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moonstruckme · 4 months

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“Wow,” Morgan sighs happily, “I don’t know which one of you is more whipped.”

i'm so obsessed with this line from one of your recent spencer reid works and i would loooove to see more of this dynamic if you're interested in doing it 💗 maybe more moments of them being soft/whipped for each other and the team noticing it? thank youuu!!

Thank you lovely!

cw: mention of kidnapping (more a backdrop than anything)

Spencer Reid x bau!reader ♡ 1k words

Spencer really wishes he’d remembered his gloves. The air is biting, fresh powder glistening on the deep green spruces whose boughs stoop under its weight. It’s picturesque, and yet the snowfall couldn’t have come at a worse time. It’s impeded their search party by hours, potentially dooming the kidnapping victim they’re all braving the weather for. Spencer keeps his hands stowed in his coat pockets.

“Hey.”

He turns as you and Emily come up behind him. You’re both dressed better than he is, actual winter wear as opposed to the tweed coat he’d worn into the police station that morning. Even so, your cheek and nose are look chilled as you smile at him. You carry a disposable coffee cup in each hand.

“Hi,” Spencer says, taking the one you extend to him. His numb fingers are grateful for the warmth of it. “I thought you guys were interviewing the uncle?”

Emily’s shaking her head before he’s finished speaking, mouth pulling in discontent. “That was a dead end. He and his sister have been estranged for years. He doesn’t know anything.”

A frown tugs at your features as Emily talks but you perk up quickly when you feel your boyfriend’s gaze. “We figured we’d be more helpful here,” you say brightly, “and also that you might want some liquid reinforcement.”

“Thanks.” He does a little toast with his disposable cup and regrets it immediately, but thankfully you smile. Spencer isn’t sure how he got so lucky; it seems like he can get away with any number of weird things and you’ll find them endearing every time. “There hasn’t been much progress here either. If they left any sort of tracks, the snow covered it up. I’m not…” he lowers his voice, angling his head away from the others in his group. “I’m not sure we’ll find her alive in this.”

“We’ve still got eight hours,” Emily points out.

She’s right, he tells himself. There are eight hours left in the forty-eight hour window. But that’s also just a statistic. And as someone whose brain is packed full of statistics, Spencer knows that they’re not always reflective of reality. The eight hours his team has left might be more for hope than anything else.

Emily drifts ahead of you in the group and you bump your shoulder lightly into his, forcibly derailing his train of thought. He looks over at you. Your lips are tipped up, just a little. Not faking anything, but understanding, a quiet promise that regardless of how today turns out, you’ll be in it together. He finds it easier than expected to return your smile.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Your hair curtains your face as you look down, unzipping your jacket to dig something out of the interior pocket. “You left your gloves at the station.”

“Yes.” You laugh at his eagerness as he takes them from you. “I can’t believe I forgot them, thanks so much for bringing them.”

“Of course, it was no problem.” Your eyes skim the trees. Spencer suspects that if your face weren’t already so pink it’d be coloring now. “I figured you might need them, so.”

“You were right.”

Your gaze flits to his as you grin, then falls to where he has his gloves held bunched with his coffee cup. “Oh, do you want me to take that so you can put them on?”

“That’d be great,” he says, relieved.

He holds the cup out to you. You reach for it, but when your fingers brush his in the transfer, you gasp, covering his hand with yours.

“Spence,” you say softly, remonstrance gentled. “Your hands are freezing!”

“They’re not as bad as they were before. What are you doing?”

You’ve taken one of his hands in yours and appear to be inspecting it closely. “Checking if your fingernails are blue.”

“They’re not,” he laughs, though he lets you finish your perusal until you’re satisfied. “I would know if I had frostbite. I’d be able to identify the symptoms early on.”

“They’re just so cold,” you fret. “I’ve never felt skin that cold before.”

The tops of his hands are still freezing, but his palms and the pads his fingers have warmed from the coffee cup. “I’m not sure they’re colder than your face,” he says, pressing his free hand to one of your cheeks.

Unsurprisingly, your skin is cool to the touch, but you smile warmly as you push your cheek into his palm.

“Okay, you two,” Emily says without turning around, “less fraternizing on the job.

You straighten immediately. “We were just—”

“Being cute and coupley?” Uncannily, Morgan appears on Spencer’s other side. He has no idea when his nosiest coworker had drifted back from the front of the group. “We know. But could you save it for the hotel later? Even all the sparks flying off you two can’t melt all this snow, and I want to get out of here sometime before dark.”

Spencer suspects his face is about as red as yours as he looks down to pull on his gloves. Morgan relishes in it, raising an eyebrow at you.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice that you brought pretty boy here a coffee and not me.” He tsks. “I didn’t expect such blatant favoritism from you, sweetheart. I’m disappointed.”

“I was carrying yours,” Emily says, her tone conveying an eyeroll so effectively she doesn’t need to follow through with the action. She pushes a disposable coffee cup into Morgan’s chest.

He doesn’t look one bit sheepish as he takes it, though Spencer notices you trying to repress a grin that’s bordering upon smug.

“This has lipstick on the lid.”

Emily shrugs. “I finished mine in the car.”

“So you started on mine?”

“I sampled.”

“You’re lucky I exhibit such blatant favoritism,” you say quietly to Spencer under their bickering. “I finished mine in the car too.”

He raises his eyebrows, and you shake your empty cup as proof. Spencer takes your hand, wrapping it around his coffee cup. “We’ll share.”

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aezuria · 1 month

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okay now we need those Percy hcs immediately

*ੈ✎ love grows (where my rosemary goes)

"there's something about her hand holding mine, it's a feeling that's fine and i just gotta say 'hey!'" —edison lighthouse

note: OKAY ANON GOT TO WORK AS SOON I SAW THIS 🫡 idk what happened im sorry this is kinda ass 😔😔

content: percy jackson x reader; dating hcs

warnings: cursing

this man is a menace

he's head over heels for you but also almost drowned you

he claims the wave "wasn't supposed to be that big" SIR??

that was like typhoon level shit right there

he just wanted to put you under a littleee bit so he could be your knight in shining armor and save you 🥺🥺

spoiler: you ended up saving yourself

(it's okay he made it up with lots of cuddles and kisses)

you were wading into the water, eager to join percy in the deep end, when suddenly, an unnatural wave crashes into your back and sends you falling into the deep end

you gasp too late and take a mouthful of salty seawater

with your arms flailing in the water, you swam to the surface and gulped for air

you wiped at your face, opening your eyes to see percy near you, but at a distance as if he was afraid of invoking your wrath

you narrowed your eyes at him, his skittish behavior obviously telling you that he was the culprit

"JACKSON!" you swam towards him at a frighteningly quick pace, leaving the poor boy scrambling away and screaming apologies

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE!"

anyway

he swings your hands while you walk

its so silly and he loves it

also a fan of running while your hands are interlocked

the first time was purely out of instinct, him grabbing your hand as a monster crashed behind you guys (because when can demigods catch a break?) and he started sprinting, dragging you along

likes skipping??? he's so weird

says it conserves energy and it's fun (he's not wrong but he forgot to mention the downside of looking like a dumbass)

imagine him skipping into battle

or better yet: "greeks! let's, um, fight stuff!" and they all skip menacingly

that was kinda off topic my bad

if you wear a ponytail he loves spinning it around like a helicopter

makes the little noises too

you feel a tug on your hair, already knowing who it is

"percy? what the hell are you doing?"

"helicopter."

back to almost drowning you, you got back at him by draining all the water in his cabin

to this day, he still doesn't know how you did it

all he knows is that after the sink wouldn't turn on, he knew exactly who it was

he was a man on a MISSION as he ran across the whole camp to catch you

"Y/N!"

"IT WAS THE STOLLS!"

"YOU FILTHY LIAR!"

your relationship is full of prank wars and all that good stuff

once it's over you settle down and cuddle on the shore

he laid out a picnic blanket for the two of you and you talked for hoursss into the night

the two of you were sleepy, heads resting on each other as a gentle breeze swept the salty air into your faces

percy was rambling on and on about you, but you were already half-asleep

"you're just so amazing and wonderful and i'm so grateful for you, you know? you're so fun to be with, and you're so beautiful.. y/n?" he looked down at you after your lack of response, finding your pretty eyes shut

he smiled down at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead

"goodnight."

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy #percy x reader #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #*ੈ✎ stories

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 3 months

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Hi again, same anon that asked for the ovulating reader thing. I wouldn't mind either but if you could do maybe a mix of both like fluffy at first and it leads to smut that would be great!!😊

I hope you like itttt! :)

Pieces of you - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You're extra needy of Ethan's attention.

A/N: TWO POSTS IN ONE NIGHT. I feel like I've been slacking a little lately lol. I'll be updating my masterlist tomorrow with everything that isn't already on it:)

Ethan had just gotten his own apartment, and you pretty much moved in with him almost immediately. He never wanted you to leave, because he loved waking up next to you. He’d gotten used to all the cute little random things you like to do and became more familiar with your emotions as he spent all his free time with you. But today, you were acting differently. He couldn’t figure you out.

When you woke up from a nap, you walked out of the bedroom to see Ethan on the couch watching a movie.

“Why’d you leave me in there?” you asked.

You fell asleep with him spooning you, because you needed him around you.

“I’m sorry babe. I wasn’t tired and I didn’t want to wake you up,” he said, as you sat down on his lap.

You snuggled into him as he sat there, your head laying on his chest.

“I missed you,” you said, taking in his scent. “The body wash you use smells amazing on you.”

He laughed a little at your comment, wrapping his arm around you. He focused on the movie he was watching, but you wanted him to focus on you.

You traced your fingers over his shirt-covered abs, as he started to wiggle. The movement of his hips made you gasp.

“You’re tickling me,” he laughed, as you stopped moving your fingers.

You sat there in silence for a few minutes, but he could tell something was bothering you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I don’t know, I just…I feel weird today,” you said, “Can we talk? Like, about anything. I don’t care if its school.”

“Uh,” he said, pausing the tv, “sure, baby. I’m going to be really busy with school next semester, I hope you don’t mind.”

You did mind, but that’s probably just your hormones talking.

“What new classes are you taking?” you asked, placing a kiss to his chest.

As he spoke, you couldn’t help but admire the sound of his voice, and the way his words vibrated through his chest as he talked.

“Are you listening, baby?” he asked, trying to look down at you.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. What did you say?” you asked, as your hand rubbed up and down his chest.

“I was asking what you have going on after break’s over. What classes are you taking?” he asked, his hand running along your hip. The simple action wasn’t meant to be anything more than sweet, but it was starting to drive you crazy.

“Oh, um, I’m not really sure. I’ll check later and let you know.” You said, his hand movements really getting to you. “Can you stop rubbing my hip like that?”

He stopped his actions, feeling confused.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t know you didn’t like it,” he said, holding his hand still.

“I love it, but you just can’t do it right now,” you said, holding on to him.

Ethan sat there, still confused, trying to figure out what was going on.

“You haven’t eaten anything yet, do you want to go get some food?” he asked, gently scooting you off him to stand up. “I’m starting to get really hungry, and we forgot to go grocery shopping.”

The only thing you were hungry for was him, but you decided to get up too.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you said, slipping on your sneakers as he grabbed his keys.

You sat in the passenger’s seat struggling to sit still. You really missed the loss of contact, but you also didn’t want your boyfriend to starve.

“Do you want to go to a sit-down restaurant, or you want fast food?” he asked, as his hand rested on your thigh.

“Oh, um, I don’t know. Whatever you want, babe,” you said, watching his hand rub up and down your thigh.

“You okay with Olive Garden? I really want some pasta,” he said, glancing over to you before focusing on the road in front of him.

“That’s fine,” you said, as he took a left turn towards the restaurant.

Once you got there, you took a seat across from him at the table. The waitress was quick with your drink order, but you felt like the food was taking forever.

“You want a breadstick?” he asked, taking a bite. “They’re so good.”

“Sure,” you said, finally deciding to eat something.

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay? If I did something, you’d tell me, right?” he asked, as the food was finally sat in front of us.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just a little needy today,” you said, twirling the spaghetti noodles around on your fork.

“It’s okay, I like you being all cozy with me,” he said, as he started to eat his food. “Fuck, this tastes amazing.”

You started to realize that if you didn’t fuck him soon, you might actually lose your mind. He grabbed your hand on top of the table as you talked about the things you wanted to do for the rest of the break.

“Babe, can we get out of here soon?” you asked, looking for the waitress.

“We can take the rest to go,” he said with a smile as his fingers played with yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you smiled, as the waitress walked over to give Ethan the check.

On the way home, his hand was back on your thigh. His thumb was rubbing circles against you, and you finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“We need to get back home,” you said, stopping his hand.

“Why, babe? I was thinking we could go to this cute overlook. I brought a blanket, and we can cuddle while the sun sets,” he said, and you started to feel bad because it was so sweet and romantic…but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“If you don’t take me home and fuck me, we’re going to have to do it in your car. I need it, baby,” you said, your pleading eyes connected with his.

“Is this what’s been bothering you all day? You just need me to fuck you?” he smirked, starting his hand movements on your leg again. “All you had to do was ask, babe. You know I love it.”

“I’ve been trying to hold back all day,” you said, gasping as he squeezed your thigh.

“Don’t ever hold back again, okay?” he said, as he turned into the parking lot of the apartment complex.

You both got out of the car and hurried up the stairs to his door. When you made it inside, you grabbed his hand, pulling him to his room. You stripped out of your clothes in seconds as Ethan stood there, watching you. You started to get impatient as you walked over to him, lifting his shirt over his head. His lips connected with yours as he unhooked his belt and slid his pants down his thighs.

“I guess you really do need it,” he said, as your hand stroked his cock through his boxers.

“So bad,” you mumbled against his lips.

You led him back to the bed, lightly shoving him so he’d fall back. You straddled him, grinding your wet pussy against his clothed cock. You lifted off him a little, to pull him out of his boxers so you could have him inside of you.

“Baby, wait,” he said, as you whimpered. “If you want to skip the foreplay that’s fine, but at least let me stretch you out with my fingers. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay, but no teasing. I can’t take it right now,” you said, as he flipped you over to have better access to your dripping pussy.

He slid one of his fingers inside of you, gasping as you started to clench around him immediately. He started to move it in and out of you before adding another.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out, finally getting the attention where you desperately needed it.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you for a few minutes, as you started to whine.

“Okay, I think that’s good. I need to ride you,” you said, the eagerness in your voice making him laugh.

“What has gotten into you?” he asked, smirking.

You didn’t answer as he laid back, and you resumed your position on top of him. You lined him up to your entrance before slowly sinking down onto him.

“Fuck,” he gasped, loving the feeling of you around him.

You started to move as his hands started to roam your chest. You whined out as he softly pinched your nipples. You leaned down to kiss him as you grinded on him, his own hips starting to thrust into yours.

You were a moaning mess within minutes, and your brain started to get foggy with pleasure.

When you sat back up to ride him again, your hand went to your clit, rubbing circles against it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, as he helped you rock your hips.

You kept rubbing your clit, and kept trying to get close to an orgasm, but you couldn’t get there. You started to get really frustrated, tears welling up in your eyes at the disappointment.

“Hey, what’s wrong, babe?” Ethan asked, wiping the single tear off your cheek.

“I need to cum, but I can’t,” you whined, as you tried even harder to get there.

“Maybe it’s just the position. Want to try another one?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess,” you said, sliding him out of you.

You felt empty as you waited for him to tell you what to do.

“Let me fuck you from behind, baby. That always makes you cum,” he said, as you got in the position.

He groaned as your ass was stuck up in the air, your pussy craving him. He wasted no time as he started to thrust into you, as his other hand snaked around to rub your clit.

“Fuuuuck,” you whimpered, as the tip of his cock repeatedly hit that special spot inside of you.

“That feel better?” Ethan asked, as your arms spread out on the bed in front of you.

“Yes,” you mewled into the sheets.

He started to move faster, knowing how desperately you needed it. Loud moans were flying out of your mouth as you finally started to feel like you were getting close. Your hips moved back to meet his with each thrust, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, his free hand running over the curve of your ass.

Your hands were balled into fists as you gripped the sheets, your impending orgasm quickly building.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” you cried out, the feeling starting to wash over you.

Ethan watched you pull at the sheets as you started to shake underneath of him, the sight making him close to his own orgasm. Your walls fluttered around him, your incoherent babbling making him laugh, until those laughs turned to groans.

“God baby, your pussy feels amazing,” he moaned, as he reached that peak.

He pulled out, painting your lower back with his release. He kept his hands on your ass while he caught his breath.

“Thank you, babe,” you said, as you relaxed your grip on the sheets.

“You’re welcome,” he said, grabbing a towel to clean your lower back.

“Can we cuddle?” you asked, getting underneath the comforter.

“Of course, baby,” he said crawling in beside you.

He ran his fingers over your bare back as he held you against him. He loved the special, intimate moments he got to have with you, especially right after sex. It makes him happy to make you feel good.

“Hey, Ethan?” you said, looking up at him.

“What’s up?” he asked, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Can we watch the sunset tomorrow night? I thought it was really sweet that you wanted to do that.”

He smiled at your words, “We can watch the sunset every single day if you wanted to.”

#ethan landry #scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut

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icallhimjoey · 5 months

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request: we have a panic attack and joe's there

MMM chefs kiss this is how to do a request, i fucking LOVE this, because, yes, we can have a panic attack and yes, joe can be there, but you know what ????? joe doesn't know how to fucking help at ALL (bcos useless clueless idiot) thanks for requesting! Wordcount: 2.1K

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Heartbeats All Chaos

Joe had never seen an actual panic attack up close.

He’d heard of people having them, someone not making it to whatever was planned because they’d had a panic attack earlier and everyone would always frown and nod and be so very understanding.

Once at school, he’d heard a girl cry and then was later told she was having a panic attack. It had just looked like crying to him, but what did he know?

Well, he knew technically what they were, knew that people who had them felt like they were actively dying.

And he knew what being panicked felt like.

But when he got out of the shower and found you sat on the edge of bed, unresponsive to how he shook his hair like a dog when he walked past you, that was...

Unusual. To say the least.

His own smile turned into a frown, looking back at you over his shoulder as he opened the wardrobe.

“Hey,”

You just stared ahead, chest heaving, nostrils flared.

“Hey are you all right?”

Just... nothing.

You had a weird relationship with panic. You knew it liked you a bit too much, and when you were younger, you’d been forced to become acquainted with it. Had to learn the tell-tale signs of when it would try to grab hold of you. Had to learn how to prevent an attack, avoid whatever could potentially trigger it. Had to learn what to do when its long, cold arms still managed to wrap themselves around your ribcage where it would squeeze you tightly.

You knew how to pull yourself through an attack.

You’d learnt breathing techniques.

You’d learnt how to mentally ground yourself.

You’d learnt where to take your mind and how to keep your focus there.

Joe walking past in just a towel wrapped around his hips, bending slightly towards you and shaking his head to get little droplets of water on you broke that focus.

You could feel pressure build in your chest as the ringing in your ears got louder. Joe’d asked you a question. You’d heard him fine. It just took a little longer to answer.

Joe took the silence to mean you were upset.

He pulled a T-shirt out of the wardrobe after stepping into a fresh pair of boxer briefs and let his mind wander, trying to figure out what he’d done wrong.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I, oh shit, did I forget– what day is it? I forgot something important, didn’t I?”

With every passing second, your lungs allowed you less and less oxygen and your peripheral vision got smaller and smaller. Shrunk away from the sides and made you feel like your balance was off.

You gasped for air.

“Hey, are you crying? I’m– I fucked up, didn’t I? What did I do?”

You held an arm out, eyes on the floor where you could see your feet touch the carpet, and you shook your head.

Mistake.

Instantly made you feel dizzy, and nausea introduced itself thickly in your throat.

“No, it’s,” you winced, because, yes you were crying. It was just that the crying was a side-effect of the uneasy sensation of fear that tried to swallow you whole. You knew there was no external reason for it, just something that tricked your body into activating its fight-or-flight response. Made your heart rate pick up until it felt like it was going to break your ribs and escape from your chest. Made your muscles tense up enough to have you shaking all over.

Scared.

You were really fucking scared.

You felt how Joe took hold of the hand you held out for him, and were quick to squeeze.

“Oh my– hey, calm down,”

“Panic,” you managed to squeeze from your throat, hiccuping and gasping through breaths.

What were the techniques?

Think of the techniques.

Breathe in through nose, out through mouth. Focus attention outside of your own body. Think of three things you can see. You can hear. You can smell. Sit and let the symptoms pass on their own. They will pass. This is uncomfortable but not life-threatening. Uncomfortable but not life-threatening. Uncomfortable but not–

Yea, nothing was working.

“Are you having a panic attack?”

You were just going to have to ride this one out.

And Joe was just... he was just useless.

He didn’t know what to do, and so he kind of just... stood there. Got a bit closer as he held the hand that you were currently digging your nails into.

Your eyes found him before they squeezed shut, and you felt how his other hand grabbed onto your bicep. Kneaded the muscles there, squeezed and moved his hand down a bit to squeeze once more.

“Yea, you’re having a panic attack. Right now. Jesus, you’re having a pani– what do I do? What do you– do you need–”

Joe panicked. Did exactly what you didn’t need him doing.

You were still on the up-climb, and everything got steadily worse. Muscles tightening. Vision narrowing still. Heart rate increasing still. You needed... you needed... a parent? Someone to take over, someone who you trusted would know what to do.

“Arms up,” Joe suddenly said, voice a little steadier than before, like he was glad he’d thought of something that would help, that would make breathing a little easier for you.

“Come on, up, over your head.”

He took hold of you by the elbows and pushed both your arms up, which, yes, you knew technically that really should’ve made breathing easier. But your muscles were tensed up, and it hurt your chest, and all your body wanted to do was to curl up into a ball so your face could hide and cry into your knees.

Joe had a hard time fighting your arms that were desperately pulling down, and said, “Slow breaths, slow deep breaths...” whilst trying to demonstrate.

It was of no use.

You were choking on gulps of air.

“Hey. Relax!” Joe made eye-contact, eyebrows raised, like getting a little stern would shock the system into relaxing.

“No,” you sobbed weakly, eyes squeezed firmly shut as you shook your head from side to side. Telling you to relax when you literally couldn’t was the exact opposite of helping.

“No?” Joe immediately went soft again as he let go of your arms, his own eyes wet now too. That same unsure tremor found his voice again as he kneeled in front of you and said, “What do you need? How do you– oh my God, you have to breathe, baby.”

You gestured around wordlessly, gasping through stuttered inhales, and you saw Joe look, frown at it, thinking, deciphering.

“Sit?”

“Hmm,” you nodded, and started shifting, turning on the bed, but Joe’s hands squeezed your thighs and pushed them into the mattress as he got up. He climbed onto the bed, hands not leaving your body once and moved to sit behind you, legs around your hips, arms around your front.

Your hands immediately found his arm to grab and dig nails into, and the added warmth to your back made you let out a short soft hum that almost sounded like a whimper.

“Lean back, I got you,” Joe whispered, his head now resting on your own as he pulled you closer. With your back pressed against his chest, head firmly slotted into place underneath his chin, you could feel your shoulders slump down a little bit.

“Good. Yea, that’s good.” Joe cooed before he softly shushed you, stopping when he heard your throat make a noise.

“Can you,” you start through a shuddering breath, “Squeeze?”

Joe didn’t need asking twice, arms slowly wrapping around further, tentative and careful in case it was all too much, squeezing your ribcage right against his.

It made you sigh.

Feeling pressure from an actual outside source made it easier to accept the constriction of your chest. Made it make sense a little more.

“There you go,” Joe muttered as you sagged into him, your head falling forward for a moment as a small sigh escaped you. “This good? Or do you want it tighter?”

You squeezed fingers into his forearm by ways of answering, heartbeat all chaos.

“Here, pull your knees up, get them in here,” Joe said, reaching, leaning back for a second and taking you with him. You managed to plant both feet onto the mattress, knees drawing up to your chest and Joe reached both arms around, pulling you into him fully.

Yes.

Curled up and hidden.

Compressed into warmth.

This helped.

You sat like that for a while, locked into Joe completely. His grip didn’t waver once, until you’d slowly stopped crying. But even then, Joe wasn’t just going to let go of you easily. He’d let go once he’d be told to do so.

Joe tilted his head to look at you when you started sliding your hands over Joe’s forearms, running slowly up to the hems of the sleeves of his T-shirt where they played with the soft fabric. He could barely see you at all, but he was able to catch the tear stains, the worry-lines, the rosy cheeks.

Made him hug you tighter, squeezing you once more as his face buried into your neck on the side.

“You OK?”

You nodded, small little up and down movements of your head, mostly because you didn’t want to test if your throat felt normal again when you spoke.

“I know you said,” Joe started, softly whispering, not needing to speak any louder, you were so close. “You said you sometimes got unprovoked, what’d you call them? Freak outs?”

You nodded again, breathing slowly, using fingernails to trace lines over the back of Joe’s hand.

“We never talked about what I should do to help when you have one...”

You spasmed on a deeper inhale, before you said, “I know, maybe we should have,” and you tried thinking of what you would’ve told him. What would you have said for Joe to do? Asking him to compress you the way you’d only just managed to do this time was a spur of the moment thing that ended up helping a lot. However, you wouldn’t have known that beforehand.

You noticed Joe had started swaying, rocking back and forth with you.

“This OK?”

“Yea,”

“Is this... was this how it usually goes?”

“Hmm, they normally last longer,”

Your faces were so close, you were fine murmuring in your softest whispers. With Joe’s chin digging into your shoulder now, you exhaled and let your legs fall down, knees over the edge of the bed again. Joe took the moment to shift and get a proper look at your face and you might as well have slapped him right across his.

There was practically nothing left of you.

Tiny.

So fucking small.

“You sure you’re all right?” he asked, entirely unconvinced that you were.

“Tired,”

Yea, Joe could imagine. Look at you.

“Are you all right?” you asked, and Joe had to really try to not pinch you in the side at the sound of your smile seeping through.

“No, that was fucking terrifying,”

You chuckled softly, immediately winced at how sore your muscles felt.

“Sorry,”

“No don’t,” Joe took a sharp breath as he watched his own hand find yours over your front to intertwine fingers together. “Don’t apologise. Just tell me what to do.”

“This was good.”

“Yea?”

“Hmm.”

Joe did so good.

“I think it’s why this one didn’t take so long,” you said quietly, and you felt Joe squeeze your hand as he hugged tighter once more as he actively tried to keep his own tears at bay. Realising that you’d struggled through panic attacks on your own without someone to hold you more often than not, was stupidly heart-breaking.

He thought back to that girl he’d seen cry at school when he was 14 and felt guilty over his lack of empathy then.

“Hey,” you whispered, feeling how Joe was holding his breath, feeling his heartbeat slowly stumble in chaos of its own now.

“Relax,” you repeated Joe from before, same tone of voice, but way softer. It instantly got a huff of laughter from him before he groaned softly and pressed his head against yours.

“Don’t apologise,” you said, full on grinning now, turning your head to look at him. “Just tell me what to do.”

Joe looked at you a second, happy to see you smile, overwhelmed with how you managed to fill his insides with all things soft so strongly.

Fingers took hold of you by the chin and pulled you in closer for a kiss that you hummed into. When Joe was about to pull back, you got him by the neck and lengthened it. Made Joe hum into your mouth in return, until you finally broke and gave each other dopey smiles.

“This was good.” Joe said, mimicking you now.

“Yea?”

All chaos gone.

“Hmm.”

So good.

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february 23, @jegulus-microfic prompt: alley. word count: 519

crackfic. enjoy!

James Potter was not known for making very smart decisions. In fact, on any given day, it could be said that James Potter was undoubtedly, one-hundred-percent, certainly making bad, bad, very poor choices. His very loving friends knew to keep an eye out for his dangerous shenanigans. Mostly, his dangers were accidental. He was clumsy or did something stupid—by accident. He was labeled as a local hazard.

Unfortunately for everyone, today was no different.

James took a shortcut home—through a dark and dingy alley; none of its grim qualities raised any alarm bells in his head. He was skipping alone, minding his own—when he came across a miracle.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜。.

Regulus was having a peaceful evening—a rare occurrence, being the boyfriend of one local hazard named James Potter. Regulus was relaxed, curled up sitting with a book by the window, watching the rain pitter-patter away.

The door banged open and Regulus sighed heavily, expecting chaos to ensue. James was a storm, barging into every room like some kind of natural disaster. But oh, did Regulus adore him, and every moment spent with James was worth it. James’ chaos was simply endearing, even if Regulus needed to be on high-alert all the time.

James crashed into the room holding a—

“What the fuck?”

James positively beamed, “Regulus! I found a—I don’t even know, honestly, what this is—I think it’s some kind of miracle!”

The furry gray thing in James’ arms was wriggling.

James continued, “Reg, I just found it an alley, can you believe it? It must be some kind of-of miracle animal breeding, really—it looks like a cat and a dog had a baby!” He sounded so giddy.

Regulus squealed, backing away from his boyfriend, “James—”

“Or perhaps a panda? It has weird fur lines around its eyes—” James was looking at the animal curiously, held up to his eyeline.

Regulus held his arms around his stomach protectively. “Potter! That is not a hybrid—”

James looked up, excited. “You’ve seen this before?”

He was about to have a meltdown. James just brought an alley rodent into their shoebox apartment. “It’s a fucking racoon, James!”

James’ childish wonder did not fade. “What’s a—a raccoon?”

“That! That thing, with the gray fur and dark mask around its eyes—and the stripy tail. A raccoon. Raccoons, James, are not friendly animals—”

James scoffed. “Please, Reg—he’s plenty friendly. I still think he’s a panda-cat-dog mix.”

“He’s a rodent!”

James gasped. “Like Peter?”

“Yes! Just like Peter, but bigger and probably carrying more diseases from some dingy alley.”

James was just standing by the front door, examining the rather calm rodent in his arms. The raccoon was large—James was holding it with both arms wrapped around. James looked rather put-out. He looked up at Regulus with wide eyes. “So—you won’t—I mean, we can’t—keep him?”

Regulus blinked at him. “No, sweetheart. We’re not keeping him. Hazard behavior, James.”

James and the raccoon said their goodbyes, but James never forgot his miracle. He kept a picture of the raccoon in his wallet.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ dedicating this to everyone who fed into my raccoon fanatics the past few weeks. im losing the plot, but it's just a bit of fun <3

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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Aita because I asked my friend to not name his kid the same name as my abusive dad because it triggers me?

✨👶🏼 so I notice myself, sorry but I have a mental disability so my grammar isn't great. Sorry if I sound weird.

So let's just call my friend Fred (23,he/him, trans man)and I'll call my dad's name Sven. Fred has one other child(1,m) who I'll call Winston and Fred's newest child (Unborn lol, we know its another boy) is with one of his partners Brooke(22, They/She, transfem nb girl). I also offhandedly mention my partner Rosey(25, Any pronouns, Genderfluid) a few times, Fred's other partner Alan (20s?, He/him, Trans man), and lastly Me (24, He/she, Genderfluid).

Me and Fred have been bffs for like 7 or 8 years and I and Rosey are godparents to Winston and Fred got pregnant again. This time from one of his partners Brooke , Winston's other dad isnt in the picture. Me and Fred are super close (nearly dated at one point but it was before Fred and Brooke got together the first time and we are no longer interested in each other like that.) and I've been following both of Fred's pregnancies just to make sure everything is ok (I'm not encroaching, I just get text updates on appointments and stuff. Fred's first pregnancy was rough.).

Without going into a whole timeline, Fred and Brooke dated a couple years ago for about a year but Brooke raised a hand to hit Fred (never made contact nor any other physical abuse however they used it as a threat) and was controlling over him, they broke up and lost contact and over the last year/year and a half, rekindled and Brooke says they've changed and Fred trusts them again. I still don't like Brooke for obvious reasons but I'm being civil and trying to let them earn my trust again. So far their relationship is fine and it's not my place to muddle so until Fred sets off alarms that Brooke has gone back to their old ways, I'm trusting my friend's judgement. Brooke has been doing great through this pregnancy.

Fred knows the gest about what my dad put me through and how abusive he was to me. He knows I can't even be near cigarette smoke because it reminds me of him. However, Fred doesn't know his name. It's not because Fred doesn't want to, my dad's name just never came up and i didnt realize he didnt know his name till a few hours ago.

Me and Rosey sat in a call with Fred, Brooke and Alan while Fred and Brooke were brainstorming name ideas (They wanted our input). Brooke suggested the name Sven. I wanna be clear, Brooke doesn't know my dad's name either so I don't think this was a way of attacking me or something sinister. The name Sven is standing in for is a very common name in my country, though it's not popular for us gen Zers, it is common for my dad's generation.

I obviously froze up a bit due to the mention of his name and although Rosey tried to bring it up, Fred and his partners are kinda known for interrupting (Usually not viciously) and they didn't hear her. Fred and Brooke chatted happily about what a handsome name Sven was and how they might just decide to stick with it here and now but they wanted to hear other options. I waited out till the end of the call when Alan left (I don't know them so I didn't want to accidentally tell them personal things about my history of abuse) and told Fred that Sven was my dad's name.

Fred gasped and quickly said he wouldn't choose Sven and that he was sorry he forgot his name. Brooke however said that that was not a good enough reason to not consider a name they both dearly loved not 10 seconds ago. I tried to tell Brooke about why my dad was a bad person and some of the lighter things he'd done (not in a trauma dump explicit way, just in a he did *insert form of abuse* way) but they shut me down and said it was their kid to decide the name of. Fred told him he was also a vote in the name and he didn't want to upset me unnecessarily. Brooke said they were done with the conversation and Fred said they'd talk about it later. Fred then said to me and Rosey that he'd handle it and ended the call.

After about 30 mins, I got a couple of texts from Brooke and Alan that I was a jerk for trying to push my triggers onto other people and causing a fight between them and Fred and it wasn't my baby to name. (Alan doesn't live with Brooke and Fred so Brooke told Alan first what happened.) I decided not to answer for an hour or so because I was already worked up and they both essentially called me an asshole for overstepping. Fred just says hes gonna handle them but now I'm just confused.

I can see where I might of overstepped but I wasn't trying to be controlling and even if they would of picked Sven, i would of still respected it and tried my best to get over it as best i can. Was I pushing my problems on others or was I just letting a friend know what that name might be a bit painful for me when the name was just a suggestion? I don't think I'm TA but I wanna see if I'm missing something?

(I just realized rereading this that there is some important context to be added; Sven is not a sentimental name to Fred, Brooke or Alan. It's not a parents or grandparents name that might need carried on, it was just a name they liked. I checked with Fred to see if that explained Brooke's anger or something and Fred said no, they just liked Sven. There also hasn't been any hostility before this with Brooke or Alan so I'm not sure where all this anger came from.)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 51

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Deafness. Darkness. My connection to the world was stripped from me. Would this be it? A watery grave connecting Dr. Miller and I for all of eternity? Would Will’s plan be carried out as planned? Would our stories be falsified for all of the world to judge?

I opened my eyes beneath the surface and the sting of chlorine forced them shut immediately. Dr. Miller’s fingers twitched against mine, a prisoner to the drugs in his system, as I struggled to pull him to the surface.

My lungs began to burn as intensely as the muscles in my arms. I tucked my arms beneath his and managed to breach the surface as I kicked with all of the intensity my body could manage. At the same time I heaved Dr. Miller’s body upward and heard him gasp for air less than a second after I did.

Water splashed in my face and the sound echoed in my ear drums as I choked on my own breath.

“So, she can swim.” Will’s voice sent an extra jolt of adrenaline through my body. As weird as it sounds, I almost forgot he was there in the midst of the struggle.

“Help, please, Will.” I choked the words out but knew they would do nothing. I dipped barely below the surface again, though when I felt Dr. Miller’s body twitch again, I shoved him upward so his face was above the water.

“I wish I had popcorn.” Will’s voice sounded far away and echoey with half of my head still submerged. His laugh sounded like the background noise of a nightmare, like that of a clown giggling in slow motion.

I’m fucked. We’re fucked.

Dr. Miller’s right leg kicked, just barely, but the movement motivated to keep going. I laid on my back, the way he taught me when we talked about what to do if I accidentally fell into a pool. Holding him on top of me as I swam backwards felt like bench pressing five-hundred pounds - with your spotter pushing down on the bar trying to choke you.

I went under again and struggled this time to stay afloat. Fuck, I swore the water had tentacles, pulling at my limbs and attempting to drag me down into the abyss. I knew the lower we got, the bleaker our chances of survival were.

Stay at the surface, I told myself, managing to barely catch my breath this time. It was only a brief second before I went back under. Did Dr. Miller catch a breath that time?

When I felt the side of the pool in the midst of my kicking and flailing, I suddenly felt a spark of hope. With a final push that left my legs feeling like they were pierced with a thousand arrows, I shoved our bodies to the side of the pool, coming up for another gasping breath that left Dr. Miller coughing.

“Grab it,” I choked out, “Please.” I was begging him now, praying that he had the strength to do it. If not, I feared the worst.

When Dr. Miller’s fingers curled around the tiled ledge, I did the same and breathed in and out, in and out, in and out. He grunted and gasped, barely able to keep his face above water.

I pushed him up by the base of his back, attempting to use the water to my advantage now that it had released me from its death grip.

“Uh-uh,” Will wagged his finger, rising to his feet from the seated position he had been in to squat beside the pool. “Back to the middle.”

“Don’t do this.” I shook my head, still breathing heavily as he shooed me with his hand.

“Go on.”

“Let her go,” Dr. Miller whispered.

“Joel, you know I can’t do that.” Will chuckled and shook his head, whipping the knife out from his pocket. He showed off the blade for a second or two and then placed it against Dr. Miller’s fingers, pushing down just enough to cause discomfort.

“Stop it!” I shouted, leaving an echo off the walls.

Will laughed out loud again as if he had just heard the joke of the century. As he cocked his head back in his jovial state I was tempted to reach for his arm and yank him into the pool; though I wasn’t sure that would work to my advantage. In fact, he could probably easily drown him if he was in the water with us.

“Back.. up.” His tone was more stern now; cold. Will’s eyes burned into Dr. Miller’s, who began to wince when the blade dug into his knuckles.

“Stop!” I shouted again. “Will!’

When Dr. Miller cried out in pain, I pulled him away from the ledge and pushed off the side with my feet as I laid flat on my back again.The short break had been enough and my adrenaline was still pumping.

“I’m bringing you.. to the other.. side.” Speaking didn’t come easy during physical exertion. I let out choppy, little breaths against the back of Dr. Miller’s head as I towed him with me. My eyes lifted as I created distance between us and Will. His cool smile made me feel worse. This was just a game to him - a game he had played over and over again in different versions. Will was a cat toying with two mice. Two incapacitated mice.

He casually began to stroll down the length of the pool, whistling as he put his hands in his pockets. When he rounded the first corner, our eyes met and I almost started crying. It didn’t matter which side of the pool we ended up on. Will would be waiting there with his knife by the time we got there. I didn’t have the energy to keep towing Dr. Miller back and forth. He was too heavy. My swimming skills were still weak. And I was fading fast.

“Get out of the pool,” Dr. Miller choked out. “And.. run.”

“I’m not leaving you,” I practically shouted, letting out a loud, decompressing scream as I struggled harder.

Slam! The door that led into the pool area whipped open and I almost thought it was some kind of mirage. Carol. It was Carol. Carol, Carol, Carol. She was there. Right there in front of us.

“Midnight swim?” She greeted with a smile, and then quickly let it fade. “Oh, my God.” Carol hurried toward the edge of the pool. “Is Joel hurt? Did he get drunk and fall in? Will, help him!”

Will didn’t speak. He stared at Carol quite literally like a statue. I had never seen a human being go so still.

Carol’s eyes landed on the knife in his hand and then to her brother and me. “What’s-”

“Help!”I shrieked, “Carol, please!”

Will took off running toward her and Carol rounded the pool in an attempt to get away from him.

Oh, no! I tried to focus on the task at hand, and continued my backwards swim toward the edge.

“Grab the ledge!” I said as loud as I could manage, holding Dr. Miller’s midsection as he grabbed the tiles with both hands this time.

Neither of us could breath. With my last bout of effort I pushed my body up and out of the pool. Across the way Will stood with his hands up and Carol held the gun out in front of her, standing where Will had left it when he had been seated on the floor watching us struggle.

“Carol,” he breathed out her name, “Give me the gun back.”

“Talk to me, Will.” She glanced in our direction and then back to him.

“Joel’s the Lady Killer,” he blurted out.

“He’s lying!” I shouted

“I’m not lying.” Will shook his head. “I found out his secret and he tried to kill me. She’s too infatuated with him to believe it. She’s in denial. I have proof.”

Carol shook her head as she stared back at her fiance in disbelief. “Will.” It’s all she could choke out. She took a step back as he took a step forward.

I side-eyed the door when I saw movement in my peripheral vision.

Chas. He put a finger to his lips and tip-toed into the room.

“Give me the gun, honey,” Will begged. “I promise you, I have proof.”

“Where is it?” Carol humored him.

“It’s in his phone. I saw something I shouldn’t have when we were at the bar having a drink and your brother pulled that gun on me.”

“Joel doesn’t have a gun.”

“Joel has a gun.”

I wanted to shout out but I knew it could blow Chas’s cover, and so I decided to help guide Dr. Miller to the shallow end of the pool. My eyes locked on his briefly, though I couldn’t keep my eyes off Carol and Will for longer than a second.

“You’re not going to shoot me, Carol,” Will told her, “You can’t. You won’t.”

“Tell me what the hell is going on.”

When Chas ducked his body behind a giant, white pillar in the corner of the room, I knew I had a short window to speak.

“Will’s the Lady Killer!” I shouted.

Will turned slowly, glancing over his shoulder with all of the dramatics he could manage before staring back at Carol.

“She’s saying that because she’s protecting him,” he went on. “I love you, Carol. I’m sorry you’re finding out about your brother this way.” Will extended his arm toward her. His fingertips were less than a foot away from the weapon in Carol’s hand.

Will wagged his fingers, “Give it to me.” He lunged toward her and Carol pulled the trigger, but all there was was a gentle click. Her mouth suddenly hung open and she stared at the gun in her hand. Will looked equally shocked. He spoke the next sentence matter-of-factly as a genuine sadness plagued his features.

“You were going to shoot me."

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Valentines with Him! Part 1: Zayne

his is officially my first L&D post! I've been SUPER obsessed with this game, its such an addictive game which is not good for my wallet😪

Anyways, I know this Valentines post is super late but as long as its February its still Valentines to me :3 but I hope you all enjoy reading it regardless😊

If you guys enjoy a clingy and soft Zayne this ones for you~!

The reader here is Female (She/her)~!

Reminder: The character belongs to INFOLD/ its respective creators; this is all just fictional work so please try to not take these too seriously :)

“Uh..Zayne? Whats all this?” I asked the Doctor who was currently setting the dining table (in my home) with different types of breakfast food, he took a glance at me and smiled briefly before walking over to me and ruffled my hair like it wasn't already messy beforehand.

“Good Morning, how was your sleep?” He asked slowly leading me to the dining table and eventually pulling the chair out for me to sit down; to which I did sit down on thanking him.

“It was alright…” I said my eyes following him as he sits down, ok…his acting kinda weird…

“Well, what are you waiting for? Lets eat” He said urging for me to start eating first; I took a bite of the pancakes he made that was decorated with blueberries and strawberries, instantly my eyes lit up; it was delicious…I close my eyes in content and forgot about his unusual behavior mot until we were finished eating did I ask him as he offered to wash the dishes.

“Zayne? Do you not have work?” I asked leaning back on the chair as I looked at him curiously; he looked at me briefly and walked over to me then to my surprise he knelt down on a knee and his calloused hands wrapped around my soft ones, okay now I was even more confused and I think my expression was showing that I was confused.

Before I could speak he spoke first; “Did you forget what day it is today?” He asked and I thought for a moment as he took his phone out from his pocket and showed me his phone screen….

February 14…….

I gasped as the thought came to me when I saw the date…..TODAY WAS VALENTINES DAY.

I immediately felt guilt wash over me as I forgot about the plans we planned out last week; “I-shit…Zayne I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to forget; I mean wanderers-no…I…ugh..” I choked through my words as griped his hands tighter.

“Silly Girl….” I heard him say and I looked up at him as I was looking down in shame and saw him giving me a gentle smile as I felt him take one hand out of mines and he started stoking my hair.

“I do not mind you forgetting as I know you've got Wanderers and missions to think of” He said as I lean my head into his hand that was stoking my hair more, “Thanks for understanding Zayne…but I still feel bad so…” I pondered for a bit as I wanted to repay him with something.

I mean what type of Girlfriend would I be if I couldn't pay my Boyfriend with something? I mean he already cooked me breakfast and offered to wash the dishes……

After coming up with nothing I sighed and just decided to ask him instead; “Do you want us to do anything particular today?” I asked hoping to get an answer, he seemed to be in thought for a bit until he spoke again in that same calm tone of his.

“Could I…have you all to myself today?” He asked; “Huh…?” I let out a sudden yelp as he suddenly carried me off of my chair and bridal carried me to my couch and he put me down gently on the soft cushion. “Zayne…wha..” I looked at me confused out of my mind as he climbed onto of me….

“I want you…all to myself today, no wanderer business and no hunter business” He said in a firm tone as he hovered over me, I giggled sightly at his behavior and smiled smugly up at him.

“Doctor Zayne…I didn't know you'd be so clingy today~” I said holding his chin and bringing his face closer to mines, we stared at each other for a few moments as we closed the gap between us; his lips circling around mines. I could taste a hint of chocolate that was present in his pancakes earlier, the kiss was sweet yet passionate…

After this gentle, sweet kiss our lips separated from each other but by looking in his eyes I could see he had wanted more, and I was proven correct when he had kissed me yet again; however this time with more passion and love.

I sneaked my arms around his neck as we both kissed more and more and more and more until we both needed oxygen…

“Ah..Zayne-hah….” I huffed out his name as I tried to catch my breathe; I looked at him and his face had red hue as he tried to catch his breathe as well.

“Zayne….” I blushed but smiled as well, I watched him pull out a small box out of his pocket; he presented it in front of me and opened it; for the box to reveal a…flower necklace?

“Zayne whats..whats this? I mean I know it's some type of flower but…you get what I mean” I said sheepishly groaning at myself as I heard him chuckle.

He then got up from his position above me and sat down properly on the couch, so I also did as I followed his moves quietly, “Turn around, I wanna put it on you” He said so I obeyed and turned around for him; I felt his hand gently move my hair away from my neck and he gently locked the necklace around my neck. With my back still turned to him he started to speak again but in a tone I wasn't familiar with.

“The flower is a Jasmine which symbolizes….” He stopped speaking for a moment and I felt him move around from behind me and felt his hot breathe fanning on the back of my neck, I stiffened and felt my face getting red.

He continued to speak again in a hushed tone; “….Love, purity, beauty and sensuality” He finished and I flinched sightly as I felt his warm lips on the back of my neck.

He the turned me around and cradled my face gently in his hand as the other one was wrapped around my waist, “Thank you…Zayne..I think the necklace is beautiful” I said kissing his hand that was caressing my face. “But I'm sorry I…I don't have anything to give you..i..ugh I'm so stupid for that” I said frowning at the fact that he went out of his way to buy me a special and meaningful gift while I've got nothing for him.

He sighed and the hand caressing my face held my other hand and he buried his face on my chest seemingly listening to my heartbeat.

I started stoking his soft black hair as he sighs and started rubbing my waist with his other hand; “I don't need for you to buy me a gift so that I could feel your love” He said and I stopped my stoking and looked down at him but he had closed his eyes as he spoke more.

“Your presence and safety is more then enough for me…..” He finished and he held my waist tighter; for once I didn't really know what to say as Zayne normally doesn't act like this yet what I do know is that the words his saying are truly genuine and was full of love.

“Zayne…i..thank you for always being here with me” I said wrapping both of my arms around him, I felt him smile against my skin which made me smile as well.

“Your most welcome. My Jasmine.”

Ahhh~

Happy Valentines everyone! I hope you guys enjoyed the read :3

Sorry for not posting in like..2 months I think? I didn't even give a update-

So sorry again for that but I really got busy with my personal life (For example I already had moved out of my old place and am still trying to get comfy in my new one)

I hope this Zayne fic makes it up for the lack of posts I haven't done, Xavier's and Rafayel's will be done before February ends (I'm not gonna promise that they'll be out by tomorrow or the day after)

Anyways; thanks for reading this far, enjoy the rest of your day and see you~!

Part 2: Valentines with Xavier!

Part 3: Valentines with Rafayel!

Reblogs are appreciated and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

(Note: please don't copy and paste my works anywhere, and if you do see them on other platform please inform me.)

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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I’m such a sucker for the hurt/comfort trope! Could you do one for Steve Harrington where the reader and him are dating but him and the whole group forgot the readers birthday until it’s too late but they try to make it up to them :)

special day

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader

genre: angst, fluff

A/N: thanks for requesting and i’m sorry for only posting this now. comments/feedbacks are highly appreciated and likes/reblogs as well 🫶🏻

requested: yes

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You enter Scoopy Ahoy with a huge smile on your face, you were wearing your newly bought outfit for your special day today: your birthday. You hold on to the McDonald’s you bought for your boyfriend and best friend, you were planning to just come by and eat with them during their break, a small intimate celebration like how you prefer it - eating with the people you love and just talk about whatever it is you all have in mind.

“Baby you look amazing!” Steve approaches you, hands already reaching out. He pulls you into him and gives you a kiss, “what’s this?” he asks, pointing at the takeout on your hand. “It’s for you and Robin” you raise the paper bag to meet his eyes.

He takes it from you and gives you another kiss, “thank you Y/N! but what for?”. You furrow you eyebrows in confusion, he knows you treat them food whenever it’s your birthday - or did he forget?

“I, uh, it’s my-“

“Is that McDonald’s?!” Robin cuts you off and runs towards you both, Steve nods and she gasps in delight - she doesn’t really get to eat these kind of food as often as you and Steve do. “It’s for us” Steve says, he already forgot what you were gonna say. Robin pulls you both into the backroom and puts out a sign that says ‘lunch break’ on the counter. She starts devouring it the moment Steve settles it down the table, causing you to giggle softly.

You take a seat beside your boyfriend and have your lunch, you look at them ever so often, your veins flowing with so much anticipation as you try to patiently wait for what they have to say to you.

Your meals are now finished and neither of them greeted you, Robin’s been ranting about a rude customer she encountered and Steve just complained about the kids using the back door to get in the movies for free. You look at the time and your body slouches, their break is over which means you have to leave - your excitement is now gone.

“What time are you guys closing today?” You ask as you all head out to the front. “Around 8:30 or 9pm I think” Steve replies, taking out his scooper, preparing for the upcoming customers. You nod in response and finally bid them goodbye, they both immediately go back to their jobs and you suddenly feel weird on your way back home, disappointed? sad maybe?

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You immediately change into something much comfortable, your outfit no longer serving its purpose. You ring Dustin’s home in hopes that maybe he remembers and would like to hang out with you, but his mom answered instead, saying that he’s not at home.

You don’t bother calling the rest, they would have called or came over if they knew.

You decided to spend the rest of your day watching some movies you rented, making yourself some popcorn and do some self-care as you watch. Despite the film being a comedy one, you can’t seem to at least smile even though you laugh at the smallest things. You knew you can’t spend the whole day with Steve and Robin because of their job but you did expect at least a greeting from them, you also planned on taking the kids to the arcade - you already had your savings prepared but guess they’re all busy today.

You try to brush off the disappointment inside, you feel pathetic with how down you are today but the feeling just keeps coming back.

You didn’t want to remind them, you don’t want to seem desperate for attention. You’re too shy to do so anyways, what were you supposed to say? It’s my birthday! or thought we were gonna hang out and spend some time with me.

Do they really not remember what day it is today?

You sigh and continue your movie, guess you’ll just sit down until it’s time for bed.

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Steve and Robin are on their last hour before they could finally call it s day. Steve just wants to come over to yours and have you in his arms - he already misses your comforting and radiant presence.

Their last customer was a group of kids, around the same age as Erica Sinclair. They come in Scoops Ahoy with a little boy at the front, he was wearing a crown and had a stash - he looked like a king.

“What can we get for you?

The boy gets on his tippy-toes to reach the counter, “I want to get your special ice cream for birthday boys like me!” He exclaims and hands over his crumpled bill. Steve takes the money and Robin prepares the so-called special ice cream which is a huge bowl with all their best selling flavors and toppings. She then brings it over to the table where they’re seated.

Steve watches them as they munch on their dessert, he hears them saying “thank you for the ice cream!” and some happy birthday’s from time to time. He puts a hand on his hip and puts his weight on the counter, he’s staring at them as he suddenly felt like there’s something that slipped out of his mind - he just can’t point it out.

His eyes grow wide, “Robin! What day is it today?”

“It’s (your birthdate). Why?”

He smacks his forehead, leaving a red mark on his skin. “I’m so fucking stupid! It’s Y/N’s birthday today, that’s why she brought food earlier!”

“Oh shit, I also forgot!”

Steve rushes to the group of kids, “time to go! keep the bowl and the spoons. Happy Birthday again!” He pushes them out of the ice cream parlor and they close up as fast as they could.

They head out to the parking lot and goes to the payphone, dialing the Wheelers’ number. He taps on the metal box as he gets impatient from waiting.

“Mike? It’s Steve! Do you know what day it is today? Are you with the rest?”

“Uh, it’s a Saturday? And yeah we’re playing D&D and Nancy’s upstairs with Jonathan”

He lightly tugs on his hair - he’s disappointed in himself, “it’s Y/N’s birthday today! I can’t believe we all forgot”

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You step out of the bathroom and change into your pajamas, the day’s almost over and no one bothered to at least call you.

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear your front door open and a bunch of footsteps downstairs. You start to palpitate, is there really a stranger breaking in your home? Your eyes frantically roam around your room and you spot Steve’s bat at the corner, you grab it and quietly go outside, taking your steps softly. Your breathing becoming shakier the closer you get to the living room.

A figure abruptly appears in front you, causing you to scream and move the bat over your shoulder as you prepare to swing it towards the intruder.

“Dustin? What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get inside? I almost killed you!” You drop the bat and scold the curly-haired boy in front of you. He catches his breath and motions you to look around, “Jesus Christ! S-Steve has your spare keys remember?”

You sigh in relief and pat his arm.

Your eyes land on a banner that says “happy birthday!”. You let out a small gasp when you see the balloons decorated everywhere and some food on the table.

Steve suddenly comes out of the kitchen with a circular cake on his hands, followed by the rest of your friends. “Happy birthday to youuu…” they start singing as they approach you. Tears are now threatening to fall, everyone’s here and it just makes your heart so full.

You blow your candles and Steve wraps an arm around you, placing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Y/N, we’re so sorry. We didn’t mean to forget, especially me and I’m your boyfriend for god’s sake!”

“We’re really sorry, promise it won’t happen again” Nancy speaks up and the rest nods in agreement and say their apologies to you.

“It’s alright! At least you’re all here now, that’s what matters. But I can’t say I’m not sad though”

You turn to face Steve, “you better make it up to me later” you tease.

A smirk forms on his lips, “oh I definitely will”

“Ewww” you friends say in unison, disgusted looks plastered on their faces.

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dddomenstarstwst · 2 years

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➜ New Sensation

Prompt: Sounding

Character: Tsumugi Aoba

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sub!Tsumugi, dom!gn!reader, sounding, dry orgasm, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, Tsumugi has masochistic tendencies

Word count: 625

I almost forgot my love for sounding, silly me. And of course our little maso-boy tsumugi is the perfect candidate for it!

Tsumugi takes a deep breath, his eyes falter when he sees you approach with a black velvety box in your hands. You smile to him, setting a box next to Aoba. You open it and he gasps, a set of six metallic rods lies inside. You grab his hand and make him trace cold metal, Tsumugi bites his lip.

"I-Is it... Gonna be inside me?" You giggle at his cute question, nodding. His yellow eyes settle on yours and Tsumugi stutters your name. How cute. "Don't worry, Tsumu, I'll make sure you'll love it! Shall we start?"

He nods, and you motion him to lay comfortably, while you pick out a rod. You choose the smallest, as it was his first time, it wouldn't hurt as much but still will be pleasurable for Tsumugi. You stroke his cock until it's fully hard and show him the rod. "I'm inserting it, okay?"

Aoba whimpers something similar to a 'yes' and you slowly align a metallic stick to his slit. Your boyfriend holds his breath in when you press the tip inside. Tsumugi grips your wrist, a sudden new sensation in his dick sends jolts through his body. His legs start shifting on the bed so you sit on top of them.

"Shh, it's okay. Just a little more, okay?" You continue inserting the rod until it's all inside. Tsumugi looked like he was ascending: his mouth fell open, drool spilling down his chin, eyes unfocused and hazy. You rub his forearm in comforting circles, waiting for him to come back to you.

"It's... Weird. G-good weird, hah.." you hum in response, wrapping your hand around his base, moving it up and down slowly. Aoba shakes his head, incoherent sounds leave his drooling mouth. "Tsumugi, you need to relax, I don't wanna hurt you! Breathe with me. In. Out. In and out." He takes deep breaths, finally calming down.

You reward him with a head pet and a kiss to his temple, to which your boyfriend lets out a small laugh. Your hand resumes its pace, and quickly Tsumugi gets pretty close to his orgasm. "Mn– W-want to cum! P-please!" You give him a permission, but he struggles, tears pooling in his eyes, forming into fat hot drops. "I c-can't! I don't– Ah!"

You ignore his pleas and fasten your movements, ripping broken moans from him. Tsumugi's hips buckle up and you feel his dick twitch as he cums, though nothing comes out, and your boyfriend whines in confusion. You suppress a laugh, of course he doesn't know.

"Baby, congratulations! It was your first dry orgasm, I'm proud of you!" He licks his bitten lips, trying to calm his breath. You bring your finger to the end of the metal rod and press lightly on it. Tsumugi throws his head back, legs tensing in overstimulation. Your fingers take the rod almost fully out, only to slide it in slowly. You proceed to fuck his slit, observing his erratic reactions.

Aoba begs you to stop, but soon asks for more - conflicted, he looks at you, tear-stained face flushed red, lips trembling. You bring him close to the edge, and when he says he's coming, you swiftly take out the rod. Tsumugi slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle a scream, while his cum pathetically drips out of his dick.

"Looks like you're a real winner, Tsumu! A dry and a ruined orgasm in one night! I wish you could've seen your face, baby," you don't think he heard you properly, too focused on freshly discovered sensations. Aoba pants heavily, before gulping and looking you straight in the eye.

"I need more," he's a little masochist, you think. And you surely don't want to keep your masochist waiting.

#enstars #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars headcanons #enstars headcanons #ensemble stars fanfic #enstars fanfic #ensemble stars imagines #enstars imagines #tsumugi aoba #tsumugi aoba x reader #sub!character #dom!gn!reader #dom!reader

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lostnfounder · 3 months

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[The following is a transcript of an interaction that took place between Lostfield Reporter Ruth Shirbon and “William Keane”.]

[The recording starts to the sound of hesitant, quiet footsteps and muttering.]

R: Can’t believe I’m out of data already. Ughhh. Worst timing ever.

[A pause for a few seconds, the footsteps slowing to a halt.]

R: Oh no. Where do they keep student files. I forgot to look that up. Fuuuuck.

[The footsteps pick back up again, echoing through the empty hallway.]

R: [Sighing.] I guess the office is a good place to start. I just hope there isn’t an alarm on that door like there is on the main one.

[As they walk, they seem to get more confident, walking at full stride down the long corridor.]

R: God, this place is still… weird. Did they ever install security cam- oh, yep. Hello. Hopefully no one is actually checking this footage.

[A brief pause, and then a quiet thud on metal.]

R: Heyyy, old locker. Wonder who’s using you now. They probably don’t have nearly as many cool posters, right?

[Dead silence.]

R: Haha, yeah…

[Suddenly, she gasps quietly, and as the recording falls silent again, there’s a distant sound of rustling paper from somewhere down the hallway.]

R: [Whispering.] Oh. Fuck. Is someone else-?

[The sound has stopped.]

R: Am I making that the fuck up…??? No one should- be here. On a Saturday. Other than, like, janitors, or something, but that’s… But there weren’t any cars in the parking lot?? God, okay, yeah, maybe I’m just going crazy.

{I was NOT.}

[Slowly, the footsteps pick back up as they continue. There are no other indications of life within the building until they round the corner and hear the sounds again.]

R: [Whisper shouting.] OKAY. DEFINITELY NOT GOING CRAZY.

[There’s a soft thud as she flattens herself against a wall to peek around the corner, sighing with partial relief when there’s nothing immediately there.]

R: [Still whispering.] Shit, the office door is open.

[When nothing happens for a few seconds, aside from the continuation of somewhat aggressive page flipping, they slowly begin to creep down the corridor towards it.]

[The door creaks slightly as she opens it slightly more, but the sounds don’t stop, growing louder as the microphone nears their source. The room is completely pitch black.]

[A pause, for a few seconds, only filled by more rustling.]

[And then a click as Ruth flicks on the lights.]

[There’s a figure low to the floor, hunched over an array of discarded paper sheets and files. It’s seemingly engrossed in the reading, until the lights are turned on. He shrieks, quickly turning and pressing itself against a nearby filing cabinet. It appears terrified.]

[Ruth also screams and nearly falls backwards.]

R: Wait, wait, hold on, YOU???

{It’s “Will”. The one from the van and the one that’s been harassing me in my asks.}

W: YOU’RE KIDDING ME. HOW DID- THE SAME PLACE, AGAIN.

R: UGHHH. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE.

[The figure relaxes somewhat, still seemingly on edge.]

W: When I got new eyes, I... saw this place. I saw it was the highschool my fucking “file” said I went to. Figured my student files would still be here, even if put away. Soo..

[It gestures at the papers.]

W: Tadaaaa. Here we are.

R: Uggghhhhh. You can’t just steal the files before I come looking for them. I have an actual mystery to be solving! What are you even gaining from this? Just want to make your lie more convincing?? It’s not going to work on me, dude.

[He doesn’t respond for a few seconds, staring blankly.]

W: I mean this with the most respect, what the actual fuck are you on about. The fuck’s going on?

R: I’M THE ONE NOT MAKING SENSE. SURE. YOU HAVE SANS EYES, BRO.

W: THEY’RE ROBOTIC, DUDE. FEEL THEM IF YOU WANT, IT'S JUST METAL!

R: NO???

W: GOOD! CAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TAKE THEM OUT!

R: Uh. Actually, I was thinking more like- OH SHIT LOOK OVER THERE!!!

[“Will”’s head turns to the side, its body tensing up again. Fearful?]

[Ruth, immediately, takes a few steps into the room, reaches down, grabs one of the folders, and runs out again. Air rushes past the mic loudly.]

[There’s a shocked yell, before Will follows. His footsteps seem heavily, almost lethargic in their movements.]

W: DUDE! WAIT UP! WHY ARE YOU RUNNING SO FAST?

R: HAHA!! YOU FELL FOR IT!!

W: I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN??

R: That was like, the oldest trick in the book, man!

W: I didn’t know that, dude! Give me my files back!

R: No!!! They aren’t-

[There is a short yelp and then a loud thud as Ruth trips and falls onto the tiles.]

[The footsteps behind Ruth skid to a halt next to them, and a concerned Will is heard, near the microphone.]

W: Fuck! Ruth, are you okay?! Are you hurt?!

R: No! I mean- yes, of course I’m- Stay back!! [Paper crinkling as she clutches them closer to herself defensively.]

W: Hey, Hey! I’m not gonna take them, I just…fuck, that looked like it hurt. Are you sure you’re okay?

R: Ughhhh, stop trying to trick me. I’m not going to trust you, demon. Trusting one with watching my car was enough.

[Will looked..hurt? By this, and moves back a little.]

W: Do I… Do I look like a demon? I bleed and piss like every other fucking human.

R: Why are you bringing piss into this. Jesus christ man.

W: It was something... nevermind. You’re the one making it weird dude, it’s just part of the body.

R: Can you just, like, leave me alone?? [There’s a sound of heavy boots stepping onto the floor as they stand up again, unsteadily at first.] I don’t understand why you need to be so hung up on impersonating him.

W: [Angrily, seemingly exasperated.] I am not impersonating anyone!! I’m a fucking human being, called William Keane, and I am so fed up of people telling me who the fuck I am! I’m a person! I just want to find out who the fuck I was after being through a shitshow for three years! Is that so much to fucking ask?! [He had tears running down its face. He just looked so tired.]

R: [Sounds slightly shaken up.] Whoa, whoa, okay, man. It’s not that serious.

W: It… isn't that serious? [It barks out a mournful laugh.] I’ve been told for so fucking long, that I’m something I’m not. “The Archivist”. That fucking... I... You cant... you can’t blame me for holding onto my identity.

R: I’m not blaming you for anything, I just- Goddd, I just wanted to get in and out of here, this didn’t have to be a whole thing. Please man.

[Will dives for the papers Ruth is holding, trying to grab them.]

R: Whoa, WHOA!! NO!!! HEY!!!

W: I NEED TO KNOW, RUTH!! I'M SORRY!

R: YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW ANYTHING! I DO!! LET GO!!!

W: I’M THE PERSON THEY’RE ABOUT! NO!!!

R: NO, YOU’RE NOT.

[Will slaps at Ruth’s hand, not doing much damage.]

[Ruth shouts in dismay and does the exact same thing back, and soon they’re both just batting at each other while Ruth attempts to keep the papers away from it.]

W: Please I just... I need to know… wait.

R: If you point over my shoulder and say “Look over there” I will bite you.

W: I mean, yes but also. Listen.

R: What do you-

[Faintly, there’s a sound of distant sirens, which seem to be getting progressively louder by the second.]

R: Oh, fuck.

W: [Quieter] Shit. The door. Ruth, take them and leave. Get out of here.

R: [Hissed.] What?? No, what about- I mean, what are you planning?? Why would you just let me-??

W: Because I don’t want you hurt! I.... [Will pauses, seemingly trying to rebuild its composure. He looks at the floor.] I'm sure I have family out there, maybe. I… please. Just go, I’ll… I’ll deal with these fucks.

[The sirens are very loud now, like they’re right outside.]

R: I-

[There’s a shout from outside the building.]

?: COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!!

R: Ohhhh fuck oh fuck oh shit.

W: Ruth, hide. Please. [Will steps backwards, in the direction of the entrance.]

R: Dude- how?? They- They probably have the building fucking surrounded by now!!

W: Hide under a desk or something? I think, as long as I make it seem I'm alone... man, it’s the only idea I have. Please, I... I don't want you to have a criminal record because of me. That's... it.

[There’s a sound of a door slamming open somewhere down the corridor.]

R: I never should’ve fucking come back here.

[A cacophony of different voices erupt, none of them really discernable, as pairs of footsteps pound down the hallway. Everything gets louder for a moment, like the device has been taken out of a pocket, and then cuts off abruptly as the recording is stopped.]

[Transcript end.]

#showfall ask blog #encoreverse #encoreverse blog

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mindful-of-ideas · 9 months

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“Do you want to order something for dinner,” you asked Rossi crossing one leg under you.

“Don’t do that,” he said, quickly glancing at you and then back at the road, “what if we get in an accident, that’s dangerous!”

“Clearly you don’t want to see how I drive,” you mumbled.

“I promise you I don’t!”

“Okay, but what about food,” you asked again, uncrossing your legs.

“We’ve been living on takeout for the past week. There’s no way we are ordering something tonight too. I’ll cook…”

Before you could even say something, he added something abruptly.

“Without your help, thank you. I do not want my kitchen to burn down tonight.”

“Not fair,” you grumbled, “that was ages ago! And you know I can cook pretty decently!”

“How about you pick something to watch while I make dinner?”

“Sure,” you said smiling as you turned into the driveway of Rossi’s house.

A month ago, your landlord decided to kick you out. Well, not kick you out exactly but relocate you while he did some renovations to your apartment. Except, he forgot the relocation part. You had basically become homeless overnight and if it wasn’t for Rossi, you probably would have gone back to living with your parents. Over the last weeks, you’ve discovered that, as much as you cherished having a home of your own, living with someone else really made things less boring. Especially the rides back home from the BAU… and the fact that your room at Rossi’s was probably as big as your whole apartment.

“Can you at least give me some pointers on what you want to watch?” you asked coming down the stairs.

“Anything kid, anything will do.”

“What are we eating?” you said leaning over the counter to steal one of the tomatoes he was cutting.

“Don’t touch,” he said swatting away your hand gently, “you can’t mess with the master’s ingredients.”

“Oh, oh… sorry Mr. Master,” you said laughing.

“Go pick a show now! Shoo! Away from my kitchen little devil!”

You quickly stole another tomato before crashing on the couch. Honestly, nothing could beat Rossi’s couch. It was the oldest yet most comfortable couch you ever had the pleasure to sit on.

“How about the X-Files!” you screamed from across the house.

But there was no answer from him.

“Fine, I’ll pick something myself,” you grumbled.

You reached to grab a blanket that was laying across the coffee table. As you pulled it towards you, a pitch-black spider crawled from the folds. To stunned to say anything, you let out a small gasp and quickly pulled your legs towards your chest.

“Rossi?” you said trying to sound as calm as possible.

You heard pots and pans being placed on the stove.

“Rossi…” you said again seeing the spider make its way towards you.

The blanket was still half on the couch, almost touching your feet. As the spider climbed up, you got up on the armrest of the couch.

“Rossi!” you now scream, “Come here please!”

God, you felt stupid. How could you be an FBI agent, be able to like murderers straight in the eyes, yet still be afraid of spiders? But you couldn’t help it. Some fears were irrational and that was okay. Now if only Rossi could hear you and come take care of it.

“Rossi!” you screamed now louder, “Rossi, please, hurry!”

You got up on the couch, accidentally kicking the blanket. You heard a pan bang loudly on the stove.

“What? What is it?” Rossi asked rushing to you.

“It was there!” you said pointing at the blanket.

“What was there,” he asked concerned.

“The sp-“

But you stopped. How could you say you got scared of a spider to Rossi. He would certainly laugh at you.

“A what Y/N? You’re shaking! Is everything alright?”

He moved closer to where you were standing, his shoulder gently resting right below your hip. He wrapped his arm around your legs forcing you to stabilize on the couch.

“A spider,” you finally said, “there was a spider on the blanket!!”

“Did you kill it?” he asked calmly.

“Did I kill it?” you repeatedogiving him a weird look, “I wouldn’t be standing on your couch if I had killed it!”

Tears were starting to fill up your eyes. You felt ashamed for freaking out over such a little thing, but you were also genuinely terrified right now.

“So it’s still on the blanket?”

“Yes.”

“Right. I’m gonna let go of you for just a minute so I can get it and take it out, okay?”

“Okay…”

Carefully, he made his way to the blanket. He slowly lifted one of the folds. There it was, hiding away with its too many legs and too many eyes.

“You know,” he started, “spiders can actually be useful for…”

“Save it!” you said, almost losing your balance.

He smiled at you before folding the blanket again, making it impossible for the spider to get out. You watched him as he made his way to the front door. You couldn’t see him get out, but soon enough he was waving at you from the window. You smiled weakly. He shook the blanket. You counted one, two, three, four, five before he stopped and before you knew it, he was back inside.

“There you go,” he said showing you the blanket through all its angles, “a spider-free blanket.”

“Thanks,” you said, “but I’m still not using it.”

“Want me to check the other ones?” he asked.

To your surprised, he was being serious.

“Yeah…” you said shaking your head gently.

He went through all the blankets shaking them and showing each side to you so you could confirm no spiders were hiding.

“You okay now?” he asked making his way back to you.

“Yeah, thank you.”

He wrapped his arm around your legs once more and helped you get down from the couch.

“And thanks for not making fun of me,” you added wrapping your arms around him.

“Of course kid,” he said hugging you back, “You know what, I think I might need help in the kitchen after all.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, “I need someone to annoy me and taste the food as I go.”

You smiled.

“Well come on,” he added, “I’m starving!”

#mindful-of-ideas #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #david rossi imagine #rossi imagine #dave rossi imagine #david rossi #rossi #dave rossi

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year

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24 tender for giant eldritch angel Aziraphale and friendly park employee Crowley?

The national park au! My beloved! (which I need to update but I forgot where I was going with the next chapter, whoops)

On with the fic!

Crowley found Aziraphale with ease, deep in the forest near the angel's little cabin. It wasn't hard when you've started to become used to the feeling of what was basically holy radiation emitting from the giant being.

That, and Aziraphale left a trail of eyes around on the trees, all of which were clearly happy to see Crowley. Pun not intended.

The last of the eyes vanished when he came into the clearing, seeing his massive boyfriend in his true form, laying on the grass among fallen leaves and wildflowers. All hazel eyes and the two large, blue 'eyes' on his face seemed to be looking right at him, his stomach mouth was showing a wide smile.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale greeted and sat up, careful not to let himself rise too far above the tree lines. "You found me!"

"You made it rather easy." Crowley chuckled, shoving his hands into his jacket pocket as he approached. "Shift's over for the day, figured we could hang out a bit. Though I seem to have interrupted whatever you were doing here."

"Oh, you haven't interrupted much, darling." Aziraphale replied. "I was just enjoying the beautiful afternoon, letting the forest creatures come to me and such."

"Come to you?"

"When I'm in a good mood, they do not feel fear and sense protection near me, and I offer that to them. Also, I'm warm and they seem to like that, even on summer days like this."

Crowley noticed that near Aziraphale's hand was a rabbit, nuzzled up against a finger.

"You can come closer." Aziraphale smiled. "They will not fear you, they will know you are trusted."

"They?"

"The animals, come, sit! Enjoy the comfort with them!" Carefully, Crowley was pushed forward by another large hand, knowing that Aziraphale would never hurt him. He leaned back and was pulled closer to the other hand, where the rabbit was looking up at him now.

Reaching out a hand, the little creature sniffed his fingers before burrowing its face against Aziraphale again. Crowley snorted, making a comment of someone playing favorites, before he spotted something moving through the grass.

"Well, I know you'll come to me." He said, seeing the garter snake as it approached them. Aziraphale let Crowley get out of his palm to touch the snake, before it wrapped itself around his hand and wrist, seeming content instantly.

Crowley smiled as he sat himself down on Aziraphale's hand again, being cradled in the warm palm. The snake seemed fine where it was and Crowley tenderly touched its fine, shiny scales. "Look at you, you beauty. You must've just shed, you're lookin' fine!"

"Aww~!" Aziraphale said, his voice booming in the clearing.

"What's aww? See a baby deer or somethin'?"

Aziraphale shook his head as he pulled Crowley closer, his stomach mouth an even bigger smile. "It's so cute seeing you act so sweet and tender to God's creatures, even down to those little rascal snakes you love so much!"

"Hey now, they're little rascals and good people in their own rights." Crowley snorted. "And I'm not sweet or tender, I just know how to compliment someone properly."

"Still, you're so adorable! Sweet and tender, just like a cream puff!"

"Oi! Enough of that, angel! You're gonna smother me with your weird, angel affection!" Crowley made a face, swatting at a finger. "Maybe it's the angel radiation you give off, it's makin' me act... AH! Good!" He gasped, pretending to choke, before falling, sticking out his tongue.

Aziraphale scoffed. "Really, dear, it's not 'angel radiation', it's my aura."

"You sound like Anathema when you say that! Angel radiation sounds cooler!"

"Fine, you can call it that, if I can still say you're a tender soul."

"Neeeeehhhh- fine! Only if you don't tell anyone else, I have a reputation to keep up."

The smile only grew, showing more perfect teeth than was necessary for a mouth. "I won't tell anyone.

Before Crowley arrived, Aziraphale had been sleeping and had been covered in a whole lot of animals who were using him as the world's bigger heating pad.

#john's drabbles #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands #celestial harmonies national park au

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fallen-child-escapism · 10 months

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WOOBER ROCK CHAPTER 8

Wembley laid in his bed facing the wall. He hated being angry, he hated hating things but God did he feel like he hated his brother right now. And he felt so guilty about it. Still, he huffed and the tip of his tail swished to show his annoyance. What was he going to do? He couldn't decide, of course he couldn't. All Wembley could do was lay in his bed, wembling. Tears pricked his eyes. He hated crying.

Gobo sat across the room quietly picking the strings of his mandolin. He sighed. Wembley never acted like this. It made his heart drop in his chest. Had he gone too far? Should he had trusted Wembley? Gobo furrowed his eyebrows. He was older, he knew more, and he knew that a relationship between the two younger fraggles would never be good for either of them. He was doing what was best for his brother and his friend.

Red and Mokey were none the wiser to their friends intense relationship issues. They sat in a small cave just far enough from the great hall to be out of sight and out of earshot but still close enough They could hear the singing and playing taking place. Mokey had her easel set up and was coating her canvas in a beautiful bright abstract piece. Red sat close by her tossing a hacky sack back and forth in her own paws. They both hummed a sweet song to eachother as they enjoyed their seperate activities. The soft silence was broken by the shorter of them,"Do you think Gobo and Wembley were acting weird today?" Mokey hummed,"they were" Red ceased her tossing and dropped her chin into a paw. "and Boober has been cooped up all day" Mokey nodded,"The boys said he was staying in to keep up om laundry" Red gagged at the thought of laundry. "Do you think he's eaten?",Red said, this time actually turning to face her partner. Mokey put her hand to her chin and gasped,"I dont believe so. Unless he's cooking at home, you know he loves to do that" Red nodded,"right I forgot that's an option", She chuckled to herself. "What say we visit him just to be sure?", Mokey offered, already setting her paints down. Red hopped up in agreement and picked up the majority of Mokey's art supplies. The two girls walked with their tails intwined all the way to Boobers sad little cave.

"Boober? oh Boober please let us in?", Mokey chimed at the cave entrance. Boober sniffled and pulled his hat down tight on his head to conceal his puffy eyes. "o-one minute!", He tried his best to grab his compulsure. Deep breath and," Mokey! Red hi, nice to see you, good, im doing great, okay see you later!", He chirped in a very un-Boober like tone before shutting the curtain once again. "Hey wait a minute! Let us in!", Red demanded. "Boober, sweetie, you aren't acting yourself and you've been in all day, we're worried", Mokey pleaded. Oh. Boober sighed. Red, he would ignore but the genuine quiver in his older sisters voice hit him like a Radish to the skull. He drew back the curtain with his head hung low. "Im sorry ", He mumbled. Mokey scooped him up into a hug,"Oh that's alright Boober, tell me what's wrong" Mokey sat him down and Boober stuttered on his feet before fiddling with his tail. "I...its a long story", He sighed. Mokey lead the small fraggle to his bed and all three of them took a seat. "Tell us dear, we won't judge", Mokey purred. The red head next to her opened her mouth to say something snarky but mokey whipped her back with her tail and she held her tongue.

Boober sighed and slowly began explaining everything. Leaving out the fact that Wembley is the only other fraggle in the rock to have seen Boober's face. Mokey was shocked. "Gobo?", She questioned, not wanting to believe their dear friend had any kind of negative feelings towards the little blue fraggle. Boober just nodded and stared at his legs. Mokey furrowed her brows. Boober waved his paws at her, "n-now don't do anything drastic Mokey" "Oh you poor thing, I'll teach our rotten friend a lesson you just wait one moment", The purple fraggle spoke stern yet still softly towards the youngest fraggle. Boober groaned and held his head. There was nothing he could do once Mokey switched into mother hen mode. Gobo was going to get his attitude handed to him. And all Boober could do was sit back and wait in his room until the storm died down.

#I am a mokey enjoyer #She is so <3 #The angst continues #if you can call it that #I hope by now you have realized I can not write #boober fraggle #wembley fraggle #gobo fraggle #mokey fraggle #red fraggle #fraggle rock #woober

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Itto and Bully The Fatui Brigade. He fits in quite nicely I'd say. Here's a few mini little things (can be IttoLuc) and possibly brain rot.

Itto: Ayato!!! My bro!!! Didn't know you need the little flame!

Yelan: *whispering to Ayato* He has no idea of how high of a rank you are doesn't he?

Ayato: *whispering back* yep and I don't plan on telling him. He has the chaoticness and energy for this. Just don't leave him and baby (referring to Diluc) alone. Not for those reasons.

Shenhe: *muttering* hmmm.... Friendly, check. Chaotic buddy no.2, check. Tsaritsa item, no- needs to get that soon.

Diluc just being sat behind them like 'why do that have to be like Kaeya....' (Very overprotective)

Itto: Little Flame!!! There you are!!!!

Itto is moving past the three and instantly putting Diluc in him lap and cuddling him. Diluc jestering the other three to join. they do. 10/10 recommend. Very cozy and warm. Mooncarver(??? Not sure if it her but the kbe who trained Shenhe) seeing there's potentially another member.

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Diluc: *clearly sleep deprived and the brigade happen to be in Sumeru (if you don't count Itto, he doesn't have an item from the Tsaritsa so he ain't an official member)* *an adorable little gasp* PUPPY!!! (There's four adult rifthounds and those that are native to Sumeru {dunno their name})

Ayato + Yelan: No!!!! You'll most likely be killed (them knowing he'll go anywase, he basically has a death wish and he'll tame them anywase)

Itto: nu uh! You ain't going anywhere little flame! (Itto grabbing his waist ove this arms)

Diluc: *looks like a defeated child* b-but its a puppy.... And its adorable

Shenhe: *being the good sister she is. Brings back to rifthounds and those things*

Yelan: I forgot about her.... We're dead. We can't kill them cuz Luc will be angry for who knows how long and will most likely be killed in Sneznaya.... Again...

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Shenhe + Diluc + Itto: *in Liyue trying to create a copy of the jade chamber that about twice the hight of Itto sideways. They succeed and everyone just sees a mini version of the Jade chamber crash into the main Fatui Camp*

Ninnguang: Yelan. I question how you know them

Keqing: Yelan! They should not be doing this!

Ganyu: Yelan... They're most likely alright but I kind of feel bad for the Fatui

Yelan: listen. Im essentially a single mother to four chaotic people. Ayato is surprisingly the easiest to deal with

Ayato: *sat on the ground making weird boba and other food things*

Ningguang: *lightly under her breath* bye bye Teyvat...

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*The Test of Courage*

Itto: *the brigade but Ayato since they were tasked with scaring everyone* alright.... We just have to scare everyone... How about we use our visions to make invisible traps.

Itto: Shenhe, your tasked with making flouting spirit things.

Shenhe: got it *runs in a direction*

Itto: Yelan, your tasked with hiding in the trees and use your vision to create flouting lanterns

Yelan: yep... I'll add a few of my own things tho

Itto: now! Me and you can set up mini little death scenes since you can use pyro to burn areas and wood for 'disposing of the body' part and I can create Geo structures to create fake weapons!!!

Mika: A-are you sure this is- ekk!!! *A flouting spirit went past him and clang onto Kaeya*

Kaeya: Interesting....

Paimon: eekkk!!!! Traveler!!! Heizou!!!! There's a burnt corpse here!!!!! *Paimon went to the Traveler and clang onto his/her arm*

Heizou: seems like Ayato is trying to hide something....

Traveler: it smells like burnt wood... I believe its a fake prop

Heizou: *sniffing the air* seems like it...

Thoma: My lord asked us to take part with a smirk

Ayaka: I don't know what he's doing but we can ask him after this is over. F-flouting L-lanterns!!! *Crack* *thud* *someone running away while screaming "RUN WHILE YOU CAN!!! THE LANTERNS ARE MADE OUT OF MY FRIENDS SOULS!!! RUN!!!"

Thoma: *Ayaka scared and staying behind him*

-after the test of courage-

Ayaka: brother!!! You didn't tell us anything about this!!!! Can you explain everything to us!!!!

Ayato: well... I assigned my friends to do some scaring but I don't know ehat they did. Hoe about you ask them *nudging his head towards the brigade

Thoma: which one of you organized the scares..?

Itto: I assigned everyone to do their own task!!! Shenhe's being to create spirit things to go past people! Yelans was to create flouting lanterns and she did say she was going to do her own thing. And me and Little Flame created a fake crime scene for more scares!!

Ayaka: brother!!! Your crazy! Atleast give them a rulebook to go by!!!

Thoma: my lord. Im Going with what my lady says.

Ayato: I was watching the entire time so things don't go to out of hand

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-The Brigade in the Kamisato Estate-

Ayato: Thoma. You've known baby or Luc since you were children correct?

Diluc: *mentally* oh no.....not the embarrassing story's!!!

Thoma: I can recall alot of them. Im assuming you want them to be told?

Yelan + Itto: Yes!!!

Itto + Yelabln: *teasing Diluc*

Shenhe: *snickering with a small smile*

Ayato: *trying to not burst out laughing*

Diluc: *an embarrassed blushing mess*

The test of courage in my head for Bully The Fatui Brigade as them scaring people. I wanna know how its like for them being the contestants.

Now im going to leave you alone for a while (for the one above you can create a few story's)

Im obsessed with Bully The Fatui Brigade... Ive Read though every single one.... Something is wrong with me...

Honestly, Shenhe and Itto are like side members. They aren't bullies enough, particularly towards the fatui. So they are like supports.

And I love this being Ittoluc.

Together for the Test of course honestly would be great I imagine like a good school festival episode lmao.

#itto #arataki itto #shenhe #shenhe genshin impact #Bully the Fatui Brigade #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #kamisato ayato #ayato #yelan #yelan genshin impact

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