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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ SHE'S BACK!
GUESS HE COULDN'T KEEP IT IN, SO HE HAD TO KEEP IT INSIDE! ₊˚⊹♡ dilf!gojo satoru x teacher!reader
tags: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, exhibitionism, getting caught, he fucks you while he's on the phone, overstimulation, dumbfication, fluff, gojo has an ex-wife, yuuji is gojo's son, age-gap.
A/N: well, this was surely and adventure and maybe self-indulgent title because guess what?, i'm back baby.
It was a nice morning, he felt clean. Like his life was finally steadying. Even after some stressful weeks trying to get rid of his now ex-wife, he won the trial and kept Yuuji. Poor little boy, just turning 5 years old and he’s already facing all this type of stress. But thankfully he will not be experiencing enduring his crazy mother behavior. Which basically was a gold digger, and a bitch– Not that he would ever say that outloud, maybe with other words? Bastard? Witch? Not that it really matters right now.
He could finally take a break now, just focusing on raising his little boy, and being an old boring 31 year old dad. Life doesn’t sound that bad.
“Daddy! Daddy!,” His son went running to his arms, almost stumbling by himself- clear happiness shown on his face. Quickly, Gojo opened his arms ready to lift the young kid. “Miss Y/N congratulated me on my homework! She was pretty amazed!”
Your name wasn’t unknown to him, Yuuji was very open when talking about his favorite teacher, even though he hasn’t seen you yet- from what he’s been told you’re the kid’s favorite, including Yuuji’s. “I had to talk about who’s my hero, and I chose you!” If this day wasn’t going great, it was now. Because his son's comment just made his whole week, life even.
“Oh look dad!” The little boy pointed towards your moving frame, each time getting clñoser towards them. “Daddy, this is Miss Y/N!” Yuuji kept presenting the both of you. He was really excited to present his two favorite persons to each other- but all Gojo could think of what’s how young and beautiful you looked. He expected someone older, maybe even an old lady with wrinkles and that loving grandma vibes, but what he saw made his heart beat in a way he never thought he would feel ever more.
“Daddy? Are you paying attention?” The little boy gained Gojo’s attention back, face now looking at him again. “I’m sorry kiddo, kinda just zoned out there. What did you just say?”
“Uhh, what was it? Oh! Did I tell you Miss Y/N told me you were a very handsome man?”
“Yuuji!” His gaze moved towards your blushed face, a hand covering part of your face. “I’m so sorry Mr.Gojo, I didn’t intend to say-”
Gojo cut you off before you could continue apologizing “It’s okay, I also think Ms.Y/N is a very beautiful woman.”
Uh, well. So this is how kinda you found yourself in this situation right now.
You swear it wasn’t your intention! You really tried, you really did, but how could someone say no to Mr.Gojo? And mostly because he really showed his attraction towards you. Sending Yuuji with a rose for you every day, and the little boy was rooting for his dad, because dear god- he did not shut up about him, and how happy he would be with a new girlfriend and maybe one he could call ‘mommy’ and give him a sister.
That made you blush.
Not only because the little boy commented on it, and was agreeing- but because it was his dad’s idea.
“You’re so wet, s-shit.” Loud thrusts filled the room, he was fucking you raw on his sofa– waiting for Yuuji’s mom to bring him back, the little boy was eager to come back and ‘see Ms.Y/N and his daddy finally starting to fall in love’
Kids being kids. But, he was right- the both of you were falling in love with eachother.
Gojo throws back his head, immersed in the warmth radiating off your walls and he lets your moans take him to another world. In a haste decision, he slips your dress over your head before tossing it. He mouths at your tits, plump and stiff between his lips, and he hurdles a deeper round of thrusts inside you.
When you get a little too loud, his hand comes over to clamp your mouth, wolf like eyes staring back at you, “Shut it. You don’t deserve to speak.”
His thin white tee that stays a barrier between you and him does not hide the rippling body underneath that seemed to be sculpted by gods. He presses into you, grunting, using you like his personal sex doll and you embrace it, thrive from it, come to it. Your hips contract, slewing in perfect circles, before having your legs fall gradually lifeless as you arousal drip down your thighs.
“Ffffucckkk- oh baby, would you like that? Be full of me and my baby? Make me a daddy again?”
“yesyesyesyes, make me yours Mr.Gojo-”
He pays your climax no mind,a smirk clearly showing on his face while he fucks you on his sofa- You could muffle your screams of pleasure easier here. Turning your head back to face him, you notice now he’s shirtless–taut and shiny from sweat like a large set of Hawaiian rolls–before seeing how quick he is to fit back inside you.
“Good girl.” His husky voice resonates and pushes you back into the sheets. “Good girls get rewards, don’t they?” Your poor fucked up mind couldn’t think clearly now. The way your abused and overstimulated pussy was still taking his rock hard cock gratefully inside you was making every feel giddy. A sudden noise bringing back a little part of your senses, Gojo clearly grunting grabbed his what you suppose phone, and answered. Not bothering to stop his thrusts.
“Yeah?,” His voice sounded almost like a whisper because of how breathy it was. “Gojo? I’m almost at your house- Yuuji wanted some ice-cream and bought some for you and… your new girlfriend?” His chuckle interrupted his ex-wife’s conversation, accompanied with a whimper at the feeling of you clenching on him- overstimulation clearly bringing you back to climax soon again.
A slap was heard from his part of the line, an unbelievable laugh coming from his ex-wife line, clearly noticing what was going on and then she finally heard you moan. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, and you were too fucked out to feel embarrased about it right now.
“Finish before I leave Yuuji- Enjoy yourself.” Gojo was so lost in pleasure that he didn’t even realize she hung up before he even processed what happened.
His grunts and sounds of skins slapping are all you hear as he pounds you back into the sofa. It feels like heaven beneath his weight. You were feeling flushed to the touch, but making contact with his skin was like an inferno. He was the embodiment of heat and as suffocating as that could’ve been, it melts you like it’s how it always should’ve been.
His pace eventually falters, followed by a hushed “fuck,” and he empties out into your used hole. The moment he pulled out, a knock was heard.
“Shit. Can you walk?”
PART 2
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💌romantic scene
Eddie Munson x shyfem!reader
Synopsis: You and Eddie are having a movie night and without knowing it, you chose an adult romance movie.
Warning: Only mention of moaning and suggestion of what the protagonists of the movie you and Eddie watch are doing.
Eddie was waiting for you outside his trailer, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You were taking longer than expected for your movie night. Then you showed up, walking tiredly and somewhat breathless.
"Hey, why did you take so long?" Eddie asked.
"I'm sorry," you apologized quickly.
"I'm sorry won't cut it this time, princess. I was really worried, what if you had an accident? What if some psycho stalker was looking for you?" he said semi-jokingly, crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow.
"My lip balm ran out, so I had to go to the pharmacy to buy another one," you confessed.
Your confession puzzled him; he couldn't believe you had been delayed because of lip balm. And he wouldn't understand why you needed to have that lip balm with you.
"An emergency with lip balm? Are you kidding, princess?" he asked, obviously not believing a word.
"I'm sorry…"
"I've been waiting for hours, and you were late because of your stupid lip balm?" he said, rolling his eyes before stepping aside and opening the door to let you in. "Anyway, come on, it's movie night."
"It's not a stupid lip balm, it's what helps me stay alive every day," you commented as you entered his trailer.
Eddie rolled his eyes and sat on the couch next to you. He remembered your little obsession with lip balms. He chuckled with a smile.
"Alright, maybe your lipstick helps you feel pretty, but saying it gives you life is a bit dramatic."
You frowned, remembering that he loved something as much as you loved your lip balms.
"What would happen to you if your guitar broke right now?"
Eddie raised his eyebrows, and his smile faded slightly. He crossed his arms and looked away. His guitar was very important to him.
"Don't joke about my guitar. It's not the same at all."
"If you say so…"
"It's not the same at all. You can live without your precious lip balm."
Now you crossed your arms.
"No! Because if I don't use my lip balm anymore, my lips will end up as dry and ugly as my grandma's."
Eddie couldn't believe you were arguing over lip balm.
"Anyway, let's watch the movie. What do you want to watch? Horror, action, or romance?"
"Romance…"
Eddie preferred a horror movie. Romance movies made him sick, especially the ones you chose. Eddie's eyebrow raised, and a smile appeared on his lips. He knew what you were doing.
"You want to watch romance? A silly chick flick?"
"Yes, I brought one," you said eagerly and searched your bag for the cassette; the movie was very sugary and sweet.
Eddie groaned.
"Can we watch horror or action? I don't want to watch a cheesy romantic movie."
"You didn't want to watch a horror movie last time; you couldn't sleep well for two weeks," you reminded him. "Fine, fine. We'll watch your little cheesy romantic movie. Are you happy?" he said in an exaggerated tone and raised his hands in a gesture of submission.
"Yes," you replied triumphantly.
Eddie groaned.
"Whatever you say, princess," he said and shook his head. "So, what kind of romantic movie are we watching?" It was the typical cliché of a love triangle between a good girl, a popular guy, and a lonely, marginalized guy. "Oh, so a typical romantic story?"
"I think so."
Eddie rolled his eyes and walked to the TV. He grabbed the remote and turned it on before turning to you.
"So, who do you think she'll choose in the end?"
"Mmm, she always chooses the one who treats her best…"
The movie started, and you watched it. The movie was absolutely sweet, and Eddie was getting bored watching it, almost falling asleep. But you were fascinated by the movie. Until you were horrified when, in the middle of the movie, the popular guy took the protagonist to his dressing room to kiss her, and Eddie started laughing at your expression. He sat down and watched, his lips curving into a smile.
"That's it! We've reached the kissing scene. I bet the loner will swoop in and give her the best kiss, and she'll realize who the real man for her is."
Eddie covered his mouth to suppress a laugh.
"But, Eddie, there's more going on than…" you couldn't finish speaking because of a moan from the protagonist.
Your eyes widened when you heard the sound of the moan; it was unexpected. He looked at you and saw that you were as surprised as he was.
"Well, that's surprising, a scene of true love in a romantic movie? I never would have imagined it."
You grabbed the cassette cover to read it better; you had bought it because you found the cover romantic, and the guy at the counter had told you it was a very good movie. Now you understood why… Down on the left in small letters, it said "+18".
Eddie was laughing out loud at this point. This is quite amusing. No wonder he had no idea a romantic movie could be so explicit. Eddie couldn't stop laughing. He looked at her and noticed how uncomfortable she was.
"Wow, it's even affecting me. I can't believe they put this scene in a romantic movie. Are you okay, princess?"
"Take out the movie, Eddie, I don't want to watch it anymore."
Eddie smiled and got up.
"Okay, princess. I guess the movie was too hot for you to handle."
He walked to the VCR and took out the cassette.
"Why do you say that?"
Eddie laughed again.
"Well, it was pretty obvious that you felt uncomfortable with the love scene. I guess you've never seen anything like it before."
"Never," you confessed with embarrassment.
He raised an eyebrow. It was good to know she was a little inexperienced. It made her even more adorable and cute.
"Really? The way you blushed made me think you had quite a rude awakening with that scene."
"I, umm, yeah," you lied.
Eddie laughed.
"Your cheeks are still a bit red. It's
very cute…"
He still couldn't believe you blushed so much because of a scene like that. "What a protected princess," Eddie thought.
"You?," you asked in a timid whisper.
Eddie arched an eyebrow and gave you a mischievous smile.
"What about me?"
"For you, for you, for you, I mean, umm, did the scene affect you?"
He laughed, finding you adorable.
"Well, I was a bit surprised too. I didn't expect a romantic movie to be so, let's say, realistic. But I didn't blush or anything."
"No?"
Eddie laughed again.
"No."
Of course, your reaction was more adorable than he could ever be. Especially when you're so nervous. He likes this side of you. The innocent side. It's more fitting. He thought it would be fun to start teasing you more for being a protected princess.
"Oh, really?"
Eddie smiled. You were even more flushed now. This was starting to seem more like flirting than just a joke.
"Yes, I didn't blush like you."
You looked at your hands, which were nervously playing with your skirt, then at the TV, and then at Eddie, searching for the words to ask him a question.
"You, you, you know, not, umm…"
"Do I know what?" Eddie asked, with a slightly raised eyebrow.
He found it cute how you kept looking down or away every time you asked something.
You took a deep breath and asked quickly.
"Have you ever done it?"
Eddie froze for a second. "Did she just ask what I think she asked? Why is she blushing even more?" Eddie thought.
"Done what?"
"What they did in the movie," you whispered.
Eddie laughed again and shook his head.
"Oh, do you mean something like this?" His lips quickly approached your face, causing his breath to caress your small, soft lips. You jumped in surprise, and a small scream escaped your lips. Eddie immediately jumped back, startled by your reaction.
"Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you."
You covered your mouth with your hand in surprise; you just didn't expect him to do that.
"I didn't expect it."
"Oh, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. You're being so cute right now," Eddie said with a mischievous smile.
You had only been kissed once in high school, by a guy in the courtyard. You didn't like it. His breath smelled like fish, he used too much saliva, and his tongue almost choked you. And when you confessed to Eddie that you had only been kissed once, he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe you were so inexperienced and hadn't kissed someone more than once. So he decided to keep teasing you.
"Only once? Well, then I guess I should show you the real deal. Would you like that, princess?"
Your cheeks flushed; you wanted to.
Eddie laughed. The teasing was working. Eddie got up and knelt beside you. He extended a hand and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He got very close to your face. Your breath caught in your throat, and you opened your eyes in surprise. Eddie's lips were only inches away from yours, and you could feel his warm breath brushing against your lips. The scent of his cologne filled your nose; it was a perfect blend of citrus and lavender. He brushed your cheek with his other hand. It sent a shiver down your spine.
"Are you okay there, princess?" he joked. "Is it okay if I continue? Or do you prefer we wait?"
You couldn't speak; the words wouldn't come out. "Oh, this is adorable. I think I should do it," Eddie thought to himself. His hand still tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. His lips were so close that you could feel his breath against your lips. With one hand, he cradled your face. You sighed nervously.
"I like that you're so quiet, princess. It makes me want to kiss you more than before." He leaned in slowly, moving his lips very slowly towards yours.
Eddie's lips brushed gently against yours, and you felt his breath filling your lungs. It was soft and warm. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. He had just given you your first real kiss. Eddie's hand was under your chin as he held your face, looking into your eyes, waiting for your response.
"You kissed me," you whispered.
Eddie smiled.
"Yes, I kissed you."
You didn't know what to say; you just wanted him to kiss you again. Eddie leaned in a little more, and then his lips met yours again. This time it was more intense, with more passion than before. You didn't want to break the kiss and waited for you to pull away first. Eddie noticed that you had no idea what you were doing with your lips, so he took the lead. He moved his hands to the back of your head and pulled you a little closer to the kiss. His tongue gently met yours, and his lips moved in sync with yours. Eddie's thumb stroked your cheek, and he felt excited thinking to himself. He continued kissing you intensely. His lips pressed harder against yours, and you could feel his breath in your throat. His tongue explored your mouth, making it a more intimate and passionate moment. Slowly, you pulled away from him, feeling overwhelmed by the kiss.
Eddie let go of your face and sat back down. He hoped you weren't too upset now that he had stopped. Eddie watched you breathe and saw that your face was flushed. You were acting very shy now. And he wondered how you felt about how he kissed you.
"So, princess, did you like my kiss?"
"Yes," you whispered.
"So, is that a yes for me to kiss you again?" He leaned in very slowly, moving his lips closer to yours.
You nodded your head. Eddie leaned in again, this time seeking a less intense kiss. It was softer than a passionate kiss. His hands held you by the cheeks. His tongue touched yours gently. He continued to smile to himself as he kissed her.
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“you’re such a cute couple!” — genshin hcs ⸝⸝
— [warnings]. not proofread but is that a surprise ehe, also some are pretty short bc i had writers block :((
— synopsis . . . you and [char.] get mistaken for a couple — but it seems this comment fluttered the heart of your ‘friend’ a little too sincerely.
— characters . . . heizou, tartaglia, jean, shenhe, kazuha, xinyan
— notes . . . GAAAA IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING :(( i haven’t been feeling the greatest :’p im sort of getting back into the swing of things tho ^^ expect some more gushy fluff on the way
general backstory :
a banal monday afternoon, with you and [char.] linking arms and just slowly strolling the town, enjoying the soft breeze and the warmth of the sun. you two looked so at peace together, it was difficult for outsiders to not sneak a second glance at your puppy love.
during your little wander you stumbled across a generous elderly lady who flashed you two a gentle smile. as you were about to return the gesture, she says, “you’re such a cute couple! we rarely see such pure love in youngsters nowadays.”
S. HEIZOU
what exactly were you meant to say to that? you couldn’t break it to the poor lady..and plus you didn’t want to offend heizou by making it seem as if you’re completely disinterested in him. you side-eye him in hopes his sharp thinking skills will come out to guide the situation. instead, however, you feel his body tense up and a rosy tint appear on his ears.
he coughs into his hand for a brief second, he glances over at you before responding to the lady; “thank you, i think so as well.” he winked at you. you both said your farewells to the lady, and as you walked once again with linked arms you remembered the words heizou said.
“what did you mean when you said, “i think so as well?” your gazes met each other and for a second it seemed like time froze.
“well, what i more so want to say is that i like you, and being seen as yours is something precious to me.” heizou really had a way with words the sly bastard !!! the heated embarrassment rushed up to your cheeks as you let your face be hidden by your hands.
“now, i don’t have to be a detective to infer that that reactions means you’re interested as well, am i right or am i right ?” he chuckles, pulling you into his chest to let you hide and gather your thoughts for a while…
TARTAGLIA
he is a family man and he absolutely respects his elders so he literally cannot lie to this poor grandma and shatter her fantasy. so, instead, he whispers you a prior apology before taking your hand in his with that bright grin of his and responding, “haha! we appreciate your compliment, we really do love each other a lot im glad it shows.”
seriously for being a literal fatui harbinger you’d think he’d be much more reserved and secretive.. but no, here he was going on and on about his ‘supposed’ love for you and your idyllic relationship to this random grandma that mistook you two for a couple. although, childe truly does have a peculiar way with words as you became rather flustered with each lie that he made up.
eventually, the conversation was dropped and you both continued your stroll, not before you noticed that tartaglia was very insistent on still holding your hand even though the situation has been sort of dealt with. “hey uh, ch- tartaglia, you’re holding my hand..” all he does is send you a look that sends you butterflies in your stomach.
he grins at you, “i know, i’m just hoping that more people mistake us a couple so i can prove a point.”
“prove what point?”
“prove that we belong together.”
G. JEAN
you can feel jean tense up as her head is clearly thinking of a million of excuses she could give the poor woman, but perhaps she malfunctioned since the reply that she gave was not one you were expecting, “uhum..tha-thank you! it’s an honour to have someone as [name] by my side, i’ve really been blessed.”
you know better than anyone else that jean would not be the type to lie so frivolously about her feelings and opinions, especially when it comes to you therefore you couldn’t stop yourself from looking away in slight embarrassment at the thought that jean truly thinks of you like this.
“haha, no worries, take care of yourself ma’am.” was the first thing you heard as you snapped out of your little daydream. jean looked composed to an extent, she still radiated that same knightly and trustworthy exterior but you could feel that she was rather anxious after that interaction.
“[name], um.. sorry for rambling about you for so long, i guess when thinking or talking about you like that i really can’t hold back.” you’re not sure if jean had realised the impact that could have on your heart because she said that so nonchalantly as if it were rehearsed.
“hey jean, did you mean those things you said? like uhm, everything about how you’re happy with me?” you asked, your eyes failed to look at her you were afraid your heart might jump at the pure glance at her. a mild silence erupted, the breeze fanned your skins delicately while the dandelions glided in the air. jean mustered up the courage and took your hands together, “everything i said was completely true, forgive me for being so brazen ..but it’s really hard to keep my feelings hidden from you.“
SHENHE
shenhe knows she loves you, whether she understands what type of love it is; platonic, romantic, familial etc - she doesn’t know however it’s clear to her , her admiration for you is not the same one she holds for people like yunjin, cloud retainer or lumine. the lady’s words come as a real surprise to shenhe, she doesn’t even fully understand how friends are supposed to interact let alone couples.
you don’t want to make her more confused than she already is, or to make her uncomfortable so you deny it, “sorry, we’re not together but we are really good friends!”
“oh dear, my apologies! such a shame, you two would look quite nice together.” she smiles up at you both, taking a minute or two to bid her goodbyes before she leaves.
after walking for a while you noticed that shenhe hasn’t been responding for some time now and instead has been lost in her own thoughts, “heyyy, earth to my lady shenhe~” you poke her cheek in a way to break her out from her own thought.
“sorry, i was just thinking,” you pause and stare at her with a gentle smile, she gazes back at you, “it would be quite nice to be a couple.”
K. KAZUHA
his eyes shift to you to sense any discomfort in the topic, kazuha doesn’t enjoy lying and he doesn’t really know how you feel about you two being ‘together’ as of yet, “apologies, it seems this is a misunderstanding. [name] and i are simply good friends.”
while his words did sting slightly, the ache in your heart was numbed by the fact kazuha’s cheeks and ears were blooming a pretty rosey colour. you two walked off with this newfound tension in between you, kazuha internally cursed himself for allowing a simple misunderstanding to linger in his thoughts so vividly. “so, would my lovely kazuha care to explain why he was so flustered?” you seemingly popped his thinking bubble as he flinches and stares at you for a good minute with this puzzled expression.
his gaze softens and he sighs, looking away from you to stare at the distant greenery ahead. “kazuuuhaa~ answer me already!” you huff out, your patience was running very low at this point.
“sorry, somethings on my mind right now.” he at last responds, although his response isn’t at all satisfactory and almost seems like a coverup. you give him the look of, ‘i know you’re chatting shit but just tell me what’s the matter’. he laughs in amusement, patting your head as he does so. “to be honest, i never realised just how happy i’d feel if people saw us as a couple.”
XINYAN
“haha! thank you, unfortunately, [name] and i are just great friends. but they are absolutely adorable aren’t they?” she squishes your cheek to amuse herself. the grandma beams at you two, “such a shame, you’d be quite lovely together don’t you think?“ perhaps xinyan’s conscious was much more focused on teasing you because she absentmindedly replied, “hehe, absolutely!”
obviously during the moment, you were attempting to come up with excuses as to why she agreed, ‘maybe she was caught in the moment’ or ‘she just didn’t hear the question!’ yet despite your own self esteem, your cheeks were quick to heat up as the other side of you was hoping the words she said were true.
“alright, goodbye nana! be safe!” she yelled, waving to the lady while walking. she kept her hands on her cheeks the entirety of your journey, her expression was unclear but she look pretty dazed. “hey xinyan, you alright? you’ve been spacing out.” you poke at her.
“eh? oh so sorry [name]!! it’s just that..well aha..after being mistaken for a couple i cant help but feel a little happy.” as soon as the words escaped her lips, she smacked her own mouth closed as a fiercely red colour bloomed on the tips of her ears. you yourself weren’t doing so great as her sudden confession (does it even count as one?!) leaves you flustered and speechless.
you’re gonna have to talk more about this after xinyan stops hiding her face from you..
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#this took forEVERRR im so sorry :’((#i’m on my break now so hopefully i’ll be able to write more +_+#genshin x reader#genshin x gnreader#kazuha x reader#heizou x reader#tartaglia x reader#jean x reader#shenhe x reader#xinyan x reader#genshin#genshin x gn!reader#genshin x you#genshin fluff
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A Rose by Any Other Name (Chapter Two)
Summary: Reader accompanies Emily to a club during a case where Spencer shows her one of his many talents with the help of the one and only Derek Morgan.
Warnings: Language (not much at all)
AN: This is based on episode 4x9 (obviously) and basically goes along with the story. Also let's pretend Courtney (the bartender) wasn't the object of Spencer's attention for his magic trick. K thanks.
Series Masterlist
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The other day when I walked through the doors of the BAU I was not expecting to be thrown into my job, but of course, it happened.
I was in the technical analyst Penelope Garcia's office when all of a sudden JJ (as she now told me I can call her) went into labor. How wonderful.
I mean don't get me wrong I'm so happy for her, but I still had a good week of training that I could've used.
That was two weeks ago, so now I'm fully in my spot as Communications Liaison, and not to brag or anything.. I'm doing pretty well.
Right now we've been working a case in Atlanta where a guy of the "Alpha Male" type would kill women that he would pick up from the local bars. The team came to the conclusion that he was getting his tips from a pick up artist that seems to be teaching his skills to other men.
They call him "Viper" and, according to Emily, he's a real treat.
"He's a grade A asshole." she huffs walking into the room of the precinct I'm in.
"That bad?" I ask and she slumps into the chair next to mine.
"He makes me wanna gauge my eyes out." She says, laughing, but clearly annoyed. So far while I've been on the team she and I have gotten pretty close and she's honestly one of my favorite people.
"I'm so glad I wasn't there." I say, shaking my head. I've dealt with one too many narcissists on a personal level so if I had to listen to a guy go on for ages about how to play hard to get with a girl or blatantly insult them to get them attracted to him I'd probably lose my mind.
"Time to give the profile" Derek says as he sticks his head in the room. Emily sighs and walks out with me to the rest of the team.
They go on giving out details to the local PD and I drone out until Spencer talks to me, or at me kind of. "I like those earrings, yeah my grandma has a lot of fake jewelry also."
PARDON?
He smiles and waves it off as not serious, which I understood he was only exemplifying what our unsub does but it didn't diminish the fact that it was funny as hell.
After the team finishes I get up and Spencer walks towards me, "Um, sorry about that. I just needed to show them what the unsub learned from Viper."
I laugh and wave him off, "No no don't apologize it's fine, it gave me a good laugh so I'm really not hurt by it."
He smiles and Hotch calls us over to where the rest of the team stands.
They explain that we need to see about more of what the unsub may have learned back at the group discussions and they hint that Emily is gonna need to go back and talk to Viper.
"Oh. Oh god, this is really gonna suck."
A little later, Emily comes to me after the team splits up with a cheeky look on her face and her hands behind her back.
"Y/NNNNN...." she drags.
"Oh god what do you want." I say playfully, already knowing what she's gonna say.
"You know, Derek is bringing Spencer as a wingman, so maybe you coulddd..."
"Fine fine, but if we're hitting the club I don't think my work attire is gonna cut it." I say, looking down at the blouse and black pair of pants I'm wearing.
She shakes her head, "Ah, no worries, I have something you might fit in." She pulls out two dresses from behind her back and hands one to me.
"So you just happen to have party wear in your go bag?" I ask, looking at the black tight fit dress now in my hands.
"We go to some interesting places." She smirks and smacks my shoulder lightly, continuing, "Come on, I'll help you get ready."
She takes my hand and we go to the PD locker room, getting changed and she gets her makeup out.
"I thought you hated this guy, now you're getting all dolled up." I tease her, she laughs and starts applying her eye makeup.
"I take every opportunity I can get to look hot as shit with a job like this. Plus, we're still going to the club." She jokes back and after a couple minutes we're done getting ready and meet up with Derek and Spencer at the car.
"Heyy, looking good ladies." Derek says with a cocky smile and Spencer waves at me awkwardly.
"How flattering." Emily says and then huffs, turning to me, "You better help me through dealing with this worm."
"Of course" I say, hand on my heart and all.
Once we get to the club we decide to split up, Derek and Spencer asking girls in the club if they've seen anyone similar to our unsub, and Emily going up ahead of me while we face this nightmare of a man.
She tells me to stay back until the right time and I watch her play her game of flirting while continuing to intrigue the man. She looks back at me when he gets a little too confident and a little too close so I walk towards them, Viper's eyes following me carefully.
The conversation goes as usual, some mindless snarky remarks tossed around as he starts discussing eye contact, more specifically pupil dilation.
"Okay fifteen seconds." Emily says in response to the eye contact that Viper has been making with me, and trying to prove a point.
"What do you see?" I ask.
"Nope, no dilation."
Viper comes quick with his response, "Ah, because you have someone else on the mind."
Do I? Maybe. I don't know. No.
Emily eyes me teasingly and the conversation between us and Viper goes stale until he gives us just what we want for the case. He gives us that our unsub is going to go for his "queen bee," the focus on all his killing.
Emily calls Hotch with our findings and I meet up with Derek and Spencer as they talk, or..bicker maybe.
"Come here pretty girl," Derek says to me, I comply, confused but still.
"Pretend she's someone you're showing the unsub to, use that magic." Derek says to Spencer, putting me in front of him, but he explains to me that apparently Spencer isn't having any luck giving the profile out to the girls at the club so now he's doing..magic?
I don't know how he's not having luck, he's an attractive guy. I would feel like girls would go crazy trying to talk to him but I guess not.
Spencer looks at me like he really doesn't wanna do this, but he goes with it anyway. "Don't worry I'll play along" I tell him and he seems comforted in that.
He begins by acting as though we've never met and asks me if I've seen the man in the drawing before, I nod no and he pulls out a pen.
"We have reason to believe he has a scar about right..here." He says, running the pen through the paper and moving it around, leaving no rips in the paper.
"Woah, woah. What? How did you do that?" I ask, inspecting the paper.
He shrugs and smirks, "A magician never reveals his secrets."
Derek laughs and pats his back, "That's what I'm talking about, pretty boy!"
After the case ends smoothly we arrive at the BAU once again and settle everything down. I go to JJ's office which is mine temporarily and get some paperwork out of the way with Emily.
"So, don't mean to remind you of Viper, but, is there someone on your mind?" She asks teasingly.
"Oh god." I groan and put my face in my hands.
She snickers and responds, "Oh so there is!"
"Maybe." I say, dragging the word out. "But I don't know, he doesn't really know me that well."
She nods, I feel like she sees right through me.
"Seems like you and Spencer kind of had a good time earlier."
I choke on my own spit, "Um what?" I say, coughing. Covering my mouth as well as the slight pink coming onto my face.
She smiles and nods her head as a tall figure walks in the doorway. "Speak of the devil." She says and walks out, I look up and see Spencer, so now she's leaving me and him alone.
His eyebrows furrow, and I wave it off.
"Hello there, Houdini." I say smiling up at him, he laughs and leans against the doorway.
"You know it's an easy trick, nothing up to Houdini's standard."
I shrug. "Eh, still impressive."
Things are quiet for a moment and there's a hint of tension in the air until he clears his throat and starts.
"You looked really nice today, by the way. Just thought I'd say." His face goes red and I smirk.
"You came all this well to compliment me?" I tease. He laughs sheepishly and shakes his head.
"No, no. I was um, I was coming to ask you if maybe you wanted to grab a coffee or something. Maybe I could show you how I really do that trick?"
He was nervous, obviously. But that didn't help the grin on my face growing and trying to hold back the blush that's definitely growing on my face.
"I thought magicians couldn't tell anyone how they do their tricks." I reply, more calmly than I thought I would've, I mean I'm just trying to play it cool.
"I can make an exception. I'll let you know, I have your number right?"
I nod and he smiles again and sticks up an awkward thumbs up, "Cool. Well, I'll see you later."
"Bye, Spencer" I say playfully and as we walks out to the hallway I peek out and see Derek standing by the doors that leave the office with a cheeky look. I can see the back of Spencer's head nod and Derek raise his arms, saying something but they're too far to hear.
Guessing Derek convinced him to go for it.
Good thing.
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I'm gonna be real and say I kinda hate this chapter but I promise it gets good. ALSO TYSM ON THE SUPPORT FOR THE LAST PART IM SO GRATEFUL UGH.
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Do you think you would be up for writing some super soft period sex with Ted Lasso? 👉🏻👈🏻
AN: I've been meaning to tackle this request for SO LONG, forgive me for taking my sweet time. I also don't even get my period anymore (shout out nexplanon) so please cut me some slack lol
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Period Sex, Graphic description of P-in-V intercourse, Loving & Gentle Unkinky Sex lol, Okay but there is a little biting, and one (1) spank
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You were having a terrible, no good, very bad day, which is exactly what you texted Henry when he asked how you were doing because you:
A. Promised you'd always tell him the truth and
B. Knew he'd get a kick out of it.
The kid had only had his own phone for 3 weeks and you, his mom and dad, and his grandma were the only numbers he had saved, so you'd come to expect a Henry check-in almost daily. Usually, it made you smile, but today you cringed as you hit send.
First, it was the sharp pains that woke you up in the early hours of the morning that told you exactly what was coming. Then it was being out of your preferred period products and having to go to the store before work, and spilling your coffee on your best work shirt, and not carrying Tylenol, and being fucking starving, and and and
It all added up to you meeting at Ted's after work, picking a fight with him over something silly, and storming to your place to spend the night sad and self-pitying. And horny. But now it was day 2 of your period and you had mellowed out immensely but you still hadn't spoken to Ted.
You dragged yourself to Ted's, practicing your apology and announcing yourself sheepishly. It wasn't like the two of you had never fought but you had to take accountability that this was all your fault, even if you had no control over your raging period hormones. Ted buzzed you in and you opened his door expecting tension and found only love. Ted's apartment was clean and warm, the air smelled like chocolate, and he was in the center of it all in his gray sweatpants and white Henley, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows as he dried his hands on a dish towel before opening his arms to you. Your eyes roamed his frame eagerly, your bashfulness quickly replaced with arousal as you leaned into him, the heat of his body and the slight spice of his cologne nearly bringing you to tears with how Ted it was.
Ted let you cling to him as long as you wanted, which truly could have been forever if you didn't still owe the man an apology. You leaned back to cup his face as his hands slid from rubbing soothing circles on your back to resting on your waist.
"I am so sorry my period turns me into such an asshole," you said sincerely and Ted blanched.
"THAT'S what the problem was? Oh darling you should have just said, I would have known to take ya with a grain of salt instead of containing to argue, I'm so-"
"No no no, it was all me. Well. All me and my period hormones. I'll hear no apologies from you."
Ted laughed and nodded, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose, then both cheeks and finally your lips. You wanted to deepen the kiss immediately, slip your tongue against his, and just melt into him but you held yourself back, knowing you couldn't finish what you started. But it didn't stop the growing heat in your core. The oven beeped and you broke away so Ted could attend to it. You hopped up on the kitchen island to stay close to him.
"Whatcha makin'?"
"Ah," Ted scratched the back of his head as he removed his oven mitts, "apology brownies."
"Ted!" You exclaimed with a teasing grin. "You knew you had nothing to apologize for and you didn't even know I was coming over!"
" Well, a little birdy told me you were having a bad day and I was fully prepared to bring them to you."
"Oh, Henry," you smiled, "you raised a very sweet boy you know?"
Ted slotted himself between your legs and you wrapped yourself around him easily. "I do know. And now that I know what the problem is, brownies seem like they were an appropriate choice. But is there anything else you need? Massage, heating pad, painkillers… ?"
You sighed, your cheek pressed against his chest, "I’d never say no to any of those, especially if the heating pad is you." Ted chuckled and you could feel the low vibration as much as you could hear it, "but honestly the worst part is being unbearably horny and not being able to do much about it."
"Says who?”
You say up to look at him, confused by the question. " What do you mean says who? "
"I mean," Ted responded, his voice suddenly low. He began to press hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck in between words as he answered, "Who says there's not much you can do about it?"
Even with Ted's distracting caresses and the ever-present tingling at your clit, period sex still wasn't crossing your mind. "I mean getting off with toys can be such a production and then there’s getting a towel, and I hate getting my hands dirty, personally..." Ted was listening, but he had also made his way down to your chest, kissing the swell of your best before nipping lightly and drawing a sharp whimper from you.
"Well then aren't you lucky you've got a partner that doesn't mind getting his hands dirty," Ted grinned, "amongst other things." He shifted his hips to punctuate his point and you could feel his growing bulge against the inside of your thigh. You nearly drooled with how much you wanted him, but he could sense there was still some resistance there.
"I take it you’ve never gotten down and dirty during your time of the month,” Ted questioned gently, rubbing his large hands up your thighs as you smirked and rolled your eyes at this phrasing. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable, but if you’d like some help I am a more than willing party.”
“You don’t think it’s gross?” Your curiosity was betraying your interest and Ted smiled, shaking his head no.
“Absolutely not. I don’t want to get overly technical, but I’ve never said no to some extra lubrication.” You laughed, loudly pushing him off of you playfully. “Here’s what I’m suggesting. You go do whatever you need to make yourself comfy, no questions asked. Meanwhile, I will go prep the bed, lay down a towel, and we'll pretend that your period absolutely does not exist. And then we’ll shower and eat apology brownies.”
You grinned, accepting Ted proffered hands and sliding off the counter. “If I wasn't so hideously horny I’d argue some more, but you make a compelling argument, sir.” Ted led you down the hall to the bathroom, dropping you off at the door.
“I sure thought so,” Ted agreed, planting a firm smack on your butt as you turned around, “go, team.” You gasped in surprise as you clenched against nothing and heard him chuckle as he walked away.
You were feeling more confident with Ted's reassurance, so you entered the bedroom in just your black boyshorts and you thought Ted’s eyes might roll out of his head. You pretended like you didn’t notice, instead directing your attention to the towels he had hidden under a red blanket. Looking over at him you thought about teasing him for overdoing it but you knew it was all to make you as worry-free as possible; besides his pupils were blown with lust and you didn’t want to delay his affection any longer by being a tease. You gestured him to you, sliding your hands under his henley and pulling it over his head before wrapping your arms around his neck. He swayed with you gently before pressing his lips to yours and letting his hands roam. He let out a little oof of surprise when you quickly turned him and pushed him onto the bed.
“Someone’s feeling more excited, huh,” Ted grinned and you nodded, clambering over him and pressing kisses to his exposed chest. You made your way up his neck to speak directly into his ear.
“You make me feel so excited. And special. And loved. And understood.” You punctuated your points with lips and nips and kisses until he was writhing under you. Now it was his turn to flip you, working your boyshorts down your hips. He leaned down and pressed a kiss below your belly button, but you stopped him before he could go any further. “No teasing, Teddy, I need you.”
Ted flitted his eyes up at you, dark and hungry. “No teasing,” he agreed, sitting back to kick his sweatpants off and stroke his length a few times, and you moaned just watching him. He used the tip of himself to tease your clit and if he had done it for a few more seconds you were sure you would come. But Ted wasn’t going to make you ask twice, and he could tell from your face that very little preparation was needed. He aligned himself with your entrance and took his time sliding into place. The feeling was intense and so fulfilling that it almost brought tears to your eyes that you hadn’t been doing this every month. This was exactly the feeling you were seeking when you were out-of-your-mind period-horny. Ted’s hips were stilled, pressed tightly into yours as he paused to check in.
“You feel so good, baby, you okay? We can stop if you—”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” you cut him off through gritted teeth and he laughed, “Please fuck me, baby. Please.”
“Okay, okay I got you,” Ted soothed, sliding almost all the way out before driving in with purpose. Nothing about your period was on your mind, not the mess, not the cramps, nothing but your impending orgasm and the delicious stretch of Ted inside you, the heat of him above you, the praise he spilled into the crook of your neck. Ted’s pace was steady, but so tender, his hips angled so he brushed against your clit with every stroke and you knew you were going to come embarrassingly quick. “Ted, fuck, baby, I’m gonna—”
Ted heard you loud and clear and adjusted his position so one hand was free to bring his thumb against your incredibly sensitive clit. You wrapped your arms around Ted’s middle bringing him in close and sinking your teeth into his shoulder to try to contain the force of your orgasm and Ted cursed as he followed you over the edge with surprise. He hadn’t even been that close, but he didn’t stand a chance against the sharp pain of your bite combined with the hard clench and rhythm of your orgasm.
“Shit,” Ted exhaled as he moved to keep from crushing you, surreptitiously cleaning himself off on the blanket underneath while your eyes were still shut and your chest heaving. “I thought I could get you to at least two, but you feel too damn good, darlin’.”
You laughed, rolling into him and nuzzling against his side, “Well if you join me in the bath I bet we can get one more.”
“Deal,” Ted laughed, peppering you with kisses before leaving you to run the bath.
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Home is Where the Heart is (Part Five) || Farmer!Rick Grimes (TWD) x Teacher!GN!reader AU
Part 1, 2, 3, 4...
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Inspiration: Like Real People Do by Hozier and Begin Again by Taylor Swift.
Summary: Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.
TWS: flirting, bad relationships, abandonment issues, and self-destructing the good things.
[[A/N: The next one will take place directly after this one. Thanks for reading!!! ]]
You were silently searching through your papers, you had something in mind but couldn't really find it -a coloring page for the first day, you still needed to get candy-
Your eyes peeked through the window just a spare moment, and you halted. Something ran through your head, as you connected with Rick, the neighbor.
He wasn't paying attention, blue eyes far and distant, t-shirt dark from the heat and fitted just right around the expanse of his chest. The sun dusting along his curls, he was framed a bit like a painting -you couldn't look away. The warmth of the morning contrasted with the cool blue of his eyes, and you were sure a song could've been written about him if they hadn't already.
The papers faltered in your fingers, as you watched on.
Rick was taking a break, you guessed, he was leaning up against a tree -chin tilted up and looking through the branches. It was far too early for the kids to be up you realized, so he must be enjoying the bit of silence. The wrinkles by his eyes smoothed, as he let out a big breath -it flowed through his body fluidly like water.
Don't be a weirdo, you thought -dragging your eyes elsewhere, -just because you haven't seen the man in a while you become a living poem.
You hadn't been purposefully avoiding him, not really. It was kind of a give-and-take, you'd been prepping your lesson plan and needed...
Space.
You hadn't been purposefully avoiding him. Not really.
It'd been a fairly busy few days for you, you could hardly set aside time to see straight on your own. Or even think for that matter.
It was all so sudden and rushed, and you could hardly breathe. You hadn't even been answering calls-
Knock, knock.
It was a sort of slow, languid knock like the dusting of knuckles against the wood. Not like they hadn't wanted to be there or anything, just like they had been basking in the morning sun. Kind of like-
The spot where your eyes rested was now empty, the tree and its leaves rustling in the wind.
Oh.
As you approached the door, you heard a muffled voice, his -you recognized. All deep and gruff, even more so in the morning. And another through a phone -a little choppier but very... familiar.
"-for me."
"I'm really glad to help," he echoed, and you almost leaned into the wood to hear him better, "-no need, Mrs. Y/L/N, really."
Oh my god, you echoed out in your thoughts, loud and opposing.
You swung open the door with little composure, not as planned, but a bit desperate. Had she been guilting him?
One look into his eyes was a resounding yes.
"Hey," you spoke, connecting your eyes with him and mouthing 'sorry'.
Rick chuckled a bit, "Mrs. Y/L/N, they opened the door, I think we're-"
"Tell them to take a break," your Grandma's familiar voice echoed out, as if she hadn't known she was on speaker, "-or you know what, take them to breakfast, distract 'em. I can nearly see them worrying themself thin."
"Grandma," you hummed, tilting your tone knowingly, "-I'm sure I can care for myself."
"Don't lie to your Grandmother dear," she spoke -pointed and direct, "-Richard has told me you've been locked up the past few days."
"Grandma-"
"Sorry 'bout that," he apologized, low enough for just you to hear.
You waved it away, truly not thinking he needed to apologize for that. It was sweet, really.
"Just go get breakfast, darling," your Grandma sighed, "-I just want you out of that cooped-up old house."
"Fine," you hummed, turning around and placing your paperwork down, "-but you didn't have to bring Rick into this, I'm sure he's very busy-"
"I can make ya breakfast," he interrupted, unflinchingly, "-instead of goin' out."
"Rick, you don't have to-"
"Already making some for the kids," he hummed, looking down at you with his blue-blue eyes, "-won't be out of my way."
You paused, looking at him (he looked hopeful..?), "If you're sure."
"'M sure," he relented, softly. He looked over you gently, a soft sweeping motion, your hand fidgetted at your side.
"Okay," you echoed, "-okay. Is there... Is there a certain time?"
"You could just follow me," he hummed, "-'Could use an extra set of hands."
"Uh," you looked back at your imposing stack of paperwork for a moment, then down to the phone, and right back at him -something sparkling in his eyes, "-yeah, sure. Just give me two minutes, I just have to send an email-"
"Ah, ah, ah," your Grandma chastised over the phone, "-I said a break dear."
"Right," you sighed, before checking your clothes, and stepping out into the day -the sun was a welcome sort of warm, "-fine. I'm following him."
"Good," she hummed before the echo of a dial tone cleared through the air -satisfied with your current position.
"Of course," you sighed, "-look, I'm sorry. You don't have to-"
"No, no-" he hummed out, a sort of low grumble, "-I offered. Do ya not want to?"
You looked at him for a moment, eyes dipping over his face (his blue, blue eyes-), "I do. I, uh yeah, I do."
"Good," he smiled, bright, and something in you softened -just a little before he smirked, "-thought ya might've been scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Losing," he teetered, bright eyes twinkling and something in you laughed.
"Losing at what?" you questioned, tilting your head slightly, staying in step with him.
"They say I got the best pancakes on the block," he hummed, "-doubt you can beat that."
"You're so on."
"Thought so," Rick smiled, and something in you watched -like it was something you'd never see again, or maybe something you didn't want to miss.
And you walked into his home.
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Hi... I'm like really evil so... I apologize in advance
orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?
cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?
bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?
abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?
daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?
mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?
chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?
sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?
edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?
camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?
jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?
ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?
chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?
aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?
palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?
nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?
papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?
taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?
LMAO love that you decided to ask me this as soon as I reblogged it. so very kind of you lol
orchid ⇢ Hozier's Unknown/Nth. He had no right writing the most soul-crushing lyrics to ever exist in this life and then just SHALALA his way into my heart. like.. "DO YOU KNOW I COULD BREAK BENEATH THE WEIGHT OF THE GOODNESS, LOVE, I STILL CARRY FOR YOU???" WHAT WAS THAT?? how do you even begin to EXIST after hearing that??
cactus ⇢ the way that feminist theory has impacted other realms of life--and also the way literature has tied into different cultural movements. I've also been researching the various circles of Dante's Inferno (just for the giggles, ya know :P)
bamboo ⇢ sometimes. it depends. sometimes i get home and all i want to do is just collapse on my bed and not have to deal with anything else, but others I want to feel like a pretentious character from some novel so I'll keep my "fancy" clothes on lol
abelia ⇢ i have this one ring that I wear a lot--my grandma gave it to me. I also have a few pairs of earrings that I treasure a lot.
daffodil ⇢nope :) only child over here
mahonia ⇢ I love the mountains and the ocean--I think they both inspire me to be more than my usual self in various ways: to be kinder, to be more poetic, to see beauty in a wider variety of things and people.
chia ⇢ oh gosh, so many. does challenging my friends to duels count?? lol
sage ⇢ I really cannot decide on this one. I think the beauty of enjoying and being inspired by a variety of artistic mediums is that they each bring something unique into your world view: poetry can bring a sense of rhythm and orderliness or, in other cases, chaos. Music I see as another way of enjoying poetry--what else are lyrics, after all? Fiction is somewhere I can get lost and experience things I've never gotten the chance to see or meet people I'll never meet. Paintings, like photographs, capture a singular moment, but also infuse their meaning with a more personal flavor from the artist's own life. Statues are this concrete, physical expression of being that capture movement and emotion and strength and weakness and just the general essence of existence in a very solid, real way. plzzzz don't make me choose :)
edelweiss ⇢ the secret history. idk what else to add lol
camellia ⇢ I think i conformed a lot more to other's expectations (I know...such a cliche thing to say.. :(( lol). In other respects, I don't think i've changed all that much. I still love art and reading and running through fields and dancing in the rain and curling up with a story next to my dog just as much as I used to :)
jasmine ⇢ This is really tough. I definitely feel that way about some books that just destroyed me emotionally--same goes for films--but I also feel like, given enough time, I'd want to return to them to get a fresh perspective. Idk, I've definitely thought about this a lot, but a lot of types of media store cherished memories for me, so in returning to the media, I'm also reopening that treasure trove of my own life.
ivy ⇢ I smile a lot for no reason when I'm happy. I'm much more sarcastic when I'm down. I also tend to hold my hand up to my face when I'm anxious or annoyed. I feel like this is so much easier to determine about someone else, not yourself :)
chamomile ⇢ BOOKS. chocolate. hugs. cozy sweaters. tea. handmade gifts that are more a demonstration of love that anything else.
aloe vera ⇢ (i am aware this makes me sound a lot more lonely than i actually am lol) I would love to experience the feeling of sitting next to someone I love--platonic or romantic--and just sensing this absolute tranquility. I am always so happy every time I experience that and I'd love to have that feeling more present in my life.
palm tree ⇢ not really?? idk, i mean does Dorian Gray count??
nutmeg ⇢ the walls of my room are a green color that I chose when i was ten, which kinda sets the automatic aesthetic to cottagecore. Lots of plants, poetry and drawings and paintining and quotes pinned on the walls, books everywhere, a quilt i made as my bedcover, my dog (sometimes lol)
papyrus ⇢ just went and did this for the sake of experimentation. the song that came up was "king" by florence and the machine. I love all of florence's songs, but i love "king" for so many reasons. The guttural vocals really bring something out in the lyrics (which are incredible on their own). Also the production of the music video (directed by one of my favorite people of all time, Autumn de Wilde--same person who directed Emma 2020) just makes the aesthetic of the music so much more....GRAND
taro ⇢ I'd tell them about all the beautiful things I saw today, about all the interactions I had. about how much i love being alive, and how much I am looking forward to spending more time getting to know people and reading new books and falling in love with the way the world continues despite it all.
thank you for sending this ask, @kaleb-is-definitely-sane
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How did the Haikyuu boys confess to you ? part 1
Part 1- Akaashi, Osamu, Bokuto, Kenma
A K A A S H I :
-A poem.
-But not in a cringe way in front of everyone like you did during the mother's day with your mother trying to encourage you because "The sky is blue, i love you" is not the maximum of the literature.
-(Sorry buddy)
-So you were colleagues and during one reunion you talked about your tastes in books and you found out it was similar.
-One day you decided to lend him a book he wanted to read and which you had at home.
-He thanked you and...your exchanges had started.
-But there was a strange thing.
-When you're lending something to someone.
-Like your grandma, or some book.
-You expect them to give it back to you.
(sorry granny)
-But not Akaashi.
-You tried giving him back the books he lent to you but he always had an excuse or telling you, you could him them until the next time you made an exchange and...
-And you have thirty of his books at your home.
-You didn't question why.
-But today.
-Sick.
-Bored.
-And alone.
-The question was here.
-Why ?
-So you decided to reread some of the books.
-Maybe he didn't like them ?
-But again one of them was his favorite with many his own notes on the pages.
-And-
-Wait.
-All those books had a common point.
-They had pinky words in it.
-It didn't make sense the first time you saw it because there was no annotation, it was like random word like a "a" that was highlight in pink.
-You decided to search them and wrote them in the order of when he lent you the books.
-Slowly you found a phrase.
-"A university degree, four books, and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading,
You write to me "good morning" and I read it as, "I love you"."
Mahmoud Darwish.
-You stared the quotation.
-And slowly smiled.
-Because you knew it was not a coincidence and you're the only one he lent his books.
-He did this for you.
-You took your phone and texted.
-"Good Morning Akaashi."
-And he replied.
-"Finally."
O S A M U :
-Classic he told you he hates you.
-...I-
-Maybe you need more context.
-So it was Valentine's Day.
-As the good chef he is, he decided to give you the most delicious handmade chocolates with a little note confessing his feelings.
-But Osamu forgot something in his equation.
-His twin.
-Twin who was happy to have a chocolate from Osamu this year, because usually he didn't make anything for him.
-Usually, Osamu only gave chocolates to their mother.
-So yes, when he saw three bags of chocolate, he took the prettiest because he only deserves the best.
-Yes.
-In fact Osamu did bake chocolates for Atsumu.
-With liquor in it.
-To burn his throat.
-And with the inscriptions "I hate you" on it because he burnt his kitchen last month.
-So imagine the surprise when you opened the chocolates Osamu gave you and you found this.
-Osamu waited all the day.
-To have your answer.
-When he saw his brother with a big smile.
-"Ya know, your chocolates were cool 'Samu. Kinda like the praline one."
-Shook.
-Anger.
-And maybe disown his brother.
-Was what he was thinking at this moment.
-Because the praline was your chocolate.
-So he understood you received the most horrendous chocolates while his brother had yours.
-And now...you're thinking he hates you.
-He ignored the fake blond and called you quickly.
-But when your answer, he couldn't talk.
-"I'M SO SORRY OSAMU ! I mean, I... I should have apologized before. And I'm sorry I make you feel so uneasy with my act. I...I shouldn't look so intensely at your pectorals during all the match, but I- You...you're pretty and I had a crush and it's absolutely not an excuse to stare at someone. I'm so sorry I'm making you uncomfortable." you said quickly.
-Osamu froze up.
-"...wait- you...gaze at my pectorals?", he asked.
-"Yeah...is...is that not why you hate me ?", you stammered.
-"I- No, oh my god." He laughed."The chocolates you had were meant for Atsumu but he exchanged the bags and stole yours."
-"Oh."
-"So you like my pecs ?"
-"Osamu, can we forget about-"
-"I like you too."
-"Oh."
-"So stare at them next time we go on a date, is okay for you?"
-"I rather stare at your face honestly."
-"And I rather stare at your lips." he said, smirking.
-"You..."
-"Bye Y/N" He hung up with a smile.
B O K U T O :
-His grandma did it.
-So we know Bokuto can be clumsy.
-After a meeting with you, he had to share with someone how amazing you are, how he loves you and...
-"BRO I LOVE Y/N SO MUCH ! I WANT TO MARRY THEM"
-It was for Kuroo.
-But he sent it to his grandma.
-And it could end here.
-Like the grandma answered "Bo, darling you sent it to the wrong person."
-Yes but it was not the case.
-Because his grandma, Jacqueline, knew a Y/N, who was her neighbor.
-And Jacqueline was bored.
-Her zumba classes was cancelled and she had an argument with her best friend and sadly after this her bestie had a heart attack so she didn't have any best friend now to distract her.
-So guess what could entertain her?
-The love life of his grandson.
-So she baked some cookies and suddenly "realized" she didn't have any sugar.
-Guess who she could ask help?
-You.
-She waited for you going back to your home.
-And knocked at your door with her innocent face.
-You answered that of course you have sugar.
-She thanked you and asked if you wanted to bake with her because her poor hands were too weak to mix up some ingredients.
(She was not weak at all, she went to the gym every day and could lift up your dad AND mom together just with her arms)
-You said yes, because you're a kind person.
-Or maybe you can't say no when someone asks you something.
(go see a therapist Y/N, you need to say no sometimes)
-You ended up at her house.
-And when you asked how many eggs you needed, she told you to look on her phone.
-Guess what was on the phone.
-The text of Bokuto.
-You ended up blushing.
-You apologized and said you had some emergency and...
-And you called Bokuto to confess and told him the story.
-...he thought it was coincidence.
-But Jacqueline knew the truth.
-She was a perfect match maker.
-Maybe she could open a business with her fake meetings cookies.
K E N M A :
-You almost killed his cat accidentally.
-Here you can ask "where is the confession."
-Let me explain.
-You let a post-it on his streaming set-up with a "I like you more than a friend, do you want to go on a date together?"
-Because you knew you were not brave enough to tell him directly.
-And the only place he checked often was his set-up and his phone.
-But you find more romantic to write it on a note.
-Except that your note didn't stick to the screen.
-It flew to the ground.
-And guess who took this paper for something edible?
-Pudding.
-Kenma's cat.
-The problem was when he ate the note; he started suffocating.
-Kenma whe he heard his cat's cough, ran towards him and tried to help him.
-But he failed.
-He searched for the nearest vet's clinic and called you because he didn't have any car. And he needed to be as quick as possible to the vet.
-Of course you drove him and kept him company.
-But when he told you the events.
-Culpability went done to your stomach.
-You stared at the floor.
-"Kenma, I'm so sorry I- I think it's my fault."
-"Why ?"
-"I let a note to you on your PC, and...and I think Pudding ate it."
-"You...why did you let a note ?" he asked confused
-"It, I...I didn't want to tell that out loud. But it doesn't matter. Fuck, I kill your cat." you said horrified.
-"He's not dead." Kenma tried to reassure you.
-"Yeah but he...it's my fault."
-"Well it's not." a voice said.
-You looked up to see the vet.
-"Pudding had an allergic reaction to his new dry food which provoked the angioedema. Your note was not responsible. He was already suffocating."
-You felt relieved but stressed.
-"Is he okay now ?" Kenma asked.
-"Yes, but he needs rest and new foods. We have more tests to do, to identify exactly what is the component that provoked him this allergy."
-"Thanks sir." Kenma said.
-"That's my job. By the way, here's your note. We didn't know if you wanted it or not. "
-He gave you a plastic bag with your note in it.
-There was drool on it and it was kinda gross, but you could still read the message on it.
-So does Kenma.
-He stared at you, while you tried to look everywhere else like suddenly the yellow wall was interesting.
-"Yes." he said.
-"What ?"
-"Your question, the answer is yes."
-You opened your mouth and shut it before you felt something warm in your hand.
-You looked down.
-His fingers were intertwined with yours.
-It was a small gesture.
-But it told you everything.
Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language !Don't hesitate to correct me if I made any mistakes by the way !!!
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2.10 Leave the Past Behind
Bonnie: Hey baby, how’d it go?
Trinity: Fine. Dad has this thing called a VCR. Have you ever seen one? We watched a bunch of old movies on it. Like from the olden days in the 90s! It was so vintage.
Bonnie: [laughs] Yeah, I’ve seen one. I’m glad you had a good time.
Trinity: Aren’t you going to talk to Dad?
Bonnie: I’d rather not.
Jimmy: Hey, Bonnie! I told ya I’d bring our girl back in one piece.
Bonnie: Yeah, imagine if you mistreated one of my kids. Actually, I don’t have to imagine that.
Jimmy: Bonnie, can’t we just leave the past behind us? I know what I did was plain evil, but I swear on my life, I’m not that person anymore.
Bonnie: I can’t just take your word on that, Jimmy. This is my child. I couldn’t forgive myself if I let something like that happen again.
Jimmy: She's our child, Bonnie, and I would give my life for her. You don’t have to believe I’m a good person, but at least believe that Trinity is safe with me.
Bonnie: I’m tryin’. God knows I want that to be true.
Jimmy: Look, no matter what, we’re both her parents and we’re gonna have to be civil for her sake. I’m not asking to be friends or nothin’. But you don’t hafta treat me like your enemy.
[Bonnie stays silent, contemplating Jimmy’s words]
Jimmy: How are the older kids doing?
Bonnie: Well, Destiny’s been pretty busy with her job and her baby. He’s getting bigger by the day. You should see how much that kid eats. He just started solids and he can’t get enough.
Jimmy: [laughs] He gets that from his grandma. For as slim as you are, you could always put food away like no one’s business. Man. It’s hard to believe you have a grandbaby. When did we get so old?
Bonnie: It snuck up quick, didn’t it? Destiny’s a mom, Chantal’s working for a successful company…before you know it, Trinity’s gonna be grown up and we’ll really feel old then.
Jimmy: And Johnny? Is he doing ok?
Bonnie: [sighs] He’s doing great, despite everything. We’re finally talkin’ again and it’s nice.
Jimmy: I’m glad to hear that. I really want to apologize to him. For everything. I owe him that.
Bonnie: [shakes her head] It’s not the time, Jimmy. It might not ever be. Some things can’t be forgiven.
Jimmy: I know, I don’t expect him to forgive me. I just want him to know I’m sorry.
Bonnie: If you’re trying to do right by him, maybe it’s best to just leave him alone. I think it would hurt more than it would help. Maybe one day, but definitely not now.
Jimmy: If you think so, I’ll leave him be. It was nice talking to you, Bonnie.
Bonnie: Yeah.
Trinity: Mom, can Dad stay for dinner?
Bonnie: He’s gotta get going. But I’ll make you whatever you want.
Trinity: Can we order a pizza?
Bonnie: Sure, why not?
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Happy Birthday, Rugbert ~
WC: 1450
a/n: Hello, I am here to scream happy birthday to my best boy. I love him dearly. I am spending money on him today. Because baby girl deserves to be spoiled on his birthday ♥
You looked at the clock, seeing it was almost time for Ruggie to come home. Even on his birthday, he still worked, never taking the day off for himself. “The grind never stops, not even for lil ole me,” he would always say to you. You took the afternoon off to sneak into his apartment, using the key he had given you of course, and surprise him once he was home from work.
The both of you enjoyed being playful, always playing pranks on one another and cracking jokes together. Unfortunately for you though, your boyfriend was way better at pulling pranks than you were. But not tonight. Tonight, you were going to be the mastermind behind this. You would finally get him, just like he's always gotten you. Of course, you would shower him with affection and love afterwards to let him know that he is your one and only and that you adore him.
You had thought about it a lot, the type of prank to best play on him and how to get him. You figured out the best way to get him would be when he is caught off guard, he’s too sly to fall for something if you come at him headfirst. You knew just the right time to play your silly little prank, too. Ruggie was the kind of guy to come home from work and try to relax in his bed for a little bit, decompressing from his long day and winding That was when you would make your move, when he would least expect it. You decided that you would hide in his closet, being sneaky and waiting for your prey to return home.
Earlier that day, you had swung by his grandma’s on your way and ended up with a delightful treat to give him. Grandma Bucchi was so sad that he worked all day and that she wasn’t able to see him, but greatly appreciated you stopping by to see her. She sent you on your way to his apartment with a bag of homemade donuts for him. You’d scare him and then throw the bag in his face as an apology. Yeah, that’s a sweet plan. There’s no way he would stay upset at you or down with donuts in his hands.
You waited in his closet, the shutter doors shut tightly to not look obvious. The minutes were slowly ticking away it felt like. After what felt like an eternity, you could hear his keys shuffle in the door. Your eyes widened as your heart skipped a beat with anticipation as you heard his footsteps approach his bedroom. The door creaked open; his jacket was tossed on the dresser as he plopped down on his bed . get settled in before you pounce. You continued to wait patiently. This would be the one time you finally got him, you wanted it to be perfect.
You peaked through the door shutters, seeing him lying on the bed. He had one hand behind his head and the other was holding his phone as he aimlessly scrolled. You decided you would text him to try and get a feel for what he was doing, another way to distract his mind before you jumped out.
[Y/N] heyy birthday boy ! are you finally home yet?
You sent the text and peered through the small cracks again. He smiled and sat up on his bed as he read your text. Even without you there with him you still made him happy, and it showed in this moment. His expression was cheeky as he typed his reply, snickering as he put his phone down. You looked down to see your phonescreen light up.
[Rug♥] thank you baby, i just got home. Are you coming over? It is my birthday after all (;
You gave him a blank stare through the closet door, hoping he couldn’t feel your intense eye roll you just did at him. You tried to think of something, a lie of some sort, that you could tell him so he wouldn’t be questioning where you were. I mean, as his partner it does make sense for you to come over on his birthday, even if it’s just for dinner together.
[Y/N] yepp :P i am about to head out now, so i should be there soon
[Rug♥] alrighty :) see you then
You barely hit send before Ruggie was already responding to your text. You peaked again through the door cracks. He sighed as he tossed his pillow over his face. This was it. He’s all relaxed and unprepared. This was the perfect time. The perfect opportunity, your perfect-
“BOO!~”
The closet door flung open, making you jump and squeal in terror. You huffed as you watched your boyfriend stand there in the doorway, laughing hysterically, tears forming in his eyes. You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s not funny, Rug, I almost peed myself.” Ruggie stopped laughing and cocked his head to the side. “Oh, I’m soooo sorry for scaring you. Isn't that what'cha were trying to do to me?” he teased playfully. You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest. “Hmph, no. Of course not. Why would I even do that?” you said grumbly.
Ruggie just stared back at you, giving you an “are you kidding me right now” look. He didn’t say anything, he just stared, waiting for you to try and explain yourself out of this one. You sat for a moment thinking to yourself, how could you even explain why you’re in his closet if not to scare him? It wouldn’t matter, he would see right through your explanation anyway. “How’d you even know I was in here?” you asked as you stepped out of the closet, the donuts in your hands behind you.
“Well, for starters, I have a fantastic sense of smell,” he said as he raised his eyebrows at you. “Did you really think you’re going to hide from me when you have donuts with you?” he teased as he grabbed the donuts out of your hands. “These are Gram’s, I know it." He blissfully smelled the bag. "She would only give these to me, but she likes you. You’re the only other person she would hand ‘em off to.”
You stamped your foot on the ground, to which he chuckled at. “This was supposed to be the one time that I finally got you, and you still got me somehow. Grrrrr,” you playfully growled. “Woah there, tough guy, calm down. You’ll get me next time,” he said as he pulled you in for a hug. “C’mon, I’ll share my donuts with ya. How’s that sound?” he said as he jiggled the bag in front of your face. You rolled your eyes as you both sat on the bed and began to share the donuts. It really was hard to stay upset or down when you had donuts in your hands.
“Thanks for coming over for my birthday, this is one of my favorites 'cause I got to spend it with you,” Ruggie hummed as he had his arm wrapped around you. You cuddled up to him and dreamily sighed. “You’re welcome, happy birthday, Rugbert.” Ruggie groaned at you calling him Rugbert. Oh how he regretted his grandma telling you that she calls him that. “Hey, Rug?” you said curiously. “Hmm” he said, turning to look at you. “Was it really the donuts that gave away my hiding spot?”
He snickered at your question and then rolled back onto his back. “No, it wasn’t,” he sighed through a smile. “Oh? Then how?” You wanted to know how he knew. What could you do differently next time so he wouldn’t get you before you got him. He just gently pointed at your chest and smiled at you. “Your heartbeat, I can pick that out in a room full of a million people. I could hear it before I even walked through my front door.” You sat there, astounded by his response. He could pick your heartbeat out of a room full of people? And he said a million people? Even just thinking about it made your blood rise and stomach do cartwheels in the best way possible.
“C’mere,” he chuckled as he pulled you on top of his chest and into his arms. You relished in his arms, contently sighing. “Y’know, I can hear it when it speeds up too,” he whispered. Your eyes grew wide at his words, making you feel a little embarrassed. There was no hope for you. You were forever destined to be the one getting got. “Maybe… I’ll let you get me on your birthday.... Maybe~,” he laughed. "Yeah... maybe we can go to Wendy's house then," you said quietly.
"Wendy's?" Ruggie asked puzzled. "Wendy's nuts," you said as you obnoxiously laughed, your boyfriend letting out another groan. You got him, though.
happy birthday you sweet baby man. i love you to the moon and back. thank you for making me want to play twisted wonderland. you are the only reason i am here. i wish i could give you the sun, stars, and moon. (all of you back up i will bite) haha /hj
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Bat!Eddie thoughts
I wrote this because bat Eddie makes me very happy and i want him as a familiar bc i think he’d honestly love that
Safe for POC to read! No Y/N just pure fluff :) hope y’all enjoy
Eddie has yet to get his ability to change back and forth under control, it’s unpredictable at best
After a nice night in with the hellfire club they go home due to the incoming storm and eddie goes outside for a smoke before the rain hits, he just can’t help it he loves the smell before rain falls
Long story short he smokes, sneezes, and is now a bat until he changes back whenever that happens.. locked out of his trailer :(
There’s not really a safe place to stay to wait out the storm so he does the only thing he can, fly to your house
He knew you were incredibly kind to animals, having saved snakes and bugs when others were scared. He figured you may have grace for him tonight
You and eddie weren’t terribly close but shared a mutual understanding, he was the local freak, you the local witch
You, your mom, and grandmother lived nearby in a small brick house where you all had an abundance of spell books, gardens and anything a witch could need.. besides any familiars of course
Your grandma and mom had told you one may come soon so you waited in anticipation
Going to bed you had settled in listening to the storm falling outside grateful you were dry in your room
A thump against your window startled you and unnerved you when it continued, you hoped it wasn’t anyone from hawkins high who was trying to prank you or your family
You were surprised to open your curtains to see a small black bat flapping avidly against your window
Without hesitation you opened your window and took the creature in your hands
Eddie thanked whatever god was up there he was finally out of the rain and wind, the flight was not easy on him
“You poor thing! Where did you even come from?” You spoke softly
The bat only chirped and flapped more trying to bury into your black sabbath t shirt
You took the bat into your bathroom cutting on the light and turning on your sink to fill with hot water
“You need a bath I’m sorry but you need to heat up before I can dry you off,” you apologized to him
Wait..? Was it a him and you did the only thing you though to do, lifted him up and took a peek
Suspicion confirmed. It was a male
If eddie could talk he wouldn’t have been able to, but the internal scream in his mind thinking of his high school crush looking at his junk even if he was a bat was embarrassing, especially when he was not in a flattering position
He flapped his wings more to wriggle free as you set him on the counter
“Sorry love, I had to be sure before I name you.” You apologized to him
The sink was full and you placed him in there gently and reached for your pumpkin scented hand soap to give him a little wash
“You know, you need a name if your going to stay here.. Would you mind if I called you?? Sabbath?” You spoke glancing at your shirt
“Chirp once for yes twice for no,” you laughed not really expecting any answer
Chirp. One chirp, you heard it plain as day
You stared down at him and he stared up at you “Ok so I can talk to bats now. Sick!” You fist pumped in the air!
“So hi, I’m going to assume the Goddess above sent me my familiar finally, and your name is Sabbath! I hope you don’t mind that I don’t have a bed ready for you exactly but I can put one together!” He chirped to you in response
Eddie was lifted out of the sink and placed in a warm dry towel to warm up
You carried him to the bed finding a pillow and a spare blanket for a small nest until you could get a proper roost for ‘Sabbath’
“Oh wait! Are you hungry at all, honey?” Another few chirps had Eddie carried like royalty down stairs to the kitchen
You cut apart a banana in the dimly lit kitchen, your grandma came out from the hallway
“Darling, what are you doing up so late?” She crooned confused
“Grandma you won’t believe this but I.. look!” You lifted Eddie, who’s mouth was full of banana, to your grandma
“Oh my! A bat? Now why is it in the house?” Your grandma asked
“Sabbath is my familiar, and he’s very happy here already,” you replied feeding sabbath more of his banana, he was of course, incredibly hungry from his long and tiring flight
Your grandma was not entirely convinced that the bat in your arms wasn’t just a random bat
“Look I can prove it, Sabbath, please chirp only once if you love the banana,” he chirped once
“Now chirp three times to say hi to grandma please,” three chirps followed
Your grandma didn’t need much convincing after that. She’s seen wilder things in her time as a witch. Once ‘Sabbath’ had finished his banana you carried him upstairs, placed him in the bundle of blankets and you both fell asleep
In the morning you had carried Eddie down with you for a delightful breakfast and Saturday morning cartoons, your grandma having explained the new guest to your mother before you woke up
Your mother and grandmother cooed over him, stroked his fuzzy back and each gave him a kiss on the head welcoming him to the family, your grandma teasing you by saying ‘It was about time there was a man in the house’
You fixed eddie a plate of fruits while you enjoyed pancakes and you both settled in to watch tom and jerry
Eddie could get used to being called ‘Sabbath’ for a while he thought and relaxed in your lap, mouth full of banana and mango
I am soft for bat Eddie y’all im weeping tears
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1,2,3, and 19 for any OC? :3
Thanks for asking! I'm going to answer your question with my main D&D character Hai for this one.
What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?
Our party needed a tank, so I was thinking of creating a martial character with a strength based stat. You know which (fantasy) race shows up as one of the first options on D&D beyond? Half-orc.
So I chose a Half-Orc, I wanted to really go against the grain of what that fantasy race is associated with, and decided to choose a character with a noble background.
So yeah, that was the beginning into her backstory, and for most of my characters it will probably be backstory!
2. Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?
Yes I did! @silly-goofy-mood was creating a character concept more or less at the same time as I was, and we wanted our characters to have some sort of connection prior to campaign. We eventually decided on being exes.
Otherwise, i think I knew that I wanted Hai to have a deity so I was also aware of one god, the God of the Unknown, which was my DM's creation @theccrowsnest!
All other characters and OCs were mostly just figures from the past that only now am I really beginning to flesh out. This consists of a human mother, a human stepfather, an orc father, an orc grandma, and a younger sibling, all which were concepts that I created around Hai.
I don't know if you noticed, but there's already two dads in the equation, three because the God of the Unknown is basically a dad, four if you count the first mate who I'll touch up on later.
3. How did you choose their name?
I wanted some spice in this fantasy campaign so I went to my heritage, but also be aware that my Chinese is pretty mid.
Hailang = 海浪 (hǎi làng)
Ocean waves. Yep. I named a character ocean waves. But! Consider that it is a pirate campaign so I needed to get even more sea themed stuff.
By the way if you're thinking of naming your character this, don't. Every time someone says "Hi" I don't know if they're talking about my character or greeting me because I'm not with a group of people who know about Mandarin Chinese tones nor do I expect them to. This was shortened to "Hai" because it was a cute nickname in my mind, until of course, reality caught up to me about the "Hi" as a greeting vs "Hai" as a name thing.
Only after I named her did I realize the conflict between the big famous Japanese wave that might be conflated with her name. I did not mean that. Whoops. And also, the Japanese word for indicating “Yes” so. Whoops x2.
Also after I named her, I realized that there's 骇浪 (Trad. 駭浪 Pinyin: hài làng) or “swelling/stormy seas" according to my translator app (can you tell, I'm not that proficient in the language). Well. My character has the personality of someone who's pretty calm so we'll see what happens. Will she start becoming more akin to those stormy seas or stay the way she is? I'm asking because I don't know either.
Saangbiar = “上边儿” trad: “上邊兒” (sǎng - An incorrect interpretation of the Wu dialect, biār - erhua Northern/Beijing Dialect)
Yeah. If I stuck to an actual Wu Chinese dialect, her last name would be "Zabiar," as zɑ̃ would be the correct tone for 上, so that's my bad.
Originally, I was going to have Hai's last name be from the north, as it means "above," but uh then my DM's map came out and I realized the location from where that last name came from would be the south.
Fair, because I also tried to use the Wu dialect, which is a much more south-eastern dialect of Chinese, in her name. Did I want to change her entire name of "above" to "below" just to fit the standards of a fantasy land? No, not really. Plus, I was getting kind of attached to it already, with the funky non-pinyin type spelling Frankenstein of two Chinese dialects that are part of my heritage (tho I messed up one I apologize to everyone on that side of the fam).
And that is how I got her name.
19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?
Ooo, great question. Fun fact, Hai's favorite fruit is oranges because the island that all the orcs are from produces those. She's got memories of sharing the pieces between her and her grandma (orc dad's side, 奶奶, iykyk).
She also shares these with the First Mate of the ship, @wall-e-gorl's character. Pirates you know, gotta keep up the citrus fruits lest the scurvy gets you, matey.
Edit: also oh my gosh I need to find the art they did of the oranges stattt
#hailang saangbiar#thanks for the ask!#crow's next crew#crows nest crew#gay pirate campaign#oc#my oc#my ocs
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This episode of Dangerous Romance was once again very good ! I always look for Friday now. This series is so refreshing in a way I wasn't expecting. It won't change the world of BLs but there are so many series at the moment which have a very heavy tone or are quite sad. Dangerous Romance is able to deal with serious topics but also fluffy and cute moments as well. It's a nice combo.
The romance between Sailom and Kanghan is taking a new step each episode. I like how they balance each other. Sailom is seriously the best boyfriend Kang could ask for. He is really mature, knows how to apologize when he makes mistakes and he is there to support his boyfriend when he wants to be on the football team and get in university at the same time. Kang, on the other hand, is showering Sailom with love at any chance he can get. It's really precious. He is never shy of showing his affection and being loud about his love for him. Their romance is one of the best parts of this series.
I'm also rooting for their friends to have their romance starting because the chemistry is right here and I thought they would kiss in the restroom when they both went there to have their so-called fight. I guess it's not for now yet, but I have my fingers crossed. Something is happening between them. I feel it.
Grandma was again the MVP when she trusted Saifah despite her son's accusations. She is the best grandma and I'm glad she trusted her judgement first. I think Saifah was also relieved. I understand why people could get the wrong ideas about him but I also believe he is a good person. He loves his brother deeply and it's giving him my trust.
However, Kang's dad was again off the mark. I still don't know if he is really acting this way because he thinks he knows better or because he is really insensitive. His interactions with Saifah are weird. The vibe is awkward. I thought for 5 seconds that he was even flirting with him but the heavy music made me doubt myself. Kang's dad can't understand his son and what he is doing to him is kinda shitty. It's probably a misunderstanding but we never know. I feel bad for Kang because his dad is rather dismissive.
I can't wait to see the next episode with Kang and Sailom's love escapade.
#my thoughts#thai series#gmmtv series#thai bl#dangerous romance the series#dangerous romance#kanghansailom#kang x sailom#sailomkang#sailom x kanghan#Episode 8 of Dangerous Romance
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[[ transcript below ]]
gemma: can i open the door or should expect more surprises?
sapphire: [muffled voice] asks Amy
[ Amy giggles ]
sapphire: sorry, she watched grandma in the greenhouse and now she doesn't stop creating flowers. our room is a mess.
gemma: no need to apologize, sweetie. come here you two, give me a hug
[ watches and speaks quietly ] are they fighting again?!
sapphire: they doing that a lot. maybe because we know for real that i don't have magic?
gemma: it's not your fault Sapph, don't ever think that
emilia: good morning Gemma
gemma: morning Emilia
emilia: these 2 are running away from home school
sapphire: want to go to normal school
emilia: this is normal for spellcasters, Sapphire
sapphire: i'm not
[ emilia sighs ]
gemma: let's make a deal? just go with your mother and after i ate my breakfast i'll join you
one last hug and then go, common go go
[ Amy complains slightly ]
emilia: thanks ... will you come down now?
i would wait a little up here, Morgyn is there. they must be preparing for the council meeting.
#urge#gemma charm#amy charm#sapphire charm#emilia ernest#darrel charm#ts4 story#s4 story#amy is for amethyst but she NEVER uses it#sapp always do even when other childs laugh about it :'(#only close ones call her sapp
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Basic Instinct Chapter 15
A/N: At this point, I'm expecting you all know any warnings that might follow and that you're well-prepared! The rescue mission is about to commence~
Masterpost
Akashi had carefully packed a backpack he was given for a school trip once. It came in handy now, that's for sure.
He went over the things he had packed: A few clothing items so he wouldn't show up completely empty handed in simply his PJs at his grandmother's doorstep. His toothbrush. His phone, it had all his account informations and unlike his laptop didn't take a humongous amount of space. His wallet- even if his father were to block his bank account, he'd still need things like his ID.
The stuffed lion his mother had gotten him went too. He didn't really sleep with it anymore, but he couldn't bear to leave it behind, not when it reminded him so strongly of his mother, and happy childhood days. The ones he was allowed to have, at least.
He didn't knew what was going to happen to his school life, but he packed his notebook just in case his grandma found a way for him to continue attending Rakuzan.
A few more important trinkets that were gifted to him by his loved ones, a bracelet of his mother's that he had held onto, a funny Christmas sweater given by Kotaro, a tiny bronzen Emperor's pinguin- one of Midorima's old lucky items that he'd given Akashi, cute socks that Reo bought for him after he tore a hole in one of his socks practicing with him on the streets and the scarf you had lend him once that he refused to give back to you because it smelt just like your soft, pretty hair.
He even used the shoelaces of his basketball-shoes to tie them to his backpack, something Aomine would often do. 'I can't believe I criticized Aomine for this, only to do it myself two years later. I suppose that idiot has the occasional functionable plan.'
Hell certainly must have frozen over, for Akashi to give Aomine a compliment over his thinking.
He faked going to bed, though he made sure to sneak one of his jackets into his room. When it was time, he quickly put on his shoes and he shrugged his jacket on as he went over his backpack one final time.
This was it.
He was fleeing from his childhood home, leaving the familiar building he knew for as long as he could remember, behind.
And depending on his father, he might never come back.
Never would he see Yukimaru again, or walk through the garden remembering the flowerbeds his mother had loved best.
Never would he see his father sitting at the same table again.
The memories of his father made Akashi pick up the backpack with a pained, heartbroken scowl on his face. 'I cannot believe I have to flee my own home, from my own parent, in order to be happy. Why can't he just let me be happy?'
He blinked and prepared for tears to fill his eyes once more, but they wouldn't come. There was pressure, but nothing would come out. He had already cried all of his tears, and now there was only this horrible feeling at his eyes.
Like trying to vomit on an empty stomach, where nothing would come out.
He did had a massive headache though.
He had almost forgotten, one could get a headache from crying too much. He hadn't cried that hard since his mother died.
He went across the stairs in a daze, and met up with Fujioka, Umemiya and Yuuki.
The group went silently to Masaomi's Lotus, and with utmost precision, Umemiya put Akashi's backpack in the trunk, and Akashi caught glimpses of the servants' belongings.
Akashi felt a pang with guilt, but all three of them smiled at him with such warmth that he knew, they were doing so because they cared and that he'd have nothing to apologize for.
It touched him so deeply, that he wished he could still cry, because he didn't knew how to express his gratitude enough.
But he couldn't make a scene and alert everyone.
He sat silently at the back of the car, Umemiya seated himself at the driver's seat, and Yuuki sat next to him on the passenger's seat.
Fujioka sat next to him, and almost immediately put his hand on Akashi's shoulder, rubbing him with kindness.
Akashi couldn't stop himself from leaning against his butler, needing the comfort. His butler held him as the car began to drive, and he sobbed with no tears into the man's shirt.
When they arrived at the Kaneshiro place, it was still very early in the morning.
They had agreed to unceremoniously sleep in the car, and restore some energy before they would present themselves to Akashi's grandmother.
Akashi did not object to the idea, as the three servants in front of him were as trustworthy as his friends and cared for him more then his own father.
Yuuki immediately fell asleep, slumping in the passenger's seat with utter exhaustion. Umemiya made sure her head was supported by a soft traveller's pillow, before he nodded off himself. Fujioka was the last of the servants to fall asleep, and he had never stopped rubbing Akashi's back before sleep finally took over him.
But Akashi couldn't sleep, he wanted to let you know what was happening. And as he quietly went through the trunk, through his backpack, he felt at peace with his decision.
He grabbed his phone, and his stomach dropped as he saw a small chain of texts, from you.
-Sei, I don't now where to start! My mom's completely beyond any reason! Though I bet your dad is too.
Sometimes I genuinely wonder if she gets off on my tears.
I'm tired of parents just having kids to fullfill their own needs and duties. We need them, not the other way around. Sometimes, I wonder if she ever actually sees me for who I really am, instead of an image she build her wishes and delusions around.
She always lets me fix her mess, be the responsible one and when I was to just be myself and be young, she gets angry because thanks to her BPD she sees me as an extension of herself, not as an individual human being. She drags me around like her ragdoll because she wants to do fun stuff and have a companion on her days off, she decides what I wear because my outfit choices are 'stupid'.
Before puberty, she wouldn't even allow me to decide my own haircut, as she'd always cut it in this stupid bob that she thinks looks cute on kids and that's how she always wore her hair as a kid. When I always wanted to grow out my hair like Rapunzel but for as long as I can remember my mom has been jealous for having beautiful hair.
I bet your father has a hair dresser unleashed upon you to ensure you don't get edgy haircuts that can be used as a joke by the other elite kids, he seems as controlling as my own alright.
Anyways I hope you're okay. I wish at least one of us was. I love you, no matter how this ends, know that. XXX Y/N-
Akashi gritted his teeth, and with a deep breath, he closed his eyes. 'I knew her mother would be livid too.
God, tell me how do I save her too?'
#knb#kuroko's basketball#akashi#akashi seijuro#knb x reader#basic instinct#kuroko no basket#toxic parents#running away#fujioka to the rescue
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tæhyung thinks he will be a potential tiger hybrid giving his energetic and curious spirit. just to find a bittersweet surprise at the sight of his newfound fluffy ears.
[ !hybrids // fat tæhyung // side vm¡n ]
his awaited 20th birthday approaches, and as the first born in his family, it's easy to say that his parents and relatives are excited to see the changes in the young male.
th watches his friends reach their final stages and turn into various types of mammals and prays. their bodies changing accordingly to their genetics along their newfound animal features.
he's just a couple of months away from the special day and the changes should start to show on his body. or that's what he expected when his childhood best friend jm became a mischievous and lithe calico cat hybrid. the difference is that he already knew he was a cat, just that his spots manifested a week before his birthday.
and for th… he barely developed a tail and his ears lack color or even signs of future patterns.
anxiety takes the best of him so he relies on stress eating, and it makes wonders to distract his mind from everything and his family's expectations. it even improves his sleep by the end of the week, as he always gets too exhausted after stuffing everything he can find, leaving him in a food coma every time. only waking up to eat and repeat.
but when the weight piles up, his family starts to… talk. and that only makes him eat more, and more past his limits even in jm's house, where he's always welcomed warmly.
he's devouring and licking clean a big serving of chicken, nestled with jm on the older's couch as they watch tv. th catches on his best friend's purring, kneading th's engorged gut through the thick blanket. "you must be a big breed," he says. but not in a derogatory way like his family, but in a fond way. "maybe you turn it into muscle when the day comes."
"i -uUrp, 'scuse me, i guess." he's a bit embarrassed of his deteriorating manners, but he can't help it when jm meticulously massages him anytime he's packed full of food. "you must be the only one that– *hic*-uUURp likes it, though…"
jm's ears perk up curiously and somewhat concerned at his tone. "like what?"
th is too awkward to talk about it, so when jm eyes got rounder and his purring stopped he didn't think twice before gesturing at his belly with an energetic shake. it messes his stomach for all the food he packed and a quiet burp slips out his lips.
he ducks his head, hiding the best he can under the blanket. shit. he's about to apologize (or just leave the country and rename himself as vincent) until he hears it.
jm is purring, loud, with his flushed cheeks and his labored breathing. he's purring at the fact that th changed into this. whatever it is. "y-you really like me like this?" the calico hybrid nods, squirming on the spot with the need to touch and knead again.
and th wants him to.
so th puts the blanket aside, revealing his bloated frame barely contained in his unbuttoned jeans and outgrown sweater, and jm is fast to snuggle him and massage his gut like it's his job. more burps make their way out but jm doesn't seem to care. he's too caught in the younger's appearance to care about anything else to be honest. "whatever you become, you'll always be my big, lovely teddy bear."
th hugs jm by his waist and hums on his hair. a bear… it would be so befitting to his body now, it would be… wait a minute.
that's when th realizes, he is becoming a bear. is common to have various breeds of hybrids in a family even when there's a dominant type that remains for generations. but there was another hybrid besides various kinds of tigers; his great grandma from his dad's side was, indeed, a grizzly bear.
it confirms his suspicions when his ears become fully brown and rounded, now connecting the dots why he packed all the kilos so neatly all over his body, not leaving any inch of skin without a layer of flab.
he's double the size he was before his transition started just two months ago. his belly ballooned taking most of his downward vision and weight along his saggy pair of moobs. his face lacks definition with his developing double chin and his limbs are not too far from his rocketing gain, as he now waddles while walking and his arms barely go around his belly when full.
it also explains his lethargic behavior now that winter is around the corner and hibernation season is about to start.
and he eats a lot more, that's for sure, but he gets bloated frequently and with it the gas is definitely guaranteed whether he likes it or not. he pats his gut proudly and burps at his fist while caressing his underbelly. he should be embarrassed of his gas but... too tired to care, too good not to repeat.
his family finally accommodates to his needs, pampering him with foods and snacks every time he pleases, and loading his room with pillows and blankets for that purpose. he fears he will be hibernating through his birthday, and he kind of did.
but it was celebrated nothenless, with the traditional seaweed soup and a big chocolate cake all for himself. at some point, he's halfway on his cake and he can't keep up because his eyes keep closing. so jm, all cute and attentive since day one, feeds him the rest while th rests his tired arms on top of his belly. he even blows on th's hot chocolate so he doesn't burn his tongue and helps him to bed so he can rest from all the emotions and his (now usual) stuffing.
jm stays cuddled up in th's arms as the big bear hybrid sleeps soundly at the older's purring and his digesting belly.
he loses some of the extra weight when winter ends, not quite reaching his initial weight but he's seemingly more active and regained enough mobility to live normally with his new chubby frame. he's a little taken aback with that many changes in so little time, as he's not used to be consciously fat with no return, but he has jm to remind him how beautiful he is regardless of body type and make the best biscuits on his tummy.
// the end //
#bts feederism#chub kink#breadcheekstetefic#burp kink#hybrids !!!#this idea was supposed to be my first tumblr post#happy valentine's day 🖤
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