#it’s almost seven am goodnight

[bunniepaws]

i don’t think i’ll ever eat another apple that was as tasty or as sweet as the one i had when i was like 12 on a pumpkin patch hayride at 5 pm in perfect weather. or grapes that were crispier and more flavorful than the ones i had in my boyfriends kitchen at two am w bare feet on cold tile.

#personal #i was originally gonna post this on twitter but i expanded it and got sad/sentimental so it goes here now #the other sensations were important to the memory too #it was a gala apple and it was SO fucking good i haven’t had an apple that good since #the grapes were just a couple months ago now #but they were the best fucking grapes id ever had #HUGE and CRISP and such good flavor #i find a lot of other grapes to not have as much flavor as those did #so i’ll remember those grapes forever…….. and that apple…………… #fruit tastes best in a nice place and w a smile (: #anyway #it’s almost seven am goodnight

[oliviajdjarin]

Din Djarin: Languid

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Excerpt: “Can we do this now?” he asked, resting his nose against your cheek. His breaths coated your face. “Please?”

You smiled, burying your hands in his hair. Your eyes drifted closed in bliss. “Yes, Din. I want you. Right now.”

He kissed your cheek and placed your hands back on his armor. “Please get this off of me, and please keep me awake.”

And you did.

Warnings: sleepy, love-filled sex between a married couple. Wife!reader, grogu’s asleep, unprotected sex, mostly just kissing and feeling up. NOT breeding kink. A bit of cockwarming.

A/N: Once again, Happy Dincember everyone. I cannot explain how grateful I am for almost 3,000 followers without crying.

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated :)

Pedro Masterlist

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The familiar scuff of his boots on the Crest floor pulled you from REM sleep into barely languid, and the heat of your body from the cot’s covers warmed just so.

Your riduur was home.

Due to how out of it you were, it took you a few moments to realize that no, this wasn’t a dream. This was real. The two-day mission turned five, turned seven, turned nine, turned twelve was finally over, and your numb body somehow found the strength to prop itself up and drape yourself with the blankets.

You sat like that, all wrapped up in your cocoon, smiling to yourself with your eyes closed, for a few moments. You then stood up slowly, taking the blankets with you, and squinted your way out of the bedroom. Your eyes were no wider than slits, and you thanked the maker for muscle memory.

You swallowed the sleep from your mouth and rounded the corner, feeling your muscles ache with stretch, still in a daze. Your head was beginning to swim with dopamine, and with one last yawn, you made it to the cock pit.

The sight before you halted you instantly.

There was your husband, wrapped in wealth and impenetrable metal, leaning over Grogu’s tiny bassinet. He must have gotten fussy when Din opened the airlock, and Din had immediately taken care of it.

You’d have to thank him for that later.

He sat Grogu up, patting his back, and fed him small bites of maple bar. His favorite.

“That’s it buddy,” he whispered. “Swallow. There ya go.”

You stood and watched this encounter, soaking it in. It was moments like this that you missed the most when he was gone—moments so domiciliary and domesticated that they etched into your heart implicitly. These moments were so wrapped in rarity that you could not even daydream about them or yearn for them, because you didn’t even know they existed. Like watching a Mandalorian brush his teeth, or chop an onion, or change the sheets, or breathe at night. They were the memories you would recall when you were old and graying, unable to describe them in a way that did them justice.

You wrapped yourself tighter in the blankets, just watching and basking in the glow of it. Eventually Din laid Grogu down, tucking him in, and traced his face with his leather-bound glove.

“Goodnight buddy,” he whispered, and turned to you.

You looked up at him in all his sheathing, and smiled.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi,” he whispered back. He smelled of metal and woods with a hint of gunpowder. In the nearly pitch black of the room his shoulders still appeared as broad as ever, his armor was caked in mud, and his weapons belt hung a noticeable amount lower than usual.

You took a moment to soak in the fact that you would look at him like this for the rest of your life.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, moving closer to you.

“You didn’t,” you replied, “your boots did.”

His chuckle underneath the modulator was nothing like it was out of it, but it was enough to bring you home.

“You know I like being up for you when you get back,” you said, looking up higher at him as he came closer and closer. The warmth of the blankets and increased blood flow were not the only things warming your insides now. “Let me be your docile, obedient wife for once.”

You could feel the smirk on his face. “Yes. Obedient and docile, perfect for you.”

He made it to you, wrapping his hands around your waist. Your hands laid on top of his cooled beskar chest and chills etched up your spine as you looked up at him with a smile.

He pressed his forehead firmly against your own. The smell of forest and frost on him engulfed you. “My wife is none of those things.”

You hummed. “No, she isn’t.”

He began slowly walking you backwards into the bedroom, as if you were swaying in a dance, and your hands crept up to his helmet.

“Why didn’t you wake me up when the kid was fussy? I could have taken care of him.”

His gloved hands trailed up your back and the exhaustion in his voice was present. “I missed him. Wanted to take care of him.”

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his visor, tasting a mix of ice and salt that burned your chapped lips. “Okay.”

The back of your knees hit the bed frame and you stopped, creeping your hands underneath Din’s helmet.

“If you take this thing off me I’m not going to be able to keep my mouth off you.”

He said it so nonchalantly, as if that was a normal thing to say, and the fatigue of his voice and body language liquified you even more. Your still drowsy state was not helping matters.

You felt euphoric, in a perfect state of conscious and unconscious, like you were still in a dream. It was paradise.

“That’s exactly what I had in mind,” you said, removing the sheets wrapped around you. You let them fall onto the bed before reaching back up for him, slowly rising the helmet off of his head. The familiar hiss coated your ears as it rose, and the chocolate eyes that were yours forever met your own.

He smiled in the dark, illuminated by the moon. He brought his mouth inches away from yours, breathing in your breaths. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you responded, and he kissed you.

Immediately, the taste and feel of him washing over you threatened to crumble you to the floor. Din hands on your waist were the only things keeping you upright.

He kept you standing like it was nothing.

He kissed you slowly and deeply, taking his sweet time tasting you again. Your hands worked their way up his body, tracing his beskar all the way up to his hair. Your tongue met his at the same moment your nails scratched his scalp, and he pulled away from you to groan.

“Can we do this now?” he asked, resting his nose against your cheek. His breaths coated your face. “Please?”

You smiled, burying your hands in his hair. Your eyes drifted closed in bliss. “Yes, Din. I want you. Right now.”

He kissed your cheek and placed your hands back on his armor. “Please get this off of me, and please keep me awake.”

And you did.

Piece by piece, you disrobed the Mandalorian from his beskar down to complete nudity, watching his eyes open and close as he began to drift to sleep as he stood. A few times you had to lean him onto you to prevent him from falling, and he kissed around your pulse point every time. Whispering gibberish.

Finally you squatted down to remove his boots, and just like that, he was naked in front of you. His purple under-eyes stood out in the moonlight, as well as a new scar across his abdomen. Your irises coated in worry, reaching up to feel it, but he stopped you.

“Tomorrow,” he said, kissing you more passionately than he had all night. “Tomorrow.”

Then he disrobed you.

The rough skin on his hands tracing you lit you on fire, boiling you enough to keep you conscious. He was the slowest with your panties, pulling them down your thighs like an art form. You scratched your nails down his warm back, and that seemed to speed him up.

As soon as the fabric hit the floor Din lifted you into his arms, laying you down flat on the cot before crawling overtop of you.

“Din, you’re tired, I can—”

“No,” he said, burying his head in your neck. “Wanna be close to you.”

You couldn’t say no to that.

He took the sheets you had discarded and covered them over the two of you. You could see nothing else but him, and you were completely surrounded by the scent and warmth of his skin.

“Maker I missed you so badly,” he said before kissing you hard enough to make you whine. You pulled him as close to you as possible, tracing his body as he kissed and kissed and kissed you, memorizing your mouth. The passion and heat in you were rising, and with one trace down his haired chest with your nail, he pulled away. He traced his hands over your face, pushing your hair away to see you fully. You traced his face too, noticing his scruff had turned into a full beard.

You always liked that look on him.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “My Y/N.” He spoke as if you were unbelievable

“I’m right here,” you responded, holding his face in your hands.

“I just want to be inside of you,” he whispered, almost pathetically. “Can we just skip to that part?”

You smiled, laughing loudly, and kissed him quickly. “Yes.”

He huffed a laugh and kissed you again, nice and slow, like he had been the whole night.

He kissed you and felt you for so long that you didn’t know if he would make it. His movements slowed and slowed as he went on, touching you and tracing you so meticulously it was like he was painting you from nothing.

Finally, with a firm kiss to your jawline, he entered you tortuously. You exhaled in pure pleasure, and your body threatened to rapture already.

He was a dream come true.

Din halted when he was as deep as he could go and tucked his head into your neck. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyar’ika riduur.”

You kissed the side of his head. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, adol akaan.”

And that’s when he started to move.

As he moved in and out, in and out, in and out, dragging each thrust on and on to feel every inch of your folds. He felt all around you, re-memorizing you; how you skin felt, how your body had changed, and the exact rhythm of your heart.

Tears spilled from your eyes as he moved, and you moaned his name over and over, grateful for the return of it in your tongue.

“Keep—keep doing that, saying my name,” he said as he moved. “Almost forgot I had it.”

You repeated it over and over again, clenching around Din when he began to shake. He swirled his shaking fingers around your clit, and with one last clench, the both of you went.

The covers above your heads did little to hide the sound of your synchronization, and it was then that you really started to drift. Din was so warm inside you—filling you up completely—and his body had you trapped in a cave of sheets and serenity. You were perfectly satisfied with your husband safe and sound in your arms, and your body began to fail you.

You felt Din prop himself up and press kisses around your face and your mouth, and your lips tingled with the intensity of it all. He rubbed his nose against yours and pecked your lips before laying back on top of you, pulling the covers raised above his head off as he did. You were hit with fresh air, and were inches away from bliss before Din whispered one last thing in your ear.

“Goodnight, docile and obedient wife.”

You drifted off with a smile.

None of this was a dream. This was real.

Your riduur was home.

Mando’a Translations:

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyar’ika riduur: I love you/ I will know you forever, my sweet wife.

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, adol akaan: I love you/ I will know you forever, even through war.

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[katskitoshi]

"cuddle piles and kisses," with twisted wonderland first years.

synopsis: you invite them over for a sleepover that ends in good night kisses!

characters: ace, deuce, jack, epel, & sebek x gender neutral! reader

includes: nothing but fluff i think..?

dorm leaders react to the cuddle pile!

it was 2:48 am on a saturday morning. the first years were all in ramshackle for a sleepover that you had organized. you've done almost everything that you had planned to do except sleep. so here you were, with your first year besties cuddled up in a pile of blankets and pillows.

ace -- was to the far left of you, holding your hand while facing towards you. he wasn't cuddled up close to you because deuce was there. he was still satisfied with being able to hold your hand, an intimate thing he wants to do with you that he's only been able to fantasize. his thumb traced random letters and shapes on the back of your hand. when you start to doze off, he traces: i love you, and a bunch of hearts on the back of your hand.

deuce -- got one of the arguably best spots in the cuddle pile after epel. he was curled into your left side, lying his head on a pillow and your chest and his arms wrapped around you. he loved how close he was to you and he slept almost baby-like with how he could hear your heartbeat. it was reassuring, and each calm and rhythmic 'thump!' gave him more reasons to love you. (it also made is own heart beat a lot faster unlike your calm ones.)

jack -- was like a pillow shifted to the right. your was head on his chest and it was near his heart and he had to thank the great seven for letting him stay calm so his heart wouldn't beat 100 miles a minute. he enjoyed the feeling that you were relying on him partially. he even built up the courage to play with your hair/shoulders. he was like a masseuse! (his tail was also wrapped around your waist because if it wasn't, it'd be wagging a lot in satisfaction!)

epel -- had what everyone envied. he got the best place, the best pillow, everything. he got the lap spot. his head was laid on your lap as his hands were wrapped around your waist drawing shapes near jack's tail and deuce's arms. he soon realized he had the best spot in the cuddle pile. he got to use your lap and tummy as a pillow while being really close to you! your free (right) hand played with his hair and he loved it. (he was thankful for once that vil liked to keep his hair so soft.)

sebek -- was to the far right of you. he was facing the ceiling, but had no contact with you unlike the others. you offered him your hand which he declined because, "i don't need some pathetic human's hand!" but he did feel slightly upset when you pulled your hand and used it play with epel's hair. but when epel fell asleep you removed your hand from his hair and grabbed sebek's hand yourself, intertwining your fingers. he fell asleep much happier and more comfortable with the reassurance that you're there. he squeezes your hand gently on occasion, and if he's lucky, he get's a squeeze back.

you were all cuddled up nicely after this successful sleepover. you were all beginning to nod off before you remembered one thing that you absolutely wanted to do. you didn't know if they were sleeping and you defiantly didn't want to wake them up if they were sleeping. hesitantly, you say, "are you all still awake?"

small mumbles of affirmation came from each person to signal they were in fact awake. you smiled, the plan would work! you nudged epel, asking him to get up. he complied, although a bit grumpy he'd have to give up his thigh pillows temporarily. you removed jack's tail and epel and deuce's hands from your waist softly.

you crawled over to sebek first, leaning down to give him a kiss on his forehead. "goodnight, sebek. thank's for coming to the sleepover, i hope you enjoyed it! sweet dreams," you placed another one on his cheek. "g-goodnight, human. sweet dreams to you to as well."

luckily it was dark or else you would've seen the blush that painted his cheeks. sure, it wasn't a kiss on the lips but it was a kiss. he was ecstatic. his joy didn't show on the outside except for the blush, but his joy would show in his dreamland fantasies where he got an actually kiss on the lips from you.

you then turned around to jack. you kissed his forehead, they you ruffled his hair and gave affectionate scratches to his ears. he had to literally sit on his tail so that it wouldn't start wagging. he was so happy but he hid that. only a faint blush covered his cheeks.

"g'night, jack! sweet dreams. sorry you'll have to miss your morning run for this, but i hope you enjoyed it," even in the dark, he could see your sincere yet apologetic smile. "i enjoyed it so it's fine, [name]. sweet dreams and goodnight to you too." you kissed his cheek and then ruffled his hair and scratched his ears again. the wolf beastman hoped that because it was dark, you couldn't see his flushed cheeks.

you crawled over jack and deuce's body to ace, who was propped up on his elbows watching your interactions with the others. that means he was next and he was so excited! "night, ace. have sweet dreams, kay?" you gave two kisses to both of his cheeks and ruffled his hair playfully. "night to you too, [name]~" he cooed. although he seemed chill about it, his cheeks were hot from being so flustered.

you returned to you spot in the middle, where epel crawled back on your lap and deuce laid his head on your chest. you leaned your head over to the side to kiss deuce's forehead. "night, deuce," you kissed the bridge of his nose because you couldn't reach his cheek. "dream about me, 'kay?" you said it in a teasing tone, leaving his heart beating even faster and making his cheeks extremely red. "good n-night to you too, [name]," he says before yawning. he was defiantly gonna dream about you.

epel waited a few seconds before crawling up to your face. he had the best spot in the cuddle pile but he missed out on the best part of it! "where's my good night kiss, [name]?" he teased, but you could pick up the actually question in his tone despite being tired. "i couldn't get to you with deuce on me, but you just made it easier," he didn't understand what you meant by making it easier, but he found out when your lips connected with his cheeks.

"thank's for coming tonight epel. it must've been hard to convince vil, but i'm glad you did it. good night epel. have sweet dreams." you were about to lean in to deliver a kiss to his other cheek but he beat you to it. his lips connected with yours, giving you instead a good night kiss. "good night, [name]. i hope you have sweet dreams as well and liked my gift for inviting me." he gave a teasing smirk before crawling down and laying back on your thighs. he kissed your stomach a little before resting his head.

later, that morning, you were the last person to wake up. before you woke up, ace and deuce were yelling at epel because they witnessed him kissing you. sebek tried to stop them because he was annoyed with their yelling. jack, on the other hand, tried to stop them from yelling so that they wouldn't disturb your beauty sleep. they all (and would never admit this) thought you looked amazing while sleeping, they only wished if they took a picture of you.

they were all so very thankful that you invited them over for the sleepover. they had the most amazing dreams thanks to having the cuddle pile and your good night kisses. please do invite them for a sleepover again, [name]!

dorm leaders react to the cuddle pile!

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[awoogayanderes]

in this life, we both die

➪ pairing : fyodor dostoyevsky x reader

➪ sypnosis : you prepare him for his death

➪ other notes : YALL KNOW I HAD TO DO IT. IDEC IF THIS FLOPS RAHHH, this is also like another take for what fyodor truly knows about his different lives ? this is trash but i had to write something…

“you are to impale him with your spears at dawn as the rooster crows !” lord bram yelled out. “yes my lord !” the knights said. “you know what to do,” lord bram says, turning to face you. “yes my lord,” you nod, bowing down. you nod for the guards to unchain the man in front of you, before they follow lord bram out.

you let a heavy sigh, but nevertheless grab your basket of what you’d call toiletries. “sit,” you simply say, hinting for the man to kneel down on the floor. “it’s quite dirty,” he says. “you’ll be dead in a few hours, what does it matter,” you say, kneeling down first. “who are you ?” the man asks, kneeling down in front of you.

“i’m a maid for my lord…but i try to make those who my lord punishes, comfortable before they’re executed,” you say, grabbing a rag before dumping it into a bucket of water next to you. “so you take pity on those like me ?” he asks, eyes peering at your every action. you cracked a smile, “you could say that,” you say.

wringing out the rag, you lean forward into the man, patting it on his face. “what’s your name ?” you ask, focused on the man’s porcelain skin. “what’s yours ?” he rebuttals. “i asked first,” he almost cracks a smirk. “fyodor…fyodor dostoyevsky,” despite you having never heard that name before, chills run up your spine. “my name is y/n l/n,” you simply say.

“you mentioned you were a maid, why ?” fyodor asks, as you use another rag to wet his hair. “my mother used to work for my lord,” you say, not having much of a care, he was going to die, what was the point of withholding secrets ? “she has passed ?” the man asks. your eye slightly twitches, “you talk a lot for someone who’s going to die,” the man only smiles.

“you aren’t here by coincidence,” the man suddenly says. you pause, looking at his face. “are you some type of fortune teller ? my lord detest those, a nutcase told him he was to turn into a sword,” you shake your head. “you’re my wife in a future life,” he says and you suck in a breath. “i’m not fond of men who have a foot in the casket,” you say, shaking your head.

“seven days after i am executed, you will plummet to your death,” fyodor says and that’s when you finally retract your hand. “my job here is done, goodnight sir dostoyevsky,” you say getting up, before wiping your hands. the man could only smirk at your flee to the cellar door, before leaving in a rush.

you wouldn’t have taken that comment so seriously if it weren’t for that same fortune teller that your lord had contracted, telling you that you would die within a few weeks, falling to your death just like your mother did all those years ago. you couldn’t help but feel suffocated by the thought, you wouldn’t let it be real.

#written by terra #sincerely terra #engraved with tenderness #engraved with bitterness #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd manga #bsd manga spoilers #bungou stray dogs #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bsd fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor #fyodor angst #fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor fluff #fyodor x you

[mysumeow]

HIII IS IT ALRIGHT TO REQ A YANDERE ALBEDO X READER SMUT N ANGST? I've been trying to look ALL over socials to find a good piece but I couldn't😭 would be wonderful for you to make one! BTW LOVE UR WORK UR DOING SO GREAT!!!!!💟💟💟

ꗃ ENSNARE

Warnings: afab genitalia, gn pronouns. YANDERE albedo, reader is forced to drink a potion, reader experiences memory loss, may be considered as dubcon, PIV unprotected sex.

Summary: Albedo isn't fond of the idea of you being away from him indefinitely. He proceeds to take matters into his own hands.

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: ANON TY TT_TT ILY <3. I think that Albedo as a yandere is a strange mixture of both being sadistic if pushed enough in that direction and being a gentle lover. He's just ironic like that. He can also be manipulative if he considers he needs to be. >:()

MASTERLIST

Being granted a chance to study at Sumeru's Akademiya was an achievement worthy of celebration.

Sucrose and Timeus congratulated you.

Albedo, on the other hand...well, he did too; however, not before a strange look settled in his eyes before he cleared his throat and congratulated you.

One week away from your departure, you still have one more obligation to take care of before you leave.

Albedo and you had been researching an experimental mix for memory loss. Not for getting rid of it, but rather for the opposite. Albedo did have a hidden streak for coming up with quite questionable ideas, but he claimed it's all for the sake of innovation and research.

He was quieter than usual as you worked on preparing the final touches to the potion. He even avoided your eyes, and that, of course, stung.

You were about to go abroad for a couple of years, and he was giving you the cold shoulder...?

"For how long will you be away?"

When the alchemist voices his question out of the blue, it took you by surprise. You bit your tongue to avoid answering with a passive-aggressive comment about his distant attitude. Instead, you answered with sincerity.

"Two years. Maybe more if I get a job there," you watched the bubbles form in the liquid. It was almost done.

"Hm, I see."

Is that all you'll say?

You couldn't help but be a bit annoyed.

"Although I am overjoyed about your promising future, I fret that I have to remind you that we aren't done with this research," the liquid stopped bubbling, and Albedo took the glass to shake it side to side. "And your duty, as a fellow alchemist, is to follow through with it,"

"..." well, he wasn't wrong. You did promise that you would complete this important experiment in a way to show your gratitude to him for taking you under his wing. "I was hoping that you would...excuse me, this time,"

Albedo's gaze seemed to stray off into deep thought.

"A reasonable assumption on your part," his voice was calm, even if that serenity didn't translate into his eyes. "I'll concede. You mustn’t delay your departure for the sake of testing and re-doing the formula in case it doesn't work,"

That relieved a weight off your shoulders.

"Nonetheless, I do ask for assistance in fetching additional ingredients in Dragonspine. It's less work, is it not?"

"Thank you, Albedo," you said, forcing a smile. Although you were hoping he would just let you go, you figured it was way less work than you had to do. "I'll be here tomorrow,"

"I'd like to depart at seven. I'd recommend you be ready by six at the latest," he nodded. He seemed to be in a better mood.

"Will do. See you tomorrow. Have a good rest."

"Goodnight.”

Once in your home, you had time to reflect on Albedo's attitude during this last meeting.

From the time you had known him, you never felt like he was dissatisfied with something you did. Not even when you first began dipping your toes into the field of alchemy and committed various mistakes that ended up in explosions, would he get as displeased as he did these past days. He was a patient teacher, guiding you towards the path of a successful alchemist. And, as a friend, he was also gentle and nice.

So, that's why you couldn't ignore the shiver that crawled up your spine for a reason you weren’t sure. He was just acting odd...

Uncertainty gnawed at the back of your mind while you prepared your equipment for tomorrow's trip. The more the clock ticked, the more it grew.

The longer you thought about the cold, difficult way up to Albedo's lab in that forsaken mountain, the more you doubted if you were willing to go through with it. You had a lot of preparations to do yet, and a trip to Dragonspine would take up at least two days.

Your arms went limp as you stared at the half-full suitcase on your bed. You were still in time to tell him about your change of heart. You could look for him in his office at the Knight of Favonius's headquarters if you went right now.

You finished putting your shoes back on and went ahead to open your door.

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when the person who was occupying a good portion of your thoughts was standing right in front of you.

"Albedo...?"

"May I come in?"

You blinked twice, still recovering from the unexpected visit.

Albedo's teal eyes widened a bit as he raised his eyebrows and looked at you with confusion. "Is everything alright?"

"No-! Yeah! I mean, good timing. I was about to head out and talk to you," you stepped aside to let him in. "What brings you here?"

"Wanted to check up on you and make sure you packed the right supplies. You don't go up there as often as Sucrose and Timeus do," he gripped the strap of the bag on his shoulder.

"How... considerate," you planned to think about what you were going to say to him on the walk to the headquarters, but his sudden appearance left you unprepared as to how to approach the topic.

He glanced at your suitcase for a brief second before he spoke again: "You might reconsider the boots you're taking. Do you, perchance, have one with better insulation?"

"Albedo," you interjected more impulsively than you should've. Albedo turned to draw his attention to you. "I was thinking, maybe I can't do that trip. You see, I'm a week away from my departure. And I have lots of stuff to take care of before I go. I'm sorry that I'm sort of abandoning the project before its absolute completion, but..."

"I understand," Albedo's faint smile almost put you at ease. "You're busy. Everyone is, including myself,"

You just nodded, hoping this conversation would end already.

"So, let's skip the trip and go straight to the testing phase."

Weight placed on your hips and wrists, pain on the back of your head as you laid on the floor—it happened too fast. Soon, you began wrestling your arms, trying to break free from his grip but failing at it. You didn't understand how someone of Albedo's build and height could have such strength.

Your arms trembled, and you gritted your teeth, trying to push him off you. Fed up with your resistance, Albedo shoved you more against the floor, as if trying to prove a point—you're not going anywhere.

"I'd advise against making this harder than it already is," Albedo furrowed his eyebrows, his other hand pulling out the concoction out of the bag he had brought.

"Are you listening to yourself? You're asking me to stay calm in a situation like this?" your efforts to break free didn't falter for a single moment. "Are you out of your mind, Albedo? What the fuck is wrong with you!"

He didn't even seem to be listening to you; he unscorched the flask and poured the liquid into his mouth. He leaned down towards your lips, and you didn't need a second more to understand what he wanted to do.

He discarded the empty flask and took the opportunity to use his now free hand to pinch your nose, forcing you to open your mouth out of absolute distress and forcing the liquid into you.

You tasted blood, and at the same time, Albedo grunted from pain. You had injured his lip out of spite without thinking twice, but rather than angered, he had a pleased look instead.

"Why," you cried, your heart aching from having your trust broken by someone as important to your life as Albedo.

"Isn't it evident enough already? Ah, my apologies. You have your moments of being dull, needing aid from me to spell it out, don't you?"

Albedo was mocking you.

How much crueler could he be?

"There are reasons aplenty for these actions. One of them is that I can't stand the idea of letting you go. I hope you can find the possibility of forgiving me before you forget everything."

Seeing you were slipping out of conscience, Albedo finally let you go and cradled your head, resting his cheek against your temple, murmuring soothing promises that you didn't believe.

The place where you woke up was soft and comforting. It smelled of fresh linen and the faint aroma of cecilias.

Coming into your senses, you rose from the bed and looked around, recognizing you had no recollection of why you were here or who you were...

Your first instinct was to head to the door, which you did. 

A cold gust of wind blew straight into you, your once warm cheeks felt chilled at the drastic change in temperature. You shielded your eyes and squinted, discerning a pair of boots advancing in your direction.

"You're shivering," a pale, blond stranger with azure eyes guided you back inside with tender hands.

The stranger closed the door behind him with his leg and set down the stuff he was carrying. He brushed off the snowflakes left on your hair, not yet meeting your eyes.

"I know you have a lot of questions…”

You interpreted that as an invitation to ask away, which you did. The basic information about yourself, what's in this place, and about him.

Albedo wasn’t one to opt for easier ways out when it came to his work. He pushed himself to his limits, neglecting his commodity for the sake of advancing with his studies the most he could; he broke that habit with you. He chose the easy way out to avoid losing you; he chose the easy way out to trick you into feeling safe with him now.

“You can’t leave this place. There are people out there who want to hurt you.”

 Himself, being the first one to wound your trust.

“The moment they see you, they’ll want to pounce on you.”

Not for the reason he was deceiving you to believe in. They’d run to you to hug you and ask why you had disappeared.

“I still must go down the mountain to bring what we need to live here in relative tranquility. Don’t worry about it, I’ll handle it,” he rubbed soothing circles with his thumbs into your shoulders, his voice’s timbre akin to an analgesic. “Whatever you need, let me know,”

Albedo’s soft gaze was the first one you met back then, and as the days went by, not once did you sense any danger or discomfort within his presence. Considering that he was the only person you interacted with, you soon found yourself growing more attached to him.

Albedo sat down on the bed you shared, shrugging off his coat. He just came back from one of those trips he made to bring water, food, and other indispensable supplies. You watched him in silence, wondering if it would be alright if you acted on your heart’s whims.

He took off his boots too and undid his braids before he laid down next to you, facing the ceiling. His eyes were half-lidded from exhaustion. His chest rose and fell at a languid pace, his cheeks red from the cold.

He must've noticed your prolonged stare because he spoke up: “What did you do today?”

“Oh, I just stared at the wall,” you joked.

Albedo smiled, glad that you had at least retained some of your personality.

“I went through your sketchbook. The place where you go to fetch our stuff appeared to be warm and bright,” you sighed, longing to feel the sunlight on your skin and not the cold breeze trying to fight off what little warmth the sun provided. “I also tidied what I could, but there’s not much stuff to organize anyways,”

He hummed, his eyes still not meeting yours.

“Albedo—” you called out for him before you could stop yourself. You covered your mouth afterwards, but it was already done. You had the entirety of his attention on you.

“Yes?” he turned to face you; his cheek squished against the pillow.

Now that you thought about it, you realized you rarely glanced at his face, at least not with this amount of clarity. He was close; you could appreciate in detail every feature of his, like how the locks of hair he braided framed his face in a different way now that they were untied.

“I noticed there’s something worrying you,” he uttered.

Calling him was one thing your heart ached to do, and placing your hand on his cheek was another. The latter, however, you acted out on.

His face was warm. You expected it to be the opposite, but you were happy that it wasn’t the case. And it grew warmer the more you left your hand there and the more you approached his lips.

And the kiss heightened in intensity whilst his hands found your hips, and you positioned your leg over his. You wondered if his heartbeat was as fast as yours did now or if he had fantasized of something like this occurring. He didn’t push you away. In fact, he pulled you in closer. He locked his arms around your frame, loving you with a desperation not usual of him.

It was evident in his eyes how much he yearned for this, for your love. Despite that, he took his time to undress you, caress the expanse of your abdomen, and kiss every inch of your skin. His hands went from your hips towards your chest and gave you a gentle squeeze. Your body’s response occupied his keen observation; thumbs rubbed on your nipples, and more arousal pooled between your thighs. His index fingers joined to pinch them carefully—a moan left you, and his heated attention shifted towards your face.

Albedo swallowed hard before he shifted positions to sit between your parted legs. His kisses went to your neck, and a hand slid down towards your glistening folds. He prodded first, marveling at how slick you already were, and then glided a finger inside. You hugged him closer, unused to that sensation. You were hiding your face in his hair, but Albedo didn’t mind.

A finger became two, increasing the tempo little by little. Even though the stimulation wasn’t directed to your clit, his palm rubbed the spot anyway.

“More,” you panted, your arms tightening around his lean frame. You could feel the muscles on his back tense and release from his movements, and his hot breath was fanning your neck. Albedo, always responsive and pliant to your wants, rubbed his thumb faster against your clit, the thrusting of his fingers inside of you became sloppier. You’d be embarrassed at the amount of slick sticking to your inner thighs, but right now, you don’t have the mind for it.

Just before you reached the edge, he stopped.

“Albedo,” you whined, tears forming in your eyes from your ruined orgasm.

He didn’t seem guilty in the slightest when he cupped your face and swallowed any other complaints you had by claiming your lips with his; tongue slipping against yours, and softly groaning into the kiss. You felt him suckle your tongue a bit and pull away. You almost whined from the loss, but your thoughts vanished once he stroked your clit with his dick. Albedo’s interest piqued each time you twitched from pleasure, taking in your reactions.

“Put your legs on my shoulders,” he asked, waiting for you to come back into your senses to do so. With uncoordinated movements, you managed to follow through with the request, and he pulled you in closer.

Hot.

It was ardent when it made contact with your stimulated and sensitive hole. Albedo had trouble controlling his heartbeat, and after some seconds of preparation, he eased in. It was an enjoyable stretch, reckoning Albedo’s intent on satisfying you.

Albedo filled you to completion, the tip poking a vulnerable spot inside of you. The tremors in your body didn’t subside when he touched it, and he could feel it himself. Gripping your hips with a firm hold, Albedo began thrusting. In and out—a coordinated and gradual pace. You were getting used to the sensation of having something of that girth inside of you, and Albedo was trying not to cum so fast.

“Your body reacts so beautifully when I touch you here,” Albedo’s fingers went back to your clit, and you arched your back when he began stimulating it in tandem with his thrusting. He was about to say something else until a groan cut him off, feeling you clench around him.

Whatever self-restraint he preserved left his movements closer to fucking than lovemaking, with how fast and hard he was yanking your hips in his direction. Not like you would complain, anyway, since his sleek fingers (from your wetness) were rubbing on your clit. You were treated to the airy groans and gasps that emerged from his bitten lips and the unusual sight of the collected alchemist losing his composure, thanks to you.

You approached an orgasm faster than you thought you would, stopping your body with spasms and blanking your mind. You managed to hear Albedo’s own groan of pleasure and hot, thick spurts of cum inside of you. Albedo hurried to kiss you, ensnaring your body taut to him, making sure everything went inside.

You were tired, and you didn’t even care that Albedo was still resting on top of you. After a few minutes, he pulled out and laid next to you, hugging your shivering frame to his.

“Do you want me to prepare a bath?” he kissed your temple.

“That sounds like a good idea,” you mumbled, clinging to him.

The next morning came, and Albedo found he had to go back down for an emergency. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he prepared himself to go out, wishing you could go along with him.

“I’ll be here as soon as I can,” he said, putting his coat on before going away. “If I’m not here by nighttime, expect me to arrive in the morning,”

You nodded, considering whether you should attempt to ask him to tag along.

By the time you made up your mind, he was already gone.

Last night, as you were drifting off to sleep, you recalled some information regarding Albedo: he’s an alchemist.

You had no recollection of him ever telling you the precise field of his work, but for some reason, you were convinced it was a fact.

The more you fell down the rabbit hole with the question of why you were so convinced about it, the more you began remembering bits of information before you were brought here.

You glanced at the pile of research notes, notebooks, and sketchbooks left on the desk. Amongst the notebooks, you recognized one he tends to take with him whenever he heads outside of Dragonspine. For a moment, you entertain the idea of running after him to give it, since it’s important. You decide against it, given that you don’t have the appropriate equipment to stand the unforgiving temperature or something to guide you.

Days like this were boring, so instead of looking through his drawings, you went through the notebook.

A particular page catches your attention.

You skimmed through it, the mumble-jumble of words not inspiring you to stop and analyze it. However, the moment you identify a series of daily records detailing who worked to create this experimental potion and the progress made with each study—

You found your name.

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[whimsicalwritingsandmore]

Want You Back | ateez x reader

Pairing: werewolf!ot8!ateez x werewolf!reader

Genre: fluff mostly, romance, poly, a little angst?

Warnings for this chapter: none

Word Count: 1621 words

a/n: thank you, thank you, thank you so much for all the love and support thus far!! 🥺 seeing all my notifs blew my mind and I'm in absolute awe!! it has really given me the motivation and I can't wait to share the next chapters with you! as always, feedback is really appreciated, and I hope you enjoy this chapter! <3 :)

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Chapter 2

Life changed for you, in the best way possible. Your memory from that night was blurred and indistinct but with the help of new friends, you recovered soon after.

At first, when you awoke, you were in what could only be described as the most cosy and homely bed you had ever slept in. It felt like a soft, fluffy cloud and you hadn't had a goodnight's rest like that in a long time. You even remembered the dream you had - it was the first time you and the boys moved in together and spent a week and a half organizing and making it feel like home. However, as you came to, your moment of bliss was cut short when you peeled your eyes open and became aware of the throbbing sensation in your head. It felt like you had run straight into a wall by accident because you weren’t seeing where you were going, and your forehead experienced most of the impact. 

As you tried to zero-in on your surroundings, you suddenly felt a light touch to the top of your head, gently massaging it. In a moment like this, you would immediately jump into defence mode but in the matter of a second, your headache eased. You looked up to see who it was, ready to counterattack if necessary. However, you were met with a welcoming smile, bright as the sun from a blonde hair, dark brown eyes man. 

Chan or Bangchan as he introduced himself, approached you carefully. He didn’t want to alarm you, only deciding to touch your head to ease the pain he knew you were feeling. He moved to sit on the chair a little far from you. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Better, thank you. But…where am I?”

You were in the human realm. When Chan told you this, you almost fell out of your bed. Actually, you did because your response to this new piece of information was screaming what and then proceeding to lose balance and roll off. Chan tried to catch you but you already landed on the floor with a loud thud. While he helped you back into bed and check to see if you were okay, two boys barged in followed by two others. 

In specific order according to Chan reprimanding them, Jisung and Changbin were the ones with the frying pans and Seungmin and Hyunjin were the ones who strolled in nonchalantly. Jisung attempted to explain that he thought Chan was in trouble and didn’t want to leave it to chance. 

Over the next few weeks, you spent a lot of time at Chan’s place with his seven soulmates, all of whom became your closest friends. Chan specifically, became what you could only coin as a best friend, as he was the one you sought out for the most. He was warm and welcoming, and you felt comfortable around him. He teased you constantly, calling himself your knight in shining armour. 

He explained he found you floating on a log barely conscious and wasted no time in bringing you back with him and seeking help for you. In addition, he revealed to you that he and his seven mates were wizards thus how he healed your headache instantly. Since he shared his origins, you thought it was only fair to disclose who you really were. Chan had no different response, his kind nature continuing to flow like a calm stream. He revealed he knew when he saw your tattoo on your arm, but it made no difference to him. Although Jisung was a little apprehensive, he also quickly warmed up to you when you baked a batch of cookies that he could only describe as heavenly and delectable. Minho joked that the best way to befriend Jisung is through his stomach. And it worked. 

As you saw the way they cared for another and their domestic nature with light-hearted jokes, your heart broke in two because it reminded you of your soulmates. You wondered a lot about your eight boys.

 Did they care where you were?

Were they looking for you?

Chan noticed the way you watched out the window in the late evening, lost in thought. Unbeknownst to you, Chan witnessed your sleepless nights. He sensed your discomfort and so, he would weave a shimmering of stars thereby, allowing you to calm down and dream pleasant dreams that were close to your heart - just like the one you had before you awoke. He couldn’t read your expression and he refused to use any magic to read your mind. Honestly, he didn't want to pry but at the same time, he wanted to help more than anything because he saw himself in you. 

He chose to wait until you were ready to tell him. And finally you did. 

“I have eight mates,” you began, “But I’m not sure if they love me anymore.”

The both of you sat at the quaint table setup in the balcony (courtesy Hyunjin) one afternoon as the sun set on the horizon and the sky became an orange and red hue with the breeze blowing briskly, and the indistinct yet busy chatter of the city below you. You held a warm cup of tea in hand and a soft and silky fleece covered you. You recounted your story and how lost you were feeling. 

And then he told you his.

“At the age of 11, every wizard in training is expected to take a national test that would determine where they will go in terms of schooling. The Academy was considered "prestigious" for the wizards who learnt quickly while the College was for those who didn’t, to put it mildly. When I ended up at the Academy, my parents were thrilled. But the pressure from having to be perfect in everything felt like a weight bringing me down. What made it worse was the prejudice that went on inside the Academy. At first, I thought it was what I wanted because it was all I ever knew but then, when I befriended Jisung, who attended the College because he wasn’t the biggest fan of studying, I realized there was so much more to life than what I was being taught. He introduced me to Minho who actually went to the Academy, yet we never met because of the bubble I was living in. Ultimately, it didn’t sit well with my parents. They wanted me to do exactly what they had done and befriend those who were in the same circle. And then after a lot of arguing, I decided that wasn’t the life for me. I wanted to explore more of the world and find out what I liked. So, after I graduated, I moved here with everyone, and opened the bookstore and the apothecary shop. And it was the best decision I made.”

“You weren’t scared?”

“Oh I was, immensely. I can’t tell you the number of times I talked Minho’s ears off about all my doubts. I think he considered feeding me to his cats at one point…” 

You laughed heartily at Chan’s retelling of events; it was the first time you had laughed so authentically.

It amazed you at Chan’s valiant and courageous spirit. Despite his fears, he still went ahead and did what he wanted to do. 

He soothed the doubts in your mind, “It’s never wrong to want something different. Love is more than just a desire we have. It's also about caring for one another. If they truly love you, then they will support you in your dreams just as you have theirs.”

You hadn’t thought of it in that way. 

He asked if you wanted him to open a portal to go back home. You thought about it, but for the first time in a long time, you felt this bubble in your chest of overwhelming possibility. You felt alive and you felt like you could do something — anything. 

So you stayed.

You took a job at Chan's bookstore at first, mainly to start earning money. While assisting Chan, you noticed the way he had a skip in his step every time. Without a doubt, it was distinctly clear that he loves what he does. It left you in awe and admiration. He moved effortlessly attending to customers. Though he noted that not everyone would always be kind, you were more than entranced in doing something similar like him. You would deal with the unkind people as they came.

After saving up enough, you enrolled in a short course at a university with a one-time downpayment. Slowly you found yourself working towards a goal of yours. 

You wanted to start a business like Chan. 

It took a lot of time and effort and you had no idea how Chan and the others were able to do this. You asked Chan if he ever used his magic, he said no, only if necessary but he pursued all of his studies as any human would.

According to him, it would make you feel more accomplished.

And with time, it did. But that was only after you got through the one too many pity parties you had for yourself when things got tough. Luckily, Seungmin, Felix and Jeongin felt the same and joined you, so you weren’t left alone to wallow by yourself. 

With the support from your newfound friends and others you met at university, you began to create a good life for yourself — wherever you were living. Minho said it is a city called Seoul.

Six months later, you opened your café recruiting some of your friends - Jisung, Beomgyu, Yuri and Stella. 

This was the beginning of a whole new life just for you.

#ot8 ateez x reader #ateez x reader #poly ateez x reader #poly!ateez #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #ateez series

[runningmunson]

Catch Me First

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.3k Summary: After playing a drinking game with Aegon, you are so drunk you don't even recognize Aemond. Leave it to him to take care of you for the night despite that proving to be a challenge. Warnings: mentions of drinking/drunk reader, swearing

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You couldn’t remember why you agreed to it in the first place. Maybe it was because you saw Aemond way too close to some lady earlier, or perhaps because of the nasty letter your mother had sent. Regardless of the reason, you were currently drunker than you had ever been after agreeing to a drink off with Aegon. 

Aemond, on the other hand, had been looking for you for over an hour, knowing the hour was getting late, and he wished to bid you goodnight. After asking several people, a servant finally let him know you were in one of the smaller halls with his brother.

He walked into the room to find you sitting on the floor with a cup in your hand and wine spilled all over your dress. Aegon sat in a chair, nursing his own cup. Helaena was even in the room working on a new needlepoint spider but looked rather uncomfortable. 

“What in the seven hells is going on here?” He questioned the both of you. The new voice in the room caused you and Helaena to jump. 

“Drinking, of course. You should join us!! Though I do believe your betrothed is far too gone to enjoy herself any longer,” Aegon threw his head back and laughed. The wine sloshed over the sides as he took another drink. 

Aemond stood there glaring at his brother, crossing his arms behind his back. He took a deep breath, trying to control his anger, “I don’t expect much from you, brother. But I expect you to have the decency to not drag her into your foolish ways.” 

“Oh, this was all her. I merely suggested a little game,” Aegon pointed to you and smirked. 

Aemond ignored him and walked toward you to help you off the floor. When his arms connected with yours and pulled you up, you tried to pull away in protest. 

“Let go of me! You do know who my betrothed is, do you not? Prince Aemond will have your head for laying a hand on me!” You screamed at him, swatting his hand away. He looked at you confused before it clicked. You were so drunk you didn’t even recognize him.

Aegon’s eyes went wide and burst into laughter; his cup fell with a clang to the ground. “She doesn’t know who you are? Oh, this is too great!” 

“We are leaving. Now,” he commanded. He grabbed your arm with moderate force and pulled you out of the room in search of your own. The whole time you were walking you struggled against his grip and threatened that he would regret doing this to you. 

When you were almost to your room, you spotted Ser Criston. You frantically tried to get his attention, “See Criston! Please! I need your help!” 

He walked over to where you and Aemond stood. Criston took in your disheveled appearance and Aemond’s now tight grip on your arm to keep you from running. He raised his eyebrow and looked toward the prince.

“I need help this instant! I don’t know who this man is, and he won’t let go of me!” You cried out.

“Just ignore her. She’s drunk, no thanks to my idiot brother,” Aemond said through gritted teeth.

“My lady, this is the prince,” Criston tried to hold back a smile, knowing Aemond wouldn’t appreciate someone making fun of you, especially in a moment such as this. 

Your eyes went wide as you looked at Criston and then back to Aemond. It was as if they could hear the gears grinding in your head. Well, this man certainly had long silver hair like your betrothed. He wore similar clothing. He had the eyepatch. So it must be him, right?

“Aemond? My gods, am I glad to see you!” You threw your arms around him. 

“Ser Criston, if you would excuse us. I need to get my lady to bed,” Aemond gave him a curt nod and received a bow in return. This time you willingly linked your arm with his as he escorted you to your room. 

It took twice the time it usually did to reach your room, seeing as he had to make an effort to keep you from stumbling and falling on the ground. He looped his arm around your waist and pushed open your door. You were led to your bed where he gently sat you down. 

“It is time for you to go to bed and sleep this off. You are going to feel like shit when morning comes,” he said and went to take your shoes off. He knew he could call your handmaiden to help you undress, but did not want to disturb her this late or make anyone else aware of your inebriated state. 

“I need you to stand so I can untie your dress,” he helped you up. Your hand found the bedpost to steady yourself. His fingers hesitantly went to the laces on your dress before getting to work. You looked over your shoulder.

“Are you trying to seduce me, my prince?” You questioned in a sultry voice. 

“As much as I desire you, I am not like my brother. I will not take advantage of you in this state,” his cheeks turned a shade of pink. You turned away to pout at his refusal. Your dress fell to the ground, and he helped you step out of it. 

Once you were just in your slip, he pulled the blankets back and had you lay down. He tucked you in and turned around for a second to grab you some water. However, when his back was turned, you took this moment to throw the covers off, roll off the bed, and make a dash for the door.

(Y/N)! Get back here right now!” He demanded and ran after you. 

“You’ll have to catch me first!” You giggled. You stood behind a chair as he watched you, calculating your next move. He saw you inch toward the right and make your way to the door. 

“Oh no, you don’t!” He ran after you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. 

“No fair, Aemond! You’re much too fast for me,” you pouted. You struggled against him trying to break free, and in the process, you somehow managed to pull his eyepatch off revealing his bare face. Your eyes went wide.

“Woah! That is the prettiest shade of blue I have ever laid my eyes upon,” you said as you admired the sapphire in his eye. This wasn’t the first time you had seen it, but you still found it fascinating.

Your finger slowly reached up to poke at it, but Aemond grabbed your wrist to stop you. He took your moment of distraction to throw you over his shoulder and place you back on your bed to get settled once more. The blankets were thrown over your body and his arm held you down.

“Aemond, I don’t want to go to bed! I want to explore the castle!” You tried to pull his arm off you but stopped once you let out a yawn.

He smirked, “Are you sure about that? You look awfully tired.” 

“Maybe I’m a bit tired,” you could feel your eyes grow heavier as the seconds passed. You snuggled further into the bed. You turned your head to look at him and gave him a small smile.

“I love you,” you said to him before drifting off to sleep. 

He brushed the hair out of your face and leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead, “and I love you.” 

He let go once he felt your body relax and settled down into the chair next to your bed. 

You woke up the next morning feeling horrible. Your head was pounding, and your body felt heavy. You looked to your side to find Aemond long gone but saw water and tea at your bedside table. You could almost recall a faint ‘I love you’ that came from his lips last night but perhaps that was only a dream. 

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[toxic3mmy]

prompt: alex comes home drunk and confesses his love for you

no warnings! just fluff <3

[sorry abt it being so short! just wanted to write a quick drabble]

you were sitting on your bed late on a friday night. it was around 2 am when you suddenly heard a loud crash coming from your living room. you jump up and creep towards the front door with a bat in your hand. your body shook slightly as you walked closer to the door. a dark figure was on the floor laughing. you realized you knew this laugh like no other. it was your idiot roommate alex.

“alex? are you okay?” you ask as you put the bat down and flick on the lights

alex didn’t answer you with his words and instead he responds with uncontrollably loud laughter and at the sound of it, you couldn’t help but smile.

“where have you been, idiot?” you rolled your eyes teasingly as alex finally answered you with coherent sentences

“i was out with the guys… just drinking and stuff ya knowww no biggie”

you steadied his wobbly body as you replied,

“i can tell you’ve been drinking… how much exactly did you drink ‘lex?” you ask a bit worried as alex was falling asleep while standing right in front of you

“i love it when you call me lex *hiccup* it’s so cute y/n/n”

your face began to heat up and you swatted him in his arm playfully as you repeated your question

“how much did you drink?”

“well…. i stopped counting after *hiccup* six? or maybe seven? dunno…”

your eyes widened at his response, realizing that not only was alex piss drunk, but he definitely is going to deal with a terrible hangover the next day.

“okay, c’mon borrachito… let’s get you to bed okay?”

you laugh softly as you carefully lead him up the stairs of your shared home. halfway up the stairs, alex stops in his tracks and looks at you.

“you smell really good… like soooo good”

you roll your eyes again at his drunken words and simply continue to take him to his bedroom. you open the door and lead him into his bed. you bring some water and a few aspirin for him to take when he wakes up and you hear alex mumble something as his eyes were closed.

“hm? what did you say ’lex?”

“i said… can i tell you a secret?”

i laughed at his small almost childish voice and nod before saying,

“yes, im listening”

“but… promise me that you won’t tell y/n, okay? let’s keep it between me and you”

you gulped as you didn’t know how to respond. what if he said something really deep and personal that was meant to be said when he was aware and sober? would he be angry at you? but what if it’s just some dumb secret that isn’t really a secret? it most likely was the latter, given that alex had a history with making jokes at all times no matter if it was inappropriate or not.

“okay… i wont tell y/n”

“PINKY SWEAR!!!” he sleepily held out his pinky and you hooked your pinky to his.

“okay… i really really like y/n… and i think im going to marry her one day, do you think she’ll say yes?”

you froze a bit after hearing what he just said. you continue to tuck him in silently before asking,

“why do you think you’re going to marry her someday?”

“because i love her. she’s my best friend and my other *hiccup* half” alex smiled with his eyes closed

you felt your heartbeat from head to toe. did he really mean this? maybe he was just talking out of his ass, being so drunk and all.

“okay mister romantic, it’s time for you to get some rest ‘kay?” you slowly get up and begin walking towards the door but alex tugged on your sleeve

“stay, please? i wanna cuddle my wife” he mumbled

“okay ‘lex, im here. i’ll stay, but only to make sure you don’t drunkenly choke in your sleep” you chuckle lightly

you take off your shoes and slide into bed next to him. you draped an arm over him and played with his soft hair, watching him smile as he had his eyes shut

“goodnight corazóncito mio” he cooed as he got comfortable and fell asleep rather quickly

“night alex” you whispered

you definitely were having a talk about this with alex tomorrow.

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader

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Me & You & Everyone We Know | Chapter 16 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - Spencer confronts Daisy over her behaviour and a fight ensues. JJ and Maeve help him to navigate the intricacies of life as a teenage girl.

A/N - Spencer loses his cool with Daisy in this chapter. He is still learning, please bear with him. He’s getting there.

Pairing - Single Dad! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, smut minors DNI.

Warnings - more use of the term “bitch”, arguing, angry Spencer, angry Daisy, lots of talk of puberty and periods, talk of therapy and antidepressants.

WC - 5.2k

Chapter 16 - My Little Girl

When you were in trouble, that crooked little smile could melt my heart of stone.

Now look at you, I've turned around and you've almost grown.

Sometimes when you're asleep I whisper "I love you" in the moonlight at your door.

As I walk away, I hear you say, "Daddy, love you more”.

Spencer was so angry he couldn’t even speak the entire drive home. He let Lily ride up front because she was too scared to sit next to her sister. She held Taco in her arms, nuzzling her face into his fur. 

When they arrived home he carried his youngest up to bed, read her a story and kissed her goodnight. Taco stayed with her, curled up under her arm. 

When he padded back downstairs he hoped Daisy would be smart enough to have put herself to bed. But he was proven wrong when he found her awkwardly sitting in the living room. 

He didn’t look at her as he continued to the kitchen, wishing more than anything right now that he could have a drink. He grabbed a glass and poured himself some water, leaning up at the counter and staring out into the dark yard. 

He heard her footsteps getting closer and he braced himself against the counter, not wanting to turn around and face his eldest daughter.

“Dad?” Daisy’s voice was low and croaky and held a hint of fear to it. 

His nostrils flared and he sipped the water in the hopes of helping calm himself.

“Don’t.” He replied without turning around. “Just don’t. Go to bed Daisy, we’ll discuss this in the morning.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt her.” Daisy continued regardless. 

Spencer’s back stiffened and he placed the glass down on the counter louder than he’d meant to. 

“Go to bed.” He repeated, not even trying to hide his annoyance from his voice. 

“I don’t want to.” She pouted and he could hear the dejection in her voice.

He exhaled noisily through his nose before he finally turned around and glared at her. She stood on the other side of the kitchen island with her arms wrapped around her body. Her bottom lip quivered and her large blue eyes watered. 

“Daisy, I don't particularly care what you want to do. I am your father and I am telling you to go to bed.” His voice was husky, the anger not very well hidden. 

Daisy’s eyes somehow widened, she’d never heard him like this before. 

“I’m sorry.” She sniffed. “I’m really sorry but she was being a brat!” 

“She is seven years old!” Spencer snapped, raising his voice and slamming his palms on the marbled island. “You are double her age, you should know better. If she’s annoying you, you walk away Daisy. There is no excuse for pushing her or calling her a bit…that word.” 

“Oh you mean that word you call mom? Even Lily’s heard you call her a bitch.” Daisy scoffed, her previous sadness seemingly vanishing. 

“I am an adult, I’m allowed to use that word. And I’d appreciate it if you and your sister would stop eavesdropping when I’m on the phone.” He shook his head in frustration. 

“Mom is a bitch! And so is Lily.” 

“Daisy,” he spat so harshly he saw her back go rigid and her arms fell to her sides. “You will not, I repeat, you will not use that kind of language while you live under my roof. Especially towards your mother and sister.” 

“Jeez dad, it's not even that bad of a word. I know way worse.” She clucked. 

“Daisy, you do not want to test me tonight.” He growled. “Go to bed and wake up with a better attitude. Tomorrow you will apologise to your sister and you are grounded and have no phone privileges for two weeks.” 

“What! No way! You aren’t taking my phone.” 

“Watch me.” He spat, rounding the counter and coming closer to her. 

She whined and tried to move away while he reached inside her jacket pocket and pulled her phone out. 

“That’s not fair.” She huffed, watching him stuff the device in his own pocket. 

“Life isn’t.”

“How am I supposed to text Cameron now?” 

“You aren’t! That’s the point.” He rolled his eyes.

His temples started to throb, an incoming headache. That was just what he needed.

“So I met a boy I like and I can’t talk to him but meanwhile you can date half of goddamn Virginia?” She yelled at the top of her lungs.

“Excuse me?” Spencer’s eyes bulged at his daughter’s words. 

“Oh please, you think we don’t know about you and Cam’s mom?” Daisy scoffed. “Seriously, do you just date anyone now?” 

“Bed. Or I swear to god Daisy…” he didn’t exactly have an end to that sentence so he trailed off, feeling the ache in his head rapidly growing. 

“What? What will you do dad? Send me to live with mom?” She rolled her eyes, folding her arms over her chest again. 

“Well that’s the best damn idea I’ve heard all night.” He bit back. “Maybe I will.” 

Of course it was just an empty threat, he would never actually send Daisy to live with her mother but he thought maybe it would be enough of a scare to stop her behaving like this. 

“You would not.” She huffed. 

“Maybe she can knock some sense into you. I don’t recognise you right now Daisy. I don’t know who you are becoming. But it’s not my little girl.” He turned his back on her, leaning up against the sink again. 

“You’re right, I’m not your little girl. I’m not your pumpkin anymore dad. I’m fourteen years old, I’m not a little kid like Lily.” She yelled but he refused to rise to it anymore for fear of what he may say. 

“Go to bed, Daisy.” He sighed. 

“No.” She stamped her foot in defiance. 

“You know what, fine.” He turned back around with a shrug. “Do what you want. I’m too exhausted to fight with you.” 

He moved past her into the hall and started up the stairs. Daisy watched him go, feeling downtrodden. 

“Dad, I-”

“Please,” he cut her off, waving a dismissive hand. “Don’t push me, kid.” 

Daisy let him go, her eyes watering a little. She’d wanted to get a reaction out of him and that’s certainly what she’d gotten. But she didn’t feel good about it. 

She heard his bedroom door close and she quietly crept upstairs to her own room. She fell to the bed and pulled her knees up to her chin before she started to cry. 

***

The tension in the Reid household the following morning was enough to make anyone want to drink. 

Lily wasn’t talking to Daisy and in return Daisy wouldn’t talk to Lily. Daisy tried to talk to Spencer but Spencer barely replied. 

It was Saturday and they were supposed to be going to a BBQ at Rossi’s but Spencer was in no mood and Daisy was grounded so she wasn’t going anywhere. 

He’d called JJ to let her know and she’d offered to take Lily with them to the BBQ. Thinking it might be easier if the girls spent a little time apart, he agreed. 

Around midday JJ, Will and the boys arrived to pick her up. Will took her hand and helped into the back of the car. Lily beamed brightly as she slid in next to Michael and the two quickly started chatting to one another, whilst Henry tried to ignore them. 

Spencer stepped out onto the porch and closed the front door behind him. 

“I’ve never known you ground the kids.” JJ frowned lightly. 

“I’ve never needed to. She was…I didn’t recognise her JJ. I hate this teenage crap. One minute I’m her best friend and the next she hates me.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know how to raise a teenager.” 

“When Daisy was born you knew nothing about looking after a baby.” She reminded him. 

“But I had Maeve.” 

“Fine, but you’ve been basically on your own with them for over a year and you’ve been doing just fine.” 

“Is Henry like this? Or is it just a girl thing?” He ignored her. 

“My answer is not going to make you feel any better.” She shrugged. 

“So it’s a girl thing.” He rolled his eyes. 

“He’s moody sometimes, but I guess on the whole he’s pretty good.” 

“I’m in over my head, Jennifer. I don’t know if I can do this on my own.” 

“Yes you can.” She placed a gentle hand on his arm. “You can because you have to. She’s going through a lot, Spence. You remember how hard puberty was right? Well guess what? It’s twice as hard for girls. Her body is changing, in crazy kinds of ways, I imagine she’s starting her period, or at the very least will be soon. She’s noticing boys and she’s having all these new feelings. I’m afraid you need to cut her some slack.” 

Spencer frowned, leaning back up against the wall.

“A little while ago sanitary products started appearing in my bathroom. I assume Maeve gave them to her. Do you think she talks to Maeve about that stuff? It’s never really occurred to me before.” 

“I guess so, but Maeve’s the one you’d need to speak to.” 

“Boys would have been easier.” He whined. 

“You’ll be fine, Spence.” She chuckled lightly. “Just cut her some slack, ok? And talk to Maeve.” 

“My favourite activity.” He rolled his eyes as JJ started down the stairs. 

“I’ll see you later.” She smiled, offering him a wave.

He waved back before doing the same to Lily who was waving at him from the back seat of the car. He waited until the car pulled away before trudging back into the house. 

He went straight up to his office, ignoring the music blasting from Daisy’s room. He shut himself inside and started up his computer. He put his phone on the desk, looking down at it as the computer booted up, contemplating JJ’s words about speaking to Maeve. 

He stared at the blank screen before shaking his head and turning back to the computer. It could wait. 

He opened his emails and sifted through a few before he came across one sent a few hours ago from Doctor Maria Sanchez. His stomach coiled into knots as he opened it. 

Dear Doctor Reid, 

Thank you for completing our pre therapy questionnaire. I would like to arrange a call with you to discuss your therapy needs further. I have free office hours Monday to Friday between the hours of 16:30 and 18:30. Please let me know the best time and day for you and we can schedule a call.

Regards,

Doctor Maria Sanchez

He read it over a couple of times, nodding his head whilst he did so. He replied to let her know he was available any day between those times. He looked through a few other emails before turning his attention back to his phone. 

It really wouldn’t be a difficult feat for him to call his ex-wife, all he needed to do was unlock the device and find her contact. But in practice it was proving a lot harder than it needed to be. 

He stared at the phone for almost ten minutes, before out of nowhere it started to ring, startling him so much he actually jumped a little in his chair. 

And the strangest part was the name on the screen.

He swallowed thickly and picked up the phone, placing it to his ear.

“Maeve, hi.” He frowned to himself. “I was actually just thinking of calling you.”

“You were?” Her confusion was evident in her voice. 

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I kind of got into it with Daisy last night. Luke and Garcia were sitting the girls and I had to pick them up early because Daisy shoved Lily and called her a bitch repeatedly.” 

“Oh, that doesn’t sound like Daisy.” 

“I know. When we got home she just kept pushing my buttons and we fought, I’ve never fought with her like that before.” He sighed yet again. “But I spoke to JJ and she…uh, she thinks I need to talk to you.” 

“What about?” Maeve sounded sceptical. 

“Puberty in teenage girls.” He cringed at his own words.

“Ah,” Maeve’s voice had a hint of amusement to it.

“A few months back I started noticing boxes of sanitary products in the bathroom. Should I have talked to her about it? Is that what a dad is supposed to do?” 

“She came to me,” Maeve smiled down the phone. “I think I’ve got it covered since I’ve been there.”

“Right.” Spencer nodded. “And all those other female hormone things? The changes? It’s not all dissimilar to male puberty but there are certainly some variations.” 

“We’ve been through it, Spence, don’t worry. I know you like to think of yourself as a lone wolf but I am still her mother. Puberty is hard for anyone, I guess she’s acting out because of it. I know I gave my dad hell when I was her age.” 

“Super,” he sighed. “Do I talk to her about it? Would that help?”

“I think that would do more harm than good. Trust me when I say a girl does not want to talk to her father about her period or growing breasts.” 

“Oh jeez, I don’t even like hearing it coming from you.” Spencer groaned. “Boys, we should have had boys.” 

Maeve started to laugh, a real easy laugh. It may well have been the first time he’d heard that laugh from her since they broke up. And to both of their surprise, Spencer started to laugh too. 

“Whether we’re together or not Spencer, you have to remember we are still a team. I can cover those kinds of things, while you can stick to the educational stuff.” 

“Sounds good to me.” He agreed, feeling oddly at ease talking to her. “Sorry, you called me and I kind of accosted the conversation.” 

“It’s ok.” Maeve was still smiling, he could hear it in her voice. “I wanted to ask a favour actually.” 

“A favour?” He sat forward, eyebrows knitting together.

“Kind of.” She paused briefly. “Bobby and I were going to go out to California in the next few weeks to visit my family and I really wanted to take the girls. We were only going to go for a week, but if you already have plans with them or you just don’t want me to take them then that’s fine.” 

“Yes,” he was quick to answer. “Yes, I think you should most definitely do that.” 

“Seriously?” 

“Yes,” he repeated. “I haven’t always been fair to you but I think spending the week with you, going to California, would be great for the girls. I think it sounds like a wonderful idea actually.” 

There was a long stretch of silence and for a moment Spencer thought she had hung up. 

“I’m sorry, I think I must have dialled the wrong number. I’m trying to get hold of my cranky ex-husband Spencer Reid?” She teased, making Spencer roll his eyes.

“Don’t push your luck.” He smiled to himself. “Take the win, Maeve.” 

“You’re sure you are ok with this? Because I don’t want to book the flights and then have you change your mind.” 

“I’m sure. I swear I won’t change my mind.” 

“Thank you Spencer. That really means a lot to me.” 

“Please don’t get sappy.” He rolled his eyes and Maeve laughed.

“Ah there he is. That’s the Spencer I know.” She giggled. 

“I’m hanging up now.” He scoffed. 

“Bye Spencer.”

“Bye Maeve.” 

He hung up the phone and for the first time in over a year, Spencer didn’t feel weighed down after talking to his ex-wife. 

If anything he actually felt lighter. 

***

The next week went by without much of an incident. His house sale was moving, albeit slowly and Daisy being grounded meant he didn’t leave the house much, giving him time to start packing up his home. 

Luke came by twice to carry out more training with Taco and the girls enjoyed having him around. On Thursday he stayed for dinner but while Spencer was cooking his phone rang. 

Luke waved him off, telling him he couldn’t finish up with the preparations and Spencer went up to his office to take the phone call. 

He was gone for almost a half hour and when he returned he looked exhausted. Luke didn’t mention as much in front of the girls. 

They ate and it was up to Luke and Lily to carry the conversation as Daisy still wasn’t speaking to her dad and Spencer’s mystery phone call had clearly thrown him through a loop. 

After dinner the adults did the dishes while Daisy and Lily watched TV in the living room. Luke was eyeing Spencer curiously.

“So, who was the call from? You’ve been really quiet ever since.” He leaned against the counter while drying a plate.

“A therapist. My therapist I guess I should say.” Spencer sighed. 

“You’re seeing a therapist? I didn’t know.” 

“I haven’t yet. My first appointment is next week. The doctor just wanted to have a talk, she thinks I might benefit from medication.” 

“Antidepressants?” 

“Yeah,” Spencer nodded. “I thought I had a handle on everything, but taking medication seems like admitting that I don’t.” 

“It’s ok not to have a handle on everything, Spencer.” Luke moved closer to him, placing the plate on the draining board. “You have two kids, one of whom is a teenager. You’re a single, working dad, you’ve been trying to put yourself back out there and that’s not easy at the best of times. Sometimes asking for help is the bravest thing you can possibly do.” 

“I’ve been thinking about that a lot,” He nodded. “I’m contemplating…just contemplating, nothing has been decided yet, but the idea crossed my mind that maybe I might consider having mine and Maeve’s custody conditions reevaluated.” 

“Reevaluated?” Luke cocked an eyebrow. “As in…?”

“Joint custody. Equal time with the kids.” He chewed on his lip.

“Wow,” Luke didn’t hide his surprise. “Wow, that’s huge.”

“It’s just an idea. I haven’t decided on anything. But it would make my life a hell of a lot easier if I allowed myself to lean on Maeve a little more. I forget what an amazing mom she is sometimes. And I’m no superman, I can’t keep shouldering everything myself.” He pushed his hair back off of his face.

“You sure you haven’t been to therapy already? Because you sound like a man who has been going to therapy.” Luke chuckled. 

“I’m trying to broaden my horizons.” He rolled his eyes as Luke nudged him in the arm. 

“I’m proud of you, man.”

“Oh stop.” Spencer scowled. “Can we talk about something else?” 

“Sure,” Luke picked up another dish and started drying it. “How are things with Blair?” 

“We had one date,” Spencer shrugged. “I haven’t had a chance to see her since. We spoke on the phone once but we’ve both been busy. The girls are going to California with Maeve next week so maybe I’ll see her then.” 

“Hmm empty house and the girls will be out of state so they couldn’t possibly cock block you this time.” Luke suggestively wiggled his eyebrows. 

“I believe it was technically you who cock blocked me, as you so eloquently put it.” 

“It was either that or let your daughters kill each other.” Luke shrugged. “What’s up? You don’t seem all that excited about this woman.” 

Spencer grumbled under his breath, sometimes wishing his friends didn’t know him so well. 

“She’s great, really. Beautiful, funny, smart. She’s a single mom with a bad history with his her ex, she gets me in a way no one else ever has.”

“But?” Luke cocked his eyebrow curiously. 

“But she’s not Y/N.” Spencer shrugged. “I feel like I’m trying to force a relationship with Blair to help me get over Y/N but it’s having the opposite effect.” 

“Don’t be the asshole that uses a nice woman to deflect feelings from another.” 

“I’m trying. I think I could really like her.” Spencer rolled his lip between his teeth. “And is it so wrong that I’d really like to get laid?” 

Luke chuckled, shaking his head and slapping Spencer across the arm. 

“You are human after all.” Luke winked at him as he finished up the dishes. 

Spencer rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help but chuckle. 

***

He knocked tentatively on the door and waited for a response. He didn’t receive one. He knocked again and still didn’t get a reply so he pushed the door open. 

Luke had left a little while ago and Lily was in bed. Spencer had been trying to read in his office but he couldn’t focus on the pages. 

He’d stood outside of Daisy’s room for ten minutes before he finally knocked. 

He found her sitting on her bed with her legs crossed, a book cradled in her lap. When he entered she closed the book but she didn’t speak. 

“Can we talk? I’m kind of sick of this silent treatment now.” He asked and she simply nodded. He moved across the room and sat down on the edge of her bed. “Can we call a truce? I miss talking to my favourite girl.” 

Daisy rolled her lip between her teeth in contemplation and shrugged her shoulders. 

“I’m sorry about our fight ok? But you can’t treat your sister that way. You can’t treat me that way. Look I know I am the last person you want to be talking to about this but it recently occurred to me that you are going through a lot of…changes.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“Gross dad, don’t.” Daisy pulled a face. 

“Your hormones are going crazy and you’re-”

“I beg of you to stop, please.” She cut him off. “I have mom to talk to about that stuff.” 

“All I’m saying is I understand.” He placed his hand on her knee. “Believe it or not I was a teenager too once. Puberty sucks. Most of all for me. I was so much younger than everyone in school and I didn’t understand why all the boys' voices were getting deeper and why they were growing hair in places I wasn’t.”

“Ew.” Daisy wrinkled her nose. “I do not need that image in my head.” 

“I was talking about my armpits and my legs.” Spencer rolled his eyes. “And I didn’t have a dad to talk to about any of it. And I could never talk to my mom because she was barely lucid. I didn’t understand why I was so different. When my voice did start to break I was so confused. I just need you to know that you can talk to me if you want to. Obviously I’m a man and I don’t quite understand everything you’re going through but I can try.” 

Daisy looked away from him, still chewing on her lip rather aggressively. 

“I get these…cramps when I’m…you know. Really bad sometimes and I don’t know how to stop them.” She was blushing and refusing to look at him.

“Ok, well exercise can help that, which I know doesn’t sound ideal but even a brisk walk can help release endorphins which change the way the brain processes pain and can make the pain feel less intense. We can get you a hot water bottle, that will help increase blood flow which in turn loosens the muscles that are contracting and will relieve pain. Warm baths can help relax your muscles too.” He started spouting off. “Will you tell me next time you’re in pain? I can help.”

“Ok.” She nodded. 

“And if you need any products or anything you don’t need to get your mom to buy them. You’ll tell me if you need anything?” 

“Sure.” She nodded, looking back up at him. “There is one thing I need.” 

“What is it, pumpkin?” He squeezed her knee encouragingly. 

“You mentioned hair growing…” her cheeks reddened and she slowly rolled up her pants leg revealing some little blonde fluffy hairs growing on her shin. “I only noticed it recently, when we were at the pool I heard some girl mention it. I don’t think Cam noticed but I’d be mortified if he did.” 

“I will buy some razors next time we go to the grocery store.” He smiled gently at her. 

“I might need you to show me how.” Her cheeks flushed a darker shade. 

“I mean I don’t have much experience shaving legs but I’m pretty well versed in shaving my face so I’m sure we can figure it out together.” He chuckled. 

“Thanks dad.” She suddenly threw herself into his arms and he caught her with ease, wrapping her tightly in his embrace. 

“You’re welcome, pumpkin.” He kissed the top of her head. 

“And I’m sorry I was a…B word.” 

“You weren’t a B word. You were a little rude and next time you talk to me like that you will never see this again.” He pulled back so he could retrieve her cell phone from his pocket before handing it to her. 

She stared down at the device, a large smile blossoming on her face. 

“Thank you, dad!” She grinned, clutching the phone like it was a stuffed toy. 

“It does come with a condition.” 

“What?” She frowned at him. 

“You’re going to California with your mom and Bobby. You leave Friday for a week.” 

“A week? With mom?” She whined. 

“You’ll have a good time. You’ll get to see grandma and grandpa.” He nudged her in the arm. 

“You’re cruel.” She pouted. 

“And I’m also your father so what I say goes.” He shrugged. “You’ll have fun. You can go to the beach. You like the beach.” 

“Can I see Cam before I go?” She continued to pout. 

“I’ll see what I can do.” He pushed himself up from the bed. “Daisy, you said something the other night and it kinda stuck with me.”

“I’m sure I didn’t mean it.” She was already plugging her phone in to charge. 

“But you said it and it’s been bothering me.” He sighed. “Do you have a problem with me dating? Because if you do, I don’t have to.” 

“I want you to be happy.” She shrugged. “But I don’t think Cam’s mom makes you happy. Y/N did. What happened to her?” 

“You’re too young for me to answer that.” He pulled a face.

“Gross. For the record I will never be old enough to hear about your sex life.” 

“Daisy!” He gasped. “That is not what I was getting at. Jeez, I miss the days before you could talk.” 

“No you don’t.” She giggled. 

“Go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” He chuckled. 

“Love you dad.”

“Love you too, pumpkin.” 

***

“Thanks again for doing this, you really didn’t need to take the afternoon off of work.” Spencer spoke as he ushered Daisy and Lily inside the cute single story Virginia home. 

“Oh you know how it is. When the man you’ve been on one date with calls you up and asks you to look after his kids for the afternoon, I just couldn’t say no.” Blair smirked at him. 

“Is it super weird that I called?” He pulled a face. 

“It would have been less weird if you’d called more than once since our date or maybe even asked me out again. But it’s fine.” She shrugged. 

“I have every intention of asking you out again. My ex is taking the girls to California on Friday for a week and my schedule is wide open.” He smiled at her. 

“I’ll see if I can fit you into mine.” She smirked again. “So what is this emergency?” 

“Work thing.” He waved her off. “My friends are all FBI Agents and they’re away on a case, otherwise I would have asked one of them to watch the girls.” 

“Your friends are FBI Agents?” She raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah, did I not mention I’m ex-FBI?”

“You did not.” 

“I’ll tell you all about it on our next date ok? But I’ve really got to go. I shouldn’t be long.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek before he was quickly dashing back down the path, calling back over his shoulder, “be good girls, I won’t be long!” 

The last thing he’d wanted to do was bother Blair with this but with the BAU team away and Maeve and Bobby both at work he didn’t know who else to ask. 

He’d tried to move his first therapy appointment until next week after the girls left for the west coast but Doctor Sanchez’s books were full, she’d only gotten him in so soon because Tara had said something no doubt. 

He was incredibly nervous as he drove across town to her office, not knowing what to expect if he was honest. 

Before long he found himself being introduced to a middle aged woman with dark eyes and hair that was greying around the roots. 

She led him in and offered him a seat on the couch while she sat in a chair opposite him.

“It’s nice to meet you Doctor Reid.” Doctor Sanchez smiled at him. 

“Call me Spencer,” he threaded his fingers together in his lap. 

“Ok Spencer,” she mirrored his position, maybe to try and put him at ease. “So I would like to start by asking what brought you to therapy.” 

That was a loaded question. 

Spencer exhaled, eyebrows knitting together as he focused on what he wanted to say. 

“Well, my wife and I split up about a year ago. She was having an affair for a long time. It’s only been recently that I’ve started to let myself express my own feelings over the divorce. I have two girls and my main priority was protecting them from everything. I tried to start dating and in the process my residual feelings towards my wife kinda came to the surface.” He exhaled again.

“Ok that’s a good start,” she smiled encouragingly. “Let’s start from the beginning. When you and your ex-wife first met. What was that like?” 

“Uh…she was a one night stand.” He toyed with his hands. “Or I mean, she was supposed to be. She got pregnant with Daisy, my eldest, she’s fourteen. Maeve and I got married before we had a chance to fall in love.” 

“I see,” Sanchez nodded. “And you were married for…?”

“Thirteen years.” 

“A long time.”

“I suppose so.” He was chewing nervously on the inside of his cheek. 

“So you said you’ve only recently allowed yourself to feel the weight of her affair?” 

“Yeah. I told everyone, including myself, that I was ok because I was never really in love with her. I tried to pretend I was just angry that she hurt our daughter’s. But I did love her. And I guess I’m finding it hard to reconcile how I can still be in love with someone who hurt me so much. And also how I can be in love with someone else at the same time.” He frowned, looking down at his hands. 

This was going to be a long and bumpy road, he knew that much to be true. But he was at the very least trying. 

And sometimes that’s all we can do. 

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[mayajadewrites]

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Almost

Chapter Seven: Good Things

Chapter Summary: We got some more knowledge about reader and her past, and how she deals with relationships.

I'm gonna testing writing in a first person instead, writing "you" is starting to give me the ick LOL. Let me know what you think! It's still LEVI ACKERMAN X READER.

"I should get going." I stand up from the couch, the aftermath of the euphoria you just experienced taking up the space in my mind.

"If you want to." Levi didn't protest, wiping his lip with his thumb. "I'll drive you."

My legs were still shaking from Levi devouring your pussy, so you walked behind him so he couldn't see the embarrassment.

A man has never made me cum before. This man's dick has not even been inside me and he made me cum with his mouth and fingers. So many feelings swirled my thoughts, the first instinct I feel is to run.

My father is not the best example on what a man should be. He cheated on your mother multiple times, and he always told her he would change. Change never came.

He left when I were 14.

I witnessed my mother's heartbreak as she got rid of his things in my home, one by one.

"Why wasn't I enough?" I would hear your mom on the phone with her sister, gasping for air. "I gave that man a child, my entire life, and he threw it away like it didn't matter."

That conversation is burned into my brain.

People leave. Men leave. I know this.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Levi turned around, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. "You're never this quiet."

"I'm just tired." I briefly look into his eyes, leaning my cheek into his palm.

Levi accepted this answer and helped me into the car, studying my movements.

The car ride home was silent, but my mind was loud.

I don't deserve this.

He's gonna leave like your father did.

He doesn't want me.

Levi pulls up to my apartment, analyzing my face. He knows something is up, but he doesn't want to pry just yet.

"Thank you, I had a great time tonight." I look up into his eyes, feeling a genuine grin form on your face. Levi returned my grin with a slight smile, kissing my lips briefly.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He whispered, kissing my lips twice more.

I walk into your apartment and look back once to see Levi leaning against the Range Rover, with a half smirk on his face. I didn't have the energy to make a bratty remark, so I locked the door and listened to the sound of his car leaving.

I've never been able to regulate your emotions and address your trauma. I definitely have undiagnosed anxiety, depression, and possibly more.

To be fair, I've never had to address it. I've never felt this way about anyone. The reason I've only fucked men and not had feelings after the fact is because I wouldn't let myself. I am petrified of becoming your mother.

Levi doesn't deserve a woman like that. He's successful, wealthy, has women pining after him everywhere he goes.

What's so special about me?

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

Bzzzzz.

Levi: Sweet dreams.

Me: Goodnight Mr. Ackerman.

Levi: Brat.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

The next day I get up for your 6 AM shift, unsure if I'm ready to see Nina again after my drunken escapades. Nina is very understanding, but she likes to be... well, dramatic.

"Good morning sunshine!" Nina wrapped her apron around her waist. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling fine." I grab your apron off of the hook. "How are you?"

"I'm good! Ready for the day!" Nina smiled, clapping her hands together. "How was your morning after with Levi?"

"Morning after he took care of me and made sure I didn't throw up in my sleep, suffocate and die? It was good."

"Yikes, let me shut my big ass mouth." Nina giggled, leaving the back room.

The smell of coffee grounds lifted my spirits, temporarily helping me forget about all my feelings.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

I was on bar today, making everyones drink. The café was booming with people - students, blue collar workers, and everyone in between.

"Good morning, beautiful." A deep voice interrupted my thoughts. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as my eyes met his.

"Good morning Levi." I smile, brewing his black tea. "How's your day looking today?"

"It's better now." He grabbed the cup from me, taking a sip immediately. "It would've been better if I woke up next to you, too."

A blush caressed my face as I shook my head. "I don't think you want to see me every morning as soon as I wake up. Sometimes my mouth is hanging open, I'm drooling -"

"Funny you think you weren't doing that the other night." Levi chuckled, his eyes scanning your face. "You don't look like you slept well."

Must be the bags under my eyes.

"You're so observant." I roll my eyes, beginning another coffee order. "I didn't really."

"I have to take this-" Levi held his phone in the air. "I'll talk to you soon. Have a good day, please."

"You too." I wave goodbye as Levi exits the café. I already missed him, but my anxiety subsided for a bit.

He can find someone better than I could ever be.

He probably wants a woman that can function every day, not like me who has to take depression days.

He wants a woman who's more fit than I am.

The negative thoughts spilled into my mind, taking over my positive ones. Negative self-talk is something I constantly suffer with - I seem to be my biggest hater.

I always ruin good things.

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[farity]

The Choice, part 3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Baratheon OFC

Summary:  Lucerys didn’t go to Storm’s End, Aemond ends up marrying one of the Baratheon daughters.

Warnings: Smut.

Part 1 - part 2

Aemond stood, arms crossed, while the Maester examined a flask full of liquid.

“This is ridiculous.”

“Your well being is not ridiculous, wife.”

Carys rolled her eyes.  “It’s been three days!  Clearly I am well, the bump on my head is almost gone.  I’ve been making water in a flask morning, noon, and night and everything is fine.”

“My prince,” the Maester said, “the princess seems to be in good health.  We can let a few days go by before I stop by again?”

“Hmm.”

“Aemond,” she admonished.  “I am well.”

“Stay in the keep,” Aemond said, “I want you to be close if we need you.”

“Very well, my prince.”  The older man nodded and walked out of their chamber.

“This is all a little excessive,” Carys said gently, going up to her husband and wrapping her arms around his waist.  

He looked down at her, placed a kiss on top of her head.  “Nothing is excessive when it comes to the ordeal you have just been through.  How is your maid?”

“Her headaches have gone away, but I fear her spirit is much shaken.  I will be keeping her inside the keep for a few weeks.”

“Will you come to dinner?”

She smiled up at him.  “I’d love to.”

* * * * * 

“I am so glad you are well, it must have been a dreadful time,” Helaena said, clutching Carys’s hand.  “I did not tell the children but they were asking where you were.”

Carys smiled.  “Now that I am allowed outside my rooms,” she said, glancing at Aemond, “I will visit them.  I have missed their mischief.”

“Nothing too wild,” Aemond said, ignoring the look she gave him, “no climbing or running.  Maybe some reading.”

Across the table, Aegon smiled.  “I like this.  None of that mad scampering about, the children are loud enough without further encouraging.”

“In this we agree, brother,” Aemond replied, “it is far too-”

Carys stood abruptly.  “I am going to sleep, I am clearly overtired from the extreme effort it took to walk here and lift food to my mouth.  Goodnight all.”  She walked out of the dining room without giving a backwards glance to Aemond.

She did not stop until she reached her chambers, where she hurled the door shut with all her might so that it made a terrible noise when it slammed closed.  

Treated like a fucking invalid, fussed over as if she was a newborn, assigned two guards to follow her any time she left the main building.  It was all too much.

“Carys.”

She did not turn.  Instead, she continued pulling off her gown and unbraiding her hair.

“Carys.”

“What do you want, Aemond?”

She sat on the edge of the bed in her shift, her back to him.

“Do you not understand what it did to me?”

She didn’t reply and continued undoing her braids.

She heard him approach but wasn’t prepared for him grabbing her arm and turning her around to face him.  “What in the seven hells?”

“Clearly, you have no idea what you being abducted meant to me, Carys, for you act like you bumped into a door instead of being taken by murdering bastards!”

The anger and fear in his face surprised her, and she found no words to throw at him.

“You, madam, think too little of yourself to believe it did not tear me apart to know you were in peril.”

“Aemond, I do not-”

“You, princess, do not comprehend the severity of what happened to you.”

She placed her hands on his chest as he pushed her down on the bed.  

“You have no pity for your husband, who feared you were dead.”

“Please, Aemond, I know I have been-”

“Difficult?  Meddling?  Interfering with every measure designed to keep you safe?”

She opened her mouth, but said nothing.

“Out of arguments?” he said, mockingly, although his eye lingered on her lips.  “I did not think that was possible, wife.”

“Aemond, please.”  She reached up to caress his face but he grabbed her wrist.  “I knew you would come for me.  I knew you would tear them to pieces for taking what’s yours.”

“And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Mine.”

Carys met his gaze.  If he was asking what she felt for him he was asking for far too much.  She would not give him that, not this soon.  She swallowed.  “I am your wife.  Everything I brought to the marriage is yours.  Should we have children, they will be yours.  If you wish to banish me or worse, you would suffer no penalty for it.  I am yours in every way that counts.”

He lowered his face until he could kiss the spot under her ear, and she shivered.  “Aemond.”

“I was not referring to the law.”

She knew, and yet she could not tell him of her feelings.  Not when it was all that was left to her and her alone.  “Then what?”

“Forget it,” he murmured as he began kissing her neck.  “It matters not.”  He pulled up handfuls of her shift until he could pull it over her head, leaving her bare.  Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her to the very edge, and set his mouth between her thighs.

She moaned, the sound feeding his need, and her hands went to his hair, her delicate fingers wrapping themselves in his long locks.  He worked her relentlessly through every roll of her hips, every whimper and whine.  

When she began to pant, he slipped two fingers inside her.  She was so tight, and moaned again when he spread those fingers apart within her.  He sucked on the tender flesh he had been licking and nipping at, and she screamed, her hands tightening painfully in his hair as she came.

He pulled her hands off, knelt on the bed between her legs, looking down at her disheveled hair, her flushed cheeks.  

“I want-”

“What do you want, princess?”

She was breathing hard still, but she rose on her elbows.  “I want to do the same to you.”

Aemond smirked.  “Not exactly the same.”

Carys rolled her eyes at him.  “Let me,” and began to sit up, but he pushed her back down.  “What?”

“I want to finish inside you,” he said.  “Do you know that the night I met you I imagined you heavy with my child?”

Her eyes flashed fire at him but she said nothing.

“Your belly swollen, your breasts heavy.”  He began pushing inside her.  “A babe in your arms.  Our babe.”

She wrapped her legs around him.  “A babe with silver hair and my eyes.  A dragon’s egg in the crib.”

He began pumping his hips, pressing her wrists into the bed on either side of her head.  “More than one.”

“Probably a girl or two,” she smirked up at him, but he was watching her breasts bounce with every thrust.  “Maybe all girls.”

Aemond let go of her wrists to wrap her up in his arms and she began kissing and biting his neck, laughing when he started cursing.  “Give me a child,” she whispered in his ear, and felt him thrust one last time as his release overtook him.

* * * * * 

Later, he watched her walk around, shamelessly naked, to pour some wine.  She'd yanked off his hair tie at some point so his hair was loose and he found that he was perfectly at ease without the eyepatch as well.  

She handed him a cup and sipped from her own.  “I like your hair like that.  I should not, for it’s prettier than mine, but I do.”

Aemond laughed.  “Your hair is lovely, Carys.  You are lovely.”

She peeked at him from under her lashes.  “I’m glad you think so.”  

“Do you doubt it?”

Carys shrugged, but he saw something in her eyes.  “Father called me ‘runt’.”

“I shall have his head stricken from his body if you wish.”

She laughed, and placed her cup on her night table to lay down next to him, letting him wrap an arm around her back.  “I am sorry you were so distressed by my ordeal.”

There is more, he thought, and said nothing.

“I was terribly afraid at the beginning, but then I knew you would find me.  And you did.”  She pressed a kiss on his bare shoulder.  “When I saw you, I realized they were doomed.  And I was so happy to see you.”

“Were you?”

“Yes,” she continued.  “I find that, uh, I am quite fond of you.”  She turned to reach for her wine, taking a few sips before she put the cup back down.

He merely smiled when she turned back to him.  “You are very dear to me, wife.”

As she settled against him and he pulled the covers to her shoulders, Aemond wrapped himself around her, the sweet scent of her hair lulling him to sleep.  Patience was something he had in spades, and it would serve him well here as well.

* * * * * 

“Did you have to marry the strangest one of them?”

Aegon stood next to his brother, scowling at the sight of Carys practicing with a dagger alongside Ser Criston Cole.  

Aemond shrugged.  “She wishes to be able to defend herself and that is something I would not deny her.”

“I think there is very little you would deny her, brother.  It is worrisome to see.”  When Aemond said nothing, Aegon continued.  “One’s wife and children should not interfere with one’s life and pleasures.”

“There is no danger of that happening to you, brother, you continue to drink more than a Braavosi sea lord.”

Aegon gave his brother a dirty look.  “I drink just the right amount.  Be careful, brother, I can see her bringing much change to your life,” he added before walking away.

“Yes,” Aemond said to himself.  “I can see that, too.”

Ser Criston bowed to Carys, giving her a few more pointers before Aemond joined them.  “My prince, your wife is a fast learner.”

Carys beamed at the compliment, “thank you, Ser Criston.  I am learning much from you.”  She took the arm Aemond offered and walked with him back inside.  “Was Aegon telling you to send me back to Storm’s End?”

“As he does every day.”  He smiled at her sudden burst of laughter.  He should have kept track, but he was sure he had smiled more since bringing Carys to King’s Landing than he had in the previous ten years of his life.  “I shall refuse, as I do every day.”

“Oh well, then, husband,” she whispered, “I shall endeavor to stay on your good graces.”

He felt the gut punch of lust at the intimate tone in her voice and decided to walk to their chambers.  “I have an idea or two of how you might do that.”

To his surprise, she was blushing when he looked down at her.  “Unless, you do not feel inclined to-”

He was pulled into a darkened corner and then she was in his arms, her hands eagerly caressing his face as she kissed him.  He felt her fingertips, soft as butterflies, brushing over the parts of his scar left visible by the eyepatch.  Pulling away, she smiled up at him.  “I am very much inclined to.”

He managed to get them to their rooms before she began tugging and pulling at the fastenings on his clothes and in turn, he started divesting her of her gown.  She muttered something unholy at him when he turned her around to undo the lacing, then gasped when she felt his blade cut straight through them.  

“You are so very clever, Aemond,” she turned around and stepped out of her dress.  Wearing only her shift, she undid her simple braid as he pulled off his tunic and then began undoing the laces on his breeches.  When she began pushing down the garment, she knelt down, her eyes on his.

She smiled when his eye widened as she ran her hands up his thighs.  “I said I wanted to do this.”

“Carys,” he whispered.

She began stroking him, wrapping her hands around him, and then took him in her mouth.  

Aemond cursed, his hands fisting at his sides.  The feel of her lips and tongue on him, the sight of her on her knees before him, the knowledge that she wanted to pleasure him, he wondered if fate had truly decided to favor him with a loving wife.

Not wanting to finish in her mouth, he pulled her up, dragging her to the bed after he pulled the shift over her head. 

“Was I doing something wrong?”

“No, harpy,” he replied, and she smiled at the familiar word, “I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he let her push him onto his back and cursed again when she straddled him and slowly lowered herself onto him.

She began rocking her hips, her dark hair swirling around her as she moved.  Aemond’s hands went to her breasts and she placed her own hands on top of his.  “I love the way you touch me,” she murmured, “I crave your touch, Aemond.”

He pulled her down to kiss her, sinking his hands into her hair as she continued to move.  “I have decided, Carys.  You are mine.”  He turned so that she was on her back and nipped at her neck.  “In every way that counts,” he said, repeating her earlier words.

Carys wrapped her arms around him as he continued raking his teeth across her skin.  “Then you belong to me, Aemond.  I won’t have it otherwise.”  She moaned when he started thrusting into her.  “Ours might be the fury, but mine is the dragon.”

He kissed her, over and over, chanting her name until he felt her fluttering around him, until she cried out and whispered his name, until he finally let her take him with her.

* * * * * 

“I thought you might like something made especially for you.”

Carys looked up from her writing.  She was sending a raven to her father to wish him a joyous name day, and her eyes landed on the small box in Aemond’s hands.

“Oh?”

He opened the lid to reveal a small sheath embellished with a dragon on one side and a stag on the other.  “For your dagger.”

Her face lit up with a smile, “Aemond!  It is beautiful, thank you!” she rose to kiss him, then took the box from him.

“It took longer than I expected, but I wanted their most experienced leatherworker to make it.”  He tied it to the waistband of her dress, and once the fabric was folded back over it, it was completely hidden from sight.

“It is perfect.”  She looked past him to the Maester waiting discreetly by the door.  “Oh, excuse me a moment.”  She rushed to the older man and exchanged a few words with him.

Aemond kept his eye on her but waited by her desk until the Maester left and she returned.  “Are you ill?”

“No, not at all,” she said.  “But as it turns out, I also have something that has been especially made.”

* * * * * 

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[presidentbungus]

Scout rolls over and smacks his alarm clock across the top—the ringing doesn’t stop, so he hits it again, and it tumbles off of his nightstand and in the almost pitch-black of his room he’s barely able to make out the phone almost vibrating off the hook, barely illuminated by the digital clock on its display. It’s still an hour behind—he never figured out how to fix that—but it would be two-something AM. Jeez.

He picks it up, mourning the loss of heat as he sits up out of the covers, yawning into the receiver. A feminine voice says something incomprehensible, so he says: “Huh?”

“Scout, listen,” Pauling curtly replies—something bangs in the background, maybe a gun. Is she still working? “What kind of, um, citrus… helps you dissolve corpses?”

His brain feels like wet goop, pooling out of his ears. He clumsily cradles the phone between his head and shoulder so he can rub the crust out of his eyes. “I don’t… Ms. P, it’s like, two…”

“Quicklime. It’s quicklime. Haha.”

“… Slow down, dude.” He yawns again, makes sure to make this one a little extra obnoxious. “What?”

“It’s a joke. Because it’s like—lime. Like a fruit but, um, also like quicklime. Oh fuck,” and then what Scout imagines to be a little kitten heel driving itself through someone’s eye, as another scream rings out, alongside a sickening squelch. “You know? Heh.”

He slides the rest of the way back under the covers and sighs. “… Oh.”

“Was it funny?”

“I think—“

“Be honest. Constructive criticism, stuff I can really use. Hit me.”

Scout’s sinuses feel like they’re full of cement. “Is this all you called me for?”

“No. Yes. Please just answer the question. And do you think it’d play to an audience?”

Scout thinks about Demo saying something along the lines of ‘if anyone breaks that poor lass’ heart by telling her that none of her jokes make any sense I’m personally gonna destroy everything you hold dear or whatever’. He opts for the reasonable copout: “I liked it.”

“Honestly.”

Shit. “Okay, jeez.“ Scout yawns again, mostly to stall for time. “… You could workshop it a little, kinda. Maybe.”

The line goes dead, immediately. Scout clatters the phone back on the hook and rolls back into the covers, groaning, and then the phone rings again, and he quickly picks it back up and doesn’t bother to open his eyes this time. “Hey, Ms. Pauling.”

“I’m sorry. I got upset.”

“I know.”

"I'll… take it into account."

"Okay." When Pauling doesn't say anything back, he adds: "You're gettin’ there."

"… Thanks, Scout."

He considers saying 'call me at seven next time', like he always considers, but like usual he just feels some part of that would be kind of cruel. “Goodnight, Ms. Pauling.”

"Um, sweet dreams." About half of a shrill shriek somewhere around her gets cut off by her hanging up. Whatever.

He sets the phone back on his nightstand, and then thinks better of it and slots it back into the dock, and then buries his head in his hands and shakes his head until he feels like he's able to sit still enough to go back to bed.

#tf2 scout #tf2 ms pauling #tf2 #bungus snippets #this is my au where literally nothing changes except ms pauling #desperately dreams of being a standup comedian. no she is not good at it

[topsyturvy-turtely]

When Sherlock came home from his trip through the city, he found an envelope. He had been out alone, because John has had daddy-duties with Rosie at home. Now the envelope immediately caught his eye. John had written his name on it. His husband had obviously tried his best to write it in a nice manner. Long, precise letters. No flourish – that wouldn’t be John.

‘Happy Birthday, Sherlock’,

it simply said.

Too intrigued to walk over to the hook, he threw his belstaff over a stool and took the envelope in his hands. Sherlock carefully bent it. Not a card – which would make sense, since John always insisted on getting him a present for his birthday; No, it was paper. Did John print something out? He brought it to his nose. It smelled clean, almost sanitary, a hint of John and… was that Mycroft’s smell? Sherlock frowned – why would birthday wishes from his husband smell like his brother? It was obvious, this envelope had to be important – John even had made the effort to put a paperweight on it, far away from Rosie’s stool, so she couldn’t get food on it.

Too curious what was inside, Sherlock finally did open the envelope – with the laid out ready paperknife. (So much preparation for a simple Happy Birthday letter? No, this was something else entirely, but what?)

Not in the mood for more deductions, Sherlock pulled the papers out of the envelope. And stared. For a long time. When he remembered to blink again, he did so exactly seven times, rapidly and consecutively. His hands started shaking. Sherlock almost couldn’t believe it, but his eyes actually filled with tears.

Suddenly he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind. "Happy Birthday, Love.", John whispered into his back.

“John I-“

John hummed.

“I-” Sherlock fought for words through that knot of emotion in his throat. Before him, in his hands, he held adoption papers for Rosamund Watson-Holmes.

John squeezed him tighter. “Are you okay?”

Sherlock nodded, trying to hold back the treacherous sentiment. Then it won him over and he sobbed. The great detective turned in John’s arms and wrapped his husband in the tightest embrace, he had ever given.

“I- I am Watson’s father?”, Sherlock needed to hear it from John’s mouth. He wasn’t sure why the documents in his hands were not enough, but he needed to hear it from John.

“Officially, as of today. Congratulations, Sherlock.”, John’s voice was so soft and full of love and Sherlock knew: He would protect his Watsons with his life and more.

“I don’t know what to say, John. Thank you. I love you.”

“That’s all I need to hear, Sherlock. I love you too. How about you go upstairs and say goodnight to your daughter?”, John loosened the hug and looked up at Sherlock. His eyes the softest color of blue. Sherlock saw so much love, trust, and pride in them, his own teared up again.

"Come with me?”, Sherlock asked softly, grabbing John’s hand.

“I’ll always be with you, Love.”

They shared a soft, emotional kiss. Then the proud fathers finally walked up to their daughter’s room.

a fluffly little parentlock ficlet in celebration of the birthday of the one and only William Sherlock Scott Holmes *bows dramatically, pointing at the him*

page dividers kindly provided by @musingsofmyown - thank you lovely turtle 💚

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[theramblinglunatic]

a rather late introduction

hello, its me, the rambling lunatic. i dont really want to disclose my real name (though there are a few friends here that do know it) but after 7 months of only ever posting the poems ive written i decided it might be a good idea to say hello and give an introduction to who i am. if you want a name to call me though call me luna, short for lunatic.

i am an 18 year old writer from england and i am a practicing muslim. ive been writing poems since about this time last year but only started posting them anywhere about seven months ago. ive been writing poems as an outlet to get my feelings out of me and onto paper because i have a hard time expressing myself and asking for help. these poems have helped me feel better by myself in a healthy way.

there are a lot of things i like to write about, ive written about people, music, relationships/romance, my sleeping problems, my mental health issues, my friends, friends ive lost, and any deep thoughts that ive ever had. ive never really had a style other than the fact that most of my poems are 4 lines long and mostly never really following a scheme.

ive used other methods of coping, most of which have been described in my poems but the one that has helped the most is music. if you know me irl, which none of you do, you know that i always always have headphones on. its very rare to see me without them. this is mostly because i also have autism and music helps me tolerate being in a loud environment which i am almost constantly in.

well introduction over. im terrible at these but i hope it works, if you have a question then feel free to comment and ask or dm me i dont mind. if you read this far then i really appreciate it! goodnight.

#introduction

[leiawritesstories]

a song that had been just ours

word count: 1.2k

warnings: yeah i'm just gonna hide now

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Aelin was exhausted by the end of the day. She barely managed to get herself out of her office, propelled only by the knowledge that her boyfriend was home and making dinner, according to his text. At the front desk, Elide waved goodnight, laughing a little when Aelin didn't respond.

"Get some sleep, Ae."

"If only," Aelin joked. "Got a hell of a case right now, it's killing my sleep schedule."

"Lady, you do not have a sleep schedule." Elide snorted. "Seven hours, minimum. If you're here before I am tomorrow, I will kick your ass."

"Fine, fine." Aelin headed out the door. "I'll try."

She came home to the delicious aroma of grilled chicken and risotto, almost groaning in delight when her boyfriend handed her a glass of her favorite Cabernet. "I fucking love you, babe."

"Love you too, Ae," he chuckled, kissing her forehead. "Bad case?"

"Complicated." She leant into his warm embrace, wishing she could say more. But unfortunately, an NDA was an NDA. "It'll be okay, though." She took a long pull of the wine. "Shit, that's good."

He grinned. "Food's ready whenever you are."

"Lovely." She set down her wineglass. "I'll be down in a minute."

Aelin headed upstairs to change into her comfortable clothes, stopping momentarily when she saw the gift her boyfriend had left on the bed. A lovely bouquet of daffodils, tied with a ribbon as vibrant as the flowers' petals. Briefly, a half-smile darted across her face. He'd brought her daffodils on their first date almost two years ago, his bashful grin hidden behind the bright blooms.

So had her--someone else, but that was far in the past.

She headed back downstairs for dinner, pausing to kiss the side of her boyfriend's neck. "Love the flowers, babe."

"I'm glad." His eyes twinkled. "Still your favorite?"

"Of course." The answer he needed to hear. Really, her favorite flowers were red chrysanthemums, but only one person had ever known that.

She shut that person back in the locked room of her memories.

"Gods, this looks incredible." She inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of hot, home-cooked food. "You're the best, babe."

"You are." He kissed her head. "An ass-kickin' lawyer like you deserves someone to cook for her."

She chuckled. "We love a man who knows how to please his girlfriend."

"Oh, believe me," he smirked, a darker light gleaming in his eyes, "he knows how to do that."

~

Nights like this were when she wished she could cry. Or laugh. Or anything to show emotion. She wished she hadn't trained emotion out of her from such a young age, wished she was still able to let the broken pieces of her old self shine through.

She'd used up all her tears years ago, though.

Exhaling softly so as not to wake her slumbering boyfriend, Aelin turned over onto her side and shut her eyes, practicing the breathing exercise her therapist had taught her. Inhale, hold, and exhale, banishing all those pesky thoughts from her mind, until all she knew was still, dark silence and the beckoning warmth of sleep.

She awoke to a melody so achingly familiar it brought tears springing to her eyes.

That song--their song. The song they used to scream at the top of their lungs. The song they'd danced to for the first time in high school and again in--no. No.

She couldn't be remembering that right now.

"Hey." Her boyfriend stuck his head into the bedroom, a towel slung low around his waist, his hair still damp from the shower. "You alright?"

Aelin swallowed. "Fine." She turned off her alarm. "Slept a little late."

He came over to her, soft sympathy on his face. "Kiss to make it better?"

She chuckled. "Since when did you become my mom, babe?"

"Let me fuss a little, babe," he laughed, kissing her gently. "Need another?" He kissed her again, hungrier.

And because she was a weak, weak woman, Aelin sighed into his kiss and untucked his towel, letting him roll them over into the sheets, and lost herself in the world of his touch.

~

She arrived at her office a solid hour later than normal, pointedly ignoring Elide's sly smirk and wink.

"Get it, girl!" Elide cheered quietly.

Aelin pretended to glare for about two seconds. "Dammit, El! I can't hide anything, can I?"

"Definitely not that hickey," Elide snickered.

Aelin flushed and hurried into the bathroom, emerging a moment later with the hickey properly concealed. Just in time, too, because the door buzzed right as she was walking into her office.

Elide threw her a brief look of camaraderie. "I'll keep them for a few minutes so you can get set up."

"You're the best." Aelin strode into her office, turned on the lights, and settled down at her desk, opening her laptop and waking up her work computer. She clicked open the files for this client, organizing the digital files and the physical paperwork neatly atop her desk. When she was ready, she took a deep breath, released it, and rang Elide.

"Send them in."

~

Far too late--early?--Aelin laid in bed awake, her gaze trained on the ceiling. Her boyfriend slept peacefully beside her, his warmth so close, so inviting, but so far out of reach. So far away from what she needed.

Nights like this were when she wished she could cry. Or laugh. Or anything to show emotion. She wished she hadn't trained emotion out of her from such a young age, wished she was still able to let the broken pieces of her old self shine through.

She'd used up all her tears years ago, though.

Exhaling softly so as not to wake her slumbering boyfriend, Aelin turned over onto her side and shut her eyes, practicing the breathing exercise her therapist had taught her. Inhale, hold, and exhale, banishing all those pesky thoughts from her mind, until all she knew was still, dark silence and the beckoning warmth of sleep.

Burning pine eyes jerked her out of her fragile calm.

She gasped, half sitting up, the sudden movement waking her boyfriend.

"Babe?" he mumbled, bleary. "You alright?"

"Fine." Her voice was a bare whisper.

He rolled over, dark eyes locking onto hers. "Are you sure?" For a short moment, he looked a little hesitant. "Do you need anything?"

It took Aelin only a split second to make her decision. "Just you, babe." She painted a sleepy smile across her face. "Wanna make me forget my nightmare?"

His hand slid across her face, cupping her cheek. "If you need me."

She slotted herself against him, tangling her lags with his. "Always." She ignored the burn in her throat as she spoke that word. "I always need you, Sam."

And as Sam Cortland touched her, tasted her, whispered soft praises into her ear, Aelin closed her eyes and let her body take over, let the heat of passion burn through the coldness of her frozen heart, banishing the searing memories of her Rowan, her only love, back to the darkest reaches of her mind. She'd cried her last tears for him years ago.

Hell, she was his divorce attorney now--trouble in paradise with the better woman, or something.

She had no more tears for that other love.

~~~

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[tallysescape]

actually I need to know how that playlist is going for you just in general any thoughts

ok so i was listening to the playlist all day in school so i wasnt thinking too deep on the songs besides “wtf wtf this is SICK” but!!!!

im on a pearl by mitski and here’s some other songs that stood out to me

everyone by mitski. rori you are fucked up for putting this. botw zelda. shaking sobbing on my knees jumping out a WINDOW. SHE HELD BACK THE CALAMITY FOR A CENTURY WHAT IF I DUCKINF LOST IT. “but it didnt want me yet” THE GODDESS. IM DEAD

i want you by mitski.

im ignoring garden song bc you already know how insane it makes me an i cant hit the image limit yet

FROM EDEN BY HOZIER OH MY GOODDDDD i will never shut up abt pre-botw link and zelda they’re so fun (awful terrible im going to cry) to think abt

wasteland baby by hozier. botw zelda is playing this as she pulls up at the castle me thinks

sunlight by hozier (NOTE: there is so much in like all these songs that drive me crazy but im just pulling my fav lines) OUGGGGGG. i could say so much.

i bet on losing dogs by mitski. you didnt have to do this

we’ll never have sex by leith ross. shaky thumbs up

like real people do by hozier MY GOOODDDDD THIS LINE THIS ONE RIGHT HERE. CRAZY. hateno house 💥🔫

about you by the 1975 THIS ENTIRE SONG MESSED ME UP. SHE DIDNT THINK HE WOULD REMEMBER HER BUT HE DID AND I JUST KNOW HE COULDNT WAIT TO TELL HER I JUST OUGOUGHHHHHH AND ME PERSONALLY. i love the hc where the sheika slate can replay the memories like holograms in game so. that hurts me.

seven by taylor swift. SERIOUSLY WHATT. “passed down like folk songs the love lasts so long” HELP ME.

kiss goodnight by idk how but they found me. genuinely dont ever send me links again

shrike by hozier. ough. “i was housed by your warmth thus transformed” “remember me love when i am reborn” ok. totk. i jump in a lake

carefully steps over forth of july like its a landmine

line without a hook by ricky montgomery. I CANNOT ESCAPE THIS GUY. pre botw they were both so messy im gonna die i cant DO THIS

cosmic love by florence + the machine. im literally so sorry jjk fucking stole this song you im SORRY. thinking abt fake zelda so hard i might fuck around and write something

punisher by phoebe bridgers. i just think its crazy how everyone know them through each other. im soooooo normal abt this

gold rush by taylor swift. I ACTUALLY DIDNT GET THIS SONF UNTIL THE END??? i seriously cannot think of anything but fake zelda here. i really might just write the fic. like. he followed her ALL OVER THE KINGDOM AND IT WASNT FUCKING HERE. “so inviting i almost jump in” WHAATTTTTTTTT. “cause it will never be gleaming twinkling eyes like sinking ships on the water” WHAATTTTTTTTTT (PLEASE YELL AT ME ABT THE SONGS TOO)

i guess by mitski. ngl. jjk also got this one. apologies. im in the trenches. BUT. how often to you think they’ve sat somewhere thinking about the second chances they’ve both offered each other. casually slides this to notes app

francis forever by mitski. need i say more. once again i think its fucking insane how tied to each other they are like. oh my god. don’t think abt them in hateno don’t think hateno

first love late spring by mitski. ough

iris by the goo goo dolls. THIS RUINS ME

a pearl by mitski RORI WHEN I CATCH YOU

#👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼 #SEE IM THINKING ABOUT THEM I SWEAR IM THINKING #i told jayme this but the reason i had so many jjk thoughts was bc i was listening to the playlist while reading a jjk fic #and thats how they stole cosmic love and i guess 😭 #GENUINELY THE ENTKRE OLAGLIST IS SO SO SO GOOD IM ON MT KNEES SHAKIN SOBBING AND I HAVEMT EVEN FINISH KT #loz #ask