

'Jean.'

No answer

'Jean'

No answer

'...Sir'

'Ah y/n come in'

The ridiculous pattern of him only listening to you whenever you refer to him as authority. His promotion to management over the entire company gave him the ego boost. You were just a pretty little worker at this point. His favourite one.

'I have your paper work. Here.' You threw it on his desk, aggravated at the amount of pressure he's been putting on you to get things done for due dates. The leadership role really getting to his head.

'Not a way to speak to your boss now is it Princess'

Jean was always your boss, he was the one who hired you in the first place. Small 20 year old you, happy and perfect. Willing to do anything 10 years older Jean told you to do. But now that your 24, 4 years of his shit has really made you intolerant to the boundaries of authority.

'Whatever...sir...' your fingers tapped at the side of his table as you looked down at him. His stupid straight posture and black suit and tie. Prim and proper for another day of exploiting his clients.

His eyes fell down to your hands. Smooth skin and a small cheap ring balanced on your pointer. Two nails filed down on your freshly manicured hands. Both. Hands.

Your instantly got embarrassed at his realisation. Quickly moving to put your hands folded against your chest, face blushing red as you accidentally pushed up your tits. Making them sit pretty and perfect for jeans eyes to catch a perfect view.

'Nice way to inform me of your private life y/n' He sniggered, waving you out, watching you leave as he saw the way your dress clung to you every time you moved to rush to the door.

6:15pm

Jean felt himself come loose the way he stroked himself to the rhythm of your moans. Small grunts and whines edging himself to make himself cum at the same time as you, pants and belt buckle pushed to his ankles as he didn't even have enough time to undo his shirt entirely. His eyes glued to his screen. Seeing your pretty little body stretched over your bed, fingers rubbing deep into your g spot as you practically scream out moans, rutting into the bed underneath you as your tits exposed to the camera. Familiar eyes glancing at the screen every now and then.

'Yeah- yeah fuck that feels good' you cooed through the screen. Likes and messages spewing through at every second. Jeans eyes glued to the way your...two...filed down fingers pushed inside you. Orgasm over coming you as you licked your fingers clean and said goodbye to the camera.

That was the main reason jean started watching candygirl3000. He imagined it was you. Your tight scandalous figure always on display. Ass curved out in the smallest skirts and low cut tops, breasts almost spewing out. He knew you never meant to, figure too insane to be able to contain itself. The woman's voice sounded like yours too, he always pictured it was you moaning like that, you touching yourself up, you sending him dirty little messages until you've stripped yourself off and fucked yourself like he told you too through the screen. I guess that's what he liked about the mask, he knew an attractive woman was behind it, everything about her seemed perfect. Like you seemed perfect to him.

Little does Jean actually know.

-

'I cant do this Jean. I quit.' You walk into his room slamming your notice on his desk.

He barely looked at it, almost like it was a stupid prank that he wanted you to get rid of.

'Really? Just before I was gonna promote you. Shame.'

You felt your jaw almost drop as colour drained out of your face. What a little nonchalant shit he was. It's like he was preparing himself for this moment, trying to break you until your limits. The small grin on his face recognised this too.

'Wh- Jean this is SO unfair?!'

'You mean sir. Right?'

'...Sir this is so unfair. Why tell me this now after I've been working so hard this whole time'

'I was planning on telling you today princess, just didn't know if you were up for it. Are you?' Dark eyes looked up at you through hooded lids, a hint of mischief behind it.

'I- yeah. Yes Jean you know I am'

'If you wanna be so informal you can come to my place tonight.'

You looked straight at him, confused at his direct response to your words. You were always on alright terms with Jean, although he was an arrogant leader dick the occasional flirty comment would be enough to see it's not so uptight. But this was just-

'To see whether your fit for the job title. Pick you up at 8?'

A bit late? And why couldn't we just do it here? Whatever.

'Yes sir. Fine.'

Atleast it gave you enough rest for your screen time

-

6:45pm

ImALawyer67 - I love when you wear that lingerie. Makes me get off so much faster.

CandyGirl3000 - Really? Well I hope these pictures really help you with your issues ;) *3 attachments*

And there you were. Taking pictures of your bare chest, covered in lube as your lingerie attaches to your skin. Your saliva coating the cleavage travelling down to your pussy. Your client deserved it. The best tipper, always active, heck he's pretty much running your business at this point.

Checking the time you saw you needed to get ready. Apologising you messaged the anonymous man, telling him you'll send him a private video later. Quickly shutting off your phone you applied your makeup and put on your outfit. Black strappy heels and a red cowl neck short dress. The lingerie panties your wearing being the only ones that don't show up in the satin feel. Having to keep them on you paired a black clutch bag and applied red lipstick. Jean never talked about the dress code, so you may aswell use your pretty privilege to the advantage.'

8:02pm

Jean

- My butlers outside princess

Y/N

- What happened to formalities sir?

Jean

- Princess is your name at this point, don't be long.

You walked down your stairs and unlocked your doors, quickly glancing in the mirror only to see the way your nipples poke out of the satin dress, hopefully your hair will be able to cover it for the night.

-

Jeans house

Walking in you were hit with the reality of how rich he was. A mansion. Atleast 8 bedrooms, the long hallway and the small clacking of your heels was the realisation of it all. The faint orchestra music playing in the back as your mesmerised by the place.

'Done staring princess?'

Looking at Jean, he looked more casual than you thought, a crisp shirt along with normal jeans. His stance still extremely smart, small dimple reaching out as he smiled.

'Jean- I mean sir- wow...'

'Mm...here come inside.' He paves the way, entering inside his large living room. Directing a seat to you on his couch as he returns and pours you in a glass of red rich wine. Heels nudging into the plush of his carpet as the fire place roars infront of you.

'All due respect sir. This is beautiful but isn't this meant to be a business meeting'

'Exactly that' he grins. 'That's why I've sent all my staff home. So...y/n...tell me what do you do in your spare time'

Shit. What do you say. What did you say when you first took the interview. It was only 4 years ago how could you forget.

'Oh I sell products online. Kinda like a small business.' I mean I suppose your not exactly lying. But is it really fair to call it a small business.

'Mm...interesting. Well you got the job.'

'Really?!' You say shocked. Him rolling his eyes in granting.

You practically threw yourself on him. Arms wrapping tightly around his neck as your chest pushed against his. Jean could feel himself tightening in his pants. Your sweet candy perfume being taken in with every second you lingered on him.

'For such a mean boss Jean you can be cute sometimes'

'You tryna get fired already?'

-

A few wine glasses later and you and Jean are flailing over each other. Laughing and jokes being shared between the two of you, you don't think you've ever gotten along so well in your entire life.

'So you actually brought it?' You asked. Almost wheezing in laughter.

'What else was I meant to do he was practically pressurising me'

Your body bent over in effort to try hold in your laugh, simply making your wine spill over your dress.

'Oh fuck' you murmur. Playing with the chest of your dress, hands brushing down on your breasts as you move your hair out the way. Giving Jean a real eyeful of your skin.

'My bathrooms third door on the left. Go clean yourself up doll'

You thank him silently, quickly getting up and walking off to the bathroom, hips swaying as you contain your posture to walk. Jeans eyes practically lingering on your form the way he's mesmerised over you.

You looked beautiful in that dress. The red colour complimenting your skin tone and your red lipstick staining his wine glass. He could just imagine it being mixed in with his cum. You getting on your knees as your tongue plays with his rim, his hands guiding you to his core as he face fucks the youth out of you. Pretty tits bouncing with every movement, dainty eyes staring up at him, innocent but so corrupted.

He groaned as he pulled out his phone, looking back at the lingerie photos candygirl sent him earlier. He knew it was devious, looking at his employee in such a deviant way that he uses external sources to fuel his imagination, but what can he do? He's a man. He's not exactly violating your personal space, right?

ImALawyer67 - Fuck you get me so hard...

A buzz to your phone had Jean ignoring it. Notification lighting up on your screen as soon as Jean sent it.

ImALawyer67 - I hope one day I could do that to you, anything you want me to

Another buzz made Jean glance, your phone on the glass table, laying lonely. As he grabbed your phone he saw the notification

'Two new messages from ImALaw....'

You were candy girl?

YOU’RE CANDY GIRL?!

Jeans eyes widened at the sight of what was infront of him, y/n. You. You were the one he was masturbating over every night, you were the girl he late night texting helping her get herself off every night, you were the one he...

So many thoughts ran through Jeans head. The way his cock strained at his pants had him going insane. Knowing that the girl of his dreams was also the girl of his...fantasys.

He heard you walk back into the room, putting the pieces together. Sexy, purring voice - just like candygirls precious moans. Rounded curvy body and full breasts - just like the one candygirl touched every night. Red full lips - just like...candygirls.

'Jean? Jean.' You called, his eyes snapping towards yours as you stood infront of him.

'Do you know where my phone is, I don't think it's in my bag?'

Eyes pretending to look around he 'found it' on the table. Passing it to you whilst reacknowledging your notification - both of you sobering up slightly at the thought.

'Candy girl hm? When you said you sold things I didn't know you meant sex work...' he chuckled standing infront of you, tongue poking out to lick his lips.

'Mm..sorry sir but I don't th- wait how do you know that candy girls a porn star...' you ask, innocently, voice coming out in shock of what's going on.

He grabs his phone and unlocks it, passing it to you, your eyes open at the sight of his messages. Yours and his messages. Back and forth sexting and pictures from the two of you, no faces involved. Orgasms and moaning. This anonymous whore was your boss?!

'Y-your..Th-'

'Don't act shocked princess, you did say not long ago you wanted the real thing..right...?' His mouth coming close to yours. Breath touching your skin as you feel your back begin to arch off the wall. You lean in to kiss him, soft touches of your skin connect as it begins to get sloppier, his one hand moving lower from your waist to your ass, squeezing it slightly as you could feel his boner pin into you, letting a small moan escape from your mouth.

He lifts your dress over your head, rounded nipples pointing out to him as he steps back to admire your beauty in the flesh, small thong from earlier on your body. The devious look in his eyes had you rubbing your legs together, getting wetter by the second.

'God princess arent I just lucky...bend over.'

'Bend over? You seemed nicer on the messages sir...' you purred. Bratty tone escaping as he quickly grabbed you and pinned you over the arm rest, back arched in the air as he threw a harsh slap to your ass. 

'Don't test me. Ive been waiting for you for far too long. Short skirts in the office. Tight, deep tops? Fuck I don't know how ive kept it in myself' he threw another harsh blow to your ass. Your mouth beginning to pool in drool the way you felt him finger you through your panties.

The soft Lacey material getting pushed into you, your cum from earlier staining the colour. You moaned and purred, his long fingers really working as he hit the fluffy spot in your pussy. Your clit writhed for him. Getting wetter by the second.

'Deeper jean fuck...'

'Jean? You know my name princess use it'

'Deeper...sir...'

A slight smile crossed his face as he began to finger fuck you, the material of your under wear entering inside you and out, your loose moans getting louder and louder by the decibel. You finally released on his fingers. Cooing and trying to get down from your high.

'Fuck your so much more reactive than I thought...' you heard him say, his hands loosely unbuckling his belt as he pulled his trousers down. You looked behind you to see the image of his cock, strained in his CK boxers. Hard and pointed. Barely scraping the entrance of your ass.

'Mm sir..I need you ...' you whine. Head doted in lust.

'Really? Having me wait this long for you there's no holding back princess...'

'Please sir...f-fuck' you moan, starting to rub yourself off on the couch for some friction, the sight making Jean go insane, Pre cum beginning to spill.

He quickly grabbed you and flipped you on the couch, your back colliding with the pillows as you stared up at him. Shirt now half undone as he pulls out his veiny long cock. 8 hard inches. His foreskin wrapped around it, being tugged down to show off his red warm tip, you licked your lips in adoration. Hand moving up to touch your breasts, pinching your nipples and playing with yourself for jeans adoration. He couldnt take it

Lining himself up with you, he pushed himself in an inch at a time. Your back began to arch with every movement. Getting more and more touch starved with every tainting move

'Noo ha-AHH'

He pushed his whole length in, quickly pounding himself inside you. Beats hiting your g spot every time. You moaned harshly, eyes rolling back as you could feel dribble moving to reach your ear.

'Fuck your so much t-tighter than I thought' the grip on your waist harsh and heavy, his fingers opening your mouth as you look at him with doe eyes, your tits moving faster with the pace of him. Your clit began to get attention as his fingers prodded at it. Playing with you, tipping you to an edge.

'I'm gonna c-cum...' your words slurred and non comprehensive.

'Fuck- cum for me princess...'

On command you released all over him. Squirting straight over his fingers and clothes. He was no different. White spurts of semen escaping, staining your legs and thighs. His head tipped back as he felt like he was in heaven.

Heavy pants and breathing were filled through the room, as you went to get up and cradle in jeans arms. Until-

'I'm not done with you doll. Do you know the amount of times I've thought about your lips round me, sucking me off? Now I got you here I'm not missing that chance. Do me a favour and get on your knees? I'll be kinder this time'

His tenacious voice coming out sincere and kind. His cock already starting to get hard again the way you obeyed to silently, hands and knees on the floor as you pushed your chest out and opened your mouth. Your tongue lolling infront of him, it's a sight for sore eyes.

'Good girl. Open wide'

'Yes sir...'

He pushed inside you, your warm cheeks hollowed out as you already started to gag on the size of him. Saliva coating down to his balls as he grabbed the back of your head, pushing you down further and further on him as your tongue began to rub against his tip, playing and coating the fluffy tip as his groans escaped his lips. Your moans sending vibrations straight to the core of his dick. His pace fastened and all you were good for now was a whining hole, helping him chase his release as you looked pretty doing it. Red lipstick smeared all down his long vein as you looked up at him. Fluttering eyelashes and pretty makeup ruined from the harsh fucking he's putting you through.

'Fuck fuck...princess get those tits ready...'

You push your tits together, pupils blown out and saliva dripping like a dog. He began to fuck you between your cleavage. Tip hitting your tongue every time. Pretty moans leaving your lips as he reached his high. White and red mixed together in lust as Jean called out your name. Salty taste bittersweet on your tongue as you stayed on your knees even after he was done.

'That was me going easy princess, you took me so well' a kiss was planted to your forehead in praise. You still looking up at him, waiting for your next order.

'Always took you for a harsh fucker Jean...good to know my conspiracy was true'

He kissed your cheek, hand ruffling through your hair as he moved lower to kiss your lips, an intertwining one last time. The semen and lipstick really mixing together.

'Can really taste the candy on you...'

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[crowhyun]

FOXY RIDE — 2

fox hybrid!yeonjun x panda bear hybrid!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), slight dry humping, breeding kink, rough secks, creampie, really fluffy but passionate, mentions of pregnancy, ACTUAL pregnancy, mentions of weight gain and food, reader has trust issues lol

Words: 5.2k (this was supposed to be under 2k…)

AN: so, you don’t necessarily have to read the first part to read this part, but if you want more context, go ahead. This was actually supposed to be just smut, but i decided to had just a little more lol. Hope you enjoy! (also! I literally rushed with this so sorry! there may be quite a bit of typos, but i still put my love and care into it!!!)

     For the past few weeks, Yeonjun had been in dreamland, heads in the clouds for most of the day, and a smile on his face. By now, the whole school was informed about you and him being in a relationship, disappointing literally everyone who was interested in him.

     Despite the fact that you were seen as a nobody compared to Yeonjun, he didn't care one bit. He wasn't even aware of how people saw you. All he knew that when he was with you, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.

(Y/N): i have a homework to do tonight then i'm taking a nap

Yeonjun: okay bby <3

Yeonjun: i'll buy you dinner to eat when you wake up

(Y/N): it's fine, you don't have to, i ate a few hours ago

(Y/N): i've been gaining too much weight anyways

Yeonjun: what's wrong with that?

Yeonjun: i'll buy you dinner and we'll eat together okay?

(Y/N): you won't let me decline, will you?

Yeonjun: no <3

(Y/N): i guess then

(Y/N): see you tonight :)

Yeonjun: <3

   As if it was second nature, Yeonjun's fingers glided across the screen, about to send one last text, but then he stopped.

Yeonjun: i love you (unsent)

    Was it too soon? What if it made you uncomfortable? He shook his head and deleted it, deciding to leave it at that. He wanted to make sure you were fully comfortable in the relationship before he said something that serious. Yet...those were his true feelings...

    "What are you doing?"

    He jumped at the voice behind him, seeing that it was Wooyoung looking over his shoulder at his phone.

    "What are you doing?" Yeonjun retorted.

    "Just scepulating." Wooyoung shrugged. "You're always texting her." He laughed.

    "Well, yeah...she's my girlfriend." Yeonjun found himself smiling at calling you his girlfriend. It'll never get old for him. Wooyoung gave him a weird look, and Yeonjun tilted his head to the side. "What's that look for?"

    "Nothin', just...you're actually serious about (Y/N)?" Wooyoung asked.

    "Of course I am." Yeonjun scoffed. "I thought that was obvious."

    "Just asking." Wooyoung said. "Anyways, you coming to my party tonight? This time we got an actual bartender!"

    "Nah, not tonight." Yeonjun said, looking back at his phone as if you were going to text him again.

    "But you said that last weekend." Wooyoung pouted. "And the one after that."

    "I've been focusing on my studies." Yeonjun shrugged. "It's our last year, and we can celebrate after we graduate. If we graduate, that is. You should do the same."

    Wooyoung scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Jun...come on."

    "What?"

    "Really?" Wooyoung gave him another weird look. "Is (Y/N) forcing you to do this?"

    "The fuck do you mean?" Yeonjun lifted a brow.

    "Well, y'know, she's more...uptight. Focused on her grades and shit." Wooyoung said. "Ever since you guys started dating, you've kinda been a recluse. Like you've changed. Get loose a little, usually these college relationships don't last, anyways."

    Yeonjun sighed, rolling his eyes. If he had a dollar for every one of his friends that said this to him, he'd be rich by now.

    "Wooyoung, you're my friend, right?" Yeonjun asked.

    "Duh, since freshman year of high school." Wooyoung laughed.

    "Then you know what happens when you cross the line right?"

    "Uh...yeah." Woo young's smile dropped and he scratched the back of his neck.

    "Well, you're almost there, friend." Yeonjun said, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't push it." He gave him a tight smile before he gathered his things and left, on his way to your favorite restaurant.

    He didn't have it in him to stay angry for long. Wooyoung was always his best friend, and he's always said dumb things from time to time. Besides, it's not like he knew what it was like to be in a real relationship.

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    With the spare key that you had given him, Yeonjun entered your apartment quietly, setting the bag of takeout he ordered on your kitchen counter.

    All of the lights were off, and it was very quiet, so he assumed that you were still asleep. He didn't want your sleep pattern to get awry, so he thought he'd go and wake you up.

    "Baby?" He called quietly, softly knocking on your door. You were laid on the bed on your stomach, arms folded above your head and your leg bent up. You looked so comfortable in your baggy hoodie and underwear, as if you were having the best dream. Your bushy tail fluttered every now and then, peeking out from under the hoodie. He smiled to himself and walked in, making sure not to wake you just yet.

     You always looked so peaceful while sleeping, like you didn't have a worry in the world. Though, as much as he wanted you to rest up completely, he knew you had to eat as well.

     "Wake up, babe." Yeonjun said, slightly shaking your shoulder. "The food is here."

     You squinted your eyes open, frowning as the light from the hallway got in your eyes.

     "Oh, hi, Jun." You said, yawning.

     "Hi, princess." He chuckled. "Did you get your homework done?"

     You paused. "Homework...ah. I tried to take a short break, but I fell asleep instead. I don't have much to do anyways."

     "Mm, okay." He nodded. "Well, if you're ready to eat, the foods in the kitchen."

“Mmm.” You hummed, slowly shutting your eyes once again.

“Heyyy. Heyyyyyy-“ Yeonjun whined, laying next to you and putting your leg over his hips so he could get closer. “Wake up.” He pouted, giving you a short peck that made you smile.

“Why?” You huffed.

“Because you sleeping pattern will be ruined.” He said. “And because I miss you. And I wanna be with you.”

“I’m so tired, though…”

“That’s because you’re still laying down, and because it’s dark in here.” He said. “Come on, cutie, get up.” He lifted himself up on his knees, grabbing your hands so that he could bring you up with him, but with a giggle, you dragged him back down in between your legs, his chest colliding with yours. “Yah-“ He laughed. “You’re naughty today, aren’t you?”

“Cuddle me.” You said.

“Ah ah ah, I know your tricks.” He shook his head, giving you a stern look. “Every time you go all, ‘cuddle me Yeonjun’-“ You laughed at his horrible high pitched mocking of you. “-you end up falling asleep after the first five minutes.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so comfy and warm.”

“Oh? Am I?” He smiled, and you rolled your eyes, knowing that you had just fed his ego. He laughed, giving you another kiss. “Will kisses keep you awake?”

“I think so.” You said. “Just keep kissing me and we’ll see.”

“Okay, so hypothesis-“ Kiss. “If I kiss my girlfriend non-stop-“ Kiss. “Then she will stay awake-“ Kiss. “Because all she needs is love and attention-“ Kiss. “Even though she doesn’t admit it.”

“Oh wow, the iconic ‘if, then, because’ statement. How educated.” You chuckled sarcastically.

“Of course, that extra studying is going to make a smarter than you.”

“Mhm, we’ll see about that.” You grabbed his face, planting your lips against his again. You didn’t want to talk anymore, you just wanted to feel is soft, plump lips against yours. Yeonjun said less, wanting to just kiss you and much as you wanted to kiss him.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Yeonjun since you’ve started dating him, it was that he was the best kisser you’ve ever had the pleasure of kissing. It was scary how perfect he was, and just how fast he learned what you liked. Almost as if it was too good to be true.

Over time, the kiss got more heated, even though you really didn’t mean for it to happen. Your tongues twirled together, exchanging saliva—something that you were now used to doing every day.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you, and you gasped once you felt his hard-on right on your center. He was rock hard.

“Oh…oops.” Yeonjun gave you a sheepish smile. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“It’s okay.” You said, trying to keep from grinding your hips up against him. You didn’t want to seem too desperate, especially when he didn’t mean to get aroused like this. “I…I could help you if you want.”

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Really? Do you want to?” You nodded.

“It could keep me awake for the next few hours.” You slowly trailed your hands down his lean arms.

“Oh? Then we should get to it, huh?” He chuckled. “Wouldn’t want you to fall asleep too early.” No more words needed to be exchanged as Yeonjun attached his lips to yours with more fervor this time. He didn’t stop himself from grinding into you, the growing wetness of your center leaking through your underwear and staining his sweats.

His hands held onto your hips and slowly moved up and under your sweatshirt.

“Wait…” He parted from the kiss and looked down. “Is this my sweatshirt?”

You looked down, not even remembering exactly what you were wearing.

“Oh…I think so.” You said. “Sorry, you left it here a few days ago and I guess it got mixed up with my clothes.”

“Don’t apologize.” He but his lip with a smile. “You look hot in my clothes.” This was one of the many fantasies that Yeonjun dreamt about whenever he wasn’t with you. Him fucking you in his clothes. It satisfied the primal urge to make you his, to pin you down and fuck you full of his-

Yeonjun had to snap out of it.

Don’t get too carried away, Yeonjun…

He looked down at the wet spot on your panties, seeing just how quick it was for you to be so wet for him. He trailed his fingers over your slick covered underwear, putting enough pressure on your slit to make you twitch you hips upwards.

“Fuck…” He whispered as he watched another gush of slick deep through your panties. The fabric stuck to you, outlining your slick lower lips. His cock twitched at the image in front of him. As much as he wanted to fuck you dumb, his mouth watered, and he knew he just had to get a taste. “Can I eat you out?”

The question surprised you. Yeonjun had never eaten you out ever since you’ve dated, and things were met pretty simple. Actually, you’ve never been eaten out before, so this was new to you.

“I-It’s okay if you don’t want me to, I could just-“

“Yes.” You said quickly. As much as this was new to you, it didn’t stop you from ever fantasizing about his gorgeous lips wrapping around your clit…

It’s like you saw the excitement pass over Yeonjun’s face as he quickly made his move to put his face in between your thighs.

Yeonjun pushed your thighs open a bit more, and you felt a bit self conscious of your most sensitive area being right in front of his eyes. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so he kept himself from pressing his nose right against your wetness, savoring your sweet scent.

You saw his ear twitch as his eyes darkened, and he flattened his tongue against your covered slit, getting a quick taste of you and teasing you at the same time.

“Fuck, you taste so good…” Yeonjun murmured, more like to himself than to you. In a hurry, he pushed himself up on his knees to slide your underwear off. Leaving you naked under Yeonjun’s baggy sweatshirt.

He placed himself back in between your legs, using his hands to grab onto your thighs and spread your legs further than needed. He couldn’t wait this time, immediately diving in and gathering all of the slick that had slipped out of you.

Your back arched, half in surprise and half in pleasure.

“Fuck, Yeonjun-“ You gasped, grabbing ahold of his messy hair. He held onto your thighs tightly as his tongue moved in and out of your hole, devouring your slick as if it was his first meal of the day.

You didn’t want to be too loud, so you bit your sleeve, your other hand tugging on his hair right behind his ears.

You thought that you’d be able to contain the volume of your moans until he wrapped his lips around your clit, and sucked, moaning at the taste, and it sent vibrations right up the nerves of your clit.

You mewled at that, trying to get in gulps of air. You felt like you could barely breathe with just how good he was eating you. He surprised you everyday with how good he was at everything.

His eyes met with yours, watching your every expression and every twitch and turn on your body. You just looked so dreamy in his eyes as he gave you the pleasure you deserved.

Spurred on by your heavenly sounds, he focused all of his attention on sucking in your sensitive clit, determined to make you cum.

You felt your high come closer and closer, and at this point, you didn’t care about the noise you were making. You just wanted to cum on his tongue, even more so than Yeonjun wanted.

With both of your hands, you grabbed ahold of his hair and started grinding your hips on him. Immediately, he flattened his tongue, watching as you used him to get yourself off. It was the hottest thing he’s ever seen, and it felt like he was going to cum just from this. He knew he wouldn’t last long once he was inside of you.

You repeated his name over and over like a mantra as you finally slipped over the edge, riding his tongue through your powerful orgasm. There was just something about you using him like this that made his cock twitch like crazy, and once your orgasm settled down, he didn’t give you time to breathe at all.

He didn’t even completely take his clothes off before he crawled back up to you and smashed his lips against yours, pulling his sweats down just enough to release his angry, leaking cock. You were to distracted by your own taste to notice the tip of his cock right at the entrance of your sopping hole, and you yelped once he slid into you all in one go, his hips meeting with yours in a harsh slap.

There was no time to waste, as he held himself up, hovering above you so that he could have a clear view of your face. He started pummeling inside of you, not able to control himself any further. He let himself wait for too long before allowing himself any pleasure.

“Oh my god-“ You gasped, grabbing a hold of his shoulders so that his harsh thrusts wouldn’t push you up the bed.

His moans were like music to your ears, and you felt him twitch uncontrollably inside of you, you couldn’t help the erotic noises that spilled from your throat.

“Fuck, this kissy takes me so well,” Yeonjun moaned, lost in the feeling of you clenching around him, accommodating his girth.

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing stopped the both of you in your tracks, him balls deep inside of you and looking over at his phone on your nightstand.

He looked so hot at this moment, his eyes furrowed in frustration, his chest moving up and down at his heavy breaths, his hair messy from the pulling, and sweat dripping down his forehead.

He reached over to pick up his phone, and he growled as he noticed it was Wooyoung. Why would he be calling him at this time?

“Yeonjun, baby~” You whined, clenching around him as you wanted to get back to it. “You can call him back when you’re done…please fuck me.”

“Fuck…” He groaned, throwing his phone to the side and returning back to you, starting his thrusts once again. He fucked you deep, not wanting you to miss the feeling of each and every inch of his lengthy cock.

“Oh, god-“ You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Please don’t stop, Yeonjun—I’m gonna cum!”

He wasn’t planning on stopping anyways. His stamina never failed to amaze you everytime he fucked you. You felt like he could go on and on for hours, but it never got that long before.

You opened your mouth in a silent scream as you arched your back, cumming hard on Yeonjun’s cock. Your nails dug into his shoulders, most likely making marks that’ll be there for days after this.

He winced, the pain turning into pleasure as he found it harder and harder to keep trusting in you. Shoved all the way into your pussy, he shallowly thrusted at a quick pace, his balls tightening as he got ready to release a load inside of you.

You whined at the overstimulation, diligently waiting for him to cum inside of you, filling you up just how you like it.

“Cum inside me, Jun-“ You whined to edge him on. “Fill me up…I want it-“

Fill her up, Yeonjun~

Fill her till she can’t take anymore~

Give her all your cum~

Fuck her full until she’s pregnant with your pups~

Knock her up, Yeonjun~

He let out a groan from deep in his gut as he finally came, spurt after spurt of his white cum filling you up and overflowing. He continued to weakly thrust inside of you until he was nearly dry, unable to continue filling you up.

Tired, Yeonjun released the weight on his arms, falling down on you, but careful not to suffocate you.

“Damn…” Yeonjun breathed out. “Tell me why I can’t keep my hands off you whenever I’m around you.”

“I’m trying to figure that out myself.” You replied, laughing even though you were tired al over again.

On the other side of the bed, Yeonjun noticed his phone vibrating every few seconds. He furrowed his brows in confusion and picked it up, seeing multiple messages from Wooyoung.

Wooyoung: bro u sure you don’t wanna come to the party tonight?

Wooyoung: you can bring (Y/N)

Wooyoung: i miss u :(

Wooyoung: where are you

Wooyoung: are you at (Y/N)’s house???

Wooyoung: can i come just to say hi

Wooyoung: i’ve never said more than two sentences to her

Wooyoung: can i meet my best friends girlfriend

Wooyoung: i’m coming over

Wooyoung: apartment number 48 right?

Wooyoung: wait…

Wooyoung: nvm it’s 49

Wooyoung: i hear y’all fucking

Wooyoung: so loud jeez

Wooyoung: i’ll come back another time

Wooyoung: have fun ig lol

“What is it?” You asked.

“Nothing.” Yeonjun said quickly. He knew you’d be embarrassed if you had known that Wooyoung heard the two of you. “Just Wooyoung spamming dumb shit about the party.”

“Oh…I’m hungry.” You pouted.

“Good thing I’ve got just what you need.” He said with a wink, then pulled out. “Oh, shit-“ He watched as his cum spilled out of you, momentarily forgetting what had just happened moments before. “Uh, let’s clean up first. Sorry…”

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About a week later, you went to class feeling more groggy than usual. There was a permanent frown on your face, and an ache in your stomach.

You guessed your period was about to come, and you dreaded it. It was almost like the week before your period was worse than the actual week of.

Though, it was weird, because you had feel this type of grogginess for a few weeks now, and your period hasn’t come yet. It was two days before it would usually come, but you weren’t too worried.

“Should you go to the doctor?” Yeonjun suggested while walking you home. “It could be something serious, especially if you’ve been feeling this way for a few weeks. What if it’s a stomach bug?”

“I’m fine, Jun.” You said. “Stuff like this has happened before.”

“I don’t know…” He frowned. “You said you’ve been gaining weight easily and feeling more tired than usual too, right?”

“Yeah, but it could be stress.” You said. “That sometimes happens when I’m stressed.”

“(Y/N).” Yeonjun looked at you with concern written all over his face. “I’m going to need you to care about yourself a little more. This really could be something serious, and it shouldn’t just be pushed to the side because of stress. Call the doctor. I’ll take you there.”

You sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to argue about this. You knew that Yeonjun just cared for you deeply, as he was always there for you whenever you didn’t feel your best.

So, you were able to schedule a doctors appointment for the next day, and Yeonjun drove you there like he said he would.

“If it’s nothing, you owe me my check-up fee.” You said to Yeonjun, who scoffed and laughed.

“Is this what I get for caring?” Yeonjun pouted.

“Yes.” You said. “I doubt it isn’t even that bad.”

“Well, I hope it’s not.”

The doctor walked back into the room, clipboard in hand. She greeted the two of you again and put on some hand sanitizer.

“So, I looked over your symptoms with the nurse.” She said. “Urine testing takes about three hours, five or take, so I cannot give a for sure diagnosis right now, but…your symptoms are quite clear for what it is.”

“It’s not too bad, right.” You chuckled nervously, expecting to hear that maybe you had caught a stomach bug after all.

“Eh, depends.” The doctor said, giving you a tight smile. “You’re pregnant, Ms.(Y/L/N).”

Silence.

“Uh…” Yeonjun cleared his throat. “That’s not final, though, right? S-since the urine test isn’t complete?”

“Technically, no, it’s not final.” The doctor said. “But the symptoms are prett obvious. You’re most likely 3-5 weeks pregnant by now.”

You couldn’t speak. This can’t be. You can’t be pregnant. You’re so young. You’re still in school with no career. Your apartment might be big enough for a baby, but do you have the money for it. Did Yeonjun even want a baby? What if he was going to leave you? What if this was too much for him?

“Due to the both of you being hybrids, the change for multiples is quite high.” The doctor said. “There’s a higher chance that you’d have twins or triplets than if you’d have just one.”

“Oh god.” The fear settled in, and you felt yourself start to panic. Though the doctor felt pity on you, she continued.

“We’ll call you once the urinology results are ready, and we can give you an accurate diagnosis,” The doctor said. “But for now, that is most likely what it is.”

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The results were in. You were really pregnant, and you had been pregnant for four weeks now. You didn’t even know it, and neither did Yeonjun, of course.

You laid on your couch, crying for days at your predicament. You had distanced yourself from Yeonjun, not allowing him to see you like this.

Did it matter, really, though? No one would want to become a parent so young in their life. Especially not Yeonjun. He’s always been the party type, always the type to live life to the fullest. Now his loser girlfriend was pregnant. Would you blame him if he was done with you and the baby(s) on the way? Not at all.

“(Y/N), baby, please talk to me. We can talk this out, we can figure this out, just please answer the phone, okay?”

You listened to yet another one of his voicemails, feeling guilty but not feeling brave enough to talk to him. The relationship didn’t even last long, but you were already into something that would take a life long commitment. How could you be so stupid?

“You know I won’t come over until you answer the phone, baby. I don’t want you to be alone, right now, especially not at a time like this. I don’t care about classes, I just want to see you. Please answer the phone.”

Was he frustrated at you? You couldn’t handle seeing his anger directed at you. You couldn’t handle seeing him right now. So you texted him just to ease the guilt that weighed on you.

(Y/N): i just want to be alone right now.

(Y/N): just leave me alone for a bit…

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Yeonjun paced back and forth, not knowing what to do with himself when he was away from you. This was a time where he knew that you shouldn’t be alone. He knew that you didn’t wan to be alone. You were just pushing him away, just like you always did when you didn’t want him to see you in an emotional state.

At the least, his feelings were hurt. He was surprised, too. He was anxious, too. This was his child, too! Did you not trust him enough to show him your rough sides? Was he not showing you just how much he loved and cherished you every day?

He could only blame himself, after all. His reputation, his attitude, everything. If he was more careful, this wouldn’t have happened. You’d trust him more, and your relationship would be even deeper. How could he get you to trust him?

Right now, he didn’t care about anything else. The only thing he cared about was you, and the future you two would have together. That’s all he wanted you to know. But you didn’t know. You, of course, thought the opposite. Like he didn’t care. Like he didn’t want to care.

It made him frustrated, so, so, frustrated. With himself, with you.

He called again, after leaving you alone for a day. He hoped that you would pick up this time, that maybe he had calmed down just a bit.

His heart stopped when you picked up the phone.

“Baby?” He spoke softly. He heard nothing for a few seconds, then suddenly heard the sounds of you softly sobbing.

You didn’t mean to cry. You were done with crying after a day, but the sound of him being so worried made you break down.

“Baby, please don’t cry,” Yeonjun frowned, feeling himself tear up just hearing you in so much anguish. “Please let me come over. Let’s talk, okay? We won’t be able to get through this is we don’t talk.”

He waited for you to answer, as you were silent for a minute.

“T-the door’s unlocked…” You sniffled.

And with that, he hurried to your apartment, keeping you on the phone the entire time. His heart was aching to see you again. It’s like he couldn’t be away from you for more than a day.

Five minutes later, he showed up at your apartment, rushing through the door and finding you on your couch.

Immediately, without one word exchanged, he ran to embrace you in a warm, tight hug. As a surprise to you, you hugged him back just as tight, not knowing just how much you missed him and just how much you needed a hug.

“Baby, you can’t…you can’t just do that anymore.” Yeonjun said. “You can’t be alone at times like this. It may sound selfish, but, y-you can’t do that to me.”

“I’m sorry.” You cried, not planning to offer an explanation. You’d feel too ashamed to do so.

“How have you been feeling?” He asked, looking at you. “You haven’t been hurting too bad, have you? Don’t ignore me, again, I’ll take care of you.”

“It’s just…just some nausea, that’s all.” You said. “I’m fine.”

He sighed, looking at you with deep concern. “Baby…you know you don’t have to hide anything from me, right? I don’t like how you shut yourself out when you’re sad or mad. I’m always here for you, especially now. Tell me what’s on your mind. I’m listening, I always am.”

You refused to look at him, eyes glued to the floor. Did you really want to open up to him? What if he wanted to eventually leave you? Leave you with your future child(ren)?

“Do…do you still want to be with me?” You asked him softly.

“What?” He tilted his head of the side, and gently grabbed your hand. “Of course I still want to be with you. Pregnant or not, I still want to be with you. What makes you think otherwise?”

“I just…we’re so young.” You said. “You have your whole life ahead of you, and…it feels like I’m trapping you with me. Don’t you…don’t you want to go explore and be free without the responsibility of a girlfriend with a child?”

“Of course not.” He said. What you were saying to him was absolutely ridiculous, but he didn’t want to show you how much it frustrated him while you were in a sensitive place right now. “I don’t think you understand, (Y/N). You are the most important person in my life. You’re young, too, and even though having a baby at this time isn’t ideal, I would never leave you alone to go through this yourself. This is something we both did, and I would hate myself for vet even thinking of leaving you alone. Do you understand, baby?”

You bit your lip, taking in everything he was saying.

“This is far from a trap, and…having a baby may not be the worst thing. Especially when it’s with you. I…I love you, (Y/N). I love you so much, and it hurts me to know that you’re thinking this way. Put a little faith in me, okay? I’m here for you, and I always will be.”

Tears fell from your eyes, but this time, they weren’t negative. This time, you felt loved. This time, you felt that you weren’t alone. Despite your insecurities and trust issues, Yeonjun still tried his hardest to show you just how much you meant to him. You were difficult, but Yeonjun didn’t care, because he really just loved you that much.

“Come here.” He said, gagging you in a hug again. He held you close to his chest, one of the many warm hugs that happened right on this couch. “I love you so much, okay? Never forget that.”

You nodded against his chest, letting out the last of your tears as you two hugged in silence.

A few minutes later, you uttered out the words, “I love you, too.”

Yeonjun didn’t think you’d say it. He didn’t think you were ready just yet, and he was fine with that. But hearing it come out of your mouth made his heart warm. There was no feeling better than love. Feeling loved, being loved, to love. Yeonjun never prioritized the feeling of love until he met you. He learned just how strong it could be, and just how important it was for him to feel. If you could make him feel this way, there was nothing else that he needed in the world.

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[givemea-dam-break]

Maybe some hiccup x reader fluff? Just them being goofy and treasing each other :) you're not obligated to write this so if you don't want to that's okay!!! I hope you're having a great day :D

a/n: no i definitely want to write this and i am thank you! i hope you are too <3 sorry this has taken so long to be posted i've not been able to come up with plots that i like lol Warnings: none Words: 580 Gender-neutral reader

"Hey! Give that back!" "Nope, it's all mine now." "Hiccup, I'm trying to read." "Yeah, and not paying attention to what I'm saying." You cross your arms and playfully glare at your husband. "You're the one who told me to go read while you did all your chief-y stuff, so I did exactly that, and now you're not letting me." Hiccup flips to a random page in the book. "He stared at her with longing eyes, vulnerable eyes, and she realised - You're reading romance!" "Of course I am," you say. "Something I can't get from you anymore." "Oh, shush, you." Hiccup hands you back the book and wraps an arm around your shoulders. "I'm good at romance, I am romance." "Yeah," you say, rolling your eyes, "and I'm Odin." Hiccup perches himself on the armrest of your chair - which can't be comfortable, at all - and rests his head on top of yours. "I never took you for the romance type," he says. You lightly hit his face with the book. "I just read whatever your mother gives me. She gives me all of these books every week, which is super sweet. You know, I think she likes me more than you." "Oh, yeah, definitely," Hiccup says, poking your arms. "It's true," you say, sitting forward. The movement causes Hiccup to fall sideways so he's horizontal behind you. You laugh at the dramatic way he reacts to it, resting his hand on his forehead as you stand. "This is it," he says. "I'm dead." His hand drops down and he closes his eyes, sticking his tongue out at the side of his mouth. You roll your eyes again, putting your book down on the small table by your chair, before poking his sides with your fingers. "Ah!" Hiccup jolts upwards, shocked by the feeling. You poke him again, laughing at how ticklish he is. He regains his breath after you stop, looking up at you. "Your turn." Your eyes widen. Crap. The second Hiccup stands up, you're running through the house to get away from him. You can hear his boot and the clanking of his metal leg behind you, and the sound of his laugh bouncing off the walls. You laugh, too, heart racing in adrenaline and hilarity. "No!" you shout, laughing, as Hiccup grabs you and pulls you backwards. Your feet are lifted off the ground as Hiccup carries you to your shared room, dropping you on the bed. You have no time to try and run again when his hands make contact with your sides and your stomach. You wriggle and try to evade the feeling, to no avail. Thankfully, Hiccup stops after a few seconds, dropping down on the bed beside you. "Man," he says. "That was tiring." You laugh, breathless. "You're tired? I was the one being tickled!" Hiccup waves his hand like it's no big deal. "At least we're even now." "I feel like we're kids again," you say. "Tickling each other and getting 'even'." "It's weird, isn't it?" Hiccup's hand reaches yours. The metal of his wedding ring is cold on your hand. "I like it, though." You nod. "So do I. Makes me feel like I'm not just a grumpy adult." "Yeah." Hiccup lets out a long breath. "Well, bedtime for me." "It's not even dinner time." "I'm tired!" "You're an old man is what you are." "If I'm old then so are you." "Not as old as you. You're ancient." "Oh, shush."

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[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: whilst caring for a new patient of yours, you definitely didn't expect to fall for her cute neighbour, Wanda Maximoff

warning/s: very minor mentions of injuries and death

author's note: okay so firstly, buckle in, folks, this is gonna be like 6 parts long lol. Also, I google translated all the Russian bits so i apologise if they are incorrect! okay, you may enjoy now :)

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"38... 38... 38..."

I scanned the doors to the many apartments in the hall, hoping to find the one that belonged to my newest patient – Anna Pivec. As a nurse, I was always given new patients to visit and tend to until they no longer needed it or chose not to have me around. I'd just been assigned a new patient, Anna, and was excited to meet her.

"38!" I said to myself, spotting the door at the end of the hallway. I knocked on before waiting patiently, hoping she wasn't sleeping or anything. It wasn't too early – 10AM – and she knew I was coming, so finger's crossed.

The door opened to reveal a short, old lady with grey hair and a cane in her hand. I smiled kindly, meeting her cloudy gaze.

"You must be the one my granddaughter is paying to look after me because she can't do it herself," the woman spoke before I could introduce myself. Stepping to the side, she motioned with her cane. "Come on in."

My smile dropped at her abruptness. "I, er, yeah, I guess that's me." As I walked in, I said, "My name is Y/N Y/L/N. The nurse from–"

"Yeah, I know where you're from," she cut me off, closing the door and heading further into her apartment. "They sent me a brochure, milaya."

I followed after her, surprised at how quick she was for an old lady with back and heart problems. She was leading me into the open plan living-room and kitchen.

"I'm sorry – milaya? What does that mean?" I asked politely, hoping I didn't come across as rude.

She waved her hand dismissively, mumbling something to herself in what I think was Russian. Her profile did say she was from Sokovia, so maybe that was it.

"Okay, erm, well, as I said," I changed the subject, figuring she wouldn't give me an answer, "I'm Y/N. I'll be here five times a week and basically be doing anything you need me to do. Of course, I only want you to be comfortable in your own home, so if you ever feel anything but, please let me know."

She hummed in acknowledgement before motioning for me to follow her. I set my bag on the kitchen counter before sitting on the couch as she did so on the recliner. She sighed with content as the pain on her back was eased from taking a seat.

"Tell me about yourself," she said gently.

I smiled with amusement. "That's usually what I ask my patients."

"Do forgive me, milaya," she said, and I made a mental note to bring a Russian-English dictionary with me tomorrow, "but you're a stranger in my home. I'd prefer to know about you before I let you take care of me."

I nodded, slightly impressed. Her profile didn't do her justice. Usually, the elderly I cared for were quick to allow me to do my thing, never really questioning who I was or what my intentions were. I was starting to get the impression that Anna was a strong, stubborn woman in a little old lady's body – definitely not one to mess around with.

"Okay, well, I'm a nurse," I began with the basics, and from there, went into a long ramble about my job, how I got into it, what it consisted of...

Anna was full of questions, taking the time to get to know me and I her. Once I had told her everything I could think to, she told me about her life. How she lived in Sokovia up until she was thirty-five years old and had to flee with her husband and daughter because of the war. She gushed about the both of them, a twinkle in her eye as she recalled their livelihoods like they were still alive. Her husband had unfortunately passed many years ago due to liver problems – "All that drinking, milaya! Us Sokovians are a force to be reckoned with!" – and her daughter had passed in a car accident not long after.

It was a tragic tale, but she didn't let it bring her down. In fact, she seemed grateful to have lived it and I couldn't help but smile as she shared it with me.

I noticed she would speak short phrases in Russian mid-conversation, without realising, which didn't make it easier for me to understand, but I couldn't bring it in myself to interrupt her to ask what they meant because she said it with such sincerity that I figured it reminded her of her home.

After our conversation, I made her lunch and gave her her medication before watching some TV with her and pretty much talking to her once again. She was quite an interesting woman, different to my usual patients, and I was enjoying our time together. After spending the day there, I wished her a good night before leaving.

When I returned the next morning, I let myself in with the key Anna gave me and called out a good morning.

"In here!" an unfamiliar female voice called out.

I furrowed my brows as I took off my jacket and headed into the living-area. Anna was sat in her recliner as usual, but she had a guest sat on her couch. A young woman, possibly my age, with long dark hair and a friendly smile on her lips was sat comfortably; she had a cup of tea in her hands and her legs pulled up on the couch like she lived there.

The stranger and Anna exchanged words in Russian briefly before the former stood up, about to introduce herself.

"Oh, are you her granddaughter?" I asked, putting two and two together. It was the only explanation I could think of for how comfortable she was and the fact that she was also Sokovian (I assumed, anyway).

The girl laughed, her green eyes sparkling as she shook her head. Putting out her hand, she said, "I'm Wanda Maximoff. Anna's neighbour."

Slightly embarrassed by my mistake, I smiled awkwardly and shook her hand. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have– I just thought because you were speaking Russian that–"

"It's fine, no harm no foul," she put me at ease quickly, before taking her seat again. "I've lived next door to Anna for about a year now. Sometimes I keep her company on my days off."

I set my bag on the floor before taking a seat on the couch, leaving a gap between Wanda and I.

"That's nice," I said with a smile before looking to Anna. "How are you feeling this morning, Mrs Pivec?"

She sighed, waving her hand dismissively, before saying something to Wanda in Russian who was listening intently. Nodding her head, Wanda looked to me with amusement.

"What did she say?" I asked, quirking a brow.

"She said she told you to stop calling her Mrs Pivec yesterday," Wanda translated, trying not to laugh.

"Just call me Anna, Y/N," Anna added with a nod. "And I'm fine. Just had breakfast with Wanda here."

"Breakfast," I repeated slowly. "How long ago was that? Just gotta make sure you get your meds."

"Shoot, am I doing your job?" Wanda asked, slightly panicked.

"No, no, you're not." I laughed at the way she scrunched her nose. "I mean, it would help if I could have breakfast with Miss– Anna, so I know when she has her medication. But it's all good."

"Are you sure? I can leave if I'm in the way," Wanda said with a frown.

"No need," I reassured her. "If Anna doesn't mind your presence, it's all good. I'm just here to look after her, clean up, make sure she eats, has her meds."

Wanda looked to Anna, who seemed unbothered by her presence.

"She can stay," Anna said with a shrug. "Makes it feel less like I'm a pet."

I opened my mouth to say something, possibly make her feel better, but I wasn't sure what to say.

"Don't mind her," Wanda reassured, giving Anna a knowing look before shooting me an easygoing smile. "She tends to speak her mind exactly as it is. No filter whatsoever. And very stubborn. You may have noticed."

I cracked a smile, feeling better knowing that it wasn't just me who noticed Anna's unique personality traits.

"Hey, that stubbornness and lack of filter is exactly how I beat my husband and his friends in every poker game back home," Anna said with a playful smirk.

Wanda and I chuckled, before the brunette leaned on the couch comfortably and looked to me.

"We finished breakfast, maybe, ten minutes ago? I made us eggs and toast," she answered my question from earlier.

I hummed before getting up with my bag and heading to the kitchen. Setting my bag on the counter, I grabbed my diary and also Anna's medication from its place on the kitchen counter.

"I'll give you your medicine now, Anna," I told her, already grabbing a glass of water for her.

"Thank you, milaya," she called back, and I spun around, immediately going to get my Russian-English dictionary from my bag. "Wait, I know what that is!" I flicked through the pages and scanned it eagerly. "Milaya... milaya... milaya! Okay, it means... sweetie."

"Sweetie," Wanda said at the same time, and I looked up to see her watching me from behind her cup of tea, trying not to laugh again.

"I guess another perk of your presence is being the translator," I said sheepishly, realising just how eager I was a second ago. "Anna likes to speak Russian a lot, which I'm fine with of course, but..." I waved the dictionary in the air.

"It's funny watching tvoye lichiko, milaya," Anna said with that same mischievous smirk on her face.

I looked down to my dictionary, struggling to pinpoint a single word in her sentence that I could search. It was overwhelming, the words going in one ear and out the other.

"She said it's funny watching your little face, sweetie," Wanda translated upon seeing my frozen state.

I relaxed my shoulders. "Thanks." Then I realised what she said. "Hey!"

Anna laughed as Wanda grinned, and I was suddenly glad she was here. I grabbed Anna's meds with a glass of water before giving them to her. After making sure she swallowed them properly, I put the glass to the side and took a seat on the couch again.

"So, you said you visited Anna on your days off?" I asked Wanda, intrigued by why a neighbour would be so interested in another. It wasn't very common in today's day and age.

"She's almost always here," Anna answered before Wanda could speak. I looked to her as she continued with a grateful smile. "Helps me with everything. Groceries, cleaning, my medication."

"So basically me but unpaid," I joked, and Anna laughed.

"Exactly," she agreed, and I looked to Wanda to see her blushing, eyes avoiding mine.

"That's really sweet," I said gently, earning her attention. "You're a really good neighbour, Wanda."

Wanda ran a hand through her hair. "It's nothing. If anything, I enjoy being here. Anna reminds me of Sokovia and my family and, well, home."

"Oh, so you're Sokovian, too?"

She nodded before smiling playfully. "Did the accent not give it away?"

I hid a smile. "I didn't want to assume. I mean, you could've been Czech. Slovakian. Basically anything else."

"Okay, I'll give you that," she gave in, tilting her head to the side, smile widening.

It was then that I learnt her smile was extremely contagious.

Same as yesterday, my plan was to stay the day with Anna, though this time Wanda also kept her company (and me, too). After lunch, I left the two of them to watch some TV as I excused myself to change Anna's bedsheets in her room, ready for bed tonight.

As I was doing so, I heard the door open and glanced over my shoulder to see Wanda entering the room. I gave her a smile before continuing to replace the pillowcase.

"Here, I can help," she offered, and didn't give me chance to decline as she grabbed the pillow on the other side of the bed and began to change its case.

"You sure? You know it's my job, right?" I teased, looking up at her over the bed between us.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm aware. Just thought I'd make it a bit easier for you."

I chuckled. "Well, I appreciate it... how is Anna?"

"Dozed off," Wanda quipped with an expectant nod. "Same time every day. Like clockwork."

"Huh." I thought back to yesterday and how she ended up taking a nap after lunch, too. "Noted. Thanks."

Wanda smiled before putting the pillowcase on the pillow and puffing it with her hands. I did the same, content with its appearance, before moving to the duvet. Wordlessly, Wanda grabbed one end and began to help me put it on, which I appreciated. The duvet was bigger than I was and definitely a two-person job.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I spoke out of the blue as we were putting on the duvet cover.

"Go for it," she said encouragingly, glancing sideways.

"Of course, you don't have to answer, but I thought I'd ask since I'm going to be looking after Anna for a while," I gave a little disclaimer, before saying, "She makes a lot of snide remarks about her granddaughter. Do they not get along?"

Wanda sighed quietly. "Her granddaughter doesn't really visit her here. She rarely calls."

"Her daughter's kid?"

"The only one," Wanda confirmed. "She keeps her distance, ever since her mum – Anna's daughter – passed. She just pays for, well, you."

I frowned. "That's sad."

"Yeah," Wanda agreed, breathing out.

The two of us spread the duvet over the double bed before I looked to her with a small smile.

"At least she has you," I pointed out. "It's nice you give up your free time to spend it with her."

"Like I said, it's good for me, too," she reminded me, returning the smile.

"So what do you do when you're not here keeping her company?" I asked curiously, moving to Anna's bedside to clear it up a little.

Wanda hid her smile behind a look of confusion. "Do you not– don't you recognise me?"

I quirked a brow, pausing my actions. "Am I supposed to?"

She snickered, shaking her head, eyes falling to the bed with mild disbelief. "I mean, I guess not. I'm–" She chuckled, looking to my confused face. "I'm one of the Avengers."

I studied her, her words not quite settling in. But when they did, I realised I actually recognised her and she was one of the Avengers.

"Oh my God!" I blurted, the penny finally dropping. "The one with the weird red energy powers! I mean– not weird but– the magic!"

She stifled laughter, nodding her head. Just like her smile, her laughter was contagious, too.

"Yeah, that's me," she confirmed.

I made a weird motion with my free hand, like I'd seen her do on TV when saving the day. "Does Anna know about your y'know?"

Wanda crossed her arms, raising a brow and watching me with a humoured gaze. "Is that supposed to be my powers?"

I stopped making the motion and felt my neck heating up. "I– yeah."

Laughter spilled from her lips yet again, automatically making me smile. I didn't mind that I'd made a fool of myself all of a sudden.

"Anna knows, yes," Wanda said with a bright smile. "She actually recognised me straight away. Much quicker than you. And she's eighty."

Waving my hand to distract from my flushed cheeks, I said, "Pfft, she probably confused you with someone else and played along when you told her who you were."

"Yeah, I'm sure that was it, ty milyy maneken," she retorted with her piercing gaze.

"No fair, my dictionary is in the other room," I said with a pout, and she only laughed even more.

"Guess you'll never know," she teased with a smirk, making me roll my eyes to distract from the way it made me feel when she stared at me like that.

It was much later on when I learnt that she had called me 'a cute dummy'. And that was the beautiful start to Wanda and I's introduction into each other's lives.

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From then onwards, about eighty percent of the time I would go to care for Anna, Wanda was present, too and I didn't mind one bit. Not only did she keep Anna company, but she made my job a lot easier whilst keeping me company as well.

I was beginning to look forward to seeing her whenever I would open the door. Whether she was cleaning something up, playing board games with Anna or simply having a tidy up around the apartment, she'd always stop what she was doing and help me with whatever was in my hands as she greeted me at the door. It was adorable. She was adorable.

The few times she wasn't present because of work only made me miss her, the apartment feeling emptier than usual. Even Anna agreed, the two of us making up for the lack of the Sokovian girl's presence by distracting ourselves with other activities.

I was convinced Anna was warming up to me as she freely let me care for her without resistance. Obviously, she wouldn't be Anna if she didn't throw funny remarks my way or speak to me in Russian, knowing I didn't understand her, but it was tolerable. And I was liking her, too; she was easily becoming one of the best patients I cared for. There was just so much personality to her that I couldn't help but smile whenever I spoke to her.

One time, I was helping Anna out at her place when Wanda wasn't present. I was leading her into her bed when I decided now was a better time than ever to ask her about her birthday on Sunday, which I knew was then because of her file.

"So, I'll be seeing you in two days next," I told her as I pulled the duvet over her. "And a little birdie told me it's your birthday then. Eighty-one, Anna! That's amazing!"

She smiled but seemed embarrassed that I knew.

"Tell me what you want and I can make it happen," I said promisingly, smiling down at her.

She waved her hand. "I don't want anything, milaya (sweetie). Your presence is enough."

I chuckled. "As sweet as that is, I know everybody wants something for their birthday. Now please, Anna. What can I do to make the day a bit more special?"

She pondered my question momentarily and I waited for her to speak, hoping it was something doable.

"I would love to have a traditional Sokovian meal," she said reluctantly. "It's been a long time."

I breathed out quietly, patting her hand gently. "I can do that, Anna. Don't you worry."

She smiled genuinely, before shooing me away. "Okay, enough sappiness, ty mozhesh' uyti seychas (you can leave now)."

I laughed, standing up and dusting my pants off. I only knew what that phrase meant because she said it almost every time before my shift ended and I left for the day. I knew she didn't mean it as harshly as it sounded.

"I'm going, I'm going," I said, already heading to the door. "I'll see you Sunday, birthday girl."

She groaned quietly, making me grin, before I double checked everything was okay in the living-area and grabbed my stuff to leave.

As easy of a request that it was, I knew absolutely nothing about cooking a traditional Sokovian meal. But I knew of one person who did and instantly headed to Wanda's apartment next door to see if she was home.

With a quick knock, I waited patiently. I wasn't sure if she was even home since she hadn't visited Anna today and she usually did so if she was. When I was beginning to think she wasn't, I told myself I could Google a recipe and put something together, but then the door opened and revealed a tired-looking Wanda.

"Y/N," she said with surprise, but a friendly smile was on her lips nonetheless.

"Hey, I'm so sorry to disturb you this late, but I wanted to ask– wait, what happened to your face?" I stopped speaking and lost my own smile when I noticed the faint scratches and bruises dusting her skin.

"Oh, it's nothing–" she started, raising her hand, fingers wavering over her head, but I cut her off.

"Shit, Wanda, what happened?" I reached out, taking her hand in mine and studying the cast that was around her wrist. Concerned frown on my lips, I glanced up at her. "Are you okay?"

"It's fine, Y/N," she tried to reassure, but I couldn't help it as my worry got the better of me and I studied the cuts on her cheek. "I just came back from a mission. Minor injuries. Honestly."

I let go of her hand, realising I was still holding it, and nodded slightly. "Right..." Realising she must have been exhausted, I awkwardly stepped back and shook my head with realisation. "Sorry, I should go. I didn't mean to bot–"

"You were saying something," she interrupted, nodding encouragingly. "You wanted to ask me something. What is it?"

I paused, nodding. Admittedly, I was still worried about the bruises on her forehead. I knew she was an Avenger and this was probably the norm for her, but to me, it looked like she'd just got mugged. And the irregularity of that worried me.

"Yeah, I was saying," I finally found my words, trying to ignore the way her tired eyes peered at me hopefully. "It's Anna's birthday on Sunday and she wants to have a traditional Sokovian meal to celebrate. The only problem is, I don't know what that is." Wanda cracked a smile as I continued. "Do you, maybe, have a recipe I could use?"

"Of course," she said before motioning for me to follow her. "Come on in."

I followed after her, closing the door behind me, and stopped at the kitchen counter patiently. As she searched for a notebook in her drawer, I subtly glanced around, taking in the inside of Wanda's apartment. I'd never actually been in it before, but the minimal décor was very her. She didn't have many knickknacks and everything on display served a purpose.

"There's some recipes in here," she said, grabbing my attention. She slid the notebook across the counter and leaned forward with a smile. "Take your pick."

I flicked through it briefly, smiling at the notebook filled with recipes, all in Wanda's neat, cursive handwriting.

"Thank you," I said gratefully, looking up and catching her staring.

She perked up, clearing her throat as she nodded in response before looking the other way. Cute.

"Are you working on Sunday?" I asked with a raised brow, before rolling my eyes playfully. "What am I saying? Of course you're not. Not with that wrist."

She chuckled, still avoiding my eyes. "I'm not."

"Well, why don't you come over for her birthday? You can help me cook her a meal. Or rather, I can help you cook it since I'll probably screw it up."

Finally meeting my eyes, she smiled with amusement. "Are you sure?"

I gave her a knowing look, ignoring the butterflies swirling in my stomach as she held my gaze with her intense dark eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. Anna will love to celebrate with you. And..." I pursed my lips, taking a leap of faith and adding, "and I'd love it, too."

Wanda let out a quiet laugh. "You would, would you?"

I straightened up, smile widening. "Yeah, I would."

She tilted her head, studying me with a curious smile. "Well then, I clearly can't say no."

Something stirred in my chest the longer she watched me and I oddly liked it. It was obvious that Wanda was a beautiful girl with a heart of gold, but I guess I hadn't really acknowledged that I may have had feelings for her until now. And I didn't mind one bit.

"Great," I finally found my words, nodding slightly. "I'll see you Sunday."

She mirrored my expression, saying, "See you Sunday," and I knew I couldn't wait until then.

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In celebration of 100 followers I present to you

Wammy boys in oddly specific AUs I found on pinterest and stuff.

Warnings: Swearing (mostly in Mello’s part as usual lol)

L

"I mistook you for my best friend and jumped on your back in public and now I'm embarrassed"

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It was during the Kira case when L was closely investigating Light Yagami at To-Oh University that this extremely awkward encounter occurred. The sun was high in the sky, locusts and could be heard and cherry blossom littered the wide walkway leading into the school.

You had your heavy bag slung across your shoulders. It was filled with textbooks and papers (some of which you had forgotten to turn in) as well as a few personal items. You weren't really paying much attention to your surroundings until you spotted one of your male friends!

You hadn't seen him since the beginning of high-school. To say you were excited was an understatement. In your excitement you took a running jump onto his back knocking him to the ground. He let out a yelp and that was when you realized...

This man was NOT your friend.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry I thought you were someone else" you hurriedly said pushing yourself up and on your knees an apparent redness in your face.

He seemed to be unbothered for the most part, he turned to you, crouching in a sort of fetal position.

"It's alright I understand" He replied.

"No, no its not.. I'm an idiot I should have realized" you shoved your face into your hands covering how red your face now was.

"It is alright, I'm uninjured and it was an honest mistake" you frowned a little not entirely trusting his forgiveness, but this time, you took it.

He gave you a polite smile before standing up and helping you to your feet. He wished you a good day, and left, but not before sneaking a note containing his alias and phone number.

Mello

"I lost my little sibling Matt in Ikea and I need your help finding them"

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"Fuck.... Shit... Motherfucker" You heard from the other side of the store shelf as you browsed through various decor items. This mystery person had been spewing profanities for the past five minutes. You sighed with slight annoyance placing the wooden model hand you had been staring at for God knows how long back, making your way to the neighboring isle.

"Hey, you've been cursing up a storm... what's going on?" You asked, hand on your hip awaiting a response. Mello looked up at you with a look of anger and exhaustion on his face.

"I'm looking for my idiot friend. He got hopelessly lost in the chair section and I've been trying to find him for like an hour now" He ran a hand through his hair pushing his bangs to the sides of his face.

"I can help you look for him!" You offered.

"You don't have to"

"I want to! I don't really have anything else to do, so it's fine. To be completely honest I don't know why I came here." He shrugged. "Oh my name's Y/N by the way"

"I'm Mello" He replied before setting off out of the isle leaving you to sprint a but to catch up. His pace was fast and he seemed to have some plan on how to tackle this, but you weren't exactly sure.

After what seemed like an eternity of silently weaving through the labyrinth of shelves and furniture displays, you spoke up.

"So... how old is your friend?"

"We're both 19... His name is Matt." You kept walking until he stopped directly in front of the office showroom section.

"He might be here, so keep an eye out for a tall brunette idiot with goggles." You nodded keeping close to Mello. Again you snaked through isles. Eventually your search devolved into looking into cabinets, drawers, anything that would open, but to no avail.

"Where the fuck is he?" Mello said under his breath as he slammed shut another cabinet.

That was when a tall brunette wearing goggles walked by dual wielding hotdogs... You sighed heavily before approaching Matt.

"Matt?" You called out gaining the attention of both Matt and Mello. Mello stood beside you before going on to scold his friend almost as if he were an unruly child.

"Sorry about that I hope looking for him wasn't that unbearable... would you like to meet up sometime again in the future?" Mello asked. You nodded in response.

"I'd love to! This was quite fun actually. Though let's not go to an ikea next time."

Near

"We both like walking In the park at night and I think you're a stalker so I accidentally attack you"

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It was 2am, the night was calm yet you were restless nothing you tried allowed you to fall asleep. It was like this most nights. You would then go to the park near your house to get some fresh air and tire yourself out... and on a night like this, that seemed like a perfect idea. You didn't even change out of your pajamas before you left. As you entered the park, you felt... odd. As if someone was watching you and sure enough, as you turned your head to look behind you you saw a man following about two yards behind you.

Naturally your thoughts went wild with what ifs and possible escape plans. Yet you calmed your mind opting to check if this guy was really following you. With every corner you turned your heart sank. Panic started to set in and you rushed to get together an improvised weapon.... Your housekey! You gripped it tightly in your hand as if it were a knife and swiftly approached the man going to jab him in the eye, yet he caught your arm with ease, turning it behind you and pushing you to the ground, similarly to how a police officer would apprehend a resistant assailant.

"Why did you attack me" he questioned, plopping down just above your hips.

"Let me go, stalker!!!" You yelled at him thrashing around attempting to escape his grasp.

"What are you talking about? I'm not stalking you." He calmly said.

"That's exactly what a stalker would say! Let me go!" He sighed lifting himself off of you and crouching beside you. You rolled over and sat with your legs crossed.

"I swear to you, I was only out for a walk. I take nighttime walks sometimes, though this was the first time I've been in this park."

"Then how come every time I turned you followed?"

"I did? I'm sorry, I didn't even realize" He stated plainly. You sighed he seemed truthful.

"Fine... I'm sorry too, I probably shouldn't have assumed you were a stalker or something and attacked you" you admitted. He shook his head.

"It's alright, I understand... I can be scary" you snorted and laughed. The light of the nearby streetlamp lit his features. A frail, sweet looking man with long white hair who seemed to be somewhat reserved. You felt a little silly that you thought someone like him would hurt you much.

"You're not scary... In all honesty you're quite cute!" You admitted, reaching out a finger to poke his nose.

"Thanks, you're actually quite cute as well, maybe we could meet up here in the morning?" He suggested.

Matt

"I come here when I want to be alone and I didn't think anyone knew about it so where the hell did you come from"

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This day was aweful. Work was extremely stressful. Your coworker put important documents in the shreader for the 10th time that week and you were the one tasked with rewriting, tracking down, requesting new copies and piecing together ones that couldn't be recovered otherwise. And of course your boss made every minute of it a nightmare. So after work, you drove to your favorite place. An abandoned warehouse off the highway about 5 minutes from your house.

It was virtually untouched by people now that the walls were covered in graffiti and the place had been ransacked for leftover valuable items. You made your way inside noticing something was off... there was a leather couch that wasn't yours, a coffee table... even a TV and game console plugged into a power supply, another handheld game on the coffee table next to an ashtray with a few cigarette butts, one of which was still smoking.

You were beyond confused. From the last time you were here someone had basically moved in... it had only been a week since you last came here. You warily approached the couch. Well... whoever left it here probably won't mind! you thought I just hope they didn't sabotage it or something. You then sat down noting that it was a perfectly normal couch and you were just paranoid.

That was when a guy came in, he was tall and lenky, had brown hair and was dressed in a striped shirt, a frankly hideous vest with fur lining, black pants and goggles atop his head. He had been holding a can of coke and a cigarette, yet those were both dropped as he saw you.

"Who are you?" He half shrieked.

"Who are YOU? You yelled back.

"I asked first!"

"My name is Y/N.. I come here all the time when I'm stressed and want to be alone I didn't think anyone else knew about it"

"S..Same but.. I come here to get away from a friend of mine... he can be quite aggressive and it's scary" He sat down beside you picking up his handheld game. "Oh and my name is Matt!"

"Hmm.. then let's share this space from now on, Matt!" He nodded in agreement.

"Yea! I hope we meet again soon"

Beyond Birthday

"We live in the same apartment complex and I accidentally leave my laundry in the washer for a minute too long and you decide to take out all my wet clothes to put yours in just as I walk in"

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It was late night. You had been putting off laundry for the past week, but now you were down to a pair of underwear and your nightgown, so you had to do your wash.. you reluctantly gathered your clothes and made your way to the communal washer and dryer. You threw your clothes in and put a coin in the coinslot then set the washer to start.

You sighed and made your way back to your room to relax a little while your clothes were still washing. It had been about two hours and your laundry was probably done. The timer you had set went off and you gathered yourself and brought the remainder of your clothes as well as your box of dryer sheets.

The moment you walked in your eyes widened in horror. Some odd man sat frantically pulling your clothes out of the washer onto the dirty floor.

"What the hell are you doing??!!" You yelled rushing over to stop him. He peered up at you from his crouching position.

"You left your clothes in too long, its my turn now" You blinked

"Only for a few minutes... it just got done less than 5 minutes ago.. now my clothes are all dirty again.. damn it"

"Sorry" He said. His beady eyes were wide and innocent looking. "I'll let you do yours again... I'll pay" He said before shoving yours back in and starting it again.

When that was done he pulled a jam jar out of seemingly nowhere and perched on top of the washer dipping his hand inside the jar and licking his fingers clean of jam. It was disgusting... But you decided to not pay any more attention to it than you had to.

The rest of the time you spent with him was in silence, all you heard was the washer and his lip-smacking. When the washer finished you silently transferred your clothes to the dryer.. this time without your oddball fellow tenant interfering much. Though when he got his own clothes in he did crawl away which freaked you out.

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