#Idk I should be angry but I’m amused at them

[moonlightspencie]

self-assured

Description: There are many things Aaron Hotchner is sure about in his life. One thing evades this sureness: you.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!Reader

Warnings: it’s like all fluff and pining idk

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: originally on tumblr. then camped out on ao3. now back on tumblr.

Aaron Hotchner was sure of himself as he walked through the bullpen. He could walk with purpose as he greeted everyone on the way to his office. He was sure of his ability to lead his team through another day, and if a case popped up? He was sure he could lead them there, too.

He wasn’t one to get flustered, nervous, or fidgety in the face of danger. He knew the job, and most days he knew he could get it done.

One thing he was becoming increasingly less sure about was how to stay professional when you smiled at him like that.

“Come on, Hotch,” you whined, sitting across from him at the table. “We just got through a hard case. Loosen up a little.”

He fought a smile that was trying to force itself onto his face. He looked at you, though he couldn’t stop the amusement from showing in his eyes.

“I’m loose.”

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Rossi joked, a wide smile on his face.

“Okay, the sooner we finish this paperwork, the sooner we get back to the hotel,” Hotch said, playfully exasperated with his team.

A few of them grumbled, but they all got back to finishing the forms they needed to. One by one they started leaving the room, all ready to get some sleep after a very long day.

You had finished yours before the last couple of people left, but you weren’t willing to move quite yet. Mostly due to the fact that you knew Hotch had also been finished and wasn’t moving.

“We deal with too many crazy people,” you said with a sigh. “I hate to think that those people had to watch him swallow a bullet.”

“At least he let the rest of them live. It could have gone way worse,” Hotch said, not yet looking up.

“That’s true, but now we have to deal with the die-hards. And keep an eye on the other followers.”

“Let’s hope they won’t cause more problems for us and take this as a lesson,” he said with a sigh, pushing his papers away from him.

He stood, crossing his arms across his chest.

“It’s been a long week,” he said looking off towards the last few officers walking around outside of the office.

You watched him just long enough for him to notice. He looked back, raising a brow.

“What?” He asked quietly, leaning against the table.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. You look good today.”

You smiled innocently, unaware of the way his heart started beating wildly in his chest. He cleared his throat, looking away.

“Thank you,” he muttered.

“It’s nothing,” you shrugged, looking back out the windows. “Always fun seeing you in khakis, though.”

He chuckled. “Alright, you should really head to the hotel.”

“What? No way, cults are way more interesting than a stuffy hotel room.”

“Everyone else is gone.”

“You’re not.”

He fell quiet, knowing you’d checked him on that point.

“Can’t tell me to do something when you won’t. We’re done with the case, you can’t pull the angry boss card now.”

He smiled, looking away.

“See?” You exclaimed, pointing at him. “You’re smiling way more than normal. You must be exhausted.”

He opened his mouth in shock. “Hey!”

You shrugged. “I’m right.”

You started slowly walking towards the door. He watched you, a small smile on his face as you did. You raised your brows, nodding towards the exit. He sighed lightly, shaking his head as he started dragging his feet towards you, stopping just a couple feet in front of you.

“Ready, Chief?”

He chuckled, shaking his head again. “Chief?”

“I don’t know, it’s late.”

“Alright, let’s go, agent,” he said, pointing towards the door.

You walked out together, deciding that taking one car would do just as well. The ride back was quiet. You stared out the window at the lights that passed by, Hotch glancing at you out of the corner of his eyes.

“What are you thinking about?”

You sighed softly. “It’d be nice to come back and visit around here sometime. In better conditions. Seems like a nice place.”

“Yeah?”

You hummed. “I saw there was a little art museum here. Lots of parks. It’d be cool.”

“Maybe we can all take a team trip.”

You laughed. “Some non-violent team-building?”

“Exactly,” he agreed with a light laugh to match yours.

You smiled, breathing out. “That sounds nice.”

He quieted again, thinking about it. It would be nice to spend time out and about. Though, you were more on his mind than anyone else. He couldn’t help but picture you walking through a museum, pointing out every piece that caught your attention. Or walking a trail, admiring the views as you did. His thoughts were interrupted when he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel.

“Alright, time for bed,” he mumbled, looking at you.

A small smile creeped onto his face when he did. Your head was lolled to the side, your breath coming soft and even. He reached out, just barely touching your shoulder.

“Hey, we’re here,” he said, rubbing your arm gently. “Y/N?”

You shifted, eyes slowly opening. “Oh. We’re here.”

He smiled. “That’s what I said.”

You yawned. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

You straighten in your seat, stretching your arms in front of you.

“I fell asleep.”

“That’s okay.”

You looked at him, giving him a soft smile. He kept your eye a moment, then felt the need to look away. He looked back towards the hotel.

“We should go. We’re going to have a long day tomorrow.”

You nodded, yawning once more with a hand over your mouth. You both got out of the car, walking into the hotel and heading up the elevator. He said a quiet goodnight as you reached your room, and you offered a wave back, stepping inside.

Hotch got into his room, stretching his arms above his head as he walked towards the bathroom. He took a shower, closing his eyes and thinking of you.

He was sure of himself as he got out, climbing into bed. He was sure he was going to dream of you that night.

One thing he most definitely wasn’t sure of was how long he could go on pretending like his feelings didn’t exist.

A week later he sat at your dining room table, a little surprised at how homey your place felt. Not that you weren’t inviting as a person, he’d just never been to an agents house that felt so… Lived in. It was warm and comforting.

Emily and Derek talked over one another, though they agreed at every point they spoke about. JJ, Spencer, and Rossi were involved in their own conversation. You watched it all happen, sipping at your glass. You turned to Hotch after a moment, noticing that he didn’t seem to be involved in the happenings at the table.

“You think they realize how loud they’re being?” You asked in a whisper, leaning close to him.

He smirked. “I don’t think they ever do. Have a bunch of federal agents let loose and this is what happens.”

You nodded, thoughtful. He glanced at you, though you’d barely moved from your position next to him. You turned your head, eyes on him once more.

“Well, then what happened to us? Are we normal or just boring?”

“Maybe just tired,” he chuckled.

“That’s why you’re the unit chief. Smart man.”

He laughed, looking at you. You smiled, then backed into your seat again. He caught Morgan’s eye at that, shaking his head when he received an eyebrow raise. He looked back to his now-empty plate, trying to reign it in before anyone else noticed how head-over-heels he was.

He got up, walking into the kitchen under the guise of needing more wine. Though he couldn’t deny it might be helpful.

He stood at the counter, needing time to himself. It was cut short very quickly when Morgan shuffled in, giving him a very obvious knowing look.

“Hi,” Hotch said.

“Hey,” Derek replied, sitting in a stool across from Hotch. “What’s the deal?”

“Deal?”

“Don’t play around with me, Hotch. I see how you’ve been getting around that little ray of sunshine lately,” he said with the ghost of a smirk.

Hotch sighed. “It’s ridiculous.”

“What? Your attitude? Trust me, I know.”

He glared at that. “Morgan.”

“I say give it a shot. I can’t think of two people who deserve each other more,” he replied with a smile. “In the best way.”

Hotch chuckled. “I appreciate you saying that, but I think Y/N might be a bit out of my league.”

“Oh, no doubt about it,” Morgan said with a laugh. “Still, I think you’d be great together. Y/N’s totally into you anyways.”

Hotch furrowed his brow. “I really don’t think so.”

Derek looked at him with wide eyes. He laughed, shaking his head.

“Okay, clearly you are oblivious as hell.”

“I’m not.”

“That angel finds every chance to be around you. Looks at you the same way you look right back. Y/N’s just a lot better at hiding it.”

“Again, I appreciate that, but…”

“No ‘buts’ about it. You don’t have to try anything, but you can’t deny how you act around each other. Ain’t trying that stuff with pretty boy out there.”

Hotch leaned against the countertop, nodding slowly. He had never taken a moment to consider any of those things before, too blinded by how hard he was trying not to be obvious about his own feelings.

Derek walked up, a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey. Don’t think yourself into a hole.”

Hotch nodded his thanks, though before Derek could get another word out, you walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, you two. I was wondering where you guys ran off to,” you said with a smile.

“Just a little guy talk,” Derek state with a wink.

You put your hands up. “By all means, I can leave.”

“We’re done anyway,” Morgan shrugged. “I think Hotch could use some company, though.”

Hotch looked at him with wide eyes, receiving nothing more than a cocky smile as Morgan left the room. He straightened up as you turned to him, sipping at the last of the liquid in your glass. You set it on the counter.

“You could… Use company?”

He shook his head. “Morgan is just messing with me.”

“What about?”

“It’s nothing.”

You quirked a brow. “He seemed pretty happy with himself. Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

Hotch smirked, looking down. You circled around the counter, leaning against it next to him.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Hotch?”

He just looked at you, still not saying a word. You reached over, patting the top of his hand where it rested on the countertop.

“I’m pretty good at keeping secrets, you know?”

“You are, are you?” He asked with a smile, his dimples poking in his cheeks.

“Sure am.”

He took in a breath. “Where do you cap it at?”

“What, like how big of a secret I can keep?”

He nodded once. You crossed your arms, thinking for a moment.

“I still remember my middle school best friends biggest secret?”

“What was it?”

“I can’t tell you.”

He nodded. “In that case, you passed my test.”

You laughed, hopping up to sit on the counter. You looked at him as he stood, just looking at you like he was planning his next move.

You hummed. “You always seem so self-assured.”

“I do?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Like, you always have your next move planned. This time you don’t, though. I can see those gears turning in your brain.”

He smiled a little, nodding. “You’ve got me, there.”

“So, what is it?”

“What’s what?”

You raised a brow. “The secret.”

“You really won’t let that go?”

“Morgan was acting like he knew something. I want to know what’s causing his cocky little smile.”

Hotch cleared his throat. “It’s, uh… It’s you.”

You paused. “Okay, and what is that supposed to mean?”

He smiled again, looking away for a moment. You called his name gently, and his gaze set back on you. You gave him an assuring smile.

“It’s you,” he stated once again. “You say I’m self assured. Normally, I try to be. When it comes to you— I feel lost. I never know what to say to you.”

“Why not?”

He took in a breath. “I have a feeling you know.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I was just hoping you’d say it.”

He laughed quietly. “I don’t know that it’s a good idea. I don’t want to be responsible for the outcome.”

“You know a way to avoid that responsibility?” You questioned.

He looked at you curiously, shaking his head. You bit back a grin, holding out your hand for him. He took it, and you pulled him closer, his side against your knee. He watched you closely, and you leaned in closer.

“If you want, I could be the one taking responsibility,” you whispered.

He swallowed. “Really?”

“If you’d like,” you said with a nod.

He looked at you, unsure if you were really willing to make the next move. He nodded, finally feeling sure about it.

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his. It took him a moment before he was pushing back against you, lips locked with yours. You brought a hand up to caress his face, a thumb brushing against his cheek. He smiled at that, and you pulled back.

“See? You don’t have to take that responsibility. Easy enough.”

He chuckled. “Now who’s all self-assured?”

You paused, feigning a moment of though.

“Both of us,” you said with finality.

He nodded quickly. “I can agree to that.”

He leaned in again, a hand resting on your knee as your lips connected. You kissed a moment longer, enjoying the moment but knowing it couldn’t last. You rested your forehead against his.

“They’re going to get suspicious soon,” he said.

“Stupid profilers. They just have to be the best in the FBI,” you sighed, then laughed.

“Oh, they’re the worst,” he agreed in falsity.

You hopped down from the counter, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Maybe this can continue later over more wine and a movie?”

He nodded. “Is that a question or a statement?”

“Statement. You’re staying for a while tonight.”

He smiled. He was sure he wanted to be with you, and he was certainly sure he loved the way it felt to kiss you. He was sure about the butterflies he felt when you looked at him the way you did.

The only thing Aaron Hotchner was not fully sure of was how in the world he’d sneak it all past his coworkers.

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[marleyybluu]

The Nanny

Part 4

Rio x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: angst (I think lol), our favourite couple part their ways for now, Nick being a nosey weirdo, sad Rio, sad reader. Idk I think that’s it.

A/N: I know this is a bit short and (surprise) no smut lol but we will get there dw. this is (kind of) a filler. Also if you’re new, check out my master list for parts 1-3 ❤️cus I’m too lazy to link them here lmao oops

It'd been two weeks since Y/n's encounter with the blonde lady. Elizabeth. Her name was Elizabeth. She noticed it at the top of the ultrasound. That ultrasound felt like it was forever engraved in her mind. She hadn't talked to Rio about it yet, she didn't know if she wanted to. Y/n wasn't really an angry or confrontational person, but when it came to it, she could explode and if it was going to be like that she didn't want Marcus to hear anything.

So, until then, she played her part as usual. Well, the affection she delivered had shortened, and that was very noticeable for Rio. They were practically living in each other's skin half the time and now he suddenly felt cold and that's what she wanted.

"Y/n." She felt something poking her hip, she blinked a few times zoning back in and looking down to see poor Marcus attempting to receive her attention. "Sorry, honey, what's going on?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to put my plate in the sink." She shifted over allowing him access to the sink, she continued to wash the dishes and hummed a tune that was repetitive in her head. "Do you know when Daddy will be home?"

She shook her head. "No idea bud." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Y/n turned off the water and dried her hands lightly jogging through the short hallway to get to the door. She held her breath as she unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Oh, hi." It was Rio's brother... cousin... whichever. "Hey... you." She awkwardly greeted him, she forgot his name. He chuckled reaching out his hand, "Nick."

"Right, Nick, sorry." She shook his hand, a little longer than she wanted to, his grip was a little tight on her. "What can I help you with?"

"Is my brother here?"

Y/n smirked. "Thought he was your cousin." He was amused.  "Anyway, he's not here yet but he should be home soon if you want to wait for him." She stepped aside inviting him inside the house, she closed the door behind him. He took off his shoes and wandered off at the sound of Marcus' voice. "Uncle Nick!"

"Hey buddy, what's going on? What are you watching?"

"Bluey."

Y/n chimes in. "As always. And remember our deal, after this episode, you hit the shower and hit your bed okay?"

Marcus pouted and delivered those sweet brown puppy eyes. "What about Dad?" She groaned internally, he had school tomorrow and she did not need him to be up all night and end up sleeping in the next day. "I'll send him upstairs as soon as he's through that door okay?"

"Okay." He agreed and sat back down on the couch. She turned over to Nick and smiled. "Would you like anything?" He put his hand up and shook his head. "I couldn't intrude like that."

She reassured him that it was fine, suggesting there was water, juice and wine to choose from. He chose wine. He followed her trail back to the kitchen, he sat on one of the stools and waited patiently, watching her squat down behind the island to reach into a cabinet where she kept her special drinks. She then walked over to the upper cabinets and reached for a glass, her shirt slipping up exposing a bit of her skin, a small silly tattoo of Snoopy sitting on her hip as her sweatpants were almost dangerously low. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

She turned back placing the glass on the counter and poured out some liquor. "Not too much gotta drive back."

She hummed and nodded.

"You're okay?" Nick asked. She'd never talked to Nick, had no intention of speaking to him ever again since the dinner at their grandmother's house and judging how stiff Rio acted towards him she didn't really want to expose the problem at hand. So she bit her tongue and nodded.

Well, maybe she didn't bite hard enough.

"Actually, can I ask something?"

"Yeah."

Her nostrils widened as she angrily exhaled through her nose. "Has Rio ever..." Sigh. "When he was with Maria, and she was pregnant... was he sleeping with other people? Or bringing other women around?"

He thought about and she couldn't tell if he was going to save his ass or throw him under the bus. "I mean, they weren't really together when Maria was pregnant, so he still had other women around yeah."

"Okay." She simply replied looking at her wine glass, twirling it around at the stem, the red liquid swishing and swooshing with every movement it almost became hypnotizing. Her ears rang as scenarios filled her head. Was she the other woman that was around? How come no one in his family said anything? Do they not know?

Nick noticed how quiet she was and the coping mechanism she developed sitting there, he gently placed his hand over hers and she stopped playing with the glass. "Are you..."

"No," She quickly answered. "No, I mean I wouldn't be drinking."

Duh. He thought to himself but he had to ask anyway. He leaned forward attempting to pry more out of her without giving himself away. "Do you think-"

She cut him off. "Maria said that when you think you're the only one you're not and-"

Not too much.

"Fuck, I don't know it just got me thinking. And now I'm overthinking."

Before he could reply to her statement Marcus repeatedly squealed.  "Daddy's home! Daddy's home! Y/n! Daddy's home!"

She smiled at his cheery tone. "So I've heard."

Rio's figure came to join the duo in the kitchen, an overgrown Marcus sitting on his hip, just a small reminder that he'd forever be his baby. A very apparent frown played on his face while his eyes darted between her and Nick. "Hey, pretty mama." Immediately asserting his dominance.

"Hi." She nodded before taking another sip of her wine. "Nick... why are you in my kitchen?" He asked with hostility lacing his voice. Nick smirked, always smug at how immediately defensive Rio seemed to get whenever he came around. "Just came to see you, little brother."

Y/n cleared her throat standing up from her seat, she reached out for Marcus who easily transferred over to her, he was reluctant to leave his dad at first, not seeing him all day and only getting a minute with him made him a bit sad, but after a promise from Rio that he'd be up to at least read a story he cooperated and clung to Y/n as she took him upstairs.

While they were getting ready, Y/n's mind couldn't help but wonder about how she'd bring up the situation at hand, the envelope had been tucked under her side of the mattress for a while, maybe that's why she had trouble sleeping too it was taunting her underneath where she lay. She felt a bit of guilt, it was wrong for her to keep this a secret from him, he had the right to know he was having another kid.

Huh.

Another kid.

And it's not with her.

She sighed shaking off the thought, putting it on the back burner for a bit to focus on whatever Roblox game Marcus was trying to teach her to play on his iPad. She couldn't understand why these kids were so into this thing, he was obsessed. He rested his head on her shoulder while she tapped away on the screen. Her character disappeared and respawned in a moment. "What did I do?"

"Someone killed you." He giggled, and she gasped playfully poking his side. "That's not funny, I don't know what I'm doing." She laughed. He took his iPad back showing her once more what to do, a slight knock against the door frame interrupted their time together. Marcus sighed knowing he had to put his device away so he handed it back to her to take downstairs and in the morning he could have it back during breakfast.

Rio smiled. "Picked a book yet?"

Marcus nodded reaching under his pillow and showing him. "Say goodnight to Y/n."

"Night Y/n."

She kissed his head. "Night sweetness. I'll see you when I see you." Strange, Rio thought to himself, she always said she'll see him in the morning.

She walked past Rio, avoiding even an inch of contact with him. He swore he felt a cold air as she passed by, her loving and warmth had suddenly been replaced. Rio poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and nodded. "Cool, let's uh, start reading."

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By the time y/n got downstairs Nick had long disappeared, she sighed placing the yellow envelope on the counter after retrieving it from their room. She needed another glass of wine if she was ever going to get through this. She sat on the stool around the Island and twirled her wine glass once again, staring blankly at it until the sound of descending footsteps brought her back to Earth. "How was your day?" He asked opening the fridge and looking for something to drink or at least snack on.

"Good,"

Sip.

"How was yours?" Her tone was cold and uninterested so he responded with the same simple answer she gave him. "Good."

The silence returned aside from the obnoxious tapping of her fingers against her phone screen. He knew her well enough, when she was making extra noise on purpose she was pissed. Rio shook his head. "What was Nick doing here?"

The tapping stopped. "Came to say hi." She answered placing her phone down on the counter and picking up her wine glass. "Why are you talking to me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you want to pick a fight."

She chuckled pettily. "Hm."

"Y/n-"

"Who's Elizabeth?" She asked finally lifting her head up to look at him, he froze and audibly swallowed. "She's a business partner."

"Is she?" Y/n questioned with a trembling voice. She slid the envelope over to him as he took a seat next to her. "Open it,"

He was lowkey starting to sweat. He fumbled with the envelope until it opened, he reached inside and pulled out the evidence. His eyes fell out of his head and rolled onto the shiny clean floor. "Y/n..."

"Congratulations, I guess." She shrugged. He looked up at the name double checking if it was really Beth's. There's no way this was fucking happening. He'd admit they had their fair share of encounters, maybe one before he met Y/n but there was no way that it resulted in this. She would've told him, or at least he'd hoped she would.

This looked bad, there was no way to weasel out of this when the evidence was right there. What made everything more uneasy is how calm Y/n was being, any other woman would have thrown their wine at him or knocked him with the bottle but she downed the last of the liquid and poured whatever was left of the bottle.

"You think it's a boy or a girl?" She laughed tipsily. "This isn't funny."

"You're right," She sipped. "It's not, but you know... when you've been crying about it for two weeks, you just run out of tears and all you can do is laugh."

She continued. "You laugh and you wonder how you fell so fucking foolishly in love with someone, in such a short time... how in that short time he made you feel so special like you were his world. You fall in love with his son, the sweetest boy you've ever met who tugs at your heart everyday and you think to yourself maybe one day you can give this kid his own little best friend."

Rio dropped his head. "And you come to find out, that- that someone else beat you to it. Is that how you did Maria? I mean she- she told me I'm not the only one, Christopher can never have one girl and I fucking defended you. I was so fucking sure-"

Y/n's voice cracked, and her chin trembled as she fought back a flood of tears but they were no longer tears of sadness, they were angry. Pissed. "I was so fucking sure you wouldn't do that to me."

He didn't know what to say, his mouth ran dry. "I'm... baby, I'm sorry. Look at me, look at me," He put the picture down and grabbed her face forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were so sad, so tired, so broken. He'd never seen her like this, he couldn't believe he was the cause.

"I love you... Y/n. I swear to god, I fucking love you ma. I'm sorry, okay? But you're going to have to believe me when I say this ain't my kid. There's no way. I-it's just been you and me this whole time, baby, I fucking swear."

She sniffled. She could see it, or maybe she just wanted to see it. That he did love her and some part of him was telling her the truth, but bless her heart she didn't know what to believe. It was too much, maybe she moved too fast and this was her consequence, didn't ask enough questions when they started dating and now this was the result. She loved him. God she loved him. Her whole body gravitated towards him and it was so hard to pull away when she found out.

It was hard to pull away now, how close they were in proximity, noses almost touching, foreheads pressed together. He didn't want to let go, this was something he was willing to go to war for. Against her better judgement, she leaned forward connecting their lips.

The love, the regret, the sorrow was all wrapped up in it. Ugh, he tasted like alcohol, probably took a shot before he came home. He smelt so good even after a long day. His lips were so soft, so sweet to her and extra gentle. Their kiss started slow and soon picked up feverishly, she pulled at his shirt, the sudden need for him took over. The two sides of her brain knocked at each other, sleep with him tonight and leave in the morning or leave now and never see him again— let this kiss be the last.

Beep! Beep!

Someone else was there to answer for her. She pulled back but he brought her in, one last kiss. Just one. Y/n pulled back, tugging his hands away from her and she immediately missed them. She stood up and grabbed her keys off the counter. "I made Marcus' lunch... oh, you know the routine."

"Y/n... ma, please..."

She kissed his cheek. "Tell him I'll see him soon, okay?"

"No." He protested. "He can see you tomorrow, in the morning."

"Christopher."

"Y/n."

She wasn't about to argue with him, her sister blowing up her phone letting her know she was outside and to hurry the fuck up. She backed away as slowly as she could, his jaw flexed and his eyes became glossy. He was going to cry. She couldn't watch it otherwise she'd stay and she just needed the space right now. She quickly made her way down the hall with him hot on her trail, she opened the door and wiped a tear that ran down her cheek.

Her sister caught sight of Rio and shook her head. Y/n went on the passenger side.

Just one last glance.

She ducked down and sat, closing the car door. She turned away from her sibling not wanting to be bothered by anyone right now. Understandable.

Rio watched as the car disappeared, the gravel under the tires crunching as she vanished before him. He stood there, dumbfounded. He's fucked up a lot but never like this.

He needed a way to resolve this and he needed it now.

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[blueluneacy]

its time for my yearly post, real

ive been thinkin about dottore genshin impact lately. hes so silly :) did more of a horror aspect bc i like horror??? idk if youve been around long enough youll notice my slow descent into more horror based writings. but its ok, i like it!

on one hand you might be able to consider this yandere. on the other i think this is just how il dottore is in my mind. just a little creep. i wonder if hes single

tw: manipulation, blackmail, implied human experimentation

You were nothing to him. 

In some way or another, you knew that. You knew that you were lowly in comparison to him. You were a student, barely half way into a thesis while he was well… It’s hard to define what he was. An outcast, but a genius. Something out of your grasp, intangible and arcane. Maybe that’s what originally got you interested. You’re a student after all, driven by curiosity and a need for knowledge. Perhaps he liked that about you too. 

It was also that which was forbidden that intrigued you. That which you had seen scholars go mad for, he held in the palm of his hand. Things that you knew that were forbidden were always so delicious, weren’t they? You indulged in them, in what he could give you. It’s not as thought you didn’t give what you could in return, but really, what could you give a man whose power rivaled the gods? You should’ve known better. Your tutors, your peers, everyone could’ve warned you, did warn you, but you chose not to listen. 

After all, he did tell you that this version of himself was the most selfish. 

Perhaps then it wasn’t strange that you never saw what happened next coming. When he told you that it was time to leave Sumeru, you were shocked, almost baffled at the proposal. 

“I can’t just leave everything. I’m still working on my thesis, my friends are here, I still have things to do here.” You told him, as if your words would do you any good. He merely smiled at you, shaking his head as if your points were silly, meaningless. 

“I think you’ll find your research coming to a halt very soon regardless of if you leave or not. It seems that some restructuring will begin to take place here very shortly. It would be best if you were to leave, while you still had your dignity intact.” He always made himself sound so… Reasonable. It was something you once admired about him, but now, it was grating on your nerves. How easily he tossed aside your concerns. Had he always done that, trivialized the words you were saying like this?

“I can’t just give it all up. I’d hate myself if I did that. You should already know, that’s not the type of person I am. This is my life’s work.” You told him, immediately turning your back to him. He only gave you a small chuckle, shaking his head. 

“Oh please. It was an average thesis that’s frankly, derivative and uninteresting. Not to mention your advisor is about to lose his job. You don’t really think it’s worth it just to work 10 more years on something new once the dust settles, do you?” He made broad steps to close the distance between the two of you, leaning over your shoulder. You had always known that the man was much larger than you, but it was the first time you noticed that it made you nervous. Perhaps that was the first time you acknowledged him for what he really was. Not as a friend or a lover, but as the Doctor, a powerful, dangerous man. 

“Even so, I’m a student here at the Akademiya. I can’t pick up and leave just because you told me to. The answer is no.” You had to firm with him. If you weren’t, if you just went with him, you had a feeling that you would end up as nothing but a puppet, a pretty doll to look at for the rest of your life. What a shame that you hadn’t realized such a fact before it was too late. 

“Is that so?” He seemed more amused than he was angry. You winced as he leaned against you from behind, draping his arms over your shoulder in a way that he perhaps meant to be affectionate but felt more imprisoning with his inhuman strength. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. You shuddered as you felt his breath against you , a pit of fear forming in your stomach that threatened to come out as a scream. 

“And what are your plans as to what happens next? I’m sure that everyone would love to know how interested you’ve been with the things I’ve taught you these past few months. How interested you’ve been in that which you knew to be forbidden.” You froze at his words. Was… That his plan all along? To lure you in, and then blackmail you into never leaving? “Do you really think you could just get away with a slap on the wrist for this? Something as horrid as this, well, I doubt there would be must hesitation to sign your expulsion papers.”

“You… Why? Why are you doing this? Why me?” You could’ve help but let your questions tumble out of your mouth. You felt betrayed, but why? Shouldn’t you have always known the nature of this man? How he takes and takes, giving nothing in return. How absolutely foolish.

“Ah, look at that expression! How fascinating. I wonder, what else could I do to induce these emotions in you? Such lovely features being distorted with such despair…”  He cooed, running his hand over your cheek to wipe away a tear. When did you start crying? You reached up to feel your own tears, attempting to brush the Doctor’s hand away at the same time. 

“We’ll have plenty of time to look at more of your reactions once we reach home. I look forward to our continued work together once we reach Snezhnaya.” As his words reached your ears, you finally broke out of your fog, pulling away from the Doctor. You backed up a bit, but he so easily seemed to just step forward once more, not giving you any space. 

“I don’t care. Even if I become an outcast, I’ll bare with it. I… I can *redeem* myself, I won’t just let you take me away to some lab in a bunker somewhere to do who knows what to me!” You shuddered as thoughts raced through your mind of what might happen. Of how he might cut you open, the fluids he could pour into your body, the *agony* he could cause for you only to stitch you back together. You knew of the consequences though. Why are you so surprised when the chickens come home to roost?

For his part, the Doctor only laughed, leaning down and grabbing you by the chin. His grip was hard, and in the back of your mind you wondered if bruises would form later. He forced you to look up at him, examining your expression with a sort of cold clinical air that you should’ve been used to with him by now. 

“Oh, my dear… You act as though you ever really had a choice.” 

Despite your best attempts, the dam finally broke, and you let out a scream as the horror of the man in front of you finally set in. You thrashed, squirmed, cried, begged, pleaded, did anything you could think of to try and escape this, this agonizing situation that you only had yourself to blame for. 

And for his part, all the Doctor did was laugh. 

#mine #writing #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #my writing #yandere x reader

[just-a-torn-up-masterpiece]

you don't feel pretty, you just feel used - K.B.

(Part of my Red (Taylor's version) fics)

Song - The Lucky One

Pairing - Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary - When your date ignores you Kate is there to show you how you should be treated

18+ : smut; daddy!kate, sub!reader, thigh riding, nothing major idk

Word Count - 2204

A/N - this is kinda shit but i haven't written for like a month and wanted to finally post something also she's so hot and beefy in that gif i-

You were starting to hate SHIELD agents. Sure, maybe it was just one particular agent that was the subject of your anger filled eyes but for tonight, your petty self hates them all. 

You thought it’d be nice, accept an invitation to a Stark party, maybe an Avenger bringing an agent to a party would look good - you didn’t know, you just didn’t want to go alone. So, you accepted their suggestion but of course they’d leave you sitting at the bar alone whilst they flirt with countless other people. You didn’t like them anyway, just thought a crappy trainee agent might enjoy a night out.

So, you let yourself sulk at the bar, dressed to the nines with nobody to appreciate it; feeling annoyed at yourself for thinking you’d finally have somebody to spend one of these repetitive nights with and like you could punch that stupid flirty smile from that stupid agent’s face.

You swilled the syrupy liquid in the bottom of your glass, watered down from the melted ice, cringing at the diluted taste as it burned down your throat. You smiled at the bartender as he slid another over to you, this time with an orange twist balanced on the rim, two fresh cubes of ice surrounded by the dark whiskey.

You couldn’t help but feel slightly sorry for yourself, mindlessly swinging your legs from the barstool, leaning your head on your hand as you looked out at other people who seemed to be having the time of their life. There’s only one person you’d want to spend this time with and you were yet to spot her in the crowds; she had spotted you though, looking over your body where you sat with effortless beauty. Her eyes were drawn to you the moment she stepped into the room and now she was waiting for an opportune time to slip away from the conversation she’d been dragged into.

It was a dull few minutes for her, nodding and smiling politely and quickly calling Sam over when she saw him. He glared at her playfully when she walked away, leaving him to be bored by the businessmen guests with endless questions, a sheepish smile and a shrug thrown his way. She nervously fidgeted with the rings on her fingers as she approached you, loosening her shoulders with a deep breath to psych herself up, mumbling potential opening lines under her breath. She was always nervous around you.

“Uh, hi - fancy seeing you here. At this bar, this party - well, of course you’re at this party, you’re an Avenger and I am too so. I knew you were gonna be here but hi.” She rushed out, blushing at the soft and amused smile you gave her, the same one you always give her.

“Hi Katie.” You smiled, gesturing to the stool beside you which she clumsily climbed onto. You couldn’t help but always smile at her endearing awkwardness, the ways she stumbles over her words. “You look great.” You grinned looking over her outfit, dark suit perfect on her body with a tie loosely hanging down, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your skin burn hot. She always was so effortly attractive, everything about her was perfect to you, the small snort she does when she laughs and the way she rambles about anything and everything. You could listen to her all day.

“You look beautiful.” She smiled, such earnest in her tone and surprisingly no awkward blush, just a completely sincere look in her eyes as she took in the view. 

“Mm, well I’m glad you think so.” You hummed. “My date didn’t seem to.” You shrugged, pointing over to where they had their arms looped around someone else’s waist.

“Well, fuck them.” She grumbled, a blush in her cheeks but this time in annoyance accompanying the angry tone she rarely exudes. “You look perfect - like always.”

“You scrub up pretty perfectly yourself.” You returned, fiddling with the end of her tie where it hung down and she instinctively moved closer. She was so close you heard the breath leave her lips as she looked into your eyes, saw the movement of her neck as she swallowed thickly and the air seemed to heat up between you. “Come with me.” You breathed, pulling her towards you by her tie as you hopped down from the stool.

“Where are we going?” She muttered, following you through the crowds of people as you kept hold of her tie, looking even more beautiful in the brighter light of the hallways. Her hands subconsciously held onto your waist when she stumbled into you from a harsh pull, wrapping the tie around your hand to pull her closer.

“Kiss me.” You breathed, so close to her she could feel your breath against her lips, licking them nervously before using all of her confidence to close the space between you. She tasted like apple juice and vanilla vodka, an odd combination she swore by, her lips were perfectly soft against yours as she pulled you into her with her grip firm on your hips.

The way she kissed you was surprising, confident and sure movement of her lips against yours as she guided you backwards until your back was flush against the wall and her body was pressed against yours. 

Your hands looped around her body, holding onto her back with your hand getting lost in her hair, dark strands wrapped around your fingers as her lips perfectly melded with yours. You gasped slightly at the coldness of her rings against your skin where her hand slipped beneath your shirt to hold onto your waist, giving her the perfect opportunity to slip her tongue past your lips, kissing you with all the confidence you never knew she had.

She left a path of soft kisses across your jaw to your neck, softly biting into the flesh of your neck beneath your ear. “Would you, maybe, wanna go somewhere more private?” She asked beside your ear, grinning widely at you at the eager nod you answered her with, taking your hand and dragging you in the direction of her bedroom. 

You hurried with small giggles through the hallways, bright smiles at the finally revealed attraction you’d been harbouring for one another for a while. You smiled against each other’s mouths as she pulled you back into her as soon as the door shut behind you, laughing at the way you stumbled in your eagerness to be close, clumsily falling onto her bed from the push she gave you.

“I did not mean to push you that hard.” She laughed looking down to you where you sat on the edge of her bed.

“It was kind of hot actually.” You smiled, pulling her into you by her tie and pressing your lips to hers again. She lifted the hem of your shirt questioningly, watching with her lip caught between her teeth when you pulled it over your head and discarded it across the room along with your bra before leaning back on your elbows to watch her do the same.

Her eyes never left yours as she pulled her tie from around her neck, fiddling with the buttons of her shirt to reveal the soft skin beneath, discarding it along with her bra. The sight made your breath hitch in your throat, face flushing under her gaze and the smirk plastered across her lips as she continued to undress until only her underwear remained. 

“Like what you see?” She smirked as she approached you, crawling across to straddle your hips whilst you just dumbly nodded. “Makes a change for you to be the flustered one, huh?” She chuckled, cupping your jaw in her hand with her thumb stroking over your cheek.

“Oh shush.” You huffed though couldn’t help but be flustered more as her lips pressed kisses across your chest and she dragged her nails down your torso leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Can I?” She asked, lifting the hem of your trousers, only tugging them and your underwear from your body after receiving an eager nod from you. “So beautiful.” She muttered, dragging her eyes over your naked body beneath her, adoring the sight she’d longed to feast her eyes upon for so long. 

She positioned herself over your leg, pushing her lips to yours again in a lust filled kiss, lips moving together whilst your hands idly roamed her back and your bare chests pressed together. It was a glorious feeling, finally having her in the way you wanted with her soft skin against yours, only feeling better with the way her fingers danced across your body venturing south.

“This okay?” She asked, her breath hot against your lips from her proximity, as her hand grew ever nearer to where you wanted her most.

“Mhm, please.” You nodded, sighing out at the way she slid her fingers through your folds.

“Fuck, so wet for daddy already huh?” She asked, pushing her fingers into you with ease, the name she’d given herself had only left you craving her more, wanting nothing more in this moment than her, her touch, her lips. 

Her fingers curled inside you, tips brushing over your g-spot in a perfect motion and the heel of her palm brushing over your clit whilst she kissed your neck. Never have you seen her successfully multitask but somehow she was able to push her fingers into you in the best way, bite into the skin of your neck and grind herself onto your thigh all at the same time; if your head wasn’t going fuzzy from the feelings between your thighs you’d be in awe at her skills.

You pulled her face back to yours, stomach twinging in arousal at the moan that bounced from the back of her throat to yours. You pulled away from the kiss with a bite to her bottom lip, leaving a path of kisses across her jaw to her neck, no doubt leaving marks behind from how you sucked onto her skin.

“Daddy, I’m so close.” You breathed out, groaning internally at how her actions slowed at your words.

“Hold it, baby. Cum with me, hm?” She returned, looking down to you with lust blown eyes, her lip bitten between her teeth and her thumb stroking over your cheek where she tenderly cupped your face in her palm. Her breathing quickened as she pushed her clothed centre over your thigh, thrusts growing sloppy as she neared her climax. You gripped onto her hips to aid her movements, fingernails digging into her skin at the sudden pressure of her thumb over your clit. 

“Fuck, I’ve always wondered what you’d look like under me like this. Let me hear you, baby.”

It didn’t take much more for you to fall apart at her touch, moaning out beside her ear as she pressed tentative kisses along your collarbone and the grunt of pleasure she let out through shuddered breaths as she came moments later was music to your ears. 

Your lips reunited in a messy kiss through heaving breaths and lust filled air, tongues swirling together whilst your hands tangled in her hair to hold her close. Her teeth nipped at the skin of your chest, trailing down teasingly slowly as your hand stroked through her hair. She kissed over your thighs, softly biting into the flesh before looking directly into your eyes as her tongue licked a stripe through your folds to your clit.

The confidence and intensity of her gaze was enough to set your skin on fire, a feeble whining at the pleasure of her lips latching onto you with a suck. She hummed at the sweet taste of you on her tongue, wrapping her arms around your legs with her nails digging into your thighs with dominance to keep your hips from bucking upwards in search of your release.

Your hand tugged on her hair with her actions, skilled lapping of her tongue over your aching bud and a stare that never wavered; watching your mouth hang open with heavy breath and choked moans, your eyes scrunching closed from the pleasure. The sight was perfect to her, only spurring on her motions.

“Fuck, Kate. ‘M so close.” You stuttered out, hand squeezing into a fist tangled within her hair making her groan against you. The vibrations of the sound along with the particularly harsh suck onto your clit was enough to send you over the edge, cumming into her mouth with a moan.

You looked down to see her hungry eyes on you still, her tongue swiping over her glistening lips cleaning away every drop of you she could as she crawled back over you.

“You taste so good, princess.” She muttered, kissing you again and you could taste yourself on your tongue. You rolled her over to switch positions, straddling her waist and looking down at the beautiful sight, eagerly pressing your lips to every bit of skin you could.

“My turn.” You smirked, kissing your way down her body as she watched with her bottom lip gripped between her teeth. “Let me make you feel good, daddy.”

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x you #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop fanfiction #mcu #marvel mcu #marvel wlw #marvel x reader #avengers #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfic #boyfriend hailee #hailee my beloved #hailee steinfeld

[ittybittyhogan]

Just Friends - Cedric Diggory Imagine

This is a edited version of Series of Pleasant Firsts by shadowbriar, so if you like this story you should go check out their blog.

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader Warnings: None

Word Count: 3k Description: When the walls between love and friendship start to crumble, will either of them be brave enough to take a leap of faith and tear it to shambles? Idk how to describe this story. It’s just fluff.

She watches as he tries to break his own record at stone skipping with a wide smile. He’s always been so gifted with outdoor activities. Both muggle and wizard sports. His cheeks are always tinted with rose color from the burn of the sun, his skin gleams from the sheer layer of sweat. Cedric Diggory is a beautiful boy, indeed.

She misses this. Spending quality time with him, just the two of them. Having separate houses in Hogwarts was starting to create distance between them. And it didn’t help that the friends they made were not in the same circle. Him with his popular little Miss and Mister Perfect friends while she finds comfort with the more quiet and reserved flock.

“Come and take a dip with me.” Cedric says with a smile, panting as he takes his top off.

“No.” She says shortly, looking back to her book “I’d rather stay dry, thank you very much.”

“Oh, come on! You’ve even got your swimsuit on! It’d be a shame to not test the water.”

She didn’t budge, glueing her eyes to the pages.

“I promise your book will still be here once we’re done.” Cedric says, as he gently takes her book away and tosses it to the picnic basket. “Besides, you kind of owe it to this lake. Remember how we would go here every other weekend? It’s been ages, so you have to take a dip.”

He didn’t let her have another minute of thought as he pulled her by the waist, practically dragging her to the water. Her screams echo as he throws her in, soaking her entire body with the cold water. She wanted to be angry at him for not giving her the chance to take her cardigan off, but it’s hard to stay mad at him. Especially when his eyes glisten as he laughs like this.

Their smiles bloom even wider as she begins to splash water on him. They playfully drown each other until he admits defeat, evidently letting her win just to please her. Now they’re standing close in front of each other with smiles still tugging on their lips, making the most of time to study each other’s features.

He's changed a lot. Cedric was always a beautiful boy and yet somehow he’s grown even more handsome, if it was even possible. His jawline is more defined, cheeks more hollow as he lost his baby fat. It was as if his face was sculpted by the Greek Gods and Goddesses themselves.

“You’re staring.” He says, biting down a smile.

“So are you.”

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?”

She blushes.

“Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

And there it is. Any guy. Not I would be lucky to have you.

It’s frustrating at times how gentle and tender Cedric’s gesture could lead her on. There are more than a handful occasions where she could have sworn that he sees her more than a best friend. The way he treats her is different than how he did when they were still children. She feels like Cedric is treating her like a lady instead of a mere friend.

A lady, whose heart he wishes to win.

“Let’s not talk about boys. I have enough girlfriends chirping in my ears about them at school.” She says, rolling her eyes as she walked to the edge of the lake “I wouldn't be able to bear you lecturing me about them, too."

Cedric smiles, amused as he swims further to the middle “Why, what do your friends talk to you about?”

“You know, how everyone is apparently dating everybody else. How they’ve had their first kisses already and how pleasant a date in Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop is. All those sappy things I’m sure your friends are also on about.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” He chuckles lightly “I’m sure they’re not half as bad as you say they are.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re always swarmed with beautiful girls who are willing to drop their knickers down for you anytime. I, on the other hand, am not so lucky when it comes to romance.”

“Come on, that’s hardly true. I've heard every single one of my guy friends talk about you at some time or another."

“Well, the next time you hear any of them talk about me, do send them my way. I’m tired of waiting for some guy to ask me on a date.” She groans. “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet.”

Cedric raises his brows, “You haven’t had your first kiss?”

“Nope.” She says while shaking her head. “Pathetic, right?”

She walks to their picnic spot, placing her wet cardigan on a tree nearby tree so it could dry. She dries herself with a towel, brows slightly furrowed at the sight of Cedric coming out of the lake too. He’s usually not out until the sun’s down.

“I have an idea.” He says, looking quite unsure of himself “But you have to promise me you won't kill me and throw my body in the lake.”

She raises an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“To tell you the truth, I haven’t had my first kiss yet either.” Cedric admits, cheeks looking rosy at the confession “I’ve only lied to my friends to get them off my back.”

“Who did you tell them you had your first kiss with?”

“You.”

She went mute.

The flush on her cheeks was probably more crimson than his now. His eyes were still glued on her, intently examining her reaction. For the first time in her life, she’s seen Cedric flustered.

“So seeing that we have a common problem and how I've dragged your name into my lie, I was thinking.. Maybe we could just.. You know, have this over with?”

She blinks rapidly, trying to process his words. He’s still standing there, unnerved. His eyes were awaiting an answer, fingers fidgeting as he waited patiently for a sign.

She hesitantly asked him, “You want to.. Kiss me?”

“Only if you’re ok with it.”

She silently pinched herself, trying to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming. Cedric Diggory is really asking if he can kiss her. Though his reasoning is plainly based as a friendly favour, she still finds it hard to accept the fact that he wanted to kiss her.

“Alright.”

He grins, sighing in relief, “Brilliant.”

“So how would we do this?”

“I- I don’t know.” He admits, sounding unsure himself “I mean, we’d just.. You know, kiss.”

“Okay. Of course. Right.” She nods timidly, trying to maintain her composure “Should I keep my eyes open? Or would you find it more comfortable if I close them?”

“Open them, please.” He says softly as he takes a step closer, placing her hand on her jawline “I’d like to see your eyes.”

She nods.

It’s getting harder for her to stay relaxed. With every inch he’s closing in, she finds her body to be more rigid, afraid that one wrong movement would make him pull away and change his mind. She wanted this to happen so badly. She's prayed about this moment for years, and now her dream was going to become a reality. She could only hope that he wouldn’t hear her racing heart.

“I’m going in, okay?”

She could only reply with a nod.

She closes her eyes as he leans in. Within seconds she could feel Cedric’s soft lips touching hers, gently brushing over each other. She could feel the electricity jolting through her body with every peck. For a first kiss, he sure knows his way around.

“Wow.” He breathed as he pulled away, eyes still closed as if he tried to cling onto the feelings longer “We should’ve done that sooner.”

“Shut up.”

She shoves his shoulder playfully, trying to hide her tomato face.

The kiss would certainly haunt her mind for weeks, if not months.

“So, uh, we’re still friends, right?” Cedric asks, rubbing his neck “I mean, the kiss.. It didn’t change our friendship, right?”

She bites down the heartbreak, nodding and smiling, “Of course.”

“Brilliant.”

Again, she could have sworn she saw disappointment in his eyes. As if he was feeling the very same bitterness she’s feeling right now. But as he said it himself, the kiss changes nothing. They’re still friends. Just like they’ve always been.

Just friends.

---

The Hufflepuff boy runs to her, a smile plastered on his face. The fact that he's been searching for her all over the castle is evident by the sweat trickling down his forehead. His face was slightly red, panting as he tried to control his breathing.

“Hey there Champion.” She teases, fixing his tie, which crooked from all the running. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“I’ve been looking for you.” He says between pants “You would not believe what just happened.”

Her brows furrow, intrigued at what he’s saying, "What happened?”

“I asked Cho Chang to be my date for the Yule Ball and she said yes!”

The smile on her face starts to dissipate. Her eyes were starting to look blank as she let the words sink in. He’s asked another girl to be his date. How foolish of her to think he was going to ask her instead.

“That’s brilliant, Ced.” She says with fake excitement, smiling, though it could not reach her eyes “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks.” He nods, looking proud of himself “I have to be honest with you, I was worried she'd say no, because I heard Potter was planning on asking her too. Thank Merlin she chose me instead.”

She nods, still forcing a smile, “Good for you, Ced.”

The rest of his word become a background noise she tries so hard not to show how heartbroken she is, feeling suffocated as the pounding of her heart rings in her ears. Though he’s always been surrounded with girls, there has never been one Cedric was evidently interested in. Everyone just comes and goes, becoming one of the many names mentioned in his stories.

She’s always known that one day or another she would have to face the fact that he would find a girl and have his world gravitate toward her, leaving her alone as a lost satellite. No matter how much she wanted him to know that he is her sun, she knows that in his universe, she was just another passing star.

“So, uh, how about you? I heard you're going with McLaggen.” Cedric says, bringing her back to reality “I didn’t know you two are close.”

“No, no we’re not.” She says flatly, not looking at him “He asked me but I haven’t said yes. I was waiting for someone else but I supposed I’ve kept him waiting too long, I should give him an answer now.”

“Wait, you were waiting for someone else?” Cedric asked, stopping her as she begins to walk away. “Who?”

“It doesn’t matter, Ced.”

The sparkle in his eyes dulls as he puts the pieces together, “You were waiting for me, weren’t you?”

“Just forget it. It’s not like we owe each other anything.” She says harshly, her tone coming out a little bit more rude than she intended “Besides, not everything has to be shared with a friend.”

Cedric’s eyebrows rose, looking offended, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying,” She turns to him, hands balled into a fist as she tries to control her disappointment that is now turning to anger “We should stop gatekeeping each other's feelings because it’s getting toxic.”

Cedric was appalled. He doesn’t understand where all her anger was coming from. If anything, he should be the one to be angry at her. She was the one who’s gotten a date first before him. He should be the one saying all these hurtful truths.

“Fine. Consider said feelings gone. From now on we don’t know each other.”

She nods, choking back the tears threatening to spill from her beautiful eyes. “Done.”

---

Ever since their fallout about their Yule Ball date, they haven't exchanged a word. Still, that doesn't mean he hasn't gotten her full support through his tasks. Her worry was growing deeper and deeper with each task passed. Though Cedric won first place on the second task, knowing how Harry barely got out of the water in time was enough of a nightmare for her to live with.

Screw their argument, she thought. She’d rather have him break her heart daily than to live with the thought of him away, not knowing if he was safe or not. If she has to live the rest of her life with him being oblivious to her feelings then so be it. Any of that would be better than not being able to comfort him when he’s in trouble.

And so she finds herself struggling to meet Cedric. She squeezed herself into the crowd of Champions and their supporters but the Hufflepuff boy was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he went somewhere right after the second task score announcement was made. Helping Cho to get warm or something.

But just before her heart turns desperate, she hears her name being called.

She could recognize his voice anywhere, anytime. Before she could say anything, Cedric has already wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in a big wet hug as he pulls her close. Her body heat is his only source of warmth, gritting his teeth in coldness as he rests his head on the crook of her neck.

“I was so worried they’d taken you to the lake.” He says, frantically examining her face “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. It’s you I’m worried about!”

“Merlin.” Cedric sighs in relief, pulling her back close to his chest “They’re trying to get me killed, for real. If not from the tasks then from a heart attack, I swear.”

“Don’t say things like that.” She protested, feeling scared of the thought “You know I hate it.”

Cedric couldn’t find the right words, so instead he just chuckles lightly, tightening his embrace on her. Helga knows how much he'd missed having her in his arms. He peppers her forehead with kisses, trying to ease both of their worries.

She didn’t know why, but the waves of emotions made her cry. The worry, the stress, and frustration of not being able to be there with him has driven her crazy. Now that he’s here, giving her the very embrace she’s longed for, she couldn’t help but to shed a tear or two.

“Hey, listen,” Cedric says, breaking the hug as cups her face, gazing into her eyes deeply “I know that things haven’t been pretty lately and I know I have the bigger part at fault for that, but I really can’t spend another day without you. If you want to hate me, then hate me but hate me close enough that I can still see and touch you.”

“Ced-”

“No, I’m not done.” He cuts her off, still frantic from the adrenaline “I know we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember but I’m willing to burn that bridge and build another one with you. I don’t want us to be just friends anymore. I want you to continue being my first. My first friend, my first kiss, my first heartbreak, my first everything.”

She nods at his words, and begins crying harder.

“And if you’d have me, I’ll try my best to be your very last. I know we’re still young, but being there in the lake- Screw it.”

Not wasting another second, he finally connects their lips. The very same feelings they felt years ago when they shared their first kiss by the lake washes over them. In fact, this time the feelings were magnified. Their despair and crave for one another has certainly enhanced their hunger.

She finds herself melting under his touch. Cedric’s kiss was more demanding than she remembered. This time he kisses her with greed, trying to make sure that she knows just how lost he is without her. He wanted her to know that she is the only remedy to his broken heart.

“Wait,” She says as she breaks the kiss, earning a confused and disappointed look from him “What about Cho?”

“She understands.”

Cedric paid no mind to his words before continuing the kiss. He has certainly found something new he hates most in this entire universe- being interrupted as they kiss.

“Wait, Ced.”

Cedric lets out a huff of exasperation, “What? What is it this time?”

“Mr. Diggory.” An authoritative voice calls from behind. Cedric has to bite the embarrassment down when he turns to see Professor McGonagall eyeing them with her strict eyes “You are expected at the Headmaster’s office along with the other Champions. I’m sure the two of you can continue your business later.”

Cedric nods, pursing his lips in embarrassment, “Yes, Professor.”

Professor McGonagall gives one last nod before turning on her heels to return to the castle.

She has to bite down her laughter as Cedric turns back to see her. Her cheeks were pink, embarrassed yet blissful at the same time.

“I have to go now.” Cedric says softly, smiling before adding “I’ll find you once I’m done.”

She nods, grinning, “Alright.”

He quickly plants another kiss on her lips.

“Just go.” She says with a giggle, smiling in between his kisses.

Cedric smiles, pulling her into another kiss before finally walking away.

She watches as his figure slowly drifts away. Her heart is still swelling from the new reality she’s trying so hard to comprehend. She bites her lower lip, trying to prevent herself from grinning like a lunatic. From then on, she knows that whatever first she has to do, she’s sure that they would only be a series of pleasant firsts with him.

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory x female reader #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory imagine #harry potter

[sillyfluffs]

(Ignoring me?? Lee!Velvet Ler!Veneer)

More lee Velvet cause I need it in my soul bc I love women pfft and idk what happened to all the content so I’m making more urgggh I’m starving

Velvet huffed and pouted while sitting on her bed.

Veneer had set her off yet again today. It was over something small and petty of course.

Velvet was a drama queen though and had to prove a point. So she was ignoring Veneer.

Veneer was obviously the very persistent, annoying brother that he was though. And he was right up next to her, trying to convince her to talk to him.

“C’mon Vels, I said I was sorry! Please don’t ignore me…”

He was actually getting kinda sad at this.

Velvet didn’t budge though. She avoided his gaze and stayed silent.

Veneer knew what she was doing, and he knew she was trying to get under his skin. Well it was working.

He huffed a little, and made attempts to make her laugh with silly faces, or to at least have an annoyed reaction at his antics. It would normally work as kids. But Velvet remained with her resting bitch face (lol)

Veneer was growing frustrated.

“Oh cmon Vel you can’t just ignore me forever!”

Velvet of course thought in her head “I can and I will” but did not speak and didn’t react to him whatsoever.

Veneer was huffing, but then thought of an idea. Oh that would be perfect.

He smirked rather deviously.

“I guess if you won’t respond to me, I’ll have to make you…~”

Velvet couldn’t help but feel a little worried.

He sat behind her and stretched his noodle arms towards her, wrapping her tight in them so she couldn’t escape or protest. A soft gasp escaped Velvet, but before she could question him, she felt a few pokes going at her sides.

Velvet tried not to laugh, but she lost her composure quickly, squealed and immediately giggled uncontrollably much to her dismay.

“Vehheheeneheer! Nohoho!”

Veneer had the most smug smirk ever on his face and raised an eyebrow.

“Hm~? What’s wrong sis? Can’t ignore me anymore?” He chuckled and started scribbling and tickling along her sides, amused by her cute giggling and squeals that escaped her lips.

Velvet was embarrassed by the undignified noises coming out of her mouth, bubbly and childishly laughing away as her sensitive sides and armpits were attacked.

“AHHHYEEEHEHEHEAHAHEHEHEE!! STAHAHHAP IHIHHIHIT!!”

Velvet was groaning and huffing, pretending to be angry in between her laughter. Veneer wasn’t born yesterday though, he knew she secretly enjoyed the attention. Otherwise, he’d be flipped across the room right about now.

“Hmm let me think, nope~!” He began tickling all along her stomach as well causing even more squeals and giggles to come out of Velvet.

“NOHOHOHEHEEHEHEE!! HAHAHHAHAVEHEHNEHEHER!! IHIHI WILL KIHIHILL YOHOU!!”

She threatened him through laughter, but Veneer knew she wasn’t sincere. He scoffed and pretended to be offended.

“My my sis, that’s not very nice! You should apologize~ besides, how will you do that if I’ve got you all stuck like this hm~?”

He kept tickling her stomach for a good while listening to her squeals and loud laughs, feeling her tummy quiver before slowly going down to her hips, causing her to bounce and squeal even more in his grasp.

“NOHOHO VEHEHNEEHEHER STAHAHHAAP! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!”

“Yesss there~ you like it here don’t you~? I remember when we were kids playing around, you always squealed so loudly at this spot~ looks like that hasn’t changed~”

Velvet continued to laugh and buck hysterically, now uncontrollably bucking upwards and nearly head butting him, but Veneer was unfazed by this. He quickly dodged and kept a tight grip around her continuing his little “assault” on her.

“STAHAHAHAP AHAHAHATTACKING ME!!” Velvet smacked the bed hard, if Veneer were any closer he may have gotten hit too.

Velvet teared up through laughter and blushes hard in embarrassment, Veneer now moving down to her thighs.

“These little guys were always so sensitive too~ Looks like you can’t ignore me when you’re this sensitive~ poor sis…” he faked feeling sorry for her for a moment before chuckling and continuing tickling her, listening to her sweet laughter followed by angry groans and whines in between.

“PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHHAP VEHEHHEHEN!!”

Velvet only ever calls Veneer “Ven” when she’s desperate, and she definitely was now. Her dignity was definitely leaving her. She could no longer be the “cool” sister that she pretended to be when she was being tickled silly. Her true, silly nature was showing and it obviously embarrassed her a lot. Veneer adored this side of his sister though and wanted to see it more often.

Veneer kept his smug grin. “Nah ah ah~ not until you apologize!”

He scribbled behind her knees and watched with a little giggle as Velvet squealed and kicked the bed.

“NOHOHOHOHO!!”

Veneer chuckled and kept at it for a bit before slowly moving down to her feet.

“Let’s not forget these guys~! They’ve always been sooo sensitive too~”

He held them up in one arm and scribbled along her feet with his other hand watching her scream and laugh hysterically while smacking the bed some more.

“OHOHOHOGOHOHODNOHOHOHO!! VEHHEHEENEEHHEHHEER PLEHEHHEEAHAHASEE!!”

Veneer smirked and kept going, watching her crumble.

“You know how to get me to stop Vel~ just one word!”

Velvet was being absolutely stubborn and was completely red, she squealed and kept hitting the bed spastically.

“I HEHEHEHAHAHHAHATE HAHAHHAYOHOHOU!!”

Ven shook his head and continued.

“Nope, not at quite Vels. You’ll get it soon I’m sure!”

He kept tickling her feet even more until she was snorting and crying with laughter.

“AHAHAHHEHEHEHEHHEE!! OHOHOAHAHAKAHAHAY IHIHIM SAHAHHAREHEHEHEE PLEHEHEASE JUHHUST STAHAHAHAAP!!”

Veneer chuckled as soon as he heard her sorry, deciding to have some mercy and let her take a breather. He smiled fondly down at her.

“I knew you couldn’t stay mad for long~”

Velvet huffed and pretended to pout at him. He smirked and wiggled his fingers above her.

“Need another go sis~?”

She blushed frantically turning away and shaking her head, letting Veneer giggle in amusement.

“Just kidding~”

Velvet huffed a little and laid her head on Veneer’s lap, letting him gently stroke her hair until she dozed off on him. Veneer just smiled down at his sister and let her enjoy her nap.

#lee!velvet #trolls 3 tickle #ler!veneer #velvet and veneer tickle #sfw tickle community #tickle fanfic #tickle #tickle content #trolls tickle #velvet and veneer #fluff

[galacticgraffiti]

𑁍⋆ Eya - Ep. VII ⋆𑁍

Rating: General Wordcount: 3.7k Characters: Eya (Nautolan!OC), Kad (Clone Trooper!OC), Minretesh (Togruta Smuggler!OC), mention of Katla (belongs to @rowansparrow) Warnings: none, really. some situational anxiety that gets resolved, some (oblivious) flirting

A/N: If anyone guesses who Minnie's 'uncle' is I'm giving you a reward. Idk what the reward is yet, but please, please give me your wildest guesses! I would love to hear what you think...

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A Mandalorian, a Clonetrooper and a Smuggler Walk into a Bar...

Coruscant 20 BBY

Kad’s comm rings. Eya sighs and calls out for him, but he doesn’t respond. After a while, the noise stops, and Eya rolls back over. They are way too exhausted to get him, he’ll be back in a minute anyways.

Only- after two second of silence, the ringing starts again. 

Eya huffs in annoyance, and picks up. Kad won’t mind, it’s probably just one of his brothers anyways.

But the voice that sounds from the device when Eya clicks the button to accept is unfamiliar to them.

“Kad? Man, where are you-“

“This is Eya,” Kyreya interrupts the voice at the other end of the line.

“Eya?” 

Kyreya can positively hear the other person think.

“I… Kad has mentioned your name. You sound… different from what I imagined.”

Eya chuckles.

“Will you tell me who I am speaking to?”

“What? Oh! Oh, sorry, it’s- sorry, it’s been a long day. This is Minnie!”

Eya furrows their brow.

“You might know me, but I’ve never heard of you,” they say. Their statement is met by silence at the other end of the comm. Then, a slightly guilty voice.

“I… yeah. I told him not to. The less people know of me the better. For everyone involved.”

Oh. How mysterious… and shady.

“And yet you’re still talking to me.” Eya’s voice is slightly amused. “And you told me your name within the first minute of this call.You’re not very good at keeping secrets, are you?”

Laughter sounds through the static of the comm line.

“You got me there,” the woman says. “You… I mean I feel like I know you. Kad talks a lot of you whenever we- well. Anyways… Before I let anything else slip, just tell him Minnie called, will you? He should call me back as soon as he can, or the window is gonna close. He knows that.”

Before Eya can say anything else, the comm clicks. This… Minnie person just hung up.

Eya stares at the blinking light, contemplating this confusing interaction. They’re still holding the comm in their large hand when Kad walks back into the room, two steaming cups in his hands.

“Here you go!” He smiles and Eya automatically smiles back. Something in his face exudes a calm happiness that gets them every time. It always feels like nothing bad can happen as long as Kad is around.

“You had a call,” Eya informs him while reaching for one of the mugs in his hand. Kad plops down next to them, cocking his head in response to their blunt statement.

“A call? I’ve been gone for what, a couple minutes and-“

“I thought it might be Kal,” Eya says quickly. “I didn’t mean to snoop, I just-“

“It’s fine.” Kad puts his hand on their thigh. “I’m not scolding you. Who was it?”

“She said her name was Minnie,” Eya recounts. “And for you to call her back ASAP.”

Kad’s hands tighten around his mug. His face goes strangely expressionless as he takes a deep breath.

“You spoke to Minnie?”

Eya has never seen him like this. He smells… anxious. Nervous.

“I didn’t- not really. She just told me her name and said she… she said she knew of me. That you’d mentioned me.”

Kad makes a noncommittal noise and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He puts down his mug and takes the comm from Eya’s extended hand.

“I’ll be right back.” His tone is short, but Eya can feel that he’s not angry, not really. Just… nervous. Why, they couldn’t say.

Kad vanishes into the next room, and Eya can make out his muffled voice through the wall, though they can’t hear what exactly he is saying. The supposed call doesn’t take more than a few minutes, and when Kad reappears, he is wearing the civvies he keeps in Eya’s flat for when he has time to stay longer. The barracks aren’t exactly the place to keep civilian clothes - being as they technically are against regulations.

Eya narrows their eyes.

“Where are we going?”

“I am going to meet Minnie.” Kad says, pointedly stressing the “I.”

Eya gets up from the floor, placing one hand on Kad’s shoulder, and Kad sighs deeply.

“No point in trying to convince you that everything is fine and I can go alone, huh?”

“None,” Eya says cheerily, hastily strapping on their holsters.

“You don’t need those,” Kad sighs. “We’ll be perfectly safe.”

Eya wants to answer, It didn’t sound like it, or I don’t trust this Minnie. They don’t. They just shrug.

“Never hurts.” They grab the keys from the bowl by their door. “We’re taking my bike.”

****

The entire ride, Kad offers no explanation of who Minnie is or what it is they are doing. Eya doesn’t ask, they just punch in the coordinates and follow the nav’s suggested route.

They assumed their destination would be in the lower levels. Everything about the call, from Minnie’s vague answers to Kad’s obvious discomfort with Eya learning about his… friend… suggested it.

They are surprised when the nav takes them up. Not all the way to the surface, but farther up than anyone they know lives, except Lys.

Far enough that there is actual sunlight reflecting in some windows. 

Eya twists around to look at Kad, but he just shrugs and says nothing. It’s unusual for him to be so quiet. Normally, he is a source of joyful laughter and entertainment. Kyreya wonders if they should have actually let him go alone. 

The nav brings them to a small landing platform alongside one of the bigger downwards tunnels. Eya lands carefully, parking their bike next to newer, shinier versions of itself, next to city speeders that cost more than they make in an entire standard.

Once they get off, Kyreya turns to Kad, who shifts uncomfortably.

“Kad’ika.” They place one hand on his shoulder, one of their tendrils curling around his arm when he extends his hand. “I know I said I wouldn’t let you go alone but you seem… strange. I’ll wait here if that’s what you want. Whatever this is.”

Kad grins, a shadow of his usual relaxed ease flashing across his face.

“Hmm, thank you dear. But I think it’s about time you met Minnie anyways. If I didn’t know any better I’d say she’s spying on me and waited for a moment where she’d catch you if she called. She’s been… curious. About you.”

Eya’s tendrils curl as they contemplate Kad’s confession. Then, they nod.

“Whatever you say. Can’t say that I’m not curious either… You’re sure you’re not in any danger?”

Kad chuckles.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m sure. I promise I’ll explain, it’s just… easier to do it now and talk later. We need to hurry.”

He drags Eya over to the glowing window front they parked in front of. It’s a restaurant of some kind, a nice place like the ones Eya used to take… they interrupt themself. Katla is gone. Don’t think about it now. What was will never be.

The look the hostess shoots them when they enter the establishment is priceless even without the extra sniff of pitying disgust that Eya gets. 

“I’m sorry, all of our tables are-“

“We are expected in one of the private lounges,” Kad interrupts her confidently. He leans closer, and the lady can’t seem to help but imitate his secrecy. Kad smiles at her.

“Minretesh Rowe.”

It sounds like a password, and it obviously does its job. A fake smile appears on the face of the hostess, her teeth shining nearly as bright as Eya’s own. Only the metal coating is missing, but even with that, Eya doesn’t think the hostess’ teeth could be shinier.

“Of course! Of course, if you’ll just follow me.” 

She leads them down a comfortably illuminated corridor Eya didn’t even really notice before. For someone who is usually very aware of their surroundings, that’s quite a feat, and Eya wonders if it is on purpose. Probably is. Who the hells is this Minnie person to warrant such secrecy?

Two doors hiss open, and the hostess bows.

“You’ll know the way from here, I assume?” she asks. The way she says it makes Eya think of the way their crewmates challenged each other without ever really saying anything at all. You’re sure you know how to use that? The hostess’ voice sounds like that. Like a challenge, a test. You’ve been here before, right? You belong here, right?

She reminds Eya of all the upper class snobs that used to watch blood drip off their knuckles in the ring, sipping Corellian whisky and talking about the latest fashions while Kyreya - while Jaro - fought for their amusement.

“We do, thank you,” Kad replies smoothly, placing his hand on Eya’s back and steering them towards the last booth on the right side of the open bar. 

It is quiet in here, a small band playing discreet Glimmik in the corner, the air filled with murmurs in different languages though there’s no one to see except a bartender droid behind the counter. Eya’s tendrils curl as they try to establish a baseline of atmosphere, but all they catch is neutrally guarded courteousness and the occasional whiff of… greed?

Hm. That is not very telling at all, and it makes Eya even more unsure of what to expect.

Kad leads them into the booth at the corner, and keys in some sort of code. The doors slide open and Kad quickly pulls Eya inside before the doors quickly shut again.

Kyreya’s hands automatically ball into fists, and they bare their teeth before their eyes adjust to the light. The air tastes of… anticipation. Amusement. Genuine care, but also impatience.

“Hmm, here you are. I was wondering if you’d make it.”

Eya’s eyes snap to the origin of the sound, and the sight nearly takes their breath away.

A Togruta sits in one of the velvet seats, leaned back in feigned relaxation, her legs crossed. Long lekku drape across her shoulders, marked with intricate patterns on wine coloured skin. Her face is so pale blue it seems to nearly glow in the dark, an impression that is only amplified by the strings of beads around the Togruta’s montrals.

Her voice is missing the static that comes with comms from a planet as densely populated as Coruscant, but the faint accent and the distinct note of superiority are unmistakable, even from the short amount of time Eya has heard her voice.

“You must be Minnie,” they say, baring their teeth at the beautiful woman. Minnie laughs and inclines her head, her dark eyes travelling across Eya’s massive body from tendril to toe. Kyreya has to fight down the urge to look away, instead focusing their pale cybernetic eye on Minnie’s small, soft body to scan for hidden weapons.

“I prefer that strangers call me Minretesh, actually.” Her voice is smooth and not unfriendly. “You must be Eya.”

Eya blinks, storing the information about the two hidden double-vibroblades in Minretesh’s thigh holsters in the very forefront of their mind. Inwardly, they smirk at Minretesh’s response. Two can play that game.

“Actually, I prefer that strangers call me Kyreya.”

Minretesh lets out a short, dry laugh that won’t fit her soft, sweet body at all. Eya has to fight against the happy little dance their tendrils want to dance because they made Minretesh laugh.

“Hm. Very good. Pleased to meet you, Kyreya.” She bows her head, touching her chest in three places, and Eya’s eyes go wide in surprise. That’s a Nautolan gesture, the greeting of the three hearts. 

It’s a form of hello, one that is used to signify purity of intention, a promise of trust, and an untranslatable sense of what Eya can only call pre-respect. The common respect towards people who have neither proven or earned, nor disproven their worthiness of trust.

Before they can help themself, their hands have already repeated the Togruta’s greeting. Minretesh’s eyes twinkle in the low light.

“There. Now we are not strangers anymore. I am Minnie.”

Eya opens their mouth to respond, but Kad’s impatient voice cuts in from the side.

“Now that everyone has met and flirted enough, can we get down to business? I thought it was urgent, Minnie.”

Minretesh’s dark eyes never leave Eya as they carefully sit next to Kad, squeezing onto the bench that is far too narrow to hold them both. Part of Eya wonders if that was intentional.

“I did say that, didn’t I?” Minnie clicks her tongue. “Well then. Since you brought a friend I assume last time didn’t go over too well?”

Kad shakes his head.

“No, that’s just coincidence. We’re fine, the guard is… fine. Took some convincing but we’re all grateful.”

Eya watches the conversation unfold, still not entirely understanding what is happening.

It is only when Minnie starts listing items - mostly foods, some fabrics, some holovid titles Eya recognises - that the kelp finally lifts.

They’ve been wondering how the guard has so many nice things. How they have snacks in their barracks, how Kal gets the expensive coloured inks for their tattoos. How Fox’s caf is the only one that tastes decent in the entire GAR.

It’s all because of Minnie. Minnie, who is a smuggler.

The realisation hits Eya like a speedertrain, but their body stays still. They don’t betray their surprise. Kad still knows, somehow. A small, tan hand is placed on Eya’s knee underneath the table. A small gesture that is meant to call them down and tell them - we’ll talk about it later.

Eya does not calm down; in fact, their mind is going about a million parsecs a minute. This is dangerous, yes. But not because of Minnie, as they had thought. Minnie herself it not the danger here.

This is dangerous for Kad. Because Kad could be court-martialled for importing illegal items. Because Kad could be reprogrammed for breaking the law in any capacity. Because Kad could be executed for treason.

Minnie isn’t the danger. Her occupation is.

Kyreya wants to get up, get out of here, to scream at Kad that this isn’t worth it, to ask why he would put himself in danger like this and not even wait for an answer before they drag him out of here. They want to leave, to banish Minnie and the danger she represents from Coruscant forever.

Eya does none of it. Eya sits patiently, their hands curled tightly into fists, and fights the urge of their tendrils to twitch wildly as they project the fear inside Eya’s head to the world. Hey can’t let that slip.

Minretesh’s eyes are still on them. Even as she goes through lists and flight plans with Kad, she never looks away for more than a few seconds before she focuses on Eya again. It’s disquieting.

Finally, when Minnie starts to pack in her datapad, and Kad shifts next to Eya, they snap.

“What the fuck’s your problem?”

Their voice is bitingly cold, the anger palpable in the air even without the expressive language of their tendrils. 

Minnie blinks slowly.

“What do you mean?”

Eya gnashes their teeth at the calm response.

“You’ve been staring at me this entire time. Are you afraid I’ll attack you? Do you think I’ll report you and risk Kad being sent away to get reprogrammed - or worse? WHAT?”

Minretesh’s cheeks go a very lovely shade of purple, a colour that makes her freckles stand out even more. Eya closes their eyes. No distractions. Family must be protected at all costs.

“Oh.” The Togruta seems to search for words, and Eya can feel Kad’s shoulders shaking next to them. They throw him an annoyed look, but their anger is only met with… amusement? Eya’s eyes snap back to Minretesh, who looks like she’s about ready to flee the scene and never come back.

“I just-“ she pauses and takes a deep breath. “Kad mentioned you. How funny you were, how well you got to know each other. How good you are at your job.” She pauses again, and Eya shakes their head.

“And?” They don’t understand. “If Kad told you about me, then why are you acting like-”

Minretesh blushes an even deeper shade of purple.

“He never mentioned how pretty you were,” she mumbles then. “How- how absolutely fucking stunning.”

It’s the first curse word she has used since Eya and Kad have arrived. It hits right in the middle of all three of Eya’s hearts.

They breathe in sharply, lost for words.

Minnie shakes her head as to refocus, rising from her seat. Eya automatically does the same. Minnie barely reaches their shoulder, though her Montrals could nearly poke Eya’s eye out.

Eya resists the urge to square their shoulders as they look down at the small Togruta. Everything inside them screams to protect. Not that Minnie needs it. The kyuzo petar hidden in her holsters are a weapon only used by skilled warriors, so must have been trained. And yet…

Eya shies back when Minnie raises her hands, then leans into the touch as her delicate fingers trace a path between their three hearts. A Nautolan goodbye, though the path is usually drawn with tendrils. Safe travels, friend. That’s what it means. Eya wonders if Minnie knows what else it implies. May your future paths lead you back to me. May we meet again.

“Kad can give you my frequency. It’s encrypted so I’ll know it’s you.”

And with that, Minnie turns around abruptly and stalks out of the booth, throwing a hasty “Goodbye, dear!” in Kad’s direction.

Eya stands there and seems to have forgotten how to breathe air.

Kad’s hand sneaks its way into Eya’s, and when they turn to look down at him, there is a broad smile on his lips, blinding as the sun.

They bare their teeth at his obvious glee.

“Not. One. Word.”

But they can’t help grinning back.

****

Minretesh Rowe has not been speechless often. In fact, her tongue is usually so much quicker than her brain that she gets in trouble for it. Regularly.

But the Nautolan that stepped in just moments prior makes Minnie forget every word she has ever known except one. Want.

And when the Nautolan stares back at her with burning eyes and fluttering tendrils, Minnie knows that she is not the only one who feels that way.

Whatever Kad has said, not once did he mention what Eya looked like. A Nautolan, that is all Minnie knew. A good friend, a loyal one. About the only one Kad has outside of his squad, so Don’t worry Minnie, it’ll be fine. They’ll never betray us.

Now, taking in the expanse of Eya’s scarred lilac skin, Minnie believes every word.

Eya stares and stares and doesn’t look away, and Minnie knows she is doing the same. She wonders whether Eya thinks of her as a danger, whether they have detected all of the hidden weapons Minnie carries with her. The nervous tapping of tendrils against each other certainly suggests it.

Eya was surprised that Minnie knew the Nautolan greeting, Minnie saw it in their eyes. Their mismatched eyes, one nature-given, the other a feat of technology. Minnie wonders how a simple bouncer can afford such a piece. Or pure beskar, for that matter. She hasn’t missed the knuckle spikes that are a part of Eya’s fists so naturally that one could mean they had been born with them; or the flash of silver each time Eya had opened their mouth.

At least now she knows what Kal needs all the expensive colours of tattoo ink for. Or rather, who. At least half of them must go to the masterpieces Kal creates on Eya’s body. Minnie distantly wonders what it would be like to get to touch them, to hold them and kiss every inch of skin she could reach. She wonders if Eya would let her do that, if they would give up control and allow themself to be worshipped. Somehow, Minnie doesn’t think it’s an easy feat to accomplish, and that just makes her want it all the more.

Eya absently stares into empty space as Minnie and Kad talk through the shipment, but Minretesh does not miss the way they go stiff as a board when Kad mentions the Guard. Their eyes squinted, they stare at Minnie like their mere gaze could be enough to make her catch fire and flee the planet.

The fire that gaze ignites in Minnie is of a different sort though, the sort that spreads from their heart, their core, all the way to the tips of their montrals. Desire, not fear.

Eya is intimidating, yes, but they are also exactly the kind of person Minnie had hoped Kad would have by his side to protect him. Sometimes, Minnie feels bad for putting him in danger - he is such a sweet clone - a sweet man - but then she reminds herself that business is business. It’s not personal, or at least that’s what her uncle used to say.

Anyways, it’s not like she sought out Kad. It was the other way around - he looked for her, he flew after her, boarded her ship. He offered a mutually beneficial  deal, a deal Minnie still cannot believe the Guard approves of, or even tolerates. But apparently, the rumours are true - Commander Fox actually will kill for good caf. Not that he has to, now that Minnie brings in her… imported wares.

All that goes through her head as she commits the shape of Eya to her memory as carefully as a painter studying their subject.

It’s a hasty goodbye, and Minretesh for once thanks the fact that her tongue is so much quicker than her thoughts. By all accounts, she should have stumbled over her words, should have sunken into the ground never to be seen again, but instead, there is the possibility - however slight - that Eya might call her.

Minnie’s steps are elated, her lekku bouncing as she makes her way towards the Anak, the ship anchoring at the landing platform right where she left it. Only… the engines are already fired up, the ship nearly vibrating in place as it waits for the return of its captain. 

Minnie quickens her pace after looking at her chrono, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste. She is so late. The crew is gonna kill her.

Gimme gimme gimme all your thoughts about Minnie!! I'm so so excited to introduce her - and there will be some more this sweet sweet OC week ❥

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[deeeelightfuldee]

When are you at your happiest? on a drive. thunderstorms. in bed. swimming.

Do you find that you’re attracted to people who aren’t “right” for you? i never ever thought i was. i’m very much desirous of a type of man that is apparently very hard to come by

Is there anything you wish you did today? no, not yet.

Why haven’t you done it? n/a

What were you doing before you started this survey? Looking out my window to see who was banging on our door.

Is there any exotic animal you’d like to have as a pet? If so, what is it? a big cat. but obviously thats inappropriate. Can you honestly say that you love yourself? yup

How many people have you kissed? hmmm. like 7

How many of those people are you still friends with? 2

Do you just feel awkward when you dance? no. i really don’t care.

When was the last time you felt absolutely happy? its hard to say. i tend to make it a point to find happiness despite coexisting sadness. so like all of the times i can think of when ive paused and said “ok wow im really happy right now...” i also was dealing with extremely painful events. its been a while since it’s been all around bliss.

Where did you go, the last time you left your house? the store.

Name someone that you love: benny.

Is there something that you’re looking forward to right now? If so, what? i want to be back in school. i also want to make money.

What caused you to cry, the last time you did? uhhhhhhhhhhhhh stress.

Do you think you spend too much time feeling upset? no

Is there anywhere you would rather be right now? If so, where? the gym

Do you like your singing voice? No.

Do you think that you’ve ever actually been IN love with someone? 2x

If so, do you still feel the same way about them? i think you always hold space for people youve been truly in love with.

Have you ever done a psychedelic drug? If not, would you ever consider it? no.

What’s something that makes you feel uncomfortable? ummm confrontational people, “functional” furniture, weird textures, invaded personal space

Are you bisexual? no

Are you a good speller? most of the time

Are most silences awkward for you? nope.

Do you sing and dance? sure why not

Have you ever been to an amusement park? many times. im the friend you bring along that is the pack mule. i dont go on rides.

Name someone you wish you had never met: loooooooooooool.

Why? ..

Do you have any “nerdy” hobbies? If so, name some: school work lol. i also love games on my phone that are for brain building. 

Name a word that you just really do not like: ox

Why don’t you like it? gram used it when we were all potty training age and she thinks its so cute and it makes me want to barf. Do you still seriously make pinky promises? only when its special

Did you ever see the movie Good Burger when it came out? not in theaters

Do you and your friends have a lot of inside jokes? an obscene amount

What’s your favorite aspect of your life? being an aunt!

Do people tell you that you should smile more? ive never heard that 

Do you prefer summer to winter? heck no. gimme winter PLEASE

Do you use swear words? no. 

If so, do you have a favorite one?

What’s something you find utterly disgusting? abortion

Are you easily angered? angry? no. irritated? probably

What’s something someone could do to really piss you off? talk down to me.

Do you spend a lot of time just thinking/daydreaming? yes

Name a song you’ve really been digging lately: ummm. lately im like BOPPIN’ to the song “wop” lol right before i get in the shower. 

Are you a virgin? If yes, are you waiting until marriage? Nope. yes.

Who has the nicest singing voice, that you know personally? diane beckmann tho i think shes remarried now. idk her new last name

Say something nice about someone you really don’t care for: you bring happiness to someone i care for

Do you think you’re pleasant to be around most of the time? yes

What are you gonna do now that you’re done with this survey? probs another one or maybe work on my planner

Where are you located at this moment? my room

How exactly are you feeling right now? sore! happy. 

Is there anything bothering you? yesssssssssss.

When was the last time you talked to a close friend? last night

What did you talk about? stuff going on with our other friend (it was a 3 way convo)

On a scale of 1 to 10, how interesting has your day been? Why? 3. my neighbor left something on my porch but i havent gone down to see it. mom called off work (which she NEVER does) but shes better now

Are you nervous about anything at the moment? ehhhhh kinda.

What was your most recent reason for smiling / laughing? something on bobs burgers.

What does your 6th text message say? my texts dont work that way

Are you attracted to the last person you talked to? no

What color are the eyes of the person you love / like? .

What was the last thing you talked about with your ex? he wants to get together

What if you found out your ex was having a child with someone else? that would be surprising

Do you like your middle name, or does it embarrass you? its wonderful

Have you cried at all today? nope

Are your toenails painted? yes

Has anyone called you “sexy” today? nope

Have you bought any new clothes in the past week? yes. i could use one or two more things and idk how that is.

Where are your parents at this moment? im going to assume my dad is in florida but who knows. my mom is in her room.

Tell me about the last book you read. Explain briefly what it was about. ive been reading thrillers. sooooo good

At what age do you think you’ll be ready to have children? if it were just off of emotional purposes, now. if its financially driven, tf if i know

How many children would you like? 4-6

When was the last time you couldn’t stop laughing? Why? i was watching reels the other night and i literally had stomach pains from laughing Which of your friends do your parents get along best with? emily is the crowd favorite lol

Is there anyone in your friendship group that your parents don’t like? not to my knowledge. (idk what my dad thinks but it doesn’t matter to me)

Can you recall the last time you were extremely disappointed? yes!!! when you tell someone to not share something private about your life (which you are ultra private about to begin with) and then they do and you overhear it. 

You see someone you dislike crying. Do you still feel bad / sorry for them? i wont get emotional. im typically empathetic but no.

If you get a one-word response like “lol”, do you still bother to reply? sometimes? i dont put a lot of pressure on texting.

Any ways in which you’re very different from the person you love/ like?

Who was the last person to unfriend you on Facebook? uhhhhhh no idea.

Do you know why he / she decided to unfriend you? –

How have things changed for you since January 2016? I have 2 degrees, I am a gym baddie Who is the 7th contact in your phone? Alex (my bros ex)

Are there any food wrappings, boxes, containers etc. in your room? yeah K sent me breakfast this morning. my trash can needs to be emptied.

Describe the shirt you’re wearing. its a black tank top. 

Have your grandparents ever asked you about your love / sex life? uhhhh I dont have any grandpas. I only have one grandma. She will occasionally ask me about Z and K

Have you ever lost any friends over something small and stupid? not to my knowledge

Are you more prone to being the social butterfly, or the wallflower? wallflower

Do you prefer group projects, or would you prefer to work alone? alone all day.

Have you ever had to make yourself a birthday cake because no one else did? no

Would you rather go to a Katy Perry or Taylor Swift concert? swift probably

What pattern do the sheets on your bed have? theyre pink flowers. freaking LOVE patterned sheets. I refuse to ever go back to solids

Are your days full and fast-paced? typically fairly so.

What languages can you count to ten or higher in? not many.

Where did you get the underwear you’re wearing? uhhhh target

Is it hard for you to let something go that you know isn’t right for you? not typically.

Are you good with painting nails with your left hand? im decent.

Do you feel uncomfortable sharing drinks with other people? only dependent on the person

Do you call any of your friends by their last name? ya!

How long does it take you to get out of bed in the morning? not long at all. if my alarm goes off im out of bed in less than 2 mins

Have you gone through a lot emotionally, or has life been easy thus far? a lotttttt.

Have either of your grandparents ever told you a sexual joke? probably

Do you spend more time outside or inside? inside. i want to spend more time outside but we will see.

Would you rather give up the computer or the TV? tv

Do you own any fake designer purses? no. 

Have you ever gotten lost in a department store? no, i was pretty obedient

Who was the last person to text you before you went to bed last night? either K, em, Z, mario

Will you be in a relationship in the next couple months? its possible

Do you cry easily? no

Are you worried about anything right now? Yeah. i really want to be working.

How do you think tomorrow will be? probably pretty good

Do you wish you could take one thing back? not really, no

What color are your eyes? blue/navy/gray

Have you ever fallen asleep texting someone? most nights

Have you hugged anyone in the past 72 hours? uhhhhhh no i dont think so

Have you ever given anyone more than three chances? lolol yep.

What’s the last thing you watched on tv? bobs freakin burgers

Which room in your house tends to be the coldest in the winter time? either the basement or grams room.

Who were you with the last time you went out for food? immmmmm blanking. maybe my sis

Were you in a good mood last night? no.

Are you trying to grow out your hair? i just want to GROW hair

Which friend are you most similar to? none.

[pinkslashersimp]

Hannibal x reader req

What if you got into a fight with Hannibal like an argument over idk what and you brought up his dead sister?

MY FIRST ANGST REQ i’m gonna have fun w this one bye

u didn’t specify which so as usual i’ve included both for u💗💗

TW: Graphic depiction of murder, angst, Hannibal being kind of a dick. if this upsets or triggers you in anyway please scroll past and stay safe🤍

Hannibal x GN!Reader - Arguments 🌷💗

OG Hannibal

Arguably the scarier Hannibal, with much less patience.

It had been a painfully long day, and after arriving home from work an argument ensued with Hannibal over how much time you’d been focusing away from your personal life

“I’m worried, darling, it’s almost as if your boss is trying to steal you away from me” he teased, his back turned to you as he sliced and diced onions into tiny pieces for your dinner tonight

“God, Hannibal can you please just leave it? Youre acting like every man is going to take me from you or some stupid shit. I’m not your fucking sister.”

The fact you could spit something so hurtful towards him is both upsetting and amusing to this man

Theres something almost comedic about you, a tiny kitten, scratching at the big scary lion

Theres something almost comedic about you, a tiny kitten, scratching at the big scary lion

It’s dangerous.

He slowly reared around to face you, knife still in his hand, glistening from the food he was just preparing.

He turns his head slightly at you, staring straight into your eyes and refusing to break the uncomfortable eye contact. His mouth twists itself into something of an amused smile 

He searches your expression, figuring out what reaction you were looking for from him

“Come here.” He orders, something sinister behind his calm facade and chilling hiding behind his chill tone

You take a small step back, laughing uncertaintly. This must be some sort of game, right? 

Hannibal usually plays mind games with you, sometimes acting scary to playfully frighten you. 

Except he usually breaks the character once you become visibly nervous. This time, he wasnt. 

“Im serious, love. Come here and repeat what you’ve just said.” He takes a step forwards, his hands behind his back and he leans in. “I want to hear you say it.” He hisses through his teeth

“Im sorry...”

NBC Hannibal

It wasn’t a bad argument, you were just sick of Hannibals controlling presence around you all the time, making you jump every time he came near you. 

“Stop this silliness.” He ordered, creeping towards you.

“Or what? You’ll kill me? Eat me just like your sister?”

Shock.

That’s his first initial reaction.

He told you about that with complete trust, he let himself be vulnerable enough to open up to you because he loves and cares about you, and you’re using it against him?

Then, anger.

How dare you?

He feels it boiling inside him, quickly ascending from his feet, pooling and turning inside his stomach like a sick, hot, bile. Before continuing upwards towards his head, causing an agonising pounding and ache. For a moment he truly doesn’t know how he should respond to your comment. 

In any normal situation (or what’s considered normal to him) , he would’ve leapt upon you and stolen the breath from your throat by clasping both his huge hands around your tiny, fragile neck and squeezing hard with all his vicious, angry strength. Painfully crushing your oesophagus as he smothers you to death.  Leaving you lifeless and limp beneath him as a product of his blind rage. 

Then, of course, dismembered your corpse and eaten you whole.

He ponders that thought for a moment, whilst staring completely dead pan into your eyes

There’s more than just a hint of anger reflected in his expression, watching him hopelessly attempt to cover it with his poker face is both amusing to you and horrifying to observe. You’ve seen what this man is capable of, and been an unfortunate witness to the multiple atrocities and death he’s caused. To think that you could become one of them in a matter of seconds is terrifying.

You’d wanted a reaction, but not one this frightening.

Your fear is evident, written all over your face and body as your eyes widen and you tense up, leaning away from your lover, too scared to take a step back in case he takes one forward. 

In a matter of a few, long, agonisingly drawn out seconds, Hannibal finally made his move.

He spun on his heel, and silently left the room. Walking away to another part of the house, anywhere, so long as it was away from you. 

It wasn’t an issue of disgust towards you, it was a lack of self control. The thought of killing, whilst exhilarating to him, felt wrong when it was you. 

But still, you’d crossed a very dangerous line, and the anger mixed with the harsh, bitter feelings of betrayal would cause him to act rather...vulgarly. 

He doesn’t sleep in the same bed as you that night, he uses one of the guest bedrooms. Still to resentful to speak to you to kick you out of his bedroom. 

There are no dinner conversations. He’ll sit and eat with you, but refuses to speak to or look at you. 

He’d explain that you need to apologise, but each time he thinks about confronting you his feelings gather in his stomach again, twisting his abdomen making him feel sick and furious over and over

It takes you less than a week to approach him whilst he’s busy in the library, reading over some patients files and pretending he doesn’t see you as you nervously block the doorway

“Hann...” You croak. He glances upwards.

“I’m really sorry...”

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[rafescoke]

Never sent a request idk if I do this right. Been to lazy and not good lately and honestly I just need a good fluff. The basic plot where he is in a bad mood like angry and then he turns to his lover etc etc. Do your thing I just need some comfort and love!

Cupcake ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Maybe making cupcakes with a girl he likes won’t be a bad thing

Warnings: Slight angst on the earlier part, cursing, substance, extreme fluff, adorable Rafe Cameron

A/N: I hope you're doing good, sending all my love and hugs @ you <33 remember to rest!!! @asimpwriter

p.s; you know the drill - send any requests!

"Fuck off," Rafe sighed, shutting his eyes against the bright chandelier above the dinner table. Since when did it got so bright? The last time he checked, it was dimmed. "I swear Sarah, say one more word and I'll fucking kill you."

"Rafe," Ward sighed, placing his cutleries down onto the expensive wooden table. "It's family time. Excuse your sister."

"She's hanging around with those stupid pogues, dad!" he groaned, not wanting to believe that his dad was on her side. Not that he was ever on his, but he thought his father would have the same mindset as him towards this topic.

"Let. It. Go."

"They're my friends," she breathed, and Ward closed his eyes again, knowing the screaming that was about to occur. "I'm sorry you're stuck with Topper-"

"Didn't you cheat on him?" he laughed, and turned to look at his dad. He mouthed at him with an amused expression, "She cheated on him."

"I didn't, and we broke up 2 weeks ago. I'm sorry he couldn't move on from me," Sarah shrugged, and Rafe watched as she put aside her green beans and offered some of the mashed potatoes to Wheezie.

How could she act so normal about this?

"Oh, and-" Sarah turned to Ward, and Rafe waited impatiently for the lies that was about to slip from her mouth. "Do you know that he does drugs?"

"Sarah!" Rose yelled, furrowing her eyebrows as Rafe laughed out loud, clapping his hands loudly that the sound echoed throughout the huge house. "It's a family dinner!"

"I don't give a fuck about this family," Sarah said, removing the napkin from her lap and quickly standing up to get out of the house. Ward didn't say anything, neither did Rose, and after a few seconds, he let out a sigh.

"This is getting out of hand," he started, clasping his hands. "Rafe, I'm no longer letting you take over my business."

Rafe stopped his movements, looking at his father with widened eyes. After all those time he spent at college, trying to make his father proud and to take over the business, only for this?

"Dad, you can't. She's lying, dad, I haven't been using drugs."

"I saw the stash, Rafe," he sighed, and Rafe thought about the space under his bed. He closed his eyes, muttering a ‘fuck’ when he finally remembered the empty space. He didn't think much about it earlier, thinking about how he must have used up all of the powder.

"Until you get your life back on track, or nothing at all."

"Dad-"

"Go find your sister, and bring her home."

"Dad, please-"

"Go find Sarah."

"Okay," he sighed, standing up immediately and letting the chair scraped the polished floor. Wheezie shifted uncomfortably at the sound, and Rafe had an urge to do it again, just for the sake of riling his father's anger.

He cursed silently, walking away towards the table and to the porch, all while thinking about the joy if he could destroy the Pogues' life for making his hard.

The drive from Figure 8 to The Cut took him 30 minutes at high speed and being fully caffeinated, and when he arrived at the Chateau, all riled up from the quarrel with his father that he had before, he didn't try to see if his sister was even in there before barging into the small home.

"Yo, what the fuck?"

"Where's Sarah?" he muttered, giving Kie his side glance and continued searching for her. "Where the fuck is she?"

"Yo, bro, this land is off to the kooks," JJ stepped in, eye to eye as he leveled up to Rafe's height. He was only an inch shorter, but the difference was apparent. He continued to place his hands against his chest, whispering slowly. "Especially to crackheads like you."

Rafe laughed, tilting his head to the back to release the tension building up in his body. He was so, so close to give the blonde boy the consequences of his words, but was halted when Sarah entered the room, hand in hand with John B.

"What are you doing here?" she groaned, walking forward and standing in front of him. "God, can't you leave me alone?"

"Oh, trust me, I rather do that more than anything especially-" his eyes trailed to John B, "When you're fucking with a trash."

"JJ-" Kie stepped up, pulling JJ's shirt to stop him from doing anything. She sighed, knowing that this was bound to happen anytime soon, and she had told John B about this before, but he didn't listen. Now it was like her job to protect her friends from Rafe.

"Leave," Sarah stated, her lips pulled into a tight grimace. "Leave before I'll tell dad about this."

"I'm just trying to protect you," he ran his fingers through his hair, making it more messier than ever. Why couldn't she get that? All he was doing - it was all to protect her, so that his father could see him for what he's worth.

"You know what?" he sighed, wrapping his face with his large hands and turning towards the exit. "You wanna be one of them? Go. Don't ever come back home. You're just another trash, anyways."

He wasn't sure if he meant them, or if it came from the heat of the moment. All he could think about was to run away, to hide and to never come out and face his father or the judgement put by everyone else. He felt an uneasy feeling rising in the pit of her stomach, but he was too proud to say sorry.

“That was useless," he thought, leaning over his motorcycle and blinking his eyes against the lights by the side of the road. He couldn't go back now, not when his father had just ordered him to bring Sarah home and he had failed to do so, and he couldn't go to Barry's; his dad could find him there if he search for him the next day.

He groaned, feeling the cold air nipping at his skin until the final thought occurred to him. He laughed then, not sure as to why he hadn't been thinking of that sooner, and soon he was in front of the mini apartment.

He rapped on the door and waited patiently, his heartbeat quickening. He looked at his watch, checking if his arrival was too late. He groaned, noticing the time, but it would be embarrassing for him to turn now.

(Y/N) was trying to figure out what colour should she put into the frosting mixture, her hands on her waist when she heard the knock.

Her head instinctively looked at the clock, frowning when she read the time. It was not that late, only around 10 p.m., but she was not ready for any guests or her friends to come over.

Had she been too loud that the cranky neighbor next door who sleeps early everyday had come to tell her off?

She sighed, lowering the music coming from the radio before making her way to the door. She was in nothing but her ribbed top and a pair of sweatpants, and her hair was messier than ever.

"I'm sorry, Jerry," she sighed, opening the door to greet the old man. But standing in front of her was not the grey-haired man with furrowed eyebrows, ready to scold her, but it was the boy she had been crushing on since forever instead.

"Rafe?" she exclaimed, and she couldn't deny the shock spreading through her veins at the sight of him. He was sweaty, like he had just been in a fight, and his shirt was sticking to his body. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, I'm sorry, can I come in?"

The smell of freshly baked cupcakes wafted into his nostrils, and he noticed the drool in his mouth. He didn't eat dinner that much, being forced to chase after his sister, and all he wanted was to enjoy some good food and get a good sleep for the night.

"I'm not. . . we can't. . . I'm not prepared for anything-"

"It's okay, I didn't come for sex," he bit his lips, trying to contain her amused laughter at her statement. "We're friends, (Y/N), aren't we?"

"Yeah," she raised a brow, not grasping at the way he was playing his words. She allowed him in, asking him to sit by the kitchen counter and checking her porch outside to see if there was any cameras in case he was trying to prank her.

Rafe Cameron never contacted her for anything if it wasn't for sex.

"What are you making?" he pointed at the mess on the kitchen, and (Y/N) tried to hide her red face as she quickly tried to put the stained bowls and cutleries into the sink.

"Uh, cupcakes."

"Yum," he chuckled, liking the way she was so nervous around him. The truth with (Y/N), she was extremely wild in bed but also very shy outside. It was like a complete two different person, but he was always intrigued by this.

The first time they had done the deed, he was shocked when she got into control, and he would lie if he said he didn't enjoy it. That night was one of Rafe’s best nights, the starting point to the many after.

"Relax, (Y/N)," he laughed, watching as she tilted a cup and placing his hand under the table to catch it before it could break. (Y/N) yelped, struck to her position, and let out the biggest relief when Rafe put it back to its previous place, safe as ever.

"Why are you so jumpy?" he whispered, sneaking beside her to help with whatever she was doing. He hadn't got a clue about this whole baking thing, only watching Cake Wars for the drama, but he wanted to help the girl beside him if it means he got to spend time with her.

"What are you doing?" she muttered, glancing at Rafe's hands as he whisked the fluffy frosting. "Rafe, you're going to get it more clumpy."

"No, I won't."

"Rafe, I swear," she groaned, reaching over to grab the whisk only for him to turn around, laughing while she struggled to get him.

"I'm just making it more fluffier," he smiled, continuing to whisk the mixture without even looking at the white colloid. He was too busy looking at her, and he wondered if she knew about the small amount of flour powder that had gotten on the top of her nose.

"Was the coke good?"

"Huh?" she tilted her head, confused, and still angry at the way he was not listening to her.

"The nose. Was the coke good?"

(Y/N) gave him a look before going to the corner to stare at herself in the mirror, letting out a yelp when she saw the powdery stain on her nose. She quickly dusted them off, stalking back to the still-whisking boy, and she wondered about the amount of energy he had in him and how he was still not tired.

"Rafe! It's all clumped!" she sighed, finally having a hold on the large bowl. She took her a finger and tipped it into the mixture, pulling out before slipping the finger into her mouth. Her face scrunched up, and she reached for the glass of water by her side.

"What? It's more prettier. More texture-ish. If we're in Cake Wars, we'll be the winner."

"That's not how it works," she groaned, pouring the failed mixture into the sink and letting the water cleansed them off. "Now my cupcake's going to be naked."

"You know what can be naked too?"

She held up her middle finger, placing the wet bowl onto the counter and using the clean cloth to wipe it dry. "And I'm not giving these to the children's home naked. You have to help me, Rafe."

Rafe felt a smile tugging on his lips at the mention of 'children’s home', and he thought about how perfect could she be. She’s the epitome of the girl everyone wants to be - she's good in school, never using anyone's money for her, good at baking, and has a big heart?

He thought about how she's good in bed too, but he tired to shake the childish thought away.

"What can I do? Should I go to the store and get any Betty Crocker's frosting?" he offered, his hands in his pocket to reach for his keys. He watched as her shoulder slumped, and he felt bad for ruining her cake. He touched her shoulder, "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would actually be clumped. I thought it would get even more fluffier."

"You don't think, Rafe, that's why," she sighed, "But that's alright. Do you think you can help me make another one?"

"Are you sure? I don't want to ruin anything," he backed away, glancing at the sink and thinking about the clumped mixture making their way to the sewer.

"Yes. Can you reach for that sugar? That's flour, Rafe, god, yes, yes, okay, c'mere," she rolled her eyes, taking the container from him and dumping the content into the dried bowl. "Now, what do we do?"

"Put water?"

(Y/N) laughed, tilting her head to one side, trying to clutch her stomach from hurting. "Yeah, if you want the kids to get sick."

"Okay, Gordon, what should we do next?" he grunted, but he liked the lightness in the air. How the conversation flowed easily, and how quick he regained her trust to help her make whatever this is.

It was like she didn't care about the Rafe Cameron that gets into fights with the pogues or snorts coke when he's stressed. He felt like staying in this moment forever, wanting to help her bake whatever and watching her smile.

(Y/N) handed him the butter, muttering something along the words of 'dump them in', 'use the mixture', 'you're going to break your arms' and 'watch while it's whisking'.

He didn't care about the many orders she was giving him - he enjoyed it. He truly liked how his night was ending after a long day of bullshit, starting with his college sending him a letter for the vandalism he had caused outside of the Dean's office, Kelce and Topper going on a road trip without him and giving him the explanation of 'we asked you, and you said no'.

In truth, he didn't even remember anything about meeting them. His memory was starting to fade, and he shuddered at the thought of not knowing anyone when he reaches Ward's age.

"Okay, that's enough," she groaned, switching the button off. Rafe apologized quickly, being so caught up with his own thoughts, and waited for her next order.

"Choose the colour," she exclaimed happily, pointing out two different food dyes. "I can't choose!"

Rafe skimmed over the label that said 'blue' and 'pink', and made a face. "Are you going to give the blue ones to the boys and the pinks to the girls or something?"

"What? No?"

"Okay. . . why can't we just use both?"

"And make purple?"

"Yeah? Hey, look, I'm wearing blue and you're wearing pink!"

(Y/N) looked down to the ribbed top, noticing the colour, and her face turned into a red shade. Now everything's going to be awkward.

"Okay, purple it is," she rolled her eyes, giving him the blue bottle and taking the pink one for herself. "Three drops together. Are you ready?"

"Mhm."

"1."

Rafe licked his lips, so eager to watch the colour forming.

"2," she looked at him, and back to the frosting. "Rafe!"

"What?" he raised a brow, following her gaze and watching the blue dots on the frosting. He put his hand over his mouth, too stunned to say anything. "Oh my god, I'm so-"

(Y/N) laughed out loud, this time with her hands gripping onto the kitchen counter to stabilize herself, her mind rewinding back to his expression when he found out what he just did.

"Ha-ha, now you're just being an asshole," he rolled his eyes, but he was glad he had made her laugh. Instinctively, her laugh had made him feel better, and all of his worries dissipated into the air.

After a while, she tried to get ahold of herself to put the pink drops in, but failing to do so as his face kept appearing in her mind. Rafe groaned, having to wait for a few minutes now, and pulled her to feet. He pushed her against the counter, her back against his front as he trapped her.

"Don't laugh."

(Y/N) bit her lips, being in this position but not for what they usually do, and concentrated on dropping 3 drops of pink into the bowl. She cheered when she was done, pulling his hand away to move to the other side. The back of her neck was still hot, and she could still feel his arms around her.

"Mix it," Rafe smiled, leaning against the counter to watch as the mixer whisked the frosting, turning the pearly white colloid to a beautiful dark purple.

"It's dark!" she groaned, but she thought about how it still looked good, though it wasn't her expectation. Her job was almost finished now, and she could hear her bed calling.

"Now, the fun part," she smiled, taking her icing materials and placing them before his eyes. She watched as he laughed, being so excited as if he was a toddler seeing a playground for the first time.

"They used these in Cake Wars," he said proudly, showing her a nozzle.

"Stop with your Cake Wars," she mumbled, preparing the icing bag and giving Rafe one. "Put some frosting- not yet, Rafe, God, do you ever wait? Don't fill the bags too much, just in the middle, yes, just like that, and, wait, let me do mine."

She showed him how to do the perfect icing, practicing on a clean plate and asking him to do the same. He scoffed at her, saying how he got this, but what appeared was nothing more than a crooked line.

"That's nice," she muttered, sighing. "For a coming-out party."

Rafe groaned, trying to copy her artwork, and by the time it was 12.03 a.m., he had managed a copy of hers. Not literal, but there was a hint of hers in his.

"Okay. Now, Rafe, we'll make this quick. I do 80 cupcakes, and you do 20. Is that okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, concentrating on his piping bag. He watched as she did the first cupcake, ending her icing perfectly and exclaiming happily as she put it aside. She looked at him, waiting.

"Don't look at me, you're making me nervous," he mumbled, and leaned to decorate the cupcake. It took him a total of 2 minutes, stopping at times and getting a yell from (Y/N), saying how he should not stop, and the result was impressive. At least to him.

"This will probably be in the rejected part of a bakery, you know, that they'll sell with a discount."

"Not everyone can do arts, (Y/N)," he rolled his eyes, but he truly enjoyed the joke.

It was nearing one in the morning when Rafe saw her sighing in relief, placing the last cupcake into the pastry box and safely storing them in the refrigerator. Her hair was in a bun, he had helped her put them up, and when she refused to let him help her, he gave her a poke.

"What? It's not like it's my first time putting your hair up."

"God, Rafe, you're impossible."

His eyes were almost shut, being so tired after being a cake decorator, and all he wished for was to pull her into her bed and sleep until the morning greets them. He waited until she was done cleaning all of the utensils, walking tiredly towards to him to wake him up.

"Get change, Rafe, I'm not letting you sleep in my bed with that shirt and that sweatpants."

"It's not a problem before," he mumbled, allowing himself to be pulled by her to the bedroom. He removed his shirt weakly, pulling off his sweatpants and jumping into the bed as soon as she closed the light. (Y/N) giggled lightly, noticing how adorable he was being, and she pinched his cheeks before she could stop herself.

"Take off your clothes."

"I'm not going to take off my clothes," she laughed, pulling down her shorts and getting into the bed beside him. She finally laid her back against the mattress, letting out the biggest relief ever as she tried to get comfortable.

He pulled her close towards him, breathing into her scent. She smelled like cupcakes, and he loved it.

"I'm going to the children's home with you."

"What?" she pulled a face, because she wasn't sure if she had heard him right. There was no way Rafe Cameron would ever step his foot into a children's home, what more to give out dark purple cupcakes.

"I'm going to the children's home with you. To give them cupcakes."

(Y/N) smiled and kissed his cheeks. "Okay."

"And we should do this again."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Goodnight, Rafe," she laughed lightly, placing another peck before closing her eyes.

He placed a long kiss fully on her lips, feeling the butterflies soaring in his stomach. "Goodnight, (Y/N)."

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[sunder-soul]

PROMPT 1: Hellooooooo! First off ur writing goes off, second off listen to this idea that i truly think u can bring to life... reader n tom r in a relationship and someone tried to slip tom to love potion but ofc he doesn't fall for it and his gf is like ??? and then they rub their relationship in her face LOL. anyways no worried just thought this would slap! Admire u n ur work!!

PROMPT 2: hey i love your the last of your rules series and everything else you’ve written. i’m not very creative so idk what exactly i’m looking for plot wise i just trust you since everything you’ve written is good but i was wondering if maybe you could write a tom x ravenclaw reader please. the ravenclaw reader tends to be more emotionally reserved and isn’t big on physical affection and maybe tom finds that interesting in a way? idk this idea might suck but felt like asking anyways...

Decided to combine these two because I could see them working really well together… :D

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Retribution

Summary: After somebody tries to slip Tom a love potion to break up him and Ravenclaw Reader’s relationship, they get a little bit theatrical in response...

Wordcount: 1.8k

Content warning: none.

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“Good morning,” says Tom evenly, lifting a wide-brimmed cup to his lips and taking an even sip as he looks at you.

“Is it?” you say dryly, sitting down opposite him at the Slytherin table and pulling out the new Magical Theory textbook. “Have you looked over this yet?”

“I have,” Tom replies with a very small smile. “Not to your liking?”

“Sophus writes like it’s still the seventeenth century,” you say with a shake of your head, “which isn’t surprising considering I don’t think he included a single reference from the last two hundred years… I mean honestly –” you wave at the title on the front of the book, “– ‘Corpus Magikus?’ Even the title makes it sound ancient.”

“Did you have any criticisms about the actual content per chance?” Tom asks as he lifts his tea again – though it doesn’t quite hide the amused smile on his lips. “Or did you not manage to get past the articulation?”

You give him a look. “The articulation is just as important as the content.”

“I completely disagree,” he replies easily, his cup clinking as he rests it back on its saucer, “regardless of how it is written, his points are extremely sophisticated.”

“I’m not talking about the quality of his points, I’m talking about how well he makes them accessible,” you say at once, picking up a piece of toast and buttering it lightly, “he can have the best criticisms of Magical Theory in the world and no one will care if they can’t understand what he’s saying.”

Tom arches a brow and leans forward on the table, resting on his forearms. “You’re placing the responsibility of understanding an argument on the person presenting it, and not the person receiving it,” he says fluidly, “personally when I find something difficult to understand, I take it as an indicator that I need to return to the topic after better preparing myself.”

“That works fine as an individualistic perspective,” you reply at once, leaning forward to match him, “but a book isn’t written for an individual, is it? It’s written for an audience. A book like this is measured by how wide an audience it can reach, meaning the responsibility is half on him to write accessibly, and half on the audience to go away and fill the holes in our own understanding. That’s when information is dispersed most effectively.”

“Your priority is the dispersion of information as a whole and not the expansion of your personal field of knowledge, and that is the crux of our differing opinion,” Tom says, sitting up straighter and tilting his head calmly.

“I am very aware,” you say dryly, “but you shouldn’t dismiss the importance of charisma when it comes to spreading information. After all, academics aren’t exactly known to be the most charismatic people most of the time, so you end up with intelligent, useful tomes that are utterly incomprehensible to most people –” you nod at the text again, “whilst compelling idiotic drivel is widely consumed.”

The Daily Prophet lands with a thump on your breakfast plate as the delivery owl swoops away with a mournful hoot, and you share a pointed, very wry look with Tom.

Tom breathes a little laugh and laces his fingers around his cup. “So you’re not looking forward to Magical Theory, then.”

“I am,” you amend, frowning, “I just hope the class follows more like Waffling’s work than this.”

“Of course you like Waffling,” Tom smirks, lifting his cup, “he effectively writes in verse –”

Tom suddenly freezes, his brow furrowing lightly. You raise a brow at his sudden reaction. “What?”

He looks down at his tea, still frowning.

“Tom?” you prompt, bemused.

“Someone has attempted to drug me,” he says in complete seriousness, looking up at you.

You stare back, bewildered. “Is… is this more Tom humour?” you ask after a moment, “you seriously need more practice at making jokes, Tom, you really are terrible at it –”

“I’m not joking,” Tom interrupts crisply.

Your scrutiny drops to the cup in his hand. “How can you tell?”

“My tea smells like you.”

Your brows raise. “Excuse me?”

“My tea,” he repeats evenly, his dark eyes coming alight with a flicker of amusement as he leans closer, his cup still in one hand, “rather suddenly smells like you. I can only assume someone has managed to slip Amortentia into my cup sometime during this conversation.”

You blink at him. “Oh,” you say simply.

Tom’s lips curve into a more defined smirk at your expression.

“Well who’s trying to drug you then?” you ask quickly, looking away.

“An excellent question,” he says silkily, eyes still on you. “Their motive is hardly a mystery, so that should narrow it down.”

You roll your eyes and level him with a flat look. “Nothing could narrow it down less, Tom,” you drawl, “half the school is in love with you, and the other half is in denial about being in love with you.”

Tom arches a brow and looks very pleased with himself. “Should I drink it and we can find out?” he asks in amusement, lifting the cup.

You huff a laugh and take a bite of your toast. “Go on then, but don’t expect any sympathy from me when you’re pouring your heart out to some random stranger in front of the whole school a minute from now.”

His hand freezes with the rim of his cup an inch from his mouth, amusement faltering.

“That’s what I thought,” you smirk. “If you want to play it that way you’re going to have to be smarter than that.”

“Oh?” he asks, dark eyes narrowing. “And what would you suggest?”

“If someone drugged you during this conversation then they’re probably watching for your reaction,” you say casually around bites of your toast, “so just look out for someone who’s waiting for you to dramatically break up with me.”

“According to you, that would be the entire school,” Tom mutters, looking significantly more disgruntled than before.

A grin slowly builds on your face. “That was nearly a real joke, Tom,” you say ironically, “Merlin you’ve come so far…”

He shoots you a flat glare and you snicker. “Alright, sorry, I’ll stop – look, if I storm out of here looking upset and you act all conflicted and brooding for the rest of the day, whoever it was will probably try to come talk to you.”

“How theatrical,” Tom deadpans.

You shrug. “Do you want to know who drugged you or not?”

His eyes remain on yours for a moment, and then he lifts the tea to his lips. You watch him pretend to drink, your eyes lingering on the tea glistening on his lips as he lowers the cup.

“Don’t lick your lips,” you say quietly, not quite able to look away.

Tom’s other hand shifts slightly where it’s resting on the table between you, and the tea vanishes both from his lips and the cup. You give him another dry look. “Show off,” you accuse, smiling, “wandless and non-verbal, huh?”

“If you ask nicely, I’ll teach you how to do it,” he smirks.

You huff a laugh and slide Corpus Magikus back into your bag. “I should make my dramatic exit soon,” you say casually, finishing your toast and looking around the hall absently. “Perhaps we should have a fight first.”

“That would make it more convincing, yes,” he says delicately, still looking amused.

“What shall we fight about?"

Tom’s expression immediately cools and he leans in so close that you can see the patterns in his dark irises. “The content doesn’t matter,” he says smoothly, a glimmer in his eyes despite his utterly blank expression, “rather, the articulation.”

You hold his gaze for a second, fighting the urge to smile. You force yourself to stand suddenly, as if he’s said something of great offence. “I’ve never seen you so quickly converted to my opinion, Tom,” you say icily, leaning down to him over the table and hoping it looks like you’re angry.

“You made your argument very convincingly,” Tom says immediately, lifting his chin coolly.

“Actively demonstrating my point, I suppose,” you snap, standing straight. “I’m going to storm out now.”

“I’ll see you in class,” he says dismissively, pouring himself more tea.

You turn on your heel and leave, ignoring the curious eyes following you on your way out and not letting the smile break on your face until you’re well outside the Hall. Now all you have to do is wait.

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“Amelia Staghart,” Tom says in your ear before swiftly sitting down next to you in Potions that afternoon.

You raise a brow at him, watching as he arranges his Potions kit on the desk – Staghart is sitting a few desks behind you at that very moment and can most definitely see the both of you. “Are we no longer having a fight?”

“I grew tired of that pretence rather quickly,” Tom says curtly.

You smirk. “Did she talk to you?”

“Yes.” He looks decidedly irritated.

“A lot, huh.”

He shoots you a glare and you bite back another smile. “Are you going to report her then?” you ask, writing the date out on your parchment.

“No,” Tom says softly. You glance up curiously at his tone and find his dark eyes watching you write, before they flick up to yours. “I can think of a more pertinent retribution for her to endure,” he finishes quietly, not looking away.

“Retribution?” you echo, arching a brow with a slight smile. “And you accuse me of being theatrical.”

But Tom only leans closer and – to general astonishment – places a very gentle kiss on your cheek. His lips linger soft and warm on your skin for a moment as you’re frozen in place, staring at him as he slowly draws away an inch. His eyes roam your face as you blink in surprise, his lips curving into another humorous smile at your expression when there’s a sudden SMASH from behind you.

The entire class turns from where they’ve been staring wide-eyed at Tom’s display of affection to see Staghart’s inkwell knocked asunder on her desk, spreading black ink across the wood and dripping down to the floor, her eyes wide and her expression thunderstruck as she stares at you.

“Clean that up at once, Staghart!” Slughorn says disapprovingly as he strides into the room. “I certainly hope your clumsiness does not extend through today’s lesson – we’re brewing poisons today, class!”

Staghart goes red as the rest of the students titter and chatter, furiously glaring at the pool of ink dripping into her lap. 

You glance at Tom and share a silent look of amusement before the two of you simultaneously turn back to your notes, still smirking.

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[animeangsteng]

A bad day (college AU)

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : A bad day (College AU)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

Warning: mini friendly theft, stress cooking, stressful/irritating day (implicit)

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College AU!

Student! Mikey x Student! Reader + Student! Smiley x Student! Reader

The reader and they have a bad day.

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First of all: sorry I wrote Mikey too ‘cause I the first time I read Mikey in the first part of your ask and Smiley in the second so I did both.

And now that I’m writing this blurb and the warnings I just noticed you wrote Smiley.

And now I remembered our chat.

Sorry I’m a bit of a mess.

If I got it wrong feel free to tell me and I’ll fix it!

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<Remember to take your time>

Yeah I just got inspired a lot by it.

Especially because I had quite a bad day today so yeah.

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<Either way I’m sure it will be amazing tbh I love your content>

🥺🥺🥺

I love you too!

I love your interactions so pls don’t disappear after this!

I beg you.

And Idk about the amazing but I hope you like it!

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<Thank you a lot again, and I congratulate you on another milestone of 300! Keep it up, you awesome person 🙌>

Thank you on the congratulations and the compliment!

I’ve began queuing some things to be able to focus and I should have enough pieces until May if I post once every 4 days but we all know I won’t 😂🥲.

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<I just wanna squish Smiley to death>

Who doesn’t?

Or Angry.

Or both.

Or all of Toman, honestly.

These guys needs hugs.

And a therapist.

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250 Followers celebration here!

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@killerqueen-tr

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Mikey

-Huff- he sighed, throwing himself over you.

Just from that you understood he had a bad day.

He always acted like that when he did.

Not like yours had gone much better.

-Hey! You're heavy, Mikey!!!- you jokingly protested as he slid off you.

As you took your shoes off and put them away he kept whining: -Y/n-chaan!-.

Shaking your head in amusement you went and joined the blonde man-child on the couch.

With a sigh he laid his head on your lap.

Almost automatically you began stroking his hair like usual.

Humming he nuzzled against you.

There was no need for words.

He just laid there, free of any pressure, as you comforted him.

And he knew you'd tell him what and when you felt like it.

Almost scared to break the silence you whispered underbreath, just enough for him to hear: -Today my professor got mad 'cause most of the class failed the class-.

Slowly he chuckled: -She's so mean!-.

Hearing his childish tone you giggled: -She is-.

And so you two spent most of the afternoon enjoying each other's company in silence, at times interrupted by small chats and laughter.

It was nothing extraordinary but, for you two, it was enough.

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Smiley

Frowning.

Smiley was frowning.

You had just gone back from lessons to Nahoya's dorm when you found your boyfriend playing videogames with a frown.

For a moment you almost mistook him for Angry, though he didn't have the blue hair.

As soon as he saw you he got up and smiled a bit: -Hey!-.

-Bad day?- you asked, knowing full well the annswer.

He nodded and began to walk towards the kitchen as you washed your hands and out on an apron, soon followed by him.

Smiley readily began to take ingredients out of the fridge.

-The test sucked and Souya failed his exam. Then Mikey stole the bento you made me- he began ranting, going on about the irritating thing that happened to him.

In the mean time you two cut and cooked all the kinds of Ramen you two knew.

And they were a lot.

Luckily you always kept the ingredients there in case of bad days, such as this.

As he finished ranting about his day he looked at you with a much more relaxed and genuine smile, letting you to vent.

And, sure, stress-cooking wasn't the most common or economic way to destress (especially since you two always emptied the dorm's fridge) but you two enjoyed it and that was what mattered.

Not to mention that your roommates surely didn't seem to mind.

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As your friends ate the banquet you prepared, you pulled Nahoya in a bear hug, squeezing him from behind.

-Do you feel better now?- you asked as he gently turned to hug you back.

Without uttering a word he hid his head in the crook of your neck and slowly nodded: -Yeah. Thanks. What ‘bout you?-.

After he felt you confirm that you felt better too he just kept hugging you for a while before chuckling: -You’re gonna squeeze me to death, Y/n-.

-Sorry- you apologised, not sorry at all and most certainly not letting him go.

-‘S fine- he shrugged, simply letting the both of you hug out the last remnants of stress, tiredness and anger.

-Do we have to let go now?- you murmured.

-My arms are ‘bout to fall off!- he joked.

-Do we really have to?- you asked again.

-Yep- he confirmed.

-Okay- you replied, not moving one bit.

Great.

Now he was the one that had to get out of your hug.

And that meant only one thing: tickles!

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[ayyezhongli]

dom student council pres zhongli x troublemaker childe

Guess who’s back :D Back with some zhonchi smut for all u sinners. Note: Theres a lot of spelling errors bc when i wrote this i was telling it to a friend n they said i should post this n i’m too lazy to edit it so yeah! enjoy <3

summary kinda: child did something n is now stuck in detention with zhongli being a kinky president of the student council watching him.

so childe is bored asf n tries seducing zhongli. but childe has always had a crush on zhongli. thats why he misbehaves to get his attention.

so zhongli says “ur here again” n sighs

“yup did you miss me?! dont answer that bc ik you did”

n zhongli sighs again all annoyed n shit

“seems you never learn”

“maybe i’m jus here bc i love n want to see you everyday”

n zhongli taking that as sarcasm rolls his eyes

“i doubt that.”

and so for like 30mins childe is making all these noises to get zhongli’s attention and annoy him which it works. and zhongli having enough of it already decides that he needs to be punished. so he gets up n walks over to the desk childe is sitting at cups his face with his hand grinning

“u rly like to get on my nerves dont you~…..” and childe’s tryna contain himself

“is it working~?”

“idk pretty boy….wanna find out for urself~…..”

n zhongli is like inches away from childe’s face. n childe still keeping his composure decides to tease back hoping to get what he’s longed for for so long.

“idk do i~?….”

and zhongli leans in n jus as hes abt to kiss childe he pulls away and walks back over to the teachers desk and childe is really disappointed bc he thought he finally had it but jus lost it. so zhongli goes back to working on his paperwork while childe is just furious.

”Is this how u treat everyone?! tease them and leave them with nothing. take advantage of us!!”

n zhongli bursts out laughing putting his papers in a neat stack

”ur quite interesting childe, if i said it was jus u would that make u feel better??”

and childe huffs rolling his eyes still rly pissed off.

“did u want more? were you expecting something more from me? something else?”

n childe blushing looks away

“fuck off”

n zhongli gets mad at the response and pulls out one of those long ass rulers n gets up n starts walking to childe.

“thats no way to speak to the student council president. you need to be punished”

so zhongli sets the ruler aside still pissed asf

“get up.” childe ignores.

”get up right now.” childe still ignores.

so zhongli grabs the ruler smacking it against the desk childe is at.

“GET UP RIGHT NOW!”

n childe jumps a little and gets up

“ok ok chill”

so childe walks over to zhongli n stands in front of him.

“im gonna punish n force you into submission until u completely submit to me”

childe laughs

“no way. you really think u can do that? just try”

“oh i will. just watch me”

(a/n: in this fic childe has bright pink sensitive nipples bc ughh 😩🤌🏾 well both of them have bright pink nipples but zhonglis r rly sensitive.)

so zhongli turns childe around n starts grinding against him causing childe to moan ever so slightly.

“do u like that~?”

n childe tryna keep his composure laughs to cover up a moan. n zhongli looks down and grins seeing childe’s hard erection through his clothes.

so zhongli reaches down n starts palming childe causing slightly louder moans to come out of his mouth.

“your so hard for me childe….what a naughty slutty little boy~“

childe loses it bc zhongli is finally saying the things he’s been dreaming of him saying. so zhongli amused starts licking the shell of his ear biting and nibbling it which makes childe blush harder. so zhongli reaches his hand down into childe’s pants and boxers and wraps his hand around childe’s dick which he almost cums. so zhongli starts pumping him n not even 30s he throws his head back on zhonglis shoulder n cums letting out a loud moan

“fuck zhongli~…..”

zhongli smirks very amused

“so quick to cum~ do i rly turn u on that much~?”

n childe fights the urge to nod his head and submit. he’s not going down without a fight.

“no i was just pent up. why would i be for someone like you!!”

zhongli snickers and slides his hands up childes shirt n starts taking it off.

“not submitting yet i see~….”

“did u think it would be that easy asshole? ha!”

so zhongli turns childe around.

“you should just give up now! your not go-“

n zhongli interrupts him with a passionate kiss. a long deep one filled with sexual tension n desire. he leaves childe blushing like crazy and gasping for air.

“what was that? i didnt catch the last part, say that again.”

“i said that i’m never gonna sub-“

n zhongli interrupts him again. same thing happens like 2 more times until childe gives up.

“can u repeat that one more time?”

and childe looks away with a annoyed expression on his face

“glad that shut u up~”

so then zhongli looks childe up and down bites his lip causing childe to blush.

“you’re kinda cute…i think i can use u….”

n childe blushes more

“and these nipples….”

zhongli says while pinching them making childe arch his back and moan loudly.

“they look pink and innocent…but when i pinch n twist them like this…”

childe lets out n even louder moan with a face flushed even more n drool running down the side of his mouth

“….you make such naughty noises and that really turns me on.”

and so zhongli continues pinch n play with them and then starts marking his neck.

“what if i made u mine hmm? my little fuck toy? or how abt pet?? you could be of some use to me….”

and all childe can do is whimper. so zhongli has him bend over on the teachers desk and pulls down childe’s pants. and he like squeezes childes plump round ass and caresses it before grabbing the ruler and spanking him with it which causes childe to moan n cum immediately.

“ur such a slutty masochist”

n childe groans n is like stuttering his words

“w-w-well ur so fucking sadis-“

n zhongli spanks him not with the ruler this time but his hand n childe jus looses it.

“ready to submit….?”

n childe tryna keep the ounce of pride he has left shakes his head.

“no!”

zhongli spanks him again.

“how abt now?”

“No!”

n so zhongli gets an idea n sticks his fingers inside childe’s mouth.

“suck”

childe does so n a minute later zhongli pulls them out.

“what are you gonna d- ahh!”

and zhongli’s fingers are wiggling around inside childe tryna get him prepared. childe has just completely lost it. he’s drooling all over the desk, moaning so loudly that if there was people here they would be able to hear, clinging onto the edge of the desk like his life is on the line.

“f-fuck zhongli…ahhh”

he’s a panting slutty mess. a fee mins later zhongli pulls his fingers out n takes off his own pants and boxers lining himself up to childes entrance. he inserts only the tip of his dick causing childe to go even more crazy if thats even possible n moan so fucking loud. but its been long enough. he wants more. more of zhongli inside him. he wants all. all of zhongli inside him. so he whimpers n cries out zhongli’s name.

“whats the problem sweetheart?”

zhongli says grinning from ear to ear.

“pls..”

childe says desperately

“pls what?”

”pls zhongli i-….”

“you…? gotta tell me what u want otherwise i wont know.”

“pls i want more of u….!!”

“beg for more than.”

“Zhongli pls i want ur cock inside me so bad. pls i’ll do anything!! just fuck me already!!”

“anything…?”

zhongli says slipping half way inside him.

“y-y-yes just pls fuck me!!”

n zhongli, a very satisfied man jus starts pounding into him hitting his g spot every time.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck! FUCK! ZHONGLI PLS SLOW DOWN AHH~!!”

n that only makes zhongli speed up and childe cums like multiple times. after a while, giving a few last thrusts zhongli comes for the second time inside childe. and pulls out while childe just drops to the floor completely unable to move or anything. jus a panting blushing hot slutty mess with zhongli’s cum dripping out of him. all pride lost. pulling his pants and boxers back on zhongli lifts him up to his feet and bc childe has no strength he just falls onto zhongli resting his head on his shoulder.

“now that you’ve completely submit to me, ur all mine~….mine to do whatever i pls with. mine and only mine. No one else….”

and childe jus nods groaning bc of the pain.

”i hope u learned ur lesson now. unless…. you wanna comeback again for another visit…”

n childe jus groans again.

“i see the way you look at me childe….a look filled with lust and desire…its really quite a turn on~….. you look so desperately….so needy….so vulnerable…the amount of times i wanted to bend you over and fuck u so hard until you cant walk is too much to count. i wanted to make you mine so no one else could have that innocent slutty little boy who’s just oozing with sexual desire. any man or woman would get turned on n wanna have there way with you. u needed to be protected and only by me.”

so zhongli grinds his teeth bc of how possessive he is.

“so no one but me can fuck u stupid. and now that ur finally mine…i dont have to worry abt it so much as before”

n so zhongli strokes childe’s hair n plants a kiss on his head.

“you’re my precious little play thing.”

and childe, burying his face into zhongli’s chest smiles bc thats all he ever wanted. and then he looks up at zhongli as zhongli looks down at him smiling.

“zhongli…?”

”yes?”

“if all u said was true….why were u such an asshole to me. you were stricter on me than others, ruder to me than others, tougher on me then others….so why?”

“why?”

zhongli chuckles n childe nods

“to keep a good reputation, but i also wanted to push you, everytime u got angry and gave me attitude it only turned me on. which is why i kept going….does that answer ur question?”

n childe grunts

“u sadistic fuck!”

n zhongli laughs

“says the one who got turned on every time i public humiliated or yelled at you….”

“thats not true!!”

“uh-huh…the sexual energy u admit would become stronger and i could hear your breathing getting heavier with breathy tiny moans and u would always part ur lips slightly and rub ur thighs together and on top of that, ur eyes squint ever so slightly.”

childe was speechless bc this whole time he thought he was being slick.

“w-w-well that doesnt matter!”

childe said huffing and zhongli only chuckled and kissed his head.

“hey childe…”

“what!”

“i love you….”

childe was blushing like crazy. never in a million years did he think zhongli would say that.

“you can’t just go randomly saying those things?!!”

childe said burying his face deeper into zhonglis chest.

“b-but i love you too i guess…”

he mumbled and zhongli smirked.

“look at me.”

childe looked up into zhonglis ambers eyes embarrassed asf.

“wh-wh-what is it?”

“you’re really cute yk.”

n zhongli leaned down slightly and kissed him before he could say anything else. the end :)

thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed even though its formatted weird and kinda sorta a story. 🥰

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[xtodorcki]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CM7CwRZivBM/?igshid=1soaxz00n5171 I CAN GET THE LEVI PART OF THIS REEL OUT OF MY HEAD OH MY GOD. Just imagine the reader being part of Levi's squad, and she's talented but think Levi's condescending towards people, especially to her. The others say she's just imagining it and that the captain is always like that but the reader's always getting into spats with him. "I seriously don't like the position of of being his metaphorical punching bag." he hears her say one day and Levi has enough. As soon as she's free, Levi calls her to his office and they talk. Things escalate in another fight and before she knows it, Levi has her pinned against the wall "Do you like this position?" he says as he kisses her, her neck, her cheeks. As they move towards his desk or bed, he keeps repeating "Do you like this position?" He'll teach her a thing or two, if you catch my drift👀😶. How you end it is up to you! And if you don't want to write it, that's okay!

“Positions,” Levi x Reader

Summary: (bro idk how to summarize this pls.) always bickering with your Captain because you don’t like the way he belittles you and it turns into a bigger argument.

Warnings: Smut!!! towards the end.

Levi x Fem!Reader

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It had been a rough few weeks for the Scouts after finding out about Reiner and Bertholdt and not being able to catch them in time and after coming back from the expedition where the scouts tried to capture them again, leading in many deaths including the Commander, it made things incredibly worse.

It had been two weeks since that incident and everyday since Levi did not take it easy on his cadets and you had felt personally attacked and picked on everyday from him during training or during exercises.

At first it was small, he would tell you to try harder or do a little more. He would claim you were acting lazy, not meeting his standards and that made you catch an attitude with him because you felt like you were doing more than enough.

You were always grateful and appreciative to be under Levi considering how strong and talented he was, you actually learned a lot from him and everyone had known you as “Levi’s Mini” but that didn’t stop him from pushing you harder.

Many times it had led to you bickering with him, which ended up with you cleaning or doing rough work outs around the base to satisfy his needs on teaching you a lesson but you never learned, you continued having arguments with him from left to right.

One day you had been more stressed than usual and Levi picking on you and pushing you during the early morning training session had irritated you way more than it should have and during lunch, you started to rant to your friends at the table.

“Levi is doing this shit on purpose, last week I was cleaning horse shit for days just because I didn’t meet his standards.” You groaned, taking a bite out of your food and they just nodded their heads.

“Well, you did start an argument with him.” Armin said, making you shoot him a glare and he grew quiet as he ate his food.

“I think he just personally hates me, he doesn’t do anything to you guys.” The weight of getting picked out of all the cadets had crushed down on you heavily, almost suffocating you.

“You’re just imagining it, he picks on all of us.” Eren rolled his eyes, bringing up the times Levi has easily beaten him down and kicked him in the face.

“No, I’m not just imagining it.”

It started to grow quiet again, the sounds of chewing and forks hitting the glass plates as all the scouts had eaten their food and after they were done, they stay seated at the table to talk some more before they had to go do what was assigned to them around the base.

Levi was walking down the hallway, about to walk pass the door to the mess hall until he had heard your voice say his name a few times. It caused his curiosity to make him freeze in place and try to listen to the conversation as you rambled and vented about how he was only bullying you out of everyone.

He had rolled his eyes at you throwing a fit over something you had started. You were always the one to talk back to Levi first and start the arguments and he felt the need to put you in your place to know who was superior- it was him.

“I seriously don’t like the position of being his metaphorical punching bag.” You said loud enough that he heard it through the door and it caused his eyebrows to raise in amusement.

“You’re overthinking it, Y/N.” Armin spoke again, making you huff out a breath and continue on about how you weren’t dreaming or overthinking it.

Soon enough the day had went on as it always did. You went around to do was assigned to you including stupid cleaning chores that Levi always insisted that you should do and it only aggravated you more than before.

He had watched you almost all day, making sure you weren’t having another fit but also to wait until you had some time to come to his office and talk to him about your tantrum you threw in the mess hall. Your words had replayed in his mind repeatedly and he was growing impatient.

So Levi had went outside to where you were finishing up, making a dramatic huff leave your lips when you saw him- automatically assuming he was going to rain hell and assign you more pointless things to do.

“I need to speak to you in my office.” He said plainly, making you fully stop and glance over at him before simply nodding your head.

You didn’t want to say anything or start up another argument, you would honestly hate to do so especially when you were in too much heat already from arguing with him the other day so doing it again would only make matters worse.

After you had followed him down to his office and closed the door behind you, his cold stare had burned right through you which made you a bit uneasy inside, afraid what he has plotting inside of his head.

“Honestly, Y/N, I’m getting real sick and tired of your shit.” He wasted no time to say to your face, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“What the hell did I do this time to have you hate me?” The tone in his voice had already struck a nerve, instantly making you angry.

“You stomp in here and act like you run things when you’re nothing but a cadet. You need to watch that filthy mouth of yours before I tell you to pack your shit and leave.” He practically spat in your face, his words were harsh and brutal but nothing you’ve heard from him before.

“You pick on me every single day and torture me while the others get to do what they want. How the fuck is that fair?”

The bickering between you two had gone back and forth for minutes, the two of you shooting daggers at each other through words and it only made things heat up in seconds. Both of you were fed up with each other and it was evident that Levi wanted to kick you down on the floor and remind you who is the Captain and who is the Cadet in the situation.

He never grew so frustrated over a cadet before, he’s taught plenty of people and had plenty under his team but you were something else. He looked at you as some spoiled brat who thinks they can get want they want in a blink of an eye.

He sighed under his breath, bringing up his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and soon stood from his seat. You stood across the office, angry and upset again over something so small and stupid- just because your Captain felt the need to remind you of your position.

But this time Levi had enough of your attitude and your bickering and complaining, it was tiring to hear it every single day over the smallest things and it was clear that cleaning and doing harsh exercises wasn’t going to teach you a lesson you needed to be taught.

He had walked over to where you stood, the both of you the same height so it was easy for him to look straight ahead at you and stare right through you, making you grow uneasy again but on the outside you kept that cold look like he does.

He was quick to shove you against the wall behind you, his hand grabbing a hold of your chin and keeping you in place as a soft unexpected gasp left your lips from the impact. You were a bit stunned for a second, your wide eyes staring into his dark ones and a small smirk had appeared on his face.

“Do you like this position instead?” He mumbled, referring to what you had said earlier in the mess hall and it made you realize he had heard your pointless rant.

He didn’t wait for you to answer his question, instead he smashed his lips on yours. The kiss was rough at first, Levi wanting to show dominance and teach you a lesson or two about talking back and bickering with him constantly.

When you tried to move your hands up to wrap around his neck, his hands were quick to grab yours and pin them against the wall above your head. He wasn’t going to let things slide so easily and let you do what you want in this specific situation, not on his watch.

“Or do you like this position?” His words were muffled against your swollen lips, almost whining in his mouth as he practically devoured you.

He was still pissed off at you, he was mad to the point where he knew after this- you probably wouldn’t be able to do chores or training tomorrow. Eventually he had pulled back from your mouth, licking his own lips and yanking you off the wall while remaining a tight grip on your wrists.

His feet had moved, pulling you with him all the way to his desk and threw stuff off to bend you over it, pressing the side of your face down on the hard wood. He was over taking it easy on you and over trying to reason with your sour attitude everyday. A simple few kicks to the face worked for Eren yet with you, no matter what happens, you always continue to fight with him.

He had looked over at the uniform that you wore, grabbing the waistband of your pants and tugging them down in an instant, letting it pool around your ankles for the time being as he kept one hand holding your wrists behind your back and the other hand hovering over your ass.

“Or do you like this position, brat?” He said quietly, his eyes shooting down and looking at yours as your face began to get flustered.

“Levi,” You had started to say but once his name had slipped out of your mouth, he instantly raised his hand and brought it down on your bare skin, making your body jolt against the desk.

“Try again.”

“Captain.” You barely managed to stutter out, your skin burning from the impact but he was rubbing his hand over it, soothing it over.

You were stunned at what was happening inside of his office right now. Just a moment ago you two were arguing and just an hour ago you two hated each other and you were stuck doing chores because you had talked back to him and now you were bent over his desk.

You weren’t really complaining but it was hard to wrap your head around it when you two have always bickered and fought with one another over the smallest things.

Levi’s sudden actions of pulling you up off the desk and forcing you to face him, his hand grabbing your chin and forced you to connect eyes with him as a small smirk appeared on his face at how red and flustered yours was.

He didn’t even say a word, instead he reached up to undo the tie around his neck and removed it, his eyes never leaving yours and soon enough he was ripping your uniform off your body until you were bare and naked in front of his eyes.

“All that crap you were talking earlier today about how I put you in a position of being my personal punching bag and now...” He trailed off, the snarky attitude in his voice as his hands grabbed yours and tied them behind your back with his tie.

“I’m actually going to put you in a position where you’ll be my punching bag all night long and we’ll see how long you last, hm?” He had tried to not chuckle or laugh but he couldn’t help the fact that he wanted to.

You didn’t even bother to say a word to him, you stayed quiet as he tied your wrists together and turned you back around and bent over his desk in front of him. He had hummed to himself at the sight of you, something he had been imagining to himself for quite some time.

Levi had licked his lips again, spreading your legs apart with his leg and looked down at the hand print that was clearly visible on your skin from a moment ago and it had made him raise his hand to lay down another smack to your already sensitive skin. You had jolted forward again, a yelp slipping out.

He groaned under his breath, trying to hold himself back from taking you the way he wanted to right now. He wanted to take his time with you and teach you a lesson with the smart attitude you always have but the way you looked, you being completely submissive and weak before him, it made him grow weak himself.

He yanked your body up by the tie around your wrists and tugged you towards his bedroom that was connected to his office, kicking the door shut behind him and pushing you down on the bed on your back. He had adjusted the tie to move your arms above your head and tied to the headboard.

“How about this? Do you like this position?” He mumbled, his lips trailing sloppy kisses from your jawline down to your neck.

His movements had made you squirm beneath his body and soft breaths had left your lips, feeling yourself grow more impatient every minute that passes but Levi didn’t mind taking all night to prove his point to you, everything goes his way.

His fingers had brushed along your bare skin, dragging all the way down to your thigh before he firmly grabbed onto it and squeezed it all while his teeth were biting your neck, leaving multiple bite marks and bruises on your soft skin.

It was slowly starting to get unbearable to handle, the more time passed, the more impatient you got and tried to move your body as close to his as possible even if your wrists were tied up. He noticed your desperate attempts for more of his touch and it had made his big ego grow more, knowing what he was doing to you was going the way he wanted it to.

“Whats wrong? You want more, brat?” He taunted you, teasing you with a big smirk on his lips and you groaned under your breath, your eyes moving away from his but he was quick to grab your chin and force you to look up at him.

“Tell me, do you deserve to be touched after everything you’ve done the last few weeks? Do you deserve to be fucked like a good girl?” His voice was low and quiet but it was clear enough to hear every word he had said.

Slowly, you begin to nod your head, trying to move your hands but realizing they were still tied together and that only frustrated you more but he was set on making you learn and set on torturing you for testing his patience everyday.

“I’ll do anything.” You mumbled, making his eyebrows raise in amusement and curiosity at the same time.

“Anything? Like what, hm?” He was intrigued to hear any offers you had plotted inside your head but honestly, you had none- you just wanted the teasing to be over with.

It grew quiet again, you didn’t know what to say next and he had caught on to what you were trying to do. His hand had let go of your chin, trailing back down your naked body until he had decided to dip his hand between your legs and get a feel for himself, wanting to see just how bad you wanted it, just how far you can go.

It wasn’t long till his rough fingers were rubbing soft circles on your clit, his eyes burning into yours while his tongue had brushed over his dry lips. He could feel just how desperate you were and how badly you wanted to be touched down there, it fueled something inside of him to take it further but he wanted to test your limits.

You had roughly tugged at the tie that was around yours wrists, the headboard creaking in the process and he started to chuckle under his breath, pressing his fingers against you more firmly, making sure you felt every little touch. You had tried to pry your legs shut, that only made Levi push them back open as he settled between them.

“I want to hear you beg or else I could do this all night, pleasuring you to the brink of cumming and pulling away till you’re in tears.” You couldn’t believe just how casual and soft his voice was, the amused look on his face had turned into a more serious one.

A lump had started to form in your throat, stunned and not knowing what to really say. You were so far into your own thoughts that you didn’t realize he had gotten down to bury his face between your legs, his tongue licking a stripe up through your folds, making a sudden moan slip out of your mouth and his eyes had moved to look into yours when you met his gaze.

“I’m waiting or do you want me to stop?” He tilted his head, sinking his teeth into your thigh gently, making you buck your hips up out of impulse.

The stubbornness you had was glued to the front of your brain, you hated to give him exactly what he wanted- it’ll only feed onto his superior ego more but the way he was working you and the way you were practically desperate for any sort of touch from him, you knew you had to do it his way to get your way. A soft huff escaped your lips, tilting your head down to stare into his lustful eyes.

“Please, Captain.” You started to speak, watching his eyebrows raise and the amusement plastered on his face as he squeezed onto your thighs, waiting for you to continue.

“I’ll do anything just for you to fuck me. Please stop teasing.” The sudden whine that slipped out of your parted lips had made him almost throb, his skin growing hot and his fingertips digging into your skin.

“Hm, I guess you’ve been through enough teasing huh brat?” He slowly started to trail kisses back up your body until he was fully hovered over you again, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“But let’s not forget I’m here to teach you a lesson on talking back to me.”

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I made this long enough so I’m splitting this into 2 parts. Here’s the first one. Sorry for being so absent and distant. Everything had gone to hell after losing my childhood dog and school is almost over so finals and all this crazy shit but I’m trying.

I love and miss y’all <3

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[reidsbookclub]

Title: Can You Let Your Baby Be My Girl?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

CW: mentions of smut, nothing explicit

idk what this is, all I know is that here's 403 words that came out of my mind as I'm very bored at the moment. Shout out to @pretty-boys-book-club for coming up with the title!

She begins to stir awake, coming from the best sleep she has felt in years. Still hazy from last night she begins to feel a heavy weight across her body. Memories from last night began to fill her head. Spencer on top of her, a peaceful bliss surrounding them. She feels him take her hands in his.  “Your hand is so tiny, look at the size difference” he whispers, rough morning voice is all she could think of. She begins to turn around, “you've been here all night?” she whispers back, “of course, why? Was I supposed to sneak out?” “perhaps, but I kinda don’t want to give you back now. I hope my dad doesn’t kill you.”

He freezes, her dad…who was her dad? Why couldn’t he remember her last name? Amused she giggles and says, “I guess straight tequila is what hazes you up, Mr. Eidetic Memory”

And that's when he hears it.  The lough voice, a tone of voice that he has only head when he's interrogating an unsub. “Spencer Walter Reid I thought I said my daughter was off-limits. Get out!!” A very angry Aaron Hotchner appeared.

“Dad, we’re both 25, please”

“G.E.T. O.U.T R.E.I.D.” under his breath a barely audible whisper of “I’m never hosting the holidays, ever again.” to which Hotch adds more loudly, “Rossi, you're hosting all holidays, and my daughter is most definitely not invited.”

“Aaron, they are kids, let them live” Rossi couldn't help but laugh

“Dave, don’t”

What the three of them didn’t know was what was going just downstairs in the Hotchner kitchen

“MY MAN,” Derek says as he applauds a very embarrassed Reid, “who knew you had it in you”

“Boy wonder, my image of you has forever been ruined”

“W-wh-what do you mean Garcia”

“No…no Reid cut the innocent act” JJ teased

“What…what are you guys talking about?”

And that's when Derek couldn’t hold back anymore

“JUST LIKE THAT YES PRETTY GIRL, TAKE IT, I KNOW YOU CAN’

Emily added “PLEASE DADDY, GIVE IT TO ME”

“All of you shut up, please, I do not want to think of my daughter calling anyone daddy but me,” a disgruntled Hotch said.

But Rossi just had to add, “well, at least there's hope for a Reid-Hotchner baby in the fall” to which the whole room erupted in laughter while Hotch mumbled a, ‘“let's host the holidays, it should be fun they said.”

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[retroaria]

can you do headcanon number 10 with karl <3 love your writing btw!

Karl Jacobs: Fluff Alphabet ✿

cc!karl jacobs x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

warnings: just swearing

here’s my 500 Follower Event ^o^

a/n: even if they aren’t requested in the event i’ll still be making fluff hc’s for all the cc’s i write so stay tuned !!

A is for Affection (How do they like to show affection?)

other than physical touch (saving that for love language) karl’s favorite way to show affection is making you a huge part of his life. all of his friends and loved ones know just how important you are to him even without him saying anything. especially with blowing up and all the busy stuff he does as a creator, he wants you to be there with him every step of the way, never leaving you in the dark about anything. he’s always asking you for advice or ur opinion on certain projects, and if ur willing to help too that just makes him so happy. because at the end of the day, he wouldn’t be able to do it without you :)

B is for Bond (What kind of bond do you guys have? What could your relationship be labeled as?)

you guys are definitely the wholesome couple. there’s so much love and communication between you two that doesn’t go unnoticed by the people around you. on top of that, you guys share an adoration for each other that is just so freaking cute man

C is for Comfort (How do they comfort their s/o?)

in the beginning of your relationship, karl would kinda just try to cheer you up or make you laugh, but as things get more serious he’s very avid on getting you to talk about your issues so he can find the best way to be there for you.

D is for Dates (What are dates with them like?)

dates with karl are so fun !! he definitely likes just doing random stuff like shopping, going on long drives, or trying new places to eat and calling them dates. at the same time you guys also do bigger things like fancy restaurants (hes so rich oh dear god), amusement parks, long day trips, stuff like that.

E is for Emotions (How do they express their emotions around you?)

karl doesn’t strike me as a ‘heart on his sleeve’ kinda guy but around you, he’s definitely not closed off at all. aside from just talking to you and verbally being open, he also isn’t afraid to let you see him get upset or even cry about something. i see him as the type to value transparency in a relationship.

F is for Fiancé (How long into the relationship before they propose?)

karl definitely loves you, no doubt about it. but i feel like you guys really do enjoy just being together in the moment and not worrying about that stuff until much later down the line. you could be dating for a really long time and there’s still gonna be so much you can learn about each other. i’ll give karl an official number of 5 years. but maybe even longer. it’s a big decision guys remember!! especially because he does want you in his life forever, he wants to make sure the bond is truly like no other.

G is for Gentle (Are they gentle?)

depends. you guys have lots of playful banter and bullying but at the end of day he can be a big softy when it comes to you. so yes id say he’s pretty gentle 👍

H is for Hand Holding (How do they like hand holding?)

loves it. obviously. it’s karl jacobs. have you seen the guy?

I is for I Love You (Who said “I love you” first?)

him. it was really early on into the relationship and he kinda regretted saying it so quickly. there was just so much emotion going on for him at the time and he just blurted it out. after a little while longer tho, he gave a proper confession of his love.

J is Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

everyone always says no for karl but YES. he does get jealous. not like angry jealous more like weirded out and uncomfy jealous. you can usually tell when he’s feeling that way.

K is for Kiss (What’s kissing them like?)

writing about kissing kinda makes me cringe but i had to think of something for k. it happens a lot probably. very sweet and loving. not just on the lips but karl will give you random kisses anywhere whenever he feels like it.

L is for Love Language (What’s their love language?)

PHYSICAL TOUCH AHHHH. constant hand holding, hugs, and cuddles. he loves being close to people he loves and it’s very obvious (i’m a karlnap shipper and analyzer sorry just had to confess)

M is for Memories (Their favourite memory with their s/o?)

karl’s favorite memories with you are usually on his days off when he just gets to spend an entire day being with you and only you. on top of that he also is very fond of the first time he ever met you and was like “ooo ahh wow you should like spend the rest of ur life with me or whatever Idk just something to think about ” lol.

N is for Nicknames (Their favourite nicknames given and received?)

nothing too soppy because i think karl would find it cringe but “babe” and “cutie” are the most frequent.

O is for Open (At what point do they start opening up to you about their life and feelings?)

after the first argument you guys have methinks. i feel like being caught in the honeymoon phase would kinda put the opening up process on hold, but once there’s a need for it it becomes a frequent thing.

P is for PDA (Are they into PDA?)

uhh not really. i know i said differently in my karl dating hc’s but i think he would find it a little cringe. hand holding is a definite because that’s simple ya know and hugging and small kisses and stuff but nothing more. he’s touchy as we all know but that’s just for you guys lol

Q is for Quiz (How much do they remember about you?)

karl loves loves LOVES knowing things about you. finding out stuff you guys have in common makes him so happy even just similarities in the ways you were raised and your childhoods and such. he’s a good listener and is always attentive. even if he wasn’t good at remembering stuff he would make the conscious effort to do so. 

R is for Romantic (How romantic are they?)

he’s such a little goofball gremlin that the thought of him seriously being romantic just doesn’t feel right but. he is. he loves doing stuff for you and just telling you how much he loves you and getting emotional about it. taking you out and making you feel like the luckiest person alive :)

S is for Security (How protective/possessive are they?)

he honestly doesn’t strike me as the protective type. possessive i would say maybe a little bit. he’s just so happy to have you and so like proud of himself for getting an epic s/o lol. he would never intrude on a friendship of yours or anything but if he was uncomfortable in anyway he would let you know before acting out.

T is for Try (How much effort do they put into the relationship?)

he puts everything he can into it. with him being so busy all the time things might get rocky but he makes such an effort to spend as much time with you as he can. being there for you is something that’s really important for him as well. any disagreements you guys have is resolved asap because he definitely doesn’t like leaving things on a bad note.

U is for Uphold (How do they show you they’re proud? What kind of support do they give you?)

he talks about you lots. anything that you make him or buy him is showed off on stream and any accomplishments you’ve made he would publicly congratulate you on. just showing to the world how great he thinks you are and how proud of you he is makes you feel so supported and he always wants you to feel that way.

V is for Vaunt (Do they like to show off?)

yes obviously ur the coolest most epic person and HE gets to be with you??? biggest flex ever if you ask me.

W is for Wild Card (A random fluff headcanon.)

karl likes doing stuff at the same time as you?? i hope that makes sense. like washing the dishes together or working on stuff. he also likes watching anime or movies/tv shows at the same time as you too. if a new episode of something just came out and he has the time to watch it but you don’t, he’ll wait for you so you can do it together. couple goals lol.

X is for X-ray (How well can they read you and your emotions/feelings?)

karl cares a lot about how the people around him are feeling and i think he’s pretty good at recognizing that. he’s extremely attentive to you and always makes sure ur comfortable.

Y is for Yearning (How much do they miss their s/o when they’re gone?)

between mr beast and all the work that he does it usually hits him when he finally gets home to relax and ur not there :( he does get really upset and a little needy about it but he tries his best to just focus on the stuff he needs to get done so he doesn’t miss you too much.

Z is for Zebra (What kind of pet would they want with their s/o?)

a brown cat named Cornelius 😎

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