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Weekly Press Briefing #15 - October 2nd - October 8th

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from October 2 – October 8, 2022. Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing!

Challenges/Prompts:

The following is a roundup of open challenges/prompts. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

Trope Soup: A Josh/Donna Tropes Fest is open for prompt submissions and claims. The deadline was extended and fics will be revealed on Saturday, October 22. Learn more here.

The October 20 prompts in 20 days are up on Tumblr.

Big Block of Cheese Day is celebrating its one year anniversary with October’s prompts.

Photos/Videos:

Here’s what was posted from October 2 - October 8.

Bradley Whitford posted a pic of himself and Wendell Pierce 40 years ago.

Dulé Hill posted a selfie with his daughter.

Allison Janney posted a picture of herself as Nancy in her new film To Leslie. Amy Landecker posted

Marlee Matlin posted a photo of herself and her brothers at a wedding.

Marlee Matlin posted a funny video of herself with her makeup artist.

Josh Malina posted an old picture with Allison Janney.

Richard Schiff posted selfies of himself and his wife at a movie premiere.

William Duffy posted some screenshots and a birthday wish for Janel Moloney.

Wisdems posted a video of Bradley Whitford and Julia Louis-Dreyfus promoting their Veep/The West Wing crossover fundraiser lifestream on October 9.

Edits/Artwork:

#SAMJOSH: august, honey (you were mine) by thefinestmuffin [ARTWORK]

#JOSHDONNA: don’t look at me, you got a girl at home and everybody knows that by sam_writes_fics [VIDEO EDIT]

Miscellaneous:

On Thursday, October 6, Janel Moloney made her premiere on Law & Order: Organized Crime S3E3 Catch Me If You Can as Deputy Inspector Lillian Goldfarb.

On Friday, October 7, Allison Janney’s new film To Leslie (which is directed by Mary McCormack’s husband Michael Morris!) came out in theaters and on Apple TV.

On Sunday, October 9 at 7 pm central time, Wisconsin Democrats is hosting a The West Wing/Veep crossover fundraising live stream event.

Creator Spotlight:

Each week, we will talk to a fandom creator and interview them about their work and their process. We’ll also give you the opportunity to ask them questions, too! Want to be a featured creator? Find us via one of the methods listed at the end of the briefing!

This week’s creator is @mlea7675 on twitter and on ao3. You can find the spotlight on tumblr or on twitter.

Shout-Outs:

This is where shout-out members of our fandom (and the people who brought us the show, in one way or another). Got a birthday coming up? Did a friend start their first watch-through of the show? Let us know! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

Happy birthday to Janel Moloney!

Happy birthday to Twitter user @sam_writes_fics! You can find her fics here.

This Week in Canon:

Welcome back to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run.

Season 1, Episode 3: A Proportional Response aired on October 6, 1999.

Season 2, Episode 1: In the Shadow of Two Gunmen Part I aired on October 4, 2000.

Season 3, Episode 0: Isaac and Ishmael aired on October 3, 2001.

On October 4 and 5, 2001, Donna spent the night with Cliff Calley and wrote about it in her diary.

Season 4, Episode 3: College Kids aired on October 2, 2002.

Season 5, Episode 3: Jefferson Lives aired on October 8, 2003 (but is set on/around July 4).

Season 7, Episode 2: The Mommy Problem aired on October 2, 2005.

Editor’s Choice:

Happy birthday to Janel Moloney! This week we’ve picked some fics that focus on Donna Moss, including some where it’s Donna’s birthday too!

only lovers see the fall by sam_writes_fics | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | “How’d you know they’re from me?” he asks.

“I told you,” she smirks, “I’m tuned to you.”

“Still?”

She bites her lip. “Always.”

// S7: Donna has a birthday somewhere between The Cold and Election Day

Until I Break Into Pieces Without a Trace by normativejean | Rated G | Donna Moss | Complete | Sometimes being stuck in place is the only way to move forward.

Little Victory by emlocken | Rated G | Donna Moss | Complete | Pre-Series. Bartlett wins the Democratic presidential nomination in 1998. A young campaign staffer celebrates with dessert and a quick call to Mom and Dad. Molly Morello is not the only person from back home who's proud. Dialogue.

all will be well by joshatella (shuuuliet) | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | It is, without a doubt, the worst birthday that Donna has ever had.

Donna's Big, Unwrapped, Microwave Oven Box by Bramble [archived by westwingfanfictioncentral_archivist] | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | It's Donna's birthday -- guess what Josh gets her?

it's not the chase that i love (it's me following you) by JessBakesCakes for swancharmings | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Five times Josh is turned on by Donna's professional successes, and one time Donna's turned on by Josh's passion.

Fics:

Presenting your weekly roundup of fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own. If you are so inclined, please be sure to leave the authors some love in the form of kudos or comments. Be mindful of posted warnings/tags for each story.

Josh/Donna

always thinking you're behind me by cleansl8 | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

The Tenant by electric_eel | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

there ain’t no need to go outside by mikaylawrites for sam_writes_fics | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Keepsake by eowyn_of_rohan | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

the art and artistry of alpine skiing by hufflepuffhermione for sam_writes_fics |

it’s the treasure of my life to spend it by your side by JessBakesCakes for sam_writes_fics | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

31 Days of Halloween by sam_writes_fics | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

the kinktober drabbles by flowersinapril, hanyolo | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

Onions by eowyn_of_rohan | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

CJ/Andy

i’d write this in the sky by jazzjo | Rated G | C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt | Complete

when the rain comes down (on babylon) by jazzjo | Rated G | C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt | Complete

Sam/Josh

right where you’re meant to be (right where you are) by hanyolo for sam_writes_fics | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete

Secrets (just to keep you) by Worldsofdreamers | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete

Other Pairings/Gen Fic

don’t want you to go but I’ll be okay by Luppiters | Rated G | Danny Concannon/C.J. Cregg | Complete

it started off with a kiss... now it ended up like this by imawkwardlysocs | Rated G | Sam Seaborn/Original Female Character | In Progress

In Love With The Other Party by Leanna [archived by westwingfancentral_archivist] | Rated T | Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn | Complete

Ambition by jazzjo | Rated G | C.J. Cregg & Josh Lyman, Josh Lyman & Leo McGarry, C.J. Cregg & Leo McGarry (no pairing listed) | Complete

the feast and the famine by rearviewmirror for crossingdelancey | Rated M | Jed Bartlet/Leo McGarry | Complete

Tease by krazykitkat | Rated M | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

Multiple Pairings

breathe by jazzjo | Rated G | C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

life and love are the same by jazzjo | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, C. J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler (implied) | Complete

Not Quite the Parent Trap by eowyn_of_rohan | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn | In Progress

Red, White, and Boo by fleurfemme (Scream crossover) | Rated M | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Dewey Riley/Gale Weathers, Ellie Bartlet/Sidney Prescott | In Progress

Paradise City by casliyn | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet, Zoey Bartlet/Charlie Young, Amy Gardner/Josh Lyman, Helen Santos/Matt Santos | In Progress

it’s easy when you’re young (not to realize that you’re lucky) by jazzjo | Rated G | Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt, C. J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

Three’s a Crowd by cocoandmoses | Rated E | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler, C. J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler | In Progress

not a question (but a lesson learned in time) by jazzjo | Rated G | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler, C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt, C. J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Laurie Cuddy by Shinyrosa (House, M.D. crossover) | Rated T | Lisa Cuddy/Greg House, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

the first thing we do by fiery_one_18 | Rated T | Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, C. J. Cregg/Kate Harper | In Progress

(don’t lose sleep over) the half-life by jazzjo | Rated G | C. J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt, Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

you belong (in that home by and by) by jazzjo | Rated G | C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt, C. J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler, Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler

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Shuichi x fem!reader fluffshot

desc; shuichi with a fem!s/o who enjoys wearing dresses. she goes out of her way to buy a dress for a date.

warnings; they're in highschool? i think???, suggestive depends on how you look at it, fluff, so many clichés, i did some fake text messages bc i didnt know how to type the text message format

word count; 2k

“Hmm...” You hummed frustratingly as you skimmed through the dresses in the shop, not finding one you were happy with. You were trying to find a dress that you thought Shuichi would like, but so far you haven’t found one that piqued your interest. You furrowed your brow at a blue dress that you came across on, looking at the back in interest. You grinned as you finally found the right one, the one you were going to wear for the date you had with Shuichi.

As you brought it to the counter and took out your wallet, you couldn’t stop thinking of how Shuichi would react. You felt giddy from the excitement of seeing him flushed from the sight of you. Quickly purchasing the dress, you grabbed the handle of the bag the dress was in and made your way back home with a bounce in your step.

As you sat in one of the public bus seats, you checked your phone for the time. Your eyes widened in panic when you saw the big bold letters read, “5:00 pm” That meant you only had 1 hour to prepare for the date you had with Shuichi. You put your phone back in your pocket and started fidgeting with your fingers in distress, predicting how much time it would take for you to get home, shower and dress up. ‘Would there be enough time?’ You thought. Shifting uncomfortably in your seat as the anxiety bubbled up inside you, waiting to pour out.

Whilst you were panicking in the bus seat, Shuichi was at his house trying on multiple shirts that he was unhappy with. He stood in front of his full body mirror with faux confidence, “H-hey there uh, you look great!” He spoke to the mirror with a nervous smile, picturing you in front of him. His face dropped as he sighed, “Great? Great!? Get it together Shuichi, we both know that she’s much more than great.” He grumbled to himself as he took off his shirt and--yet again-- put on another one.

He looked in the mirror, examining the black button-up on his back. He made a sound of uncertainty before nodding, “Eh, okay.” He inhaled before faced the mirror again and looking himself dead in the eyes. “S/o, would you be my girlfriend?” He said--surprisingly--without a single stutter, before breaking character and groaning. He squatted down and muffled his screams in his knees, face red from shame. “I can’t do this,”

“No, I-I can do this. What would Kaito say if he saw you being such a coward?” He muttered as he stood up and paced the room stressfully, before stopping and staring at the flowers he got for you. He had an internal battle in his head between ‘What if she says no?’ and ‘But what if she says yes?’ In the end, he decided that future Shuichi would decide.

~~~

Once the bus stopped near your home, you quickly hopped off the stairs of the vehicle and started jogging to your house. You unlocked the door to your house and rushed to your room. Checking the time again, it read 5:14 pm. ‘Perfect.’ You thought as you hastily stripped yourself of your clothes and showered. No longer than 10 minutes later, you carefully got out of the shower, careful not to slip. While you dried yourself, you heard your phone ring. Unlocking your phone, you smiled at the message from Shuichi.

Shuichi yelped as he pressed send, throwing his phone at his bed. You replied back with trembling fingers and rosy cheeks.

You laughed loudly as you watched his calm composed texts turned into embarrassed apologies. Your nerves easing as you laughed. Taking a small breather, you replied back with a goofy smile on your face.

You left his last message on read as you dried your hair with a victorious smile. Whilst you basked in glory, Shuichi was at his house, trying his best not to imagine you naked. “Keep it together, Shuichi!” He told himself, voice muffled by his hands. He lightly whacked his head, trying to stop where his thought process was going. He really didn’t want to picture you naked; He would never look at you the same way if he did. Shaking his head of his strange thoughts, he went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face.

~~~

Once you dried your hair thoroughly, you got out of the bathroom, shivering as you felt the cold hair hit your damp skin. You quickly slipped on your undergarments, wanting some sort of material on your cold body. After slipping on your undergarments, you made your way towards the small paper bag you had left near your room door. You reached into the bag and grabbed the dress, grinning excitedly as you saw the glossy dark blue fabric.

You put on the dress and went to go check yourself in the mirror. Looking into your reflection, you beamed at how your dress looked on your figure. You felt like a fucking Disney princess. You made a few funny power poses in the mirror to hype yourself up. This might be your new favourite, you thought, you just hope that Shuichi likes the dress just as much as you do. You did a few playful spins in the mirror, before glancing at the clock on your wall, ‘5:35 pm.’ Looks like you had more time than you needed.

You sat down on your bed, picking up your phone, and opening the messaging app to text Shuichi. Your thumb hovered over the keys, as you hesitated. You decided it would be rude to ask someone if they wanted to go earlier when you had already agreed on a time. So, instead, you exited the app and scrolled on Tumblr, occasionally laughing at a shitpost.

〜〜〜

Shuichi stared at his phone, waiting for the screen to light up with a notification impatiently. His ahoge perking up every time he saw his screen brighten up with a notification, but deflating when he saw it wasn’t you. He glared at the small box before caving in and grabbing his phone. He opened the messaging app, about to text you when suddenly, his phone started vibrating. He almost dropped his phone from surprise, fumbling it until he caught it. Unfortunately, his thumb had tapped on the answer button before he could see who it was.

When he finally held his phone in his hands to look at it clearly, his eyes widened as his heart thumped when he saw your name. Clearing his throat, he quickly brought his phone next to his ear, letting out a squeaky, “Hello?” He winced at the unwanted pubescent sound his throat made, face-palming as his voice failed him.

“Uh-Hi! Is-is your throat okay?” You asked, unsure if who you heard was Shuichi. “U-um yeah- No, my uh, my throat is fine.” He cleared his throat once again. It was as if he had forgotten to speak, somehow managing to mess up each word. “S-so, why’d you call?” Shuichi asked nervously, trying to steer the conversation away from his squeaky voice. He awaited your answer as he laid on his back on his bed, gripping his phone with one hand and leaving the back of his other hand on his forehead.

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“No reason, really. Guess I just got impatient and wanted to hear your voice.” You slyly replied, your face heating up with every word that made its way out of your mouth. You see, that was a lie. You had actually been trying to change his contact name to something funny but you had accidentally pressed the call button. What? Did you really think you would have enough confidence to call him yourself? Hah, you wish! You should be thanking your ginormous fingers.

Shuichi sighed dreamily, basking in the sound of your voice. He was so entranced by the sound of it, that the lovesick idiot forgot to reply. Causing your thoughts to go into overdrive and your confidence to go ‘poof!’, “Oh! I-I’m sorry if that’s weird! I just mea-” He snapped out of his daze the moment he heard your panicked voice, quick to dismiss your thought process, “N-no, it’s not weird! To be honest, I wanted to hear your voice too but I just d-didn’t have enough confidence to call.” He admitted quietly, face flushing from his mini confession.

“O-oh.” You were sure you were going to pass out from overheating, he wanted to hear your voice too! You lived in the thought that Shuichi likes the sound of your voice. Shuichi continued the conversation, “So... Tell me about the dress you said you thought I’d like, I’d love to hear about how it looks.” Shuichi smiled fondly, knowing how much you love dresses. As the image of you in a summer dress popped up in his head, he felt his heart warm up. He’s extremely grateful that you enjoy wearing dresses because he enjoys seeing you in them just as much.

Every time he sees you approach him with a dress on, he’s on cloud 9. He swore he was the luckiest man alive when you accepted to go out with him. As you giggled at his words, you were unaware of the effect your giggle had on this man. Your giggle was near fatal for a love-sick fool like him, you made his heart pump just a little bit faster in his chest.

“Nice try, Saihara-Kun. But it’s a surprise! Don’t worry about it though, I am positive you’ll like it.” You teased, running your fingers on the glossy blue fabric in thought. Shuichi chuckled underneath his breath, making your heart skip a beat this time. “You caught me,” Shuichi confessed, laughing quietly. You pressed your hands against your red cheeks, feeling how warm they were.

Glancing at the clock, you spoke, “Oh hey, it’s already 5:46 pm. Are you going to pick me up, Mr. Detective?” You purred, standing up and searching for your purse. Shuichi checked the time on his phone, eyes widening at the time, “Already? It felt much shorter than that.” You shook your head and laughed, “Time goes faster when you’re having fun.” You chimed. “That’s the most cliché thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Shuichi deadpanned, causing you to chuckle at the tone of his voice.

“But it’s pretty accurate isn’t it?” Shuichi sighed in defeat, “I guess so. Or maybe the author was too lazy to write more.” You hummed in agreement, “That’s probably what happened, yeah.” You smiled softly before saying the words neither of you wanted to hear, “Hey, we have to hang up now.” Shuichi felt dread wash over his body at the thought of not hearing your voice, “You have to pick me up remember?” You reminded, cleaning your room a bit before you left. “Don’t hang up.” He pouted, not wanting to stop hearing your voice.

“Shuichi, I’m going to see you in, like, less than 10 minutes.” You giggled at his desperate tone of voice, “Trust me, I don’t want to hang up either.” Shuichi exaggerated his sigh, “Okay, okay, I’m on my way. I’ll see you in 10 minutes, yeah?” He quickly got up, smoothening the wrinkles on his dress shirt. “Yup!” You gushed, feeling caught up in the moment you blurted out, “Love you!”

Crazily enough, Shuichi didn’t seem to notice it either as he replied, “Love you too.” As both of you hung up, you paused. ‘Wait.’

Shuichi also froze, ‘wait a second.’ The two oblivious idiots simultaneously had a mental breakdown, both realizing that they both had just confessed to each other. What did this mean? Were you two a couple now?? Shuichi pushed the thought to the back of his head, focusing on the fact he had to drive to your house and he couldn’t be distracted(drive safely!). He picked up his keys and the roses he had gotten for you earlier today, and made his way out the door.

You slipped on your heels with one hand while you held your purse with the other. Looking in the mirror one more time, you adjusted your dress slightly before taking a peek at the clock. 5:59 pm. You made your way to the door and opened it. Jolting when you saw Shuichi’s tall body right in front of you, “Shui- Why didn’t you ring the doorbell?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side. Shuichi looked at you in awe, you were right, he really did love your dress.

“I... Uh...” He couldn’t say anything as he marvelled over the way you looked in the blue dress. You grinned bashfully, twirling a bit for him. “You like it?” You bit your lip, looking up at him. He simply nodded, not able to think of any words to describe how godly you looked at the moment.

Holy shit, he really, really wanted to kiss you.

He found himself slowly leaning towards you, eyeing your lips. “Shu?” You tried to snap him out of his daze, before realizing where his eyes were trained on. Realization dawned over you and you flushed, eyeing his lips as in turn. Reaching up to grab his face, you gently put your hands on his jaw and craned your neck to kiss him. Thank god for the heels, you would’ve had to pull him down without them.

His eyes expanded due to the fact you made the first move. Closing his eyes, he gripped your hips, sliding his hands over the material of your dress. As he kept going for more of your lips, more of your touch, more of you, the more he became intoxicated. But to his dismay, you pulled away, breath fanning against his chin. “Ditch the date?” You asked, trying to gain your breath back. “Ditch the date.” Shuichi eagerly replied, curling his arm around your waist and pulling you inside your house, closing the door behind him.

this is so long ;--; and unedited- hsbhjbdkndfx i hope you guys enjoyed this! super fun to write brooo, and hey! its only 1 am! proud of me? :D - mod chia

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lovemesickly · 3 years

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plastic hearts - prologue

plastic hearts masterlist

a/n : this is my first ever fanfiction that i’ve written on tumblr, so i hope that most of you if not all of you enjoy reading my story. also quick side note if you didn’t know before but during this book (much later) i plan for the main character to have a love interest. based on what you’ll know about the mc, please feel free to share your opinion on who you think her love interest should be.

chapter warning(s) : none so far

prologue : job hunting

song : sunlight by hozier

It was days like today that made it hard to get up, the woman’s body, who was laying in her bed, ached with every breath she took. She was tired, exhausted and if she had it her way she’d go back to sleep, but it seemed that every time she closed her eyes she was plagued with the feeling of terror. Stretching her arms out, she pulled the warm covers off of her just to rest her feet on the stinging cold hardwood. Trying to wake herself up she took a moment, running her palms over her eyes trying her hardest to rub the sleep out of them.

Though she ended up taking more than a moment as she got lost in her thoughts, lost in the feeling of the coldness that enveloped her in a hug. Finally after trial and tribulation, she managed to stand up on her feet. Some how her body caring for itself as she was dressed and ready to go about her day. Stepping out into her hallway, she ended up shutting her front door with her wallet and keys in hand. Double checking that her apartment was in fact locked, she looked down at her watch covered wrist only to see that it was fifteen minutes to two.

Racking her brain she calculated the time in her head, estimating that she should be back home at the latest by six thirty. Tucking her hands in the pockets of her jean jacket, she started her journey of trying to get outside, her feet themselves carrying her down the stairs. Once making her way outside, she started to trek to her destination. She had one objective today and that was to find a job. And with the rate she was going she honestly wouldn’t be able to survive off of the money she had left in her bank account.

By now an hour had passed and she hadn’t had any luck with jobs. Continuing to search the streets of Washington D.C. to find help wanted signs, the corner of her eyes seemed to catch a blur of black. Sharply turning her head, the woman got whiplash as she looked down the street only to see a black suv with tinted windows pointed in her direction entirely. She wanted to get a closer look as she couldn’t see who was in the car but knew someone was as the engine was running.

Trying to not look into it too much, she started to walk again turning her head back to it’s original position only to take a quick glance back at the suv. Though the moment she did, she was filled with surprise as the spot it previously occupied was now vacant. Huffing under her breath, the woman received weird looks as she spoke to herself silently but not as silent as she had though, “it’s nothing Alek, it’s nothing.”

Continuing with her task for the day, (the now named woman) Alek walked down every street of the metropolitan area. With that, her luck had gotten better as she managed to score a couple of interviews on the spot. Though, with every interview she was only told that they would call her in the next couple of days with the news if she got the job or not. And to be honest with how everything has been going lately she’d be surprised if she actually somehow got hired.

Furthering her quest, the sun had now set as it was close to six pm, the city of Washington D.C. busier then it had been before. By now Alek just wanted to get back to her apartment and take a blistering hot shower as her whole body was numb from the frigid cold weather. Trying to get some feeling back in her feet, she started trekking back to her apartment.

About to cross the street, Alek looked towards her right and left to make sure no cars were near by and that it was safe to cross. Looking around it was clear to the naked eye that the street was safe to cross but only to that of the naked eye. For a second she too had thought it was safe until she saw something reflect in the darkness of the night.

As her eyes couldn’t depict what exactly she had seen her feet started to carry her towards the reflective object. Alek had only taken about 3 steps when all of a sudden she seemed to realize that the reflective object wasn’t an object at all but it was actually a car. The black suv that she had seen earlier in the day to be exact. Usually, she wouldn’t be so concerned about the suv but having seen the exact same one more times this week than she really has with any other cars, it bothered her greatly.

Shaking her head, she knew exactly what the source, causing the suv to follow her every move, was. Knowing that it wasn’t going to stop until she put an end to it, she ended up turning around changing her destination to that of a bus stop instead of her apartment. Alek honestly couldn’t believe that it had to result in this, at first when she noticed the black suv she wasn’t at all worried. It was pretty normal to see suvs all around Washington D.C. it was a sight everyone sees everyday.

Though, to have seen the same suv multiple days in a row and to see it almost everywhere she went, irked her in more ways than one. Reaching the bus stop, Alek was fortunate enough to have arrived right as a bus pulled up. As the doors opened, she climbed on in only to see more than a dozen people occupying the seats.

“Where to”, a voice called out causing her to snap her head towards the direction the voice came from. Her eyes stumbled across the face that went with the voice, recognizing them as the bus driver.

Pulling a five dollar bill out from her right back pocket, Alek handed it to the burly looking man. “Virginia”, she said but she could tell that wasn’t enough from the look on that of the man now holding her once five dollar bill. Swallowing hard, she set her shoulders back while looking the driver in the eyes with a look that could only be described as blank. Though it was hard to tell as her eyes were covered by that of a baseball cap but that didn’t matter as she finished her sentence, “Quantico, Virginia”.

Just as she had uttered her sole destination, the driver closed the doors and started driving again. Seeing that almost all of the seats were taken, Alek ended up heading towards the back and taking a seat that was up against the window. As soon as she sat down she closed her eyes, taking a second to just relax and let everything soak in.

It wasn’t that she was feeling overwhelmed it was just the fact that she still wasn’t use to this life. The life of an everyday normal United States citizen, where people have real 9 to 5 jobs and don’t have to worry about the enemy. Overall, it was too much sensory overload for her body, it wasn’t just the change in environment but the people along with it. Going about their day as if everything was fine and dandy, they had families that they could go home to, people that would miss them.

Just thinking about it she got a little jealous, it was an emotion that Alek haven’t experienced that much in her life until she moved to the D.C. area. Trying to shake it out of her body, she opened her eyes and scoped around the bus. Casting her eyes to the left of her she could see that there was a middle aged man who kept tapping his foot on the floor of the bus.

By the looks of it, he had just gotten off work as he was covered in a grey tailored suit with his briefcase resting at his feet. To everyone else he might look well off that of a wealthy man and he probably was. But upon seeing his left ring finger Alek seemed to notice that there was a slight tan line accompanying it. That in and of itself was enough to tell her that he use to probably be wealthy, but all his wealth was taken away in the divorce.

Hence the tailored suit, the leather oxfords obtaining his feet, the bright silver diamond watch on the inside of his left wrist, along with his sleek black suede briefcase. It seemed that whomever he was married to, had gotten to keep everything including his car because it wasn’t everyday you saw a man like that on a bus like the one both the man and Alek were occupying.

Having glanced at the man long enough, she turned her attention back towards the window that occupied the right side of her body. She sighed as she watched the streets of D.C. wiz on by, though it turned into a blur as she was now lost in thought. She hadn’t even realized what was going on until the bus stopped and out yelled the bus driver, “we’re here”.

Slowly she lifted her head, expecting to be met with many faces only to be met with one and that being the driver of the bus. Getting up, she made her way to the front, thanking the burly looking man as she made her way down the steps and out into the crisp cold air. Taking a deep breath, she looked at her watch for the third time only to see it was closer to eight pm than it was to seven. Wow, a total of about two hours and she still didn’t even realized how long she had been on that bus for.

Pulling her denim jacket tighter around her body, Alek started her journey to her now almost reached destination. It took about 15 minutes to arrive, but once she had she couldn’t pull the door open any sooner. Stepping into the building she was met with warmth, the one thing her body had been lacking all day. Making her way towards the elevator she was quickly stopped short, “excuse me miss, but where are you going”.

Pivoting on a foot of hers, she looked at the woman who stopped her. “I was told to just make my way up, I’m here for a meeting”, Alek lied to the woman in front of her causing the unknown woman to bunch her eyebrows in confusion.

“Meeting with who? Im sorry but that can’t be visiting hours are over”, the small statute of the woman was now just getting on Aleks’ nerves.

Hearing the elevators open Alek started to walk backwards towards them. “My meeting”, Alek said just before taking a step back into the elevator, “is with SES Erin Strauss”. With that, she watched as the other woman’s face turned bright red. Whether it was from the fact that Alek was now standing in the elevator or the fact that Alek had a meeting with Strauss, she had no idea. And she didn’t stick around to find out as the elevator doors closed and she was now headed up towards the floor of the BAU.

Honestly, she couldn’t remember the last time she was in the FBI headquarters, but she knew that it was long ago. If her memory serves her right she hadn’t stepped foot in the building since she was in middle school. All in all it’s been almost two whole decades since Alek has seen the inside of the building and she wasn’t unhappy about it either. Before she knew it the doors to the elevator slid back open and she was now one step closer to her destination.

Walking towards the glass doors that led to the bullpen of the BAU, Alek swung it open only to be greeted by the stares of strangers. Minding no business to it, she continued her journey up the steps of the bullpen and walked down one of the long corridors that led to Strauss’ office. Stopping in front of her office, Alek raised her hand and knocked on the door lightly only to be met with a, “Come in”.

Opening the door, she shoved her body into Strauss’ office. As she was now in, Alek watched as Strauss looked up from her paperwork and pointed to the door behind Alek, “please shut the door and take a seat”.

Doing as told, she shut the door and sat herself down in one of the chairs opposite of the SES herself. “So to what do I owe the pleasure of you being here”, Alek could just see the cocky smirk Strauss had on her face the moment she got done asking Alek that question.

Shrugging her shoulders, Alek clasped her hands in front of her. “I don’t know, you tell me”, she wasn’t going to play Strauss’ game if that’s what she thought, “first the phone calls now the suv, what do you want from me Strauss”.

Taking her reading glasses off, the once cocky smirk on the SES’ face was now wiped off clean. “I didn’t want it to go that far, but how else was I suppose to get your attention? I tried calling bu-“.

Right as Erin mentioned the phone calls Alek cut her off, “The phone calls should have been enough of a clue that I didn’t want to talk, that I just wanted to be left alone”.

“Well you should have known that I wouldn’t stop just there”, by now Strauss had a pointed look on her face her eyebrows raised all the way to her hairline. Both of the woman were now just staring each other down while sitting in silence until Strauss let out a deep breath and continued from where she left off, “I want you to join the team”.

Shocked would be a pathetic word to describe the emotion that passed over Alek. She was more so bewildered, why on earth would Strauss say such a thing. “What, why”, where the only words that Alek could get out of her mouth at the moment.

“You’d be a great asset to the team, we could use someone like you especially with your background”, by now Alek still didn’t know how to process this all. As she still had yet to say anything Strauss decided it would be best to ask the woman opposite of her a question, “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it?”

The moment that question left her mouth, Alek was all too quick to respond, “I haven’t”. That seemed to shut the SES right up as she now looked flabbergasted. Shaking her head Alek stood up, her heart was racing through her chest almost caught in her throat, “I can’t do this”. Making her way towards the office door, Alek ended up practically slamming it open and hurrying down the corridor as she could feel the walls closing in on her.

Just as she was about to step on the floor of the BAU bullpen Alek was pulled back into reality as the voice of the person she was just speaking with rung out behind her, “Miss. Vultaggio, I understand that you’re going through some things right now but please give it one day, that’s all I ask”.

At this point Alek was fuming with anger, clenching her fist so tight she cut off the blood circulation only to turn around looking SES Erin Strauss point blank in the eyes. “I mean no disrespect ma’am, but going through some things?”, Alek all but spat out at the woman. “You have no idea what I’ve been through, the things I’ve seen, the things I’ve....done”, Alek had uttered that last word with what some could think was disgust. At that Alek closed her eyes trying to calm herself down before opening them up again, now calm Alek took a deep breath, “But, I’ll think about it”.

With that, Alek didn’t have the time to see the look on Strauss’ face as she just wanted to get the hell out of there. Turning back around Alek made her way towards the doors of the BAU only to catch out of the corner of her eye the stares of four people.

From the looks on their faces it seemed clear to Alek that they had caught the conversation or I guess the banter she just had with Strauss and to say that they were pleased would be an understatement. They probably have never heard anyone talk to Erin that way before as she was their superior, one that they weren’t very pleased with.

Though just as Alek was about to turn her attention back to getting out of there, she ended up catching the eye of the youngest one in the group. She could feel him profiling her as soon as their eyes met, though he wouldn’t be able to profile much as he probably had no idea where to start. Having been through enough during the day, Alek ticked her jaw in agitation and set her eyes forward again just to walk out of the BAU and back into the elevator.

Looking at her watch for what should be the last time that day, Alek slightly chuckled under her breath. How wrong she was about the time she would make it back to her apartment only just seemed to annoy her more than ever.

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Your ex taps you on the shoulder and says, “I still love you.” You say? I feel like I’ve answered a similar situation recently, but I would assume it was a drunk text or wrong text, inform them about it, and move on.

Do you play video games? Nah. I do feel a sort of connection of video games since I grew up surrounded by them, though; but I’m more of a watcher than anything. I like watching playthroughs of video games I’ll never play. Do you spend a lot of time with family? No. We used to, back when the quarantine was still a relatively new thing – we hung out in the living room all the time. But now that we’ve settled in this new normal, we’re back to our normal routines and I usually like staying in my room.

Is your house more than two stories tall? Technically, yes. We have a rooftop that serves as the ‘third’ floor.

Have you ever hit your significant other? Has he/she ever hit you? My ex and I never hit one another; that’s a gigantic red flag even I would notice, considering I ignored most of the ones I saw hahaha.

What makes you an attractive person? (Talk about your personality too!) I’m not sure if I’ll be able to answer this question directly, but I like my generosity. I’m not sure if I can call it attractive, though. But if we were focusing on physical features, I like my smile.

What color is your hairbrush/comb? Pink.

What snacks do you have available in your household atm? My dad splurged on chips in his last grocery run so we actually have quite a lot of junk food in the pantry at the moment. He also bought several packs of cookie sandwiches, wafers, sunflower seeds, and garlic-flavored peanuts.

Has anyone recently told you that they like you, or find you attractive? Neither.

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? No, she’s just a good friend of mine.

Do you care about anyone that doesn’t care about you? I guess I don’t, because I’m not even aware of them.

Was your last Facebook friend requests from a male or female? Guy. It was another reporter, so I just ignored it and luckily he didn’t PM me just to ask to add him back, which others have already done. I really hate when work people try to make their way into my personal accounts.

Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you? My parents, especially when they are rude to service crew. Gen X-ers are impeccably talented at that, apparently.

When was the last time you ate a bar of chocolate? Around two or three weeks ago when I had dinner at Angela’s. Her dad gave me a bar of Crunch so I can have something sweet after our meal.

Do you play any games on Facebook? No, I never did hop on that trend.

What would you like to get a degree in? I wanted a degree in journalism, and graduated with such. At the end of my college stint I didn’t want to pursue it anymore, but I pushed through with it anyway because it was too much of a hassle to shift and start all over.

Do you wake up a lot in the middle of the night? Technically not, because I stay up until the middle of the night anyway. It’s been a while since I fell asleep anywhere between 8 to 10 PM.

Would you prefer to read a book, watch a movie or TV show, or play a video game? Watch a show.

Do you usually get popcorn or soda at the movie theater? I don’t like either; I get fries instead.

What genre of films do you like the best? Drama.

How many bank accounts do you have? Two but I haven’t been using the other one in months. That was the bank account I initially opened when I first started ~adulting~ but when I got employed I was required to enroll in this other specific bank, so that’s what I mainly use now.

Have you ever had the flu? Not really. I just get the occasional fever that pop out of nowhere.

What is your goal for the next few months? Start saving FOR REAL, and also prioritizing furniture over merch for a while so I can finally fix up my room, which is quickly starting to look and feel like just a warehouse and not very homey at all.

Have you ever had some kind of sleep-disorder? How did it affect your life? Nope.

Have you ever had food poisoning before? Describe the experience. Yeah, it was from barbecue that apparently went bad, even though it tasted nothing of the sort. I woke up at 3 AM sweating profusely and with the most excruciating stomachache; I was feeling hot, cold, and nauseous all at the same time, and it probably lasted for like an hour or so.

What are two things that you have no problem paying full price for? Sealed albums and my pets’ vet expenses.

Funny, charming, cute, romantic, smart - choose only 2 for the opposite sex. Charming and smart.

Have you ever let somebody use you? Why did you do it? It felt nice to help people.

You can go back in time & change something in your mom’s past - what is it? Good question; I’ve never encountered this before. I would let her live a more comfortable, privileged life, where she didn’t have to staple her shoes to keep them closed or have to choose between eating at a fast food restaurant or being able to commute back home.

Do you know anybody who is around the exact same size as you? Who? I’m not sure, actually. Everyone’s always slightly taller than me.

Ever been to a haunted house? How scared were you? I haven’t.

Been on any websites today you wouldn’t want your parents to see? Tumblr, I guess? My survey blog isn’t for any irls to see.

Which is worse: dusting or mopping? I don’t really do either often, but I’ll go with mopping.

Would you marry somebody who was intensely religious? Not for me.

Did you pull a senior prank? No, that’s not a thing here. Did you graduate? Yeah, elementary, high school, and college.

Have you ever been unfaithful in a serious relationship? Nope.

What was the last song you listened to? It’s a song called Epiphany.

Are you one of those lucky people with 20/20 vision? Not ever since I was like 9 lol.

Is fashion one of your interests? I’m way more interested in it now for sure, mostly because the celebrities I’m into these days put a lot of effort when it comes to their style; so it makes me more aware of the trends that come and go, as well.

Do you think you’ll eventually find that special someone? I’m keeping it as a possibility, but it’s not a priority for me now.

Do you care what people think? To an extent, I would say. My life doesn’t depend on it, though.

Is acting something you enjoy? Never been.

What was the last thing you broke/sprained? Do you mean a thing or a body part? Anyway, I’ll answer both. The last thing I broke was my BTS Mic Drop pen of V looooooooooool the figurine came off the pen :(( It was pretty cheap though so I’m fine with it; I can always get another one. Last body part I sprained was my ankle, when I had a bad fall a couple of years ago.

Have you ever fought with a friend because of their boyfriend/girlfriend? Because of yours? Either hasn’t happened.

Has a stranger ever yelled at you for your language? I don’t think so.

Whose house, other than yours and your families', are you most comfortable at? Angela’s. Also JM’s, just because their family doesn’t hover and that vibe can sometimes be nice whenever I’m at someone else’s place.

Has any of your friends’ family ever yelled at you? Never.

Did you ever play a sport as a little kid? Did you enjoy it? Not as a very young kid, but I took up table tennis starting when I was 12. Did you ever watch the show Full House? Nope.

Is there a celebrity you are just DETERMINED to marry? Now that’s just delusional haha. I’m pretty obsessed with some celebrities, that much I can admit; but thinking of them in the context of marriage is so many steps overboard.

Have you ever burned someone’s picture? No. I could, but I am scared of fire and will probably just think of other ways to express my anger, like tearing up the photograph. What’s the longest hike you’ve ever been on? Total length was probably like 3 hours. I haven’t gone too far when it comes to hiking.

Would you ever get a lip tattoo? Not interested.

Who is the first person of the opposite sex that pops into your head? Hans.

Do your parents smoke cigarettes? My mom tried it once in her life, I think. My dad has never smoked.

What does one of your T-shirts have written on it? “Hope right here!”

Name a pet you definitely wouldn’t want. Anything that’s supposed to roam freely in the wild, like squirrels.

Would you prefer your partner smaller or taller? Taller, since I’m already quite pint-sized to begin with lol.

Do you enjoy going through old pictures? Sometimes. Other times, it's too painful. It also depends on the era of the pictures. < Agree, especially with the eras. Childhood photos are always fun to look at, but I have had to delete a CHUNK of photos from years ranging from 2014 to 2020 because I’ve lost a handful of friends from that period.

Do you believe people when they say they don’t judge people? It’s hard to for the most part, but I’ve noticed very few people people really don’t. Most of the time it’s bullshit though.

What did you love the most about the town you grew up in? That it’s pretty close to the metro.

What’s a movie that you laughed the hardest during? Hmm, I prefer TV shows if I’m craving comedy.

What’s a movie you cried the hardest during? Life Is Beautiful.

What’s your favorite restaurant? Omakase for my sushi fix; School Tteokbokki if I want Korean; Yabu if I’m looking for a generous rice meal.

Is there a dessert you don’t like? Anything with fruits.

Favorite album? After Laughter by Paramore.

What’s a book that you read because everyone else was reading it? I can name authors instead of books – John Green and Haruki Murakami.

Underwater or outer space? Outer space.

Dogs or cats? Dogs.

Kittens or puppies? Puppies.

Bird watching or whale watching? Whale watching. I don’t get to be in the water as much, so I would jump at the opportunity.

What is your spirit animal? I dunno if I have one but let’s just go with dog and elephant, I guess? They’re my favorites.

What was your best subject in school? History.

What was your worst subject in school? Chemistry.

What is one thing you wish you knew in high school? Don’t waste your time.

Who is your fashion icon? Audrey Hepburn.

Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds.

What color dress did you wear to prom? For my own prom it was cream-colored/beige. When I went to Mike’s ball, I went with a royal blue gown.

What’s your favorite plot-twist? I don’t think I’ve found my favorite yet.

Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now? Not actively.

Honestly, what’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad? I dunno...road rage, maybe?

Honestly, ever made anyone cry when you were mad? It’s very likely.

Honestly, when was the last time you REALLY cried your heart out? Sometime in the last week.

Ever pop someone else’s pimple? No thanks.

Do you need to return anyone’s phone call? Nope.

Who are you closest to? Angela.

Have you ever had a bad concert experience? No, all the ones I’ve been to have been amazing experiences.

Are you currently sad about anything? Not really. I can’t complain.

Have you had any form of exercise today? Nah.

Can you handle blood? Nope, I will feel faint if I see it 100%.

Has any place hired you underage for a job? No.

Have you ever carried a concealed weapon? I haven’t.

Are you currently searching for a job? No, I like the one I have.

Does eating breakfast make you sick? No?

#survey #surveys

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ladypaulsvn · 4 years

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Mine, Yours, Ours

Billie x Reader x Cordelia

Word Count: 1,529

Part 1 / ?

Prompt: On one side you have Cordelia, your supreme that continues sending mixed signals about her affections for you, on the other side you have Billie, the famous medium you just met that seems awfully interested in keeping you company.

Summary: After Cordelia pushes you away yet again, you head downtown for tea where you meet Billie Dean Howard. You end up getting her number, and have a late night chat after a rough encounter with Cordelia when you get home late.

a/n: i got this prompt from someone here on tumblr. i’m gonna try & find it so i can give proper credit!

it’s from: @lourdsbitch i hope you don’t mind 😅 i really like your interpretation of the prompt and was hella inspired by it.

read their story here:

also, this is my first proper story i’m posting here so i apologize if it’s a bit rough! i’m still learning how this whole formatting thing works

You frowned as you exited Cordelia's office. She had yet again shooed you away. For anyone else, this would be expected, she was the supreme after all, and no matter how kind she was, she had her bad days. But she was your girlfriend for god's sake! She used to never treat you this way. Why was she acting like this? She had been blowing you off and acting cold for weeks now. Only responding in harsh tones and quick snaps. You began to wonder what you did wrong.

As you slowly descended the stairs, you decided you needed to cheer yourself up. You didn't need Cordelia. You sprinted back up the stairs and into your room, grabbing your purse, keys, phone, and wallet before sprinting back down and out of the academy to your car.

As you start the engine you pause and go to text Cordelia that you would be going out and would be back later, but stop yourself. She didn't seem to care what you were doing anyway, she was obviously too busy for you. Why should you let her know where you're going when you knew she wouldn’t even respond with anything besides a dry "K". So you pull out of the driveway, and head to your favorite coffee shop, where you ironically always order tea.

The bell rings above the door as you enter the shop, your favorite barista waving you over with a smile. It was a small shop, no more than 5 people were ever there at one time, so there was no line to wait in. "Y/N! Nice to see you again. Haven’t seen you in awhile and thought maybe we'd lost our favorite customer." the barista dramatically frowned and you laughed softly "No worries, just been busy. The usual please?" you hand him your card "Of course, 5 minutes top," you smile as he hands you back your card and you twirl around to go to your usual table that sat right by the window.

As you reach your table you stop dead in your tracks. There in your seat sat Billie Dean Howard, the famous medium. You had no idea she was even in New Orleans! "A little star-struck there sweetheart?" Her honey coated voice rang in your ears, pulling you from your trance. "I- uh, my tab- I usually sit here, I just, wow you're amazing." You ramble as she chuckles at your awkwardness and gestures you to sit. "My apologies for stealing your spot, I see you're a favorite around here, huh?" You expect her to get up and leave but she stays as you clumsily take a seat in front of her.

"I um, you can say that, yeah" You say, not wanting to sound conceited. "Your Chai tea," the barista sets your steaming tea down in front of you, "She is most definitely a favorite in these parts," he winks at Billie and walks away, leaving your cheeks tinted a bright shade of pink. "You're certainly modest," she takes a sip of her drink.

"You have fine taste." she says pointing to your tea and then to her own. "Personally I enjoy a little bit of whipped cream on my Chai." she winks at you and your cheeks burn even brighter. You clear your throat, speechless, not knowing what to say.

"Cat got your tongue?" she smirks, "Call me when you find it." she hands you a slip of paper as she gets up, giving your hand a soft squeeze. You hear the bells chime above the door as she leaves and you gawk at the paper in front of you.

She had written her phone number down, and gave it to you. You had Billie Dean Howard's number. You couldn't stop yourself from squealing as you entered the digits into your phone and saved her as a contact, planning to call her later that night.

***

When you got back to the academy, it was a bit late. You had stayed out the entire day, day dreaming about Billie and going round to different shops. You even spent a few hours at the library. You had actually forgotten about Cordelia momentarily. It was dark out now, so you quietly opened the front door, shutting it as softly as you could behind you.

When you entered, you immediately noticed a chair sat next to the door with a sleeping Cordelia curled inside. You cursed under your breath before tip toeing to the stair case, freezing when you heard "Y/N." in a cold yet sleepy voice behind you.

You turned around slowly and faced Cordelia, who did not look happy. "Do you have any idea what time it is? What the hell were you thinking y/n? I didn't get a single text from you about your whereabouts!" oh yeah, she definitely was not happy. You scoffed, "I didn't get a single text from you either Cordelia. I'm fine, you shouldn't have waited up for me. I'm an adult and can do as I please." you had guts, and the time, tonight. You had been frustrated with Cordelia for weeks now and you were tired of mindlessly obeying.

She looked at you with wide eyes, not expecting the outburst or venomous tone of your voice. She was standing at this point, a good distance away from you. You could practically see the wheels turning in her head. "Get up the stairs and to your room immediately, we will discuss this tomorrow." She ran a hand through her hair in frustration. "I was going there anyway." You spat and stomped up the stairs, making sure to slam your door as hard as you could.

You secretly hoped that Cordelia would come knocking on your door, begging you to unlock it and let her inside, but you knew that wasn't going to happen. You changed into your pajamas and crawled into your bed, remembering that you were going to call Billie tonight. You looked at the time, 9:47 pm. Was it too late to call now? You chewed on your bottom lip as you pulled up her contact, opting to send a quick message first.

y/n: hi Billie! it's y/n, i was wondering if i could give you a call tonight?

You hesitated, but hit send. You stared at the screen, hoping Billie would instantly reply, but she was a busy woman. She had her own tv show for christ's sake, how could you be so selfish to expect her to drop everyth-

Your phone was ringing.

Your eyes went wide at the screen as you realized that it was indeed Billie calling you. You immediately pressed accept and pressed the phone up to your ear. "Found your tongue?" her voice was pure music to your ears. You giggled softly, "Yeah, I did. It was amazing meeting you today." You were glad she wasn't standing right in front of you, your cheeks were flushed a bright pink, yet again. "I would say the same to you, sweetheart." She was effortlessly charming and every time that nickname slipped through her lips, your heart fluttered a bit too much and your stomach filled with butterflies.

"I didn't expect you to reply, nor call me. Especially so quickly because I know you're a busy woman and I respect that. I meant to call earlier but I got busy and when I got home something hap- I just, am so happy to hear your voice." You wanted to smack yourself in the head, until your heard Billie's wonderful velvety laugh on the other side of the phone.

"You like my voice hm?" She teased. "Why wouldn't I call you back? You're a beautiful young woman whom I intend to keep calling." You chokes at her words. Did she really just call you beautiful? "I- thank you but you're far more beautiful." The words slipped out before you could stop them and she gasped. "Now that is a lie y/n." her voice was dark and lovely. "I never want to hear another self deprecating sentence come out of that pretty little mouth again." You were silent. God she really knew what you were missing, huh? Someone to show their interest. Why couldn't your girlfriend do the same?

"Yes ma'am." You were raised in the south, Louisiana of all places, so it wasn't strange to you to refer to people in that manner. "Am I really getting that old?" She chuckled and you stammered "Oh, no! No I just i'm from the south, obviously, Louisiana, and I was just raised to speak that wa-" Billie cut you off.

"I was joking, honey. I appreciate the respect." you sighed in relief. "How about you tell me about the rest of your day I missed out on, hm?" You were shocked, did she really want to know the mundane details of your life? She couldn't possibly. "Really?" It came out as a squeak. "Of course, really. Tell me all about it sweetheart." You smiled brightly as you began to tell Billie about the rest of your day, conveniently leaving out the part where you got yelled at by Cordelia.

#cordelia goode #cordelia x reader #billie dean howard #billie dean howard x reader #ahs coven #ahs murder house #american horror story #sarah paulson #au fanfiction #fanfic

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capnudols · 4 years

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Promise

a/n: Um this is my first story in tumblr.... So please go easy on me. If somoene will ever read this.

“Promise me you’ll be my boyfriend in the future, okay?” She said in a warm tone combined with her beautiful smile. Her name is Lyka.

I blushed and said “Okay i promise.”, with a big smile on my face.

‘Okay, why am i rememebering that time.’ I said to myself and sighed.

8 years have past since she said that to me and left. She went abroad with her parents and i havent heard anything from her since then. I am now 19 years old and I’m a working student.

I sat at the counter and looking around the cafe I’m working in. The aesthetic vibe it gives with the black and brown color of the furnitures and the wall, really gives a bright smile in my face and gives me a time to relax. Well nothing’s new actually, this is like my typical everyday life. Go to school in the morning till afternoon and work at night.

It’s almost 7:00 pm and that’s when people tends to flock in the cafe. Students and workers tends to go in this cafe to just relax or even do their assignments or woks.

It really became a busy hour and when 9:00 pm came I can relax again. There aren’t alot of costumers at this time, so I closed my eyes for a bit.

“Um excuse me?”

“Hello? Mr.Cashier guy??”

I opened my eyes slowly, like how you open your eyes when you make up in the morning.

While I was still half asleep, I looked up and saw this girl and i tried going back to sleep.

“E X C U S E ME!” She said in a loud tone while snapping her fingers near my ear.

I stood up absurdly.

“Will you take my order now?” she sounded pissed.

‘Shit i accidentaly dozed off.’

“I’m sorry, what’s your order ma’am?”

“Can i get one Cappuccino?” she said.

I typed her order.

“Okay is that a-” I looked up to see her face and accidentaly went above her head.

‘Ummm i thought she’s tall...’ I was disappointed.

I looked down a bit and saw her. I was showing a disappointed look.

“What? Don’t tell me even here I’m gonna get laughed at because of my height.”

“No no no. It’s not that...” I replied.

“Then what is it then??” She asked with a pissed tone.

“Well....”

“Well what??”

“It.. really is about your height..” I giggled.

“See!! pft. There isn’t even alot of tall people here in the Philippines than people in the US but you guys still making fun of my height.”

I bowed and said my sorry again.

She went to find a sit and waited for her coffee then left after.

10:00 pm came and it’s closing time. I closed the cafe and locked the door. I walked home because my home is just near the cafe.

‘That girl was really pissed about her height, she’s like a chihuahua.’ I told myself and laughed out loud.’

I got home and saw a car outside my house. I went in and i was shocked, i saw the girl who went in the cafe earlier.

“Wait what are you doing here??” I asked while confused.

“Huh? Why are you asking me? What are you doing here?” she asked back.

“Why?? Because this is my home!”

My mother then interrupted us,

“Well you guys saw each other already huh.”

“Mom who’s this?” i asked.

“Wait wait, mom? She’s your mother?” The girl was schocked.

“Duh didn’t you just heard me saying mom?” I answered with a sarcastic tone.

Mom interrupted us again,

“Y/n, do you still remember the girl who made a promise with you to be um, girlfriend and boyfriend in the future?”

“Yeah wh-” I became speechless.

I was schocked and slowly looked at the girl.

“Yeah, this is Lyka.” mom continued.

Both of me and Lyka became speechless.

After a moment of silence, I spoke.

“So what brings you-” Lyka interrupted me.

“I came back to fulfill our promise.” She said in a warm tone combined with her smile, similar to the one she gave me 8 years ago.

‘Lyka, you always make me blush even before.’

@oikaw-ugh

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hey!! could we have some smutty/fluffy spencer reid fic if ur comfortable?? 😀

Oh my gosh...I so hope I do this justice.

Summary: Dulce periculum translates to “danger is sweet”. Takes place nine months after the episode “…And in the End.”

Maxine and Spencer have continued seeing each other, in spite of the interference brought to the surface by Cat Adams. Spencer continues to work closely with the BAU after it nearly dismantled, with signature members scattering to the winds, leaving behind only a few, including himself, to keep working on their caseload. After a long, intense case, Spencer returns home to a little more than a can of worms.

Notes: “Seduce my mind and you can have my body, Find my soul and I’m yours forever.” – Anonymous

Note: I am nowhere near Spencer’s level of intellect but I hope I did him justice. I didn’t want it to be too smutty or too fluffy so I hope the angst didn’t overtake the story. I hope that I lived up to the request - this is my first foray into this world of Criminal Minds in spite of it being one of my FAVE shows. I adore these characters. This was an anonymous request via Tumblr, so go easy on me.

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A modest demeanor arouses

Thoughts of seduction.

-Mason Cooley

9:30 PM

Spencer Reid’s Apartment

Washington DC

Exhaustion had been a familiar friend for longer than Spencer wanted to admit as his keys stabbed at the keyhole, missing four or five times before finally intercepting and setting off the mechanism inside. Instinct had carried him home and pure adrenaline had kept him from losing the battle with gravity as balance was a cruel mistress that had him hanging by a thread. Twenty-six hours, fourteen minutes, thirteen seconds, and the time was still ticking away. That’s how long it had been since he’d slept and J.J. did her best to distract him long enough on the jet back from their case but, it only made her relaxed enough to pass out in mid-story. The white flag sailed as he watched her for a few moments, relieved over the reclamation of their friendship, and indulged in a Rossi-like activity by accepting that glass of single-malt from Alvez as the clouds moved by.

The scent of books, old and new, wafted across his nostrils, ushering him over the threshold until the juniper paint, patterned wallpaper, and walnut wainscoting adjusted in his line of sight. It was home even if it hadn’t always inspired a feeling of comfort or care. Tonight, though, it was different, as the warm air nipped at his wrists and his Adam’s apple as he loosened his loudly patterned tie above the curve of his vest while he kicked out of his shoes. Spencer hadn’t considered himself the drinking type but he was eyeing a bottle of cabernet sauvignon from Sonoma Valley gifted to him by Garcia the week before she left. He’d made a promise that it wouldn’t just sit and collect dust but it had started to do just that as he looked at it nestled between a section of old Shakespearean collections.

Poetically placed, he had figured, as he pulled the bottle from the shelf and smiled at the wine’s vintage of 1981. He chuckled over the choice of a wine from the year he was born and at the intentional way that Garcia knew how to appeal to his attention to detail. Missing her presence didn’t do it justice as he pulled his phone from his pocket, formulating the text to the bubbly woman that never ceased to put a smile on his face even at the darkest of times. She really had become his rock and kept him sane as the world seemed to be falling apart around him.

I made you a promise when you gave this to me. I’m getting ready to pop the cork on this one.

He snapped a picture of the bottle and sent it with the text, a smirk still resting on his lips as he pushed the phone into his pocket and glanced at the closed door behind him. It was quiet and lonely in the room, almost to the point of agony as he went to the stereo equipment in the corner, flipping through the albums until a Jazz compilation stood out. The cover was bright, loud even, and represented everything that Spencer wasn’t as he put the vinyl on and let the needle touch the ridged surface as it spun. The melody filled the room with just enough sound to be a murmur that played against his eardrums while he went to the kitchen in search of a corkscrew.

The phone buzzed in his pocket and Penelope Garcia’s name lit up across the display as he took a peek, conjuring a smile that rivaled a first kiss as he pressed the speaker. “Garcia…You didn’t need to call me while I open the bottle.”

“Nonsense, mon ami,” Garcia’s voice was refreshing and missed as he searched through a kitchen drawer that was uncharacteristically cluttered, rifling through everything. “Where’s that lovely girl Maxine? You should be popping that bottle with her not sitting there alone.”

“I sent a text when I got back to DC but she hasn’t replied yet,” Spencer unearthed a corkscrew with a red handle from the mess and pushed the drawer closed, a confused look on his face as he went to work on the bottle. “I know that she was complicit in the Cat ordeal, but there are times that I feel as though it’s still hovering over our heads like a dark cloud.”

“You’re literally the smartest man I know but you’re also the dumbest, Reid,” Garcia’s remark coaxed a scoff as he popped the cork free, the sound echoing in the nearly sterile kitchen as he let the bottle breathe. “Sometimes, you have to woo a woman even when she says you don’t need to woo her.”

“Speaking of wooing…how are things with Alvez?” Spencer opened the curio and retrieved a squatty wine glass with a gold rim, a faint smile appearing as he carried it and the bottle into the living room. “Every time I inquire he threatens to take my sidearm and shoot me.”

“Shut the front door…I wouldn’t have pegged him for a privacy guy,” Garcia’s laugh in Spencer’s ear was a welcomed distraction as he poured the wine and sank into a leather chair, the squish considerable as he felt it give beneath his backside. “We’re taking it slow. Dinner and movie nights every chance we get, nothing extravagant yet. I’m, shockingly, okay with it with respect to my relationship history.”

“I’m absolutely overjoyed for you, Garcia,” Spencer took his first sip of the deep red liquid and let it wash over his palate for a moment before swallowing, appreciating the blend of flavor that his friend had picked for him. “As expected, the wine is exactly as it should be and more. Thank you.”

“Oh, it’s good? I was worried that it would be too pungent with the vintage but something about it spoke to me and you know me. The louder the message, the quicker the grab,” Garcia couldn’t hide the excitement through the phone as her voice climbed a little higher while his eyes watched the bubble in the burgundy shade swirl. “You’re being honest, right?”

“I’m a notoriously bad liar when it comes to you and I wouldn’t lie about a gift from you, Garcia,” Spencer was enraptured by the texture of the label on the bottle as he twisted it with the tips of his fingers as it sat against the top of the table next to him. “Drinking alone, though? I’m out of my element.”

“You should call her, Spence,” Garcia’s tone softened as she referenced Maxine with a soft implication, tapping at the weaker parts of his psyche as he picked the glass back up and elevated it, before taking a sip. “It couldn’t hurt to have company. Just rip off the band-aid.”

“It couldn’t hurt to have a lot of things but I seem to find new and exciting ways of ripping open a perfectly good suture,” Spencer was thinking of Maeve, haunted by her pale ghost to the point that he could almost see her visage standing at the window with a book open while delivering a pointed look that scolded him for even thinking of her right now. “I don’t know what to do without sounding like a desperate, lonely man.”

“Desperate is kind of a subjective term for your situation, my philosophical friend,” Garcia had him curious and confused, which unsettled his stomach as he leaned against the armrest, elbow digging into the leather while the sigh hovered in his lungs. “No one should be alone unless that is what they actually want—and I don’t get the sense that you want to be alone.”

Garcia had been right about him. Spencer Reid’s naiveté was oozing from his pores, lighting him up in neon as the air finally left his lips in a huff. A man could read every book ranging from the scientific methodology to the psychological qualities of beekeeping but it would not be enough to get by in a real-world situation. This wasn’t beekeeping and while hedonism could be quantified, it could not be taught. This was the one time that paying extra attention to Derek Morgan might’ve done him a little bit of good but he shied away from that kind of bravado back then. He could already picture the smirk on Derek Morgan’s face if he were present; the white flag flying to be shown the ways of natural masculinity that Spencer really never wanted to utilize.

At least, he never wanted to until the flash of Maxine’s deep, mahogany eyes passed through his consciousness with that mysterious, playful smile that enraptured him.

“That would involve her actually answering my calls or texts,” Spencer swallowed a considerable mouthful of the wine and tilted his head back, letting the vertebrae crack back into place with a satisfactory series of pops. “I haven’t heard back from her since yesterday when she called to tell me goodnight before we finished the final day in Chicago.”

“Was your invitation a normal invitation or one of those signature Spencer Reid-style invitations buried in sarcasm and symbolism that only your closest friends might actually understand?” Garcia was tinkering away on her end as she let out a laugh and became an echo with a change to speaker. “You’re on speaker while I wrestle with a cork.”

“It was a standard invite, I think,” Spencer wrinkled his nose and stood up, pacing the floor as the needle bounced against the stopper and the music came to a halt, muting the noise in the room. “Are you joining me in a glass via telephone?”

“No, I’m letting it breathe before Luke gets here,” Garcia’s voice preceded the pop of the cork as Spencer switched the vinyl to an Annie

Lennox album in an effort to depart his typical mood. “We’re watching Hardware, drinking chardonnay, and eating fruit and cheese.”

“You’re watching a horror film about androids?” Spencer had a smirk hiding on his lips as the androgynous, melodic vocals filled the room while he adjusted the curtains. “I wouldn’t have expected that from you.”

“I lost a bet to Luke about the number of texts, emails, and phone calls he could squeeze in while on a case,” Garcia was reluctant with the admission as the comment had Spencer’s interest piqued fully. “He managed to nearly double the number that I said he’d do and he, literally, sent me a text that said, ‘I win, I win, I win’ like a six-year-old.”

“So that’s why he was on the phone so much,” Spencer started to laugh as he recollected each moment that Alvez was on his cell phone while having a full-blown conversation with him, the realization that he was paying attention to Garcia absolutely hilarious as he let the pieces fall into place. “I’m glad you’re happy, Garcia.”

“It’s been a long time coming, hasn’t it?” Garcia’s question blended perfectly with the distinct tapping against the door from the exterior hallway, bringing Spencer’s attention toward it without hesitation.

“It really has,” Spencer got up, leaving the wine behind on the side table as the spirit of inquiry took over and encouraged his feet forward until his hand was at the lock to turn it.

“Was that a knock at the door, Spence?” Garcia asked, the muddled reverberations of glass tapping together moving through the phone as she kept him on speaker.

Spencer didn’t fully absorb the question as he clicked the deadbolt until it unlocked the door, the shift of the door vibrating against his palm as his equilibrium spun. Spencer’s anxiety jumped and his palms began to sweat as the subtle tapping of heels against the floor preceded the sigh that he could hear through the barrier between them. He had his conclusions as to who it was and the excitement was taking a backseat to the paranoia he couldn’t help but feel. Maxine hadn’t talked to him since the day before and her showing up to his apartment unannounced wasn’t one of her typical characteristics. It had him reeling as he opened the door to confirm his guesses as her brown eyes stared up at him beneath waves of dirty blond locks.

“Hey,” Maxine’s voice was in that tenor between mousy and pointed as she tucked her hair behind her ears and rocked in her heels, folding her hands behind her back.

“Hey,” Spencer bit down on his bottom lip until it hurt and felt the fog lift as he could hear Garcia saying his name in his ear. “Garcia, I’ll call you back. Have fun with Alvez and your wine night.”

“Go get her, Tiger,” Garcia had an unmistakable perk in her voice before she hung up the phone, leaving Spencer with the cellular up near his face like a nervous teenage boy.

“Are you going to let me in or is the plan to stare at me until I disappear?” Maxine exhaled slowly, her eyelashes fanning down then up as she slowly blinked.

Spencer made a short, sweeping motion with his hand and moved to let her in, the hesitation written on his face as he furrowed his brow while closing the door. “You didn’t call. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you.”

“Sometimes, I want to keep you guessing,” Maxine had been a subtle, welcomed surprise in his life but the tone in her voice was different as she leaned against the back of his sofa and narrowed her stare as he turned to look at her. “Can’t a girl be a little bit mysterious once in a while?”

“That would intimate that there was a need for something titillating and I didn’t think we’d gotten to the point where things were boring,” Spencer swallowed hard, the mental processes rocking as her smile took shape and the curves of her cheeks softened that stare for a moment. “Have we?”

“I didn’t say that,” Maxine coiled her index around the center button of his vest closure, lingering along the flat, pearl finish as she chewed the center of her lip and looked up at him. “I have moments where I can’t get it out of my head seeing her in your arms and I want to know if you think about it, too.”

Spencer knew she was referencing Cat as he nearly swallowed his tongue and stepped away from her, moving toward the kitchen to retrieve another glass to offer her wine. “I think I need a refill…would you like a glass? It’s from Garcia.”

“Sure,” Maxine had been taking notes, toying with Spencer in some way as she leaned against the armrest of the sofa and crossed her legs, perching there like an elegant bird as she studied his movements. “You’re not answering me which leads me to believe you have been thinking about her.”

“I have a photographic memory, Max,” Spencer was pouring her a glass near his own, the contents of his dwindling bottle evident as it became lighter in his hand. “I’m incapable of not recollecting pieces of my history at any given moment of the day.”

“You know that’s not what I mean, Spence,” Maxine’s tongue lingered on his name as she went to the record player and moved the needle until the downbeat of Annie Lennox’s “Cold” began filling the room. “I have eyes. I can tell myself on a daily basis that it wasn’t loaded but there has been a part of me that just wonders…”

Don’t I exist for you

Don’t I still live for you

(Cold, cold, cold)

“You’re not her,” Spencer extended the glass of wine and watched her big, bright eyes track up his arm until they met a gaze they’d never seen before as a swallow nearly betrayed his cool exterior. “You don’t need to be.”

Maxine took a sip and scrutinized his body language as he battled with nerves and a desire that hadn’t quite manifested all of the way in front of her yet. “I really want to believe you but I feel like I was just the safe choice to keep you from looking inward. I don’t want to be your crutch.”

“You’re not a safe choice and you’re definitely not my crutch, Max,” Spencer’s tongue was loosening as he raised his glass to his lips, watching her from the rim until he tipped it to drink. “You have been so much more even though I’m the worst at elucidating it.”

“I know that she’s dangerous and you seemed to like that about her,” Maxine pressed her lips together, mingling the wine with her lip gloss as she moved them gently back and forth while angling her chin down just a touch. “Saying what you mean really isn’t your forte…you should be trying your hand at showing it for a change.”

The comment was loaded but Maxine wasn’t wrong about her observation as she blurred the line drawn in the sand with her toe, palming the glass as the distance between them seemed like miles. Spencer wanted to be gutsy and the wine was dulling the separation between bravery and stupidity as he held the bottle in the air, tilting it toward her like a peace offering. Maxine met him in the middle, letting him fill the glass until the last drops splashed into the deep, claret liquid. The sound of Annie Lennox over their mutual silence only added to a sense of anticipation between them as Spencer let the bottom of the bottle touch the top of the table with a resonating clink.

Dying is easy

It’s living that scares me to death

I could be so content

Hearing the sound of your breath

“It’s a little pathetic that it took a couple glasses of wine to cross the proverbial bridge, Max,” Spencer nearly melted into the floor over her fingers around his tie as she tugged it loose from the deep green and gray woven blend of his vest. “Gives a whole new meaning to the words failure to launch, doesn’t it?”

“I see no failure in anything going on but you’re definitely going to have to tell Garcia this wine is fabulous,” Maxine grinned from behind her glass, the warmth gathering at the back of her throat with each sip as she looked up at him. “You’re overthinking being here in front of me. Do I make you nervous, Spence?”

“Only since the second I met you,” Spencer wouldn’t have ordinarily admitted it but the combination of the wine playing on his inhibitions and her free hand tugging his tie was more than enough to tip the scales. “You’re one of the few women that I’ve encountered that speaks her mind so freely and it never ceases to amaze me. It isn’t danger that I seek, though…I need you to know that.”

“You’re talking around the subject as though you think I’ll be bruised by what you’ll say to me,” Maxine gave the satin material between her fingers a firm tug, bringing Spencer off balance as she elevated to the tips of her toes to nibble the curve of his lip, tasting the wine that had stayed behind. “Stop being afraid of the possibilities for once in your life.”

The needle began to stutter against the center of the record player as Spencer elevated his glass to his lips, finishing the last drops in a final swallow. Reluctance nagged at him as he pulled his tie free and moved around to the extensive collection of vinyl, thumbing through until he found Annie’s album Medusa sticking out from a section of her others. It was something about the combination of wine, Maxine, and an impromptu confessional that had him desiring the sound of Annie Lennox crooning in the background. It was an odd thing, though, that he couldn’t remember the last time either of these records had been played, let alone the last time he wanted to keep hearing more than classical emanating from his speakers.

“The curse of the romantic is a greed for dreams, an intensity of expectation that, in the end, diminishes the reality,” Spencer had her captivated as he managed to dull and heighten seduction in the same breath as he placed his glass next to the empty bottle of wine.

“Marya Mannes?” Maxine still had a fair amount left of her drink in the glass as she eclipsed the distance and leaned against him, arching up to breathe against his neck. “All really great lovers are articulate, and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction.”

“I had thought about going with that one but I figured you’d see right through me,” Spencer was already identifying the notes of her perfume and body butter as she directed his chin down with her fingers while she extended her arm to put her glass down. “Is this why you didn’t text or call?”

White tea, sage, a hint of citrus. The combination was intoxicating, but not overwhelming. Delicate and sophisticated, but not girly.

“Talking myself into coming over here with a singular goal in mind and arguing with the resistance against it?” Maxine tasted his lips again, letting a kiss develop as she ran her fingers through his hair and steered his hand around her before looking into his hazel eyes. “Agonized all day over the potential for rejection.”

“And now?” Spencer let her tug his jacket off and toss it aside, knocking over a stack of previously read novels on the coffee table in the process. “Feeling particularly brave or brave enough to get by?”

“Actually, I’m contemplating the impracticality of seduction when one wears as many layers as you do,” Maxine laughed as she popped the buttons free on the vest, loosening his tie as the front of his shirt finally peeked out. “How long does it take to undress alone when you wear this much? You better not be wearing an undershirt like the prim and proper man I think you might be.”

Spencer had a bright pink sheen to his cheeks as he fiddled with the delicate material of her cardigan, folding it open across her shoulders over the top of a chemise while his eyes stayed balanced on hers. “I don’t think I get dressed thinking I’m going to have anyone trying to seduce me. I thought this was a good, sensible choice for attire when I was arranging clothes for the week.”

“The week?” Maxine’s lips curved into a grin as she loosened his tie and gave it a tug, freeing it from his collar in a smooth motion while she licked her lips and watched the nervousness form on his face. “You really are hyper-vigilant aren’t you?”

Maxine beamed up at him as her thumbs slid underneath of the top of his vest, guiding it away from his arms until he was casual in nothing more than a linen shirt and his slacks with those dark, houndstooth patterned socks. Spencer was captivated but his analytical eye was paying attention to the little swell of her lip as it moved between her teeth between sharp inhales. Maxine was controlling her breaths and giving him ample opportunity to read her, learning the little things that drove her crazy even as she was trying to explore him and push his limits.

“No, I’m a specific planner so I can fit everything in a suitcase with enough foresight to anticipate the possibility of a longer than normal trip,” Spencer was rationalizing his anal-retentive behavior while Maxine was halfway down the front of his shirt, undoing each button without taking her eyes off of his. “…you’re unusually deft with buttons, has anyone told you that?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that,” Maxine had him in a tailspin to the point that his rear bumped against a bookshelf as she curled her index to draw him forward. “I really am making you anxious. It’s written from the top of your head right down to your toes.”

“I take it back, you are a little dangerous,” Spencer swallowed another knot of nervous energy, the cold air wafting across bare skin as the linen fell away from his chest and abdominal musculature, exposing the expanse of gooseflesh as the light caught the pale gleam of his skin. “I have officially sobered up.”

“I have to find a way to keep it interesting,” Maxine had previously admired the constant politeness from Spencer but she wanted something more from him as she felt havering fingertips against her collarbone. “We’ve tiptoed around each other for long enough and we both have nothing to lose.”

The soft declaration was an invitation and the fire in her eyes simply provided the spark as Spencer took that leap to pull her in, taking the lead. Studying the rhythm of her beating heart on nights they’d spent wrapped in each other’s arms on his couch watching an obscure movie together had given Spencer just enough ammunition of where begin and how to continue. Maxine had also begun to learn patterns of Spencer’s subtle bits of signaling, though, as she felt his hands down her arms, guiding the sleeves away from soft skin. She expected nothing less from him as his agonizingly sweet, tantalizing care with each part of her elevated the pace of her breath and pushed forth urgency as she watched him slip to his knees with each nibble of skin along her stomach.

“You can’t tell me that you didn’t think about your outfit before you put it on, Max,” Spencer was pushing boundaries and hiking up her skirt, tugging at the nylons that were barely masking the natural porcelain skin that captivated him. “The material, the color…the fit…everything is has a purpose and my assumption is you changed clothes before you came here.”

“Ah, fuck,” Maxine held onto the edge of the stereo stand as Spencer bit down on the space above her belly button and pulled her nylons down, pushing his fingertips against her skin to awaken the goosebumps. “I did. I had on jeans before and wanted something less, binding.”

“We’re not so different, then, are we?” Spencer led her out of the sensible Mary Janes and finished the removal of her nylons while the lace-trimmed material of her panties peeked out from the bottom of her shoved up skirt. “You’re breathing really hard, should I stop?”

“No, don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” Maxine breathed through a tight space between her lips as she gritted her teeth and gathered a fist full of his hair, holding him against her skin as his breath crept down, narrowing the fabric of her skirt into a bunched section at her hips. “Keep going.”

Spencer smirked as he tilted his chin up, rubbing the five o’clock shadow of his jaw against her until the moan left her lips and her knees involuntarily parted. “Could do a study on the action versus reaction of my mildly unshaven face versus different parts of your body…using the pitch of your groans as a baseline.”

“Oh, my God,” Maxine tossed her head back, narrowly missing a shelf of books behind her, the smile on her face as she felt the curve of his jaw move to her thighs, eliciting a lower, more drawn-out whimper. “How did you make that sound hot as fuck?”

“Intelligence doesn’t have to inspire a chorus of yawning,” Spencer hadn’t had an opportunity to undress anyone in far too long but the feeling of Maxine’s goosebump covered flesh against his lips encouraged his hands to continue as the skirt was discarded onto the growing heap. “It can make you moan over and over.”

“You are going to get so many complaints from your neighbors,” Maxine bit down on her lip as Spencer nibbled his way up her stomach, dragging fingers along the curve of her body until it met the soft layer of chemise to lift it away. “I want all of you…right now.”

Rational, well-constructed thoughts and actions went out a window as Spencer stood, the material of Maxine’s chemise between his fingers as he felt her warmth radiating against his bare stomach. It had only been minutes and the tables had flipped as Maxine looked up at him with a growing throb between her thighs, an ache becoming a need as she moved her knee forward, rubbing his inner thigh with it. The wait had been worth it even as Spencer let Maxine tug the belt from the loops and pop a button from the thread in an eager attempt to free him from his confines. Spencer had a mind for painstaking enticement but Maxine was less-than-apt to follow along with his pace as her teeth found his collar on a shirt that didn’t belong on his uniquely-well-built frame, tugging him close.

“Jesus…Christ,” Spencer uttered the words as a budding erection pushed against her while his slacks slid to his knees, trapping them together. “You’re going to wind up killing me.”

“I don’t want to kill you, Spence,” Maxine bit her lip and made a gap between the elastic waistband of his shorts and his skin while gazing up at him. “I want you to finish what you’ve started.”

Spencer’s eyes rolled as her index fingers grazed a flood of warmth as the erection continued to build, triggering an involuntary spasm as he squeezed her thigh and writhed the rest of the way out of his pants. Maxine gasped as Spencer’s eyes finally focused on hers and his grip slipped to her ass, giving her a decisive squeeze as the shelf behind her rattled again. Spencer covered a waiting moan with a fervent kiss, his tongue sliding beyond lips and teeth to find hers as one of his hands teased the satin and lace trim between her thighs. She was already soaked as his middle finger pressed the material along the tender flesh until he could feel the building twitch against his palm as she bucked against his hand.

Maxine tossed her head back a second time and felt the cool air for a fleeting moment as Spencer guided the thin, wet material to one side to slip his middle finger inside of her. “Oh, my God, yes, yes, please!”

“You’re so beautiful,” Spencer curled and withdrew his finger, repeating the motion as her moans directed toward the ceiling and echoed in the room. “The most cliché thing I could ever say while my finger is strumming but it’s so true—you are, so fucking beautiful.”

“Sex…is…cliché…and, fuck, don’t you dare stop,” Maxine cooed and helped him along, covering his hand with her own while giving his hard on a not-so-subtle squeeze as she ground against him.

Spencer wanted to shake the perfectly organized and categorized books free from their spot on the shelf as he shyly withdrew his finger and palm from her, the squeeze of her muscles grasping at him in his absence as he took a step back to admire her. Maxine let out a drawn-out whimper as she chewed her lip, watching his erection move against his boxers as he gave a final pull of his sleeves, rejecting the well-fitting linen onto the floor. There was a part of Spencer that didn’t want to rush as he watched her reach behind her back, the springy-click of her bra tapping against the well-constructed shelving behind her while she keened from the friction moving across her breasts. Maxine knew what she wanted and she was daring Spencer to move as he took another step forward, gliding the straps off of her shoulders then down her arms to reveal the ivory and flushed flesh that had been carefully hidden.

Beautiful might not have accurately described her as her chest heaved and responded to his touch as he bent to kiss a trail along the curve of her neck while his digits teased the alabaster and pink of her breasts. Maxine had been waiting, impatiently, for his hands and lips to make their mark as he worked his way down her curves, sloping past eager nipples and a soft stomach as he neared an apex. Spencer’s eyes looked up at her as her tongue slid off to the side of her lips while she watched him move, her fingers weaving through his locks as he liberated her of her underwear in a smooth, downward motion.

“Jesus, fuck, oh my God,” Maxine gripped his hair and the shelf at the same time as his mouth found wetness and his hand guided her leg higher, squeezing her thigh while he hummed against her lips, parting them with the flat of his tongue. “Spencer…I’m so close…”

Spencer slipped a finger into Maxine’s wetness and felt a quiver from her muscles before the nerves tapped against him, clamping down as he moved along her clit, grazing the tender bundle with his fingers before circling with his tongue. She telegraphed the movement, matching the synchronicity as hips betrayed her and bucked against his face, stuttering the sound of a groan as he ignored a throb between his own legs. He wanted this for her and he wanted to hear her as a prelude to more. The moans scattered and became louder as his mouth mimicked the eagerness her body was conveying until he heard his name proclaimed, raggedly from her lips.

“Do you need to stop?” Spencer’s erection would’ve been screaming if given a chance as he stood, licking the taste of her from his lips as she met his gaze. “I know that an orgasm can take a lot of energy out of most women.”

Maxine shook her head slowly and glanced at the bulge as it bumped against her, the smile creeping across her lips as she stood up straight, reaching for him. “I’m not most women.”

Spencer didn’t have time to let that comment absorb fully as the sensation of Maxine’s fingers wrapped around his cock was doing little for his processes, making every nerve over-fire as the cold air nipped at his backside. The electricity in the atmosphere increased as his shorts slid to his ankles, leaving nothing more between them than a breeze and the brewing heat from readied friction. The shelf didn’t stand a chance against their hedonism as Spencer guided Maxine’s legs around his hips, into a position that beckoned so much more than the intertwining of bodies. They collided and the space between them all but evaporated as Spencer thrust slow, burying himself inside of her as she came down to meet him.

Mouths met and the shelf shuddered from the top to the bottom as Spencer manhandled Maxine, rocking her backside against a smooth edge until a stack of books came tumbling down from the top. The mutual moaning blended with a series of laughs as he cradled her ass, moving her away from the unstable mess they’d created before carrying her to the sofa. Maxine maneuvered her way onto him as they tumbled onto the cushions, straddling his thighs as she took charge of the motion, giving him no time to recover before riding him. They had become a touch graceless as Spencer held onto her thighs while she rocked and swiveled her hips, repeating his name in a series of whispers as the whimpers rivaled his.

“I’m so close,” They both found the words as the murmur became a little closer to a wail.

Spencer grasped her wrists and pulled her close, rolling uncoordinatedly onto the floor, knocking the throw pillows in every direction in the process, as he made a valiant attempt to switch positions. A laugh left Maxine’s lips as they met the rug with a thud but was replaced with a drawn-out moan as Spencer thrust deep and flicked his tongue across a nipple. It lit a spark as the thrusts could barely be met and the movements became frenzied with every little move he made while sweat began to glimmer across the surface of their skin. Maxine tilted her head back as the climax hit her in a rush and set off the one waiting in the wings from Spencer; the flood gates opened and the cries reverberated until their rhythm finally slowed.

“I think I bruised my tailbone,” Maxine groaned as they stayed wrapped around each other on the floor, breathing hard as muscles continued to spasm while the room spun.

Spencer snagged the pillows from their discarded roll before groping for the throw blanket on the edge of the couch to cover up with, glancing back at the mess of books that were now all over the floor across the room. “It’s going to take at least an hour to re-organize that shelf.”

@rationalcashew @monikafilefan I know this is not our normal but...ahhhh

Oh, I should tag @nerys2 @blameitonthenight21 @haleydiamondis since they liked the post I made about Spencer :)

#Smut #Spencer Reid #Maxine Brenner #Criminal Minds #fanfiction #fanfic is life #angst #fluff #humor #trying to be smart so I hope I pulled this off #this is intellect and sex

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kaiinyourarea · 4 years

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Fix Me Not (18) | Sugawara Koushi X Reader

Wattpad: heartbeats_forU

Previous chapters can be found on my tumblr account/profile <3

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18. Come over

(Yn)

"He's your boyfriend?" Tooru asked as we started walking away from Koushi. Why is he so interested in me having a partner?

"No! My mom will kill me--"

"I can see through you, (Yn)-chan. I'm disappointed in you," he pouted, making me scoff.

"And why are you disappointed when I'm literally with someone who's proud to be with me like i am with him?"

"Caught you."

I stared at him in disbelief, realizing that he just kinda pissed me off to make me tell the truth. We both laughed at our craziness.

I don't think I'll ever get used to this guy's attitude. I know how he acts but I don't know hoe he always makes himself look cool. He might be crappy but he's the good kind of crappy.

"You're not going to tell mom," I said with pride.

"Of course, not. I like it when you're happy. Besides, you haven't done anything BEYOND the limit right? Unless..."

"Shut up!"

He immediately left after he walked me home. I tended to my wounds before texting Koushi. I would like to make it clear to him that I was just being petty earlier. I don't want this day to end in a bad way. Shark week really does mess up your temper sometimes.

"What should I tell him?" I asked myself. I know I talk to myself a lot and it's weird for some people but for me, it's one way to sort out your thoughts without needing company.

I'm home :)

I gritted my teeth once I sent the message. I didn't want to scare him nor make it seem like what happened earlier was nothing so I opted for that simple message. That's what I always do whenever I come home from somewhere anyway.

Me too. Are you okay?

I smiled WIDELY when I received his reply. I was about to send him a message again when the door to the bedroom opened.

"Hitoka, you startled me!" I grasped my chest and felt my heart rapidly beating.

"S-sorry... I met Sugawara-san on my way back home. He looked really s-sad. Well, I-I don't know if he's sad! I'm sorry for assuming that!" she gushed in a high-pitched tone.

"Ya-chan, calm down. I had a petty argument with him earlier, that's why," I said. Hitoka sat on the space beside me on the bed before fiddling with my hair.

"What happened?" she questioned.

I grumbled and punched the air out of frustration. Hitoka backed away immediately when I did. She must've thought that I'd hit her. I felt sorry but laughed anyway. She's so cute.

"We were talking about Tooru. You know how close I am with that guy. Koushi suddenly started ignoring m- not ignoring but he was so quiet. I kinda felt like he was jealous but I didn't think he'd be like that. Was I just overreacting? Because I suddenly ignored him as well and started being mean," I explained.

"I think he was... jealous. They've met each other and Oikawa-san felt like someone formidable to the team. I-I'm not sure but it felt like that!"

I gasped in realization before slowly nodding. Maybe Koushi felt like I was on Tooru's side more? He must've been along the lines of being jealous but I don't exactly know if it's because of Tooru and I being friends or because Tooru seemed intimidating?

Whatever that is, that got me thinking. If I'm right about Koushi being wary of Tooru's presence and role in my life, I feel like I should put in more effort to show that I'm only his and Oikawa's just a close friend. Kou's got my support, my love, my heart, my body, my everything. Gah! I'm going crazy but I know boys need assurance, too.

"Ya-chan, should I go to their practices or games--"

"No!"

My eyes widened in shock at her loud and aggressive response. Wow. That was one hell of an answer.

"You don't like me seeing Koushi?"

"N-no, (yn)! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it that way. You're welcome to attend their practices and games... just tell me if you're going so that I can accompany you."

"You're their assistant manager. You can't possibly assist or accompany me who's not part of the club. You have things to do--"

"Then just please tell Sugawara-san if you're going."

"Um, sure. Okay?"

I was confused by her actions again but I didn't think much of those. She's so panicky!

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I'm fine. Come out.

I pouted as I waited outside Koushi's house. I don't know if he's here but I'm hoping he is. I might sulk if I come back home without seeing him at all. I ended up going here because my love hormones urged me.

Do you want me to come over? I'll be there in less than 10 minutes.

No, cutie. I'm the one who came over. Open your door for me.

"You could've knocked," was the first thing he said when he saw me.

"I might disturb your parents--"

"They're not home."

"Oh," I smirked teasingly. He huffed with a smile before throwing an arm around my shoulders and walking both of us inside their home.

"You want to eat? Did you ask for permission?" he inquired as he inspected my knees.

"I did. It felt like I was in a different world. Mom immediately agreed when I mentioned your name. You didn't poison her right?" I joked. I was really taken aback when she agreed. It's already 6 PM and she would've forbade me to go outside but all she said was 'his house is near, right? Be back before 9'. CRAZY, right?

"No. Have you eaten?"

"No, have you?"

He was on his knees in front of me while I sat at their couch comfortably since we're the only people here. He looked up at me when I asked him before shaking his head sideways with a small smile.

Wow, he looks so good.

I stared at him in admiration before pulling him up and guiding him to the space beside me.

"I was about to--"

"But I arrived? That's good then. I can be your food."

I suddenly found myself on his lap, straddling him, with my hands resting on his chest before kissing him. I didn't even give him the chance to move since I was so quick. I winced when I felt my knees hit the couch. I pulled away, my eyes quickly searching for his.

He was wide-eyed and his lips were ajar, making me feel the warmth of his breath on my neck.

"I'm sorry," I sincerely said.

"It's...fine. It was just a kiss--"

"No, I'm not sorry for kissing you. I'm talking about my behavior while we were playing volleyball earlier."

Well, my mom might kill me if she finds out that I kissed a boy but I'm not going to tell her so I can stay alive. Hehe.

"I understand. I'm sorry, too. Does your wound hurt a lot?" he asked while caressing the area below my scraped knee.

"When it hits something. My cramps hurt more. I don't want to move!" I whined and he seemed so nervous. He tried to wrap his hands under my thighs to lift me up but he quickly withdrew the moment I flinched.

"Sorry. Just... don't move too much," he mumbled while looking away.

"Oh, the cool Sugawara Koushi is getting nervous and shy? I wonder why..."

I laughed at his odd behavior. I didn't even flinch because I didn't want his hands on me. It's just that his hands were so cold so I immediately flinched when he grabbed my sensitive skin.

"Stop... moving," he mumbled as he held my waist to keep me in place. He was smiling but I can see that his eyebrows are furrowed and he seemed like he was trying to focus. I smirked even more.

"I like your hands when they're on my waist. I like it more when you're playing volleyball. I like you so much, I want to marry you now," I rambled, a chuckle escaping my throat at the end. He was about to talk when I placed my right index finger on his lips to shush him before my eyes traveled lower with my mouth slightly open in awe.

I looked back at him when I saw what I expected to see before smiling. The area we're in was a bit dim but the moon up above made it possible for a little bit of light to paint Koushi's face down to his waist. I dragged my index finger down his neck... his chest... and stopped when I reached his toned stomach. He's so breathtaking.

I felt like I was taking his breath away as well because all I can hear now is his ragged breathing and a bit of white noise. Without hesitation, I leaned down to kiss him again. It felt better this time because this was longer and slower, giving us time to experiment and adjust. The feeling was electrifying.

I kept my palms pressed against his chest while his right hand found its way around my neck, pushing me closer to him even more. I groaned at the feeling of our chests pressed together. I waited for a few seconds before sucking on his bottom lip experimentally but a warm feeling started to spread throughout my body when I heard him let out a sweet shaky moan.

All I can think of right now is... Shit. Shit. Shit. This feels good.

I was about to rub my hips against his, my hands clamping on the couch's back to help me raise myself but he was quick to bite my lip and hold me down, swiftly placing me on the empty spot beside him. I pouted in disappointment at the loss of body contact but melted when he pressed a chaste kiss on my forehead.

"It's time to eat," he told me with a small smile.

"Well, I was eating yo--"

He cut me off with a soft chuckle that sounded like heaven to my ears before grabbing my hands and interlocking our fingers.

"That can wait. Just a few more years, (yn). For now, real food comes first."

I nodded at him. Well, my mom's going to kill me now not only because I kissed a boy but also because I made out with one. Koushi's making me do crazy things! What the heck!!!!!

But he's right. I can't help but admire him for his self-control and... for existing. I don't know why I didn't meet him sooner.

"You're real food though," I retorted with a smirk.

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ourownsideimagines · 5 years

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You Can't Fix Me, I'm Not Broken (Fem!Reader x Brother!Aziraphale x Best Friend!Crowley College AU)

Characters:Reader (Female, Aziraphale’s sister), Human!Crowley, Human!Aziraphale

Requested: Yes

Requested by: & Anon

Point of View: Second Person

Warnings: Slight angst

Words: 1201

A/N: So this turned out more angst than I originally planned it to be but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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Broken. That’s what strangers on the internet had labeled you.

And you’d been having such a nice day.

It started out like any other day. Your alarm went off, and you hit snooze. Three times. Then, your roommate and best friend Crowley came in to give you your usual coffee. After another ten minutes of laying in bed, other roommate, your brother Aziraphale, came to lecture you about being late to class and you finally rolled out of bed.

Crowley had thrown together some eggs, cheese, and sausage for breakfast which you scarfed down before the three of you rushed out to pack into Crowley’s car and get to school. Then, the three of you met up at lunch to grab pizza from the cafeteria.

It was a perfect day - probably the best one of the week, considering all the tests you’d taken the days before and the homework you had to cram into your schedule at 9 pm. Yes, it had been a perfect day.

Tumblr can ruin a perfect day.

You didn’t have what you would call a popular blog, but you had a decent amount of followers. You felt it was a safe space, where you were free to be yourself because no one you knew in real life knew about the page.

Your bio read: (Name) Fell (she/her/hers). Asexual. Proud (Hogwarts house), and believer in the supernatural.

There was 1 thing on there you’d had come to tell even your brother, though a part of you wasn’t sure why you didn’t just come out and say it. You weren’t ashamed of being asexual. You had been, in your last relationship, after being dumped for (as he said) “not giving it up to him”. You’d been so ‘in love’ with him at the time, you’d felt ashamed for not giving in to him. But as the months passed by the more you realized that any man (or woman, for that matter) who was going to try to force you into sex when you clearly didn’t want it was not worth your time and affection.

You were getting better.

Then you opened tumblr.

You’d just gotten back from school and decided that a little scrolling before homework couldn’t hurt (thought, most of the time, it went on for hours, you weren’t gonna lie to yourself).

You didn’t get asks often. So you were excited to find that you’d gotten a handful, and happily clicked on the little envelope icon.

Hate. Childish hatred.

‘Wtf r u, broken? Asexuals r fake so stop pretending. I could help fix u’

Sent over.

And over.

You slammed your laptop closed and shoved it off your lap. The messages were childish, something you’d only read about in posts. Sometimes your entire community had told you was wrong.

You weren’t broken. You didn’t need to be fixed.

It hurt nonetheless.

You needed to vent.

You quickly get up and stalk out to the living room of your shared flat, finding that Aziraphale was nowhere to be seen, but Crowley was sprawled out on the couch with a book over his eyes, trying to sleep.

“Crowley,” your voice cracked. You’d been trying not to cry, but your efforts were waning. The man shot up in his seat, the book falling away from his golden eyes as they widened in worry.

“(Name), love, what’s wrong?” He stood up. “Is it Gabriel?”

“No, no.” You shook your head profusely. “No, it’s not him.” Crowley was at your side instantly, his arms wrapping around you, and you finally allowed yourself to cry. Crowley led you back to the couch, where he pulled you into his side and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“It’s okay,” he mumbled into your hair. “Let it all out. Az will be home soon.”

Az.

You were going to tell Az. And Crowley. You had to, you needed to. They’re your family. You wanted them to know.

Ten minutes later, four minutes after your tears stopped coming, Az entered the flat with a few bags of groceries.

“Crowley, I insist you take your car into the shop I believe there’s something wrong with-” He stops short when he notices the position you’re in. He frowns, putting the bags on the coffee table. “What is going on?”

“Something’s got her upset.” Crowley said, rubbing your back soothingly. Az took a seat beside his friend and without hesitation you crawl into his lap. When you were younger, and your parents would fight, Az would always pull you into his lap and hold you. It was a habit neither of you had grown out of, and whenever you were upset you’d settle into his lap and let him hold you.

“Would you like to talk about it, (name)?” Az asked you gently. You hesitated, but nodded slowly. “In your own time, then.” He reassured you. The three of you sat in silence for quite a few minutes before you worked up the nerve to say something.

“I was on tumblr…”

“That’s never a good sign.” Az glared at his friend, and Crowley shut up.

“And I, uh… I… god how do I explain this.”

“Take your time.” Az reminded you. “We’re both here for you.”

“Someone sent me an anonymous message. Repeatedly.”

“What did it say that got you so upset?” Crowley inquired.

“They kept telling me I was broken.” You could feel your heart beginning to race. You’d played out this scenario in your head many times. The idea of coming out had seemed exciting, if not a bit scary. Actually having to do it, that was the tricky part.

“Why the devil would they say that!”

“Because…” You took in a shaky breath. Now or never. “Because I’m asexual. And the internet has labeled me so.”

“Oh, that’s bloody horse shit!” You all but jumped at Crowley’s reaction. “As an asexual myself, I find that very offensive.” You gaped at him, and he met your eyes. “What? You didn’t know?”

“I didn’t…”

“Do you believe them?” Az asked.

“What?”

“Do you believe that you are… broken?”

“I…” you wanted to say no, because you really didn’t. But doubt comes in many forms - sometimes in the form of a tumblr ask box. “I don’t know.”

“Awe, c’mon, it’s not true” Crowley pulled you over to him, letting you rest in his lap while Az rubbed soothing circles on your back. “We are not broken, (name). In fact, we’re lucky!”

“Why’s that?” You asked cautiously.

“Because we’ll never have to worry about each other bring home one night stands.” You snorted, and Crowley smiled.

“You’re disgusting.” Az deadpanned.

“Oh, and we’ll never have to worry about someone finding porn in our search history.” Crowley continued, and you had to put a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing.

“I’m going to kill you.” Az got up from the couch to put the groceries away.

“If we bring someone over, we’ll always get a good night of sleep.” You added in, quietly.

“Thank god for that.” Az said before disappearing into the kitchen.

“You’re not broken, (name).” Crowley reminded you softly. “Don’t let some bastard on the internet tell you otherwise.”

#good omens #good omens x reader #crowley x reader platonic #aziraphale x sister!reader #crowley x reader x aziraphale platonic #aziraphale x reader #crowley x reader #platonic #family #x reader #no romance #reader insert #my writing #reese writes #the ineffable queue

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underthewingsofthblackeagle · 5 years

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>>Faking a marriage before God?<< - Not “Just a lesson from the Courtroom” but an answer from the life experience of a Christian minister

“Stühle” by Hans

Consolation and Hope for the hurting hearts. Everything under the line.

As I have taken up to comment on several things concerning OL in the past under the title “Just some lessons from the courtroom”, I have decided to comment on a post I read around the “happenings” and rumors of the last weekend - this time from the viewpoint of my other profession.

As many of my followers know, I worked for several decades at one of the biggest district courts of my country (mainly as a Senior Administrator for International Legal Assistance in Criminal Law). But I am also an ordained minister and certified counselor of the Christian faith for (this year exactly) 30 years. And since 1991 I always worked both jobs - one as my 7 am to 3:30 pm job, the other one in the evenings and on weekends.

In the said post, a person asked:

“But would they really fake a marriage before God?”*

The moment I read the said question, I could feel the horror behind it. I sensed sorrow and hurt.

Before I comment on that question, let me explain the following: When I came to the OL fandom on Tumblr, I was surprised by a large number of people who - after I got to know them - revealed themselves as people of deep faith and spirituality to me. I met people from all religious backgrounds, different denominations, etc. And let me make this very clear: I respect all of you, every single one. Even if we don’t share the same convictions, the same kind of faith. I respect you all - and I also respect every person who calls himself/herself an atheist. Because faith, in my conviction, is a very personal decision and only a personal decision. Having said that, I like to comment on the last weekend and the said question. For an introvert like me, it is not an easy thing to post such personal things here. Please don’t think I want to preach at you. All I want is to give you the consolation that was given to me:

1. A hard truth

First I have to state a very hard truth. 30 years of ministry have taught me, that everything holy to God and men, can and will be faked. Let me give you some examples:

I saw a man faking the Christian confession and baptism - before God! - because he wanted to marry a lady of deep faith.

I saw a man faking the Christian walk of faith, showing a very pious lifestyle - before God! and the whole parish - while he was beating his wife at home regularly.**

I saw several men and women faking a marriage before God, speaking their vows but never taking them seriously.

I saw a man faking the Christian walk of faith - before God! -, calling himself and his church “the only elect of God” while offending and humiliating foreigners and people of a different faith.

These are only four of my many personal observations. We could go on and mention all those men (and some women too!) who called themselves “servants of God” while they were sexually abusing innocent children. We could mention the superiors of these people, who tried to hide these criminal acts before state authorities - a behavior that enabled the predators to molest and destroy even more innocent lives. We could mention the leaders of a distinct megachurch who were not willing to open their multi-million-dollar-building to help the victims of a hurricane. We could mention a high-ranking representative of “the only church of God”, flying to India first class for visiting the poor while building himself a villa for 35 million Euros in Germany (paid by the financial support of the common church member). We could mention all of those Christians, who believe they need killing machines (aka automatic weapons) because the Almighty God, they confess their faith in, obviously isn’t mighty enough to save His followers. These (and other people) have no problem to fake sacred things before God because - honestly - they only believe in two idols: themselves and the money they can get.

All of this contradicts the Christian faith, the gospel, the teaching of Christ. All this is fake before God. All this is shameful and hurting for those, who believe and honestly and humbly walk by their faith. But there is

2. No Need for Despair, but consolation for the hurting heart We have to face the truth. If we don’t do it and if we shamefully try to hide it, we are in danger of becoming “Fakers of the Faith” ourselves. That is absolutely no alternative! Remember that Christ taught us, that the truth has the power to set us free (John 8:32). Seeing, experiencing, that people fake all kinds of holy things before God, has hurt and saddened me deeply, but I am not in despair. I didn't lose my faith, no, contrary, my faith in God became even stronger. Why? The answer lies in the teaching of Christ, especially in the parable, which is called “The Parable of the Tares” (Matthew 13, 24 ff.) In this prophetic parable, Christ makes it clear to His disciples, that in later times there will be two kinds of people in the realm of faith: Those, who are like genuine wheat and those who are pseudo-wheat. I know, many bible translations use the word “tares” or “weed”. But if you do an in-depth study of the background of this parable, you will find that the difference is not between “wheat” and “weed”/”tares”, but between “wheat” and “pseudo-wheat”. The word, used in the original Greek of the New Testament, is “ζιζά��ιον” (zizanion). It is the Greek name for a plant also known under the Latin name “Lolium temulentum”, “poison darnel” in English or “Taummelloch” in German. This plant looks like true wheat, but it can’t bear the real fruit. It is nothing but a fake! When you eat from this plant, it unfolds a poisonous effect. This can lead to dizziness, blindness and in the worst case even to death. That is exactly the spiritual effect fake-believers can have: their fake-Christianity will confuse you, tries to blind you for the truth and tries to kill your faith. 3. But how should we react to fake-faith and pseudo-believers?

From the said parable we learn first and foremost: Never concentrate on fake-faith or pseudo-believers! Concentrate on the truth and on the all-knowing God, who loved us so much that He warned us before it happened. God is not surprised and you shouldn't be either. Therein lies my greatest consolation. The God who knew all of this before (including the last weekend fake) is still able to change everything. Don’t react with hate, hateful speech or with a judgemental spirit! Be aware, that by giving room to these kinds of feelings, you betray your own values and the truth you stand for. Jesus, knowing that these questions would arise, answered them in the parable: “So the servants said to him, ‘Then do you want us to go and gather them?’ But he said, ‘No, lest in gathering the weeds you root up the wheat along with them. Let both grow together until the harvest, and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, “Gather the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn.“ (Matthew 13, 28 ff.) It is not mine nor your duty, to judge who is true/honest and who just fake’s it. Neither you nor I know the hearts like God does. Therefore God is the only One who can justly judge everyone and trust me, He will do it. But there are also several things for you and me to do:

Don’t let the pseudo-wheat blind your eyes for the truth or for the power of God. Don’t let all of this discourage you. God in His love warned us before it happened. He is not surprised. He is still the same God, mighty to help. He can’t be shaken and He still owns tomorrow. Nothing is hopeless, nothing is lost until the last day of this dispensation of grace has ended.

Live the truth humbly, walk in the truth daily.

Care for the fakers. They are in a dangerous place. Why? In 30 years of service, I have witnessed it again and again: Living a lie always leads to more lies and that leads away from true joy, true peace, and true happiness. One lie calls for another lie and in the end, all these lies lead to despair. Therefore, care for the fakers from depths of your heart! These people need you and your prayers! Pray for them and don’t stop doing so. Pray that the truth will reach and fill their heart again. Pray that they don’t miss the mercy and grace of God, that will lead them back not only to the path of righteousness, but to true life, true joy, and true peace.

Take the words of this promise to heart: “And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.“ (Galatians 6:9)

3. A last word about the last weekend

I don’t believe, that means I’m not convinced, that a real wedding has taken place last weekend. I will expound the reasons for my conviction in another post. This will take some time. Right now, I am busy because I stepped in for a friend who had to have emergency surgery and is still in rehab. But I will try to post my thoughts on that around Sunday/Monday. I know this is a long post and I thank everyone who read it. Feel free to comment on this post, tell me what you think, send me your criticism, questions, etc. I might not be able to answer immediately, but I will do so asap.

As always - from Prussia with much love, DoP Notes: * I’m sorry, but because my week was very busy I forgot to reblog or screencap the post. I remember the ask was in a reblog. If anyone of my readers has screen caped it or a link, please let me know.

** When I got notice of this, I informed the authorities and they put a stop on it.

#Outlander #Outlander Fandom #OL #Faking a wedding before God?

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logancreatesworlds · 5 years

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Black Folks Don’t Do That Shit

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! So I got this idea after seeing a Tumblr post with Lupita Nyong’o and it kinda just spiraled from there. Hope you all like it!

Warnings: Some harsh language and that’s it...for now. 😈😈😈

Disclaimer: None of the images used are mine.

Prologue

You shook nervously as your eyes shot open. Harsh breaths hit your lungs as you tried your best to sit up, your heart drumming as if it were part of a marching band. Something stopped you. You looked down at your wrists to see that they were bound to a bed.

You pulled and pulled with all your might, but it was useless.

Then, the door opened and she walked in.

Your eyes narrowed, “You.”

She smiled, “Yes kitten, me.”

“You drugged me.”

“Yes. To make you more…compliant.”

She sat down and smiled pleasantly.

Her red lips curled upwards like a Cheshire Cat.

It was almost like things were normal, like she was normal…

But she wasn’t.

She ran her clawed hand up your naked thigh, her bright red eyes alight with undead interest.

You should kick her, fight her – do something, but you didn’t.

Black folks don’t do that shit.

“So sad to see you leaving,” Pepper Potts commented as she watched you pack your last suitcase, her red lips sticking out in a thin line of her pale face.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “But I have to be moving on. Can’t stay in the same place for too long, right?”

“Well,” Pepper said, “If your path leads you back to New York, you always have a job here.”

“Thank you,” you replied, giving her one last hug.

Today was your last day over at Stark Tower as the Stark family’s personal chef. Sure, Friday could have done it, but Tony insisted on paying you 15$ an hour to work during the week after tasting your banana pudding.

However, cooking the same healthy ass Californian recipes were just getting too old. You were forgetting why you enjoyed cooking in the first place.

You quietly sat on the next Amtrak train back to your home – New Orleans, Louisiana.

Time to get reconnected.

“Mama!”

“(Y/N)! Oh my babygirl, you’re home!”

You squeezed her tightly as her familiar scent filled your nose.

Pears, lilac, fresh linen...

“I missed you,” you said, kissing her cheek.

“And I missed you too,” she replied, “Come on in. I got your favorite cookin’.”

“Crawfish n’ rice?”

“Yup. And we also have pecan pie.”

“Of which I will be getting the first slice,” a familiar voice said.

While that voice didn’t disturb your mother, it still scared you even now.

“(Y/N),” your mama said, “You remember Sunny, don’t you?”

How could you forget him?

“Of course,” you replied, plastering a falsified smile on your face.

“Good to see you (Y/N).”

“You too.”

A brief, awkward silence washed over the room, but your mother - ever the perfectionist mediatior, quickly ushered you upstairs to help you unpack.

This was going to be a long visit.

You sighed softly as you breathed in through your nose.

The New Orleans air was thick with the scent of car oil, sweat, trumpets and dough frying into beignets.

It smelled like home.

But there was something else in the air.

Children’s laughter, bubbling chocolate, pumpkin rinds...

Halloween, or it would be in thirteen days.

It was fitting, given all the smell of spook in the wind and jack-o’-lanterns on porches.

It was your favorite time of year.

Feeling invigorated, you walked into a farmer’s market and up to a local vendor who was carrying a rather large flower stand with him.

“Excuse me, kind sir?”

“Why hello lady,” he said in that familiar southern accent, “What can I do you for?”

“I’m looking for some translucent orchids,” you said, “Do you have any available?”

“Translucent orchids? Hmmm roses...daffodils...lilac. Nope. No orchid. Sorry sweetie.”

“Thanks anyway.”

You continued to walk, quietly ghosting through the loud and boisterous crowd.

Despite feeling invisible, you could feel someone watching you - like you weren’t alone.

You wish, you though petulantly to yourself.

You looked upon the fruits and vegetables, fitting in between families of black fathers, ebony mothers and swart children.

They all seemed so happy...

Sighing, you got to the other end of the market and looked back.

For a second, it seemed like the world slowed down.

Then...

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You turned around and saw a woman.

Now she stuck out.

Her dark skin stood out against the umbrella she was holding and her black outfit was only matched by her tinted glasses.

She looked like the night itself.

Nevertheless, you spoke to her.

“Just not in the Halloween spirit,” you replied.

“Such a shame,” she commented, “New Orleans is a place of magic. And you seem like you are in tuned with its charm.”

“Me?” You scoffed and laughed. “I’m not much “in tuned” with anything to tell ya’ the truth...”

“Well,” she replied, “Perhaps I can change that.”

She extended her hand to you, and in her dark manicured fingers lied a small card.

You read the mysterious writing.

‘The Udaku Family’

“The Udaku Family huh? Since when do families have their own cards?”

“The couple I work for is a bit...unorthodox. And they need a new cook.”

You furrowed your brow, “How did you know I was a cook?”

She smiled, “You were looking at the fruits and vegetables the most, and you seemed disgusted with the ones that looked too ripe. Only someone who is planning to cook is concerned with such affairs.”

“Well aren’t you observant?”

“I’m trained to see what’s in front of me.”

“So...your boss is looking for a cook. When do you want me to come?”

“Tonight,” she answered, “A black Cadillac shall pick you up.”

“But you don’t even know where I live?”

“Don’t worry. We’ll find you.”

You briefly looked down at the card, “Look lady, I-”

She was gone.

You quietly looked out the window, anxiously waiting for that black car to roll up.

Was this a good idea? Of course not.

“They were probably sex traffickers looking for an innocent young girl,” your mother had said.

Still, you were going.

Yes, this is how literally every white girl got kidnapped in all the horror movies you watched, but something pulled you towards that woman at the market today.

There was that intuition in the back of your mind...

‘Don’t go to this weird ass house. Black folks don’t do that shit.’

And yet? You didn’t listen to it.

Soon, a car rolled up in front of the main walkway.

A Cadillac Sixty Special maybe?

Its black coat shined as the moonlight casted a gentle shadow upon it.

You swiftly got up and exited the house, kissing your mother goodbye on the way.

The woman from earlier was in the driver’s seat.

“You made it,” she said with the same silky tone from earlier.

“Uh...yeah,” you said, clutching your pure strap, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

She smiled and nudged her head towards the back, signaling you to get in.

You swiftly obeyed and soon you were riding into the night.

“So...how long y’all been working for these Udakus?” You asked as the car drove with buttery ease.

The woman in the front passanger seat answered, “For a long time.”

“Okay...”

You briefly looked out the window and asked another question.

“Do you guys always fetch chefs from their houses or...?”

The woman laughed quietly, “You are quite curious, little one.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Little one...?

“That’s an interesting accent you got there? Where y’all from?”

The first woman gave you answer, “A place far away from here.”

You were quiet after that.

Your mouth dropped at the black and white house that came into view.

Even though the moon and headlights were your only source of light, you could still spot its modern quality.

“Damn,” you mumbled.

The women laughed, “We get that a lot.”

They pulled in and the three of you got out.

That feeling of attraction from earlier now increased tenfold as you got closer to the door.

The door unlocked and slowly creaked open.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Wow,” you commented, “Nice place.”

“We do the best we can,” the first woman said.

“I love the decor.”

“Then you shall make a fine fixture here,” the other answered.

“Now remember,” the first woman turned back to you, “Our employers are a bit strange but they are kind. Don’t let them scare you. Take a seat and relax. They shall be out soon.”

You looked around, “Thanks gu-”

They were gone.

You huffed and sat on the plush roundabout.

What is it with these people and disappearing?

You waited for what felt like hours.

Looking at your clock, you saw the time.

9:45 pm.

Huffing, you laid back and prepared to text your mom that she was right.

This was a dumb idea.

“Nice work (Y/N),” you grumbled to yourself, “You’re in a house owned by some rich ass white folks who you don’t know. And they are clearly too rich and occupied for you. Who do they think they are - Will and Grace?”

“Not exactly.”

You gasped and sprung up, whipping around quickly.

The woman standing there was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

She was dark-skinned, with an hourglass figure that would make any model weep.

Her bright red dress showed perfectly under the light of the chandelier.

Her hair was shaven with dark curls atop her head and her eyes...

They were red.

“You must be the chef my girls brought me,” she said, her tongue beckoning you with an African accent you couldn’t place, “I am pleased. They chose well.”

“Oh uh...thank you. Forgve my rambling please. I’m usually not that rude-”

You gasped when the woman quickly pulled your extended hand to her with lightning reflexes.

“It is already forgotten,” she said, her honeyed voice filling your ears.

She held your hand an inch away from your nose and took a big sniff.

Her eyes brightened, “You have a lovely scent.”

“Um...thanks, it’s my mom’s perfume. I wanted to make a good impression.”

She nodded and let your hand go, “Come. It is time for your interview to start.”

“Yes ma’am. I have my resume-”

“That won’t be necessary. All I need is your name.”

“(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). And you are?”

“I am called Nakia. My two girls who brought you here are Okoye and Ayo.”

“Those are pretty names.”

“If you manage to impress me, then you might learn where they come from.”

Nakia walked you into a large kitchen.

The cabinets were pure oak, the fridge was stainless steel and the island was marble.

She sat down, “Cook for me.”

“What do you want me to make?”

She smiled at you, “Anything you want.”

You quietly sat your purse down and got to work.

You fished out all the dished and ingredients and whipped up one of your favorite recipes.

Nakia watched you interested intent.

You boiled the rice and fried the shrimp.

You sautéed the peppers and onions to perfection before taking them and the shrimp and setting them on top of the Basmatti.

You then set the bowl in front of Nakia along with a glass of wine and handed her a fork.

“Bon appétit,” you said, standing back, “Enjoy.”

Nakia nodded and ate.

Her face was expressionless for most of the meal and when she was done, she smiled at you.

“You’re hired.”

Your eyes bugged out of your head.

“Really?!”

“Mhmm.”

“Oh ma’am thank you so much. But...won’t hyour husband be upset that you hired me without his approval.”

“My husband is a hermet. But despite that we are equals. And trust me...”

Her smile widened.

“He will like you.”

____________

And that is all for now my lovelies! Hope you stay tuned for the next part. Please feel free to tell me if I should just delete this. I’ve been throwing this idea around for a while now...

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Let Me Put Something In Your Life Pt. 3 - Tyler Seguin

A/N: So Tumblr is still stupid with links so If you wanna read the first two parts then go and look up the title on my blog, or check my masterlist

Summary: sugar daddy segs, that’s all

Warnings: Smut, Threesome

(Booty, booty, booty, booty)

You were sitting in Tyler’s office with your nose deep in a textbook when the door is abruptly swung open.

“Babe, I’ve been calling you for 10 minutes,” he says walking over to you and pressing kisses to your shoulder.

“Sorry, I was busy,” you reply as you turn your head to the side to lightly press your lips to his.

“You should come down because the food is here.”

“But it's only-“ you look at the clock and see that it’s almost 3 meaning you’ve been sitting here since Tyler left for practice at around 9.

“Shit, I didn’t even realize. I didn’t even know you came home.”

“I figured. But come on, you need to take a break and eat,” he doesn’t really give you much more of an option when he spins your chair around and practically yanks you out of the chair.

He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you on the lips.

“Hi, he says in between kisses, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, sir.”

Your hands move down to rub him through his sweatpants so he gets the message.

“Right now? But there’s food downstairs.”

“I’m not that hungry.”

You continue to slip your hands in his sweats and lightly give him a few pumps, feeling him get harder beneath you, “Seems like you’re not either.”

He moves you to the small couch inside the room and pulls you onto of him. Knowing Tyler doesn’t like to do much work, you remove him from his pants and then take off your shorts. You slowly lower yourself onto his dick while letting out a moan.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, voice much deeper.

“Yes.”

You feel a light tap on your ass, “What was that?”

“Yes, sir.”

You pant as you move up and down, “Fuck, you feel so good, sir. I love when you fuck me.”

“Shit, baby.”

It doesn’t take long for both of you to reach your climax and redress yourselves to go eat lunch. Sex works up quite the appetite.

After lunch, Tyler leaves the kitchen and comes back with a small box in his hand.

“Another gift? Pour Moi?” you say batting your eyelashes. At some point, you had stopped trying to refuse Ty’s gifts.

“No, it’s for my other girlfriend.”

“That’s okay, I’ll just go ask my other boyfriend to get some something” you laugh at the annoyed face he makes.

“Careful, or I’ll spank you.”

“Promise?”

“Shut up and open it.”

He slides the box over to you and you lift the lid.

“Is this-“

“A vibrator? Yeah. I figured when I’m away I don’t want you getting carpal tunnel.”

“How thoughtful of you, sir.”

“Easy babe, I just ate. I need a nap.”

“Then go take your nap and I’ll take care of my self,” you start to put the vibrator in the pocket of your sweater when Tyler holds your wrist.

“Yeah about that, if you want it then you only use it when I’m gone.”

“Excuse me,” you raise an eyebrow. He can’t be serious.

“You heard me,” he smirks and puts the slim silver object in his own pocket.

He’s almost at the stairs when he turns back to you, “hey how do you feel about Jamie?”

“Is this a trap? Because you know that I think he’s good looking”

He laughs, “No. He was just asking about you, I think he has a cruushhh,” he stretches out the word crush and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Are you 13?”

“And a half,” he starts to go back up the stairs.

“Are you coming? I need to try this thing out on something.”

You’ve never run up stairs faster in your life.

~~~

The worst part about dating Tyler was having to say goodbye to him before road trips.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he says with his arms around you and kissing you softly. The two of you are standing in the foyer with the dogs waiting patiently for their turn to say goodbye to their dad.

“I’m gonna miss you too. Call me when you land.”

“I will.”

“And we’re gonna have to put your gift to good use later, ”you say as you give him another kiss.

He lets out a small gasp, “(Y/N), the children.”

“Shut up, you goof.”

When he finally lets go of you the dogs come rushing forward to say goodbye. He takes his time giving each some love before he leaves, closing the door behind him. Marshall and Cash leave to go to their normal doggy routine while Gerry stares at the door, still young enough to miss Tyler every time he leaves.

~~~

The call comes at around 6 pm. You were sitting in the kitchen with a bowl of leftover pasta when your phone starts buzzing. You call the dogs from the next room over so that Tyler can talk to them. When you pick up the phone Ty is shirtless, surprising, and the dogs are practically mauling you to try and see their dad. “Hey, Ty,” you try to say under the mass of fur.

“Hey, babe, you wanna move from under the dogs.”

“I’m trying,” you yell. You manage to run up the stairs so you can get away.

“Okay, I am away from the children,” you pant.

“Out of breath? Maybe I should take you to the gym to do some cardio.” “Or we could just have more sex.” “I don’t know if I can handle that, you already wear me out.” You laugh, “Getting old there, Ty?” “Oh you girls and you multiple orgasms, you think you’re so great.” “I have to say Tyler, it is pretty great.”

He lets out an annoyed huff of air.

“I left you a present in the closet.” It takes you a while to find it. First, Tyler said that he wanted you to find it all by yourself, but then, after watching you run around the closet for 10 minutes trying to find it, he tells you.

“Behind your dress shirts? Why the fuck would I look there?” You take the cardboard box, wrapped in duct tape, into your room and sit on the bed. You prop Tyler on the pillow and open it.

“Why is this one like this? I can break a nail on this box,” you complain.

“Sorry, it was supposed to come a few days ago so I didn’t have any time to make it nice.” “If I break my nail then you owe me head. But if you don’t then you still owe me head,” you look at him as you manage to rip it open.

“Deal,” he laughs.

You do eventually end up opening the box, thankfully all 10 nails are still attached to your fingers. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t what you found in the box.

“Is this a-”

“Dildo of my dick? Yeah, made just for you.” You thought it looked familiar. It was a dark green colour, the same colour as the Stars jersey. Long and thicker at the base like you’ve grown accustomed to over the past few months.

“They didn’t have anything bigger?” “I swear to god, if you make fun of that stupid interview one more time,” you can tell that he just sounds annoyed. He doesn’t mind your playful banter. “Hey, you’re the one who outed yourself, not me, flat ass,” you raise your hands in surrender and laugh at him.

“Well, I was planning on letting you use it, but now…” he trails off with a small smile.

“No, I’m sorry, sir,” You say as you bat your eyelashes at him.

“Atta girl. Take off your shirt,” he says and you see him settle himself back on the couch.

You do as he asks and you hear him let out a groan, leaving you in just your bra and pants.

“You have the most gorgeous tits. Let me see them.” You reach behind you and let your bra fall down your arms, “Let me see you too, Ty.”

He moves the camera down and shows his semi-hard dick in his sweatpants. He grabs himself through his sweatpants and lightly strokes himself, “You get more when I get more.”

You take that as your cue to remove your pants and move your hand in your panties and rubbing circles on your clit. You prop yourself on your other arm call and ask Tyler what he wants you to do next.

“Fuck, grab either the dildo or the vibrator and take off your panties,” he finally takes off his sweatpants to show you his dick, hard and turning pink with precum starting to pool at the tip. You grab your new toy because it’s closer. “Take it and just rub it against you, but don’t put it in. I’ll know.” You follow his instructions, rubbing the fake dick along your folds, feeling yourself become wetter.

“Please let me fuck myself, sir,” you pant.

“Shit, you look so perfect like that. Fine, fuck yourself. But slow,” his voice is low and gruff and you can’t help but whimper at his request.

You slowly slide the dildo inside you, throwing your head back with a moan. You start to move it out again, “Fuck, Tyler. I miss you” “I miss you too baby,” you can see him start to move his fist faster, “say my name.”

“Tyler,” you moan out again, “Let me fuck myself faster like you would.”

“Ask nicely.” “Please, sir. Please let me fuck myself.” “Fuck, I love when you beg. Yes, baby, go ahead, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

You start to move the dildo faster. You lie back on the bed and spread your legs so Tyler still has a good view. You start moaning out more when you get closer to your orgasm. “Fuck, Ty, please let me cum.”

“Yes, baby.” Those two words are all you need before you let yourself fall over the edge and explode into bliss. You hear Tyler call out your name and you’re brought back to reality and lift yourself up to grab the phone.

“I miss you,” he says.

“It’s only been one day.” “I know, but I miss you.” “I miss you too.”

You hang up and stay on the bed for a while before getting up to clean yourself up.

~~~

When Tyler returns home you can tell he’ll probably be upset considering the fact that the Stars lost 3 out of the 4 games on their last roadie. You hop into the shower before Tyler’s plane lands, expecting him to be upset. When you step out and check your phone, you see that you have a missed call from Tyler. Pressing the phone to your ear you started to get ready in a style you liked to call semi-causal sexy. Which, this time consisted of Tyler’s favourite shorts, they barely covered your ass and were soft and fluffy like regular pyjama pants, and a tank top.

“Hey,” he answers.

“Wassup, babe. You gonna be home soon?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to ask you if you minded if Jamie comes over. We’ll bring food.”

Well, shit, that meant you had to wear a bra.

“Ty, it’s your house. You don’t have to ask me.” “Well I just thought I’d warn you in case you were planning a sexy surprise,” you can hear Jamie cough in the background.

“Are you sitting right next to him, asshole?”

“Yeah, and you’re on speaker,”

You hear a weak hello from Jamie.

“Hey, James. Well, I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t answer the phone the way I wanted to.”

Poor Jamie coughs again while Tyler laughs.

“Alright babe, I should go before Jamie has a heart attack from embarrassment.”

You blow dry your hair and when you’re finished you can hear the garage door open and the dogs scurrying to see who has arrived. You put on a robe, leaving it untied, and go downstairs.

When you get to the kitchen Tyler’s pulling out for from a bag and Jamie is nowhere to be found. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Hi,” you say as you press a kiss to his shoulder.

“Hi,” he replies and turns around slipping his hands around you and under your tank top. He leans down to kiss you again and you melt into his touch.

The two of you forget about the food until you hear another cough from Jamie. You pull yourself away from Tyler and the blood rushes to your face when he gives your ass one last squeeze.

“Hi, Jamie.”

“Hi, (Y/N),” he replies. You had met Jamie a few times after your first meeting the bar, and the two of you had gotten along well enough.

“What’s for food?” you ask.

“I got Thai from that place down the block,” you have to keep yourself from showing your disappointment, Tyler loved that Thai place and you did not, “Relax. I know you don’t like it so I picked you up tacos from the Mexican place next to it.”

“Oh you know me so well,” you say as you jump up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

The three of you eat while chatting a little. You try to keep the conversation light since the comments bashing Jamie specifically had just arose. You also didn’t want to remind them of their frustrating road trip either. They tell you about the prank they pulled on their rookie.

“So we took Miro’s laces out of his skates and then used them to tie his gloves and his sticks together,” Tyler recalls red-faced from laughing.

“He was 7 minutes late for practice so coach made him skate 7 laps,” Jamie adds on also laughing.

“That’s so mean. Leave him alone,” you say lightly swatting Tyler on the shoulder lightly.

“That’s nothing. My rookie year the guys ordered a stripper at the place I was staying at when my mom was visiting,” Jamie said.

“Really?”

“Yo, I didn’t know about this,” Tyler says.

“Because I don’t like talking about it. But they didn’t know my mom was there.” You can’t help but laugh at the image of a young, 20-year-old Jamie Benn, probably just as socially awkward as he is now, red-faced because of a stripper visiting his house while his mother was in town.

“What did you do?” you manage to say in between laughs

“I couldn’t move or say anything. My mother was one room over and she asked who was at the door and I froze.”

“Did she find out?” “Considering the fact that she had “Naughty Girl” by Beyonce blaring, I think my mom figured something was up.”

“So she didn’t see you two together?” Tyler asks, the two of you very invested in this story.

“Oh no, she did. Seeing my mother was the only thing that made her stop stripping.” “Of course that happened to you,” at this point, Tyler’s face is redder than you’ve ever seen it and he’s laughing so hard you’re not sure that he’s getting oxygen.

“Maybe we should ask Miro when his family’s visiting,” Tyler finally manages to say once he’s controlled himself.

“No you won’t,” you say, “the poor kid goes through enough with you guys making him skate laps.”

“Trust me, I would have gladly skated a thousand laps then go through that,” Jamie says shaking his head and sipping his beer.

~~~

Eventually, the three of you decide to watch a movie in Tyler’s media room. Tyler sits in the corner of the couch and you snuggle up next to him. Jamie’s about to sit on the couch next to you when you call out to him.

“Hey jam jam, come sit with us,” you say and pat the spot next to you with your foot.

“Jam jam?” he asks with an eyebrow raised.

“You need a nickname. Why don’t you like it?” you bat your eyelashes at him.

“I can get used to it,” he smiles at you.

Tyler whispers in your ear, “you know he doesn’t like it. He’s just trying to make you happy because he liiikes you.”

You just roll your eyes.

Ten minutes into the movie you notice Jamie’s hand is kind of awkwardly hovering above your leg like he doesn’t quite know what to do with it. You take his hand place it on your knee.

“You know you can move it higher, chubs. I don’t mind sharing,” Tyler says unexpectedly.

“Fuck. You sure?” Jamie breathes out.

“You good with this (Y/N)? We won’t do anything you don’t want to,” Tyler asks.

You nod your head.

“I need to hear words, baby.”

“Yes, sir.” you hear another soft fuck leave Jamie’s mouth.

You feel Jamie’s hand move up your thigh and it stays there for a while. You can tell him and Tyler are having a silent conversation, but you can’t see what’s going on since your head is still on Tyler’s chest.

Eventually, you feel Jamie pick you up and move you so your head is on his chest. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy being manhandled. His hand rests on the waistband of your shorts for a moment before slowly, hesitantly making their way inside.

“You know, Jamie, if I didn’t want this I would have said it already,” you say trying to urge him along.

It seems to work because soon he’s slipping his hand underneath the band of your underwear and rubbing circles on your clit. You let out a soft sigh to let him know to continue.

“She likes when you rub the heel of your palm against her and finger her at the same time,” Tyler says from across the couch. His eyes are still on the TV but you doubt he’s paying much attention to it.

Jamie follows his instructions and you moan loudly, throwing your head back a little. You look Jamie in the eye and say, “so you can finger me in front of my boyfriend, but you can’t kiss me?”

“Oh, she’s a feisty one isn’t she?” Jamie asks as leans down to kiss you. While you're distracted, he slowly adds a second and then a third finger.

You hear Tyler agree and laugh. Your chest starts to rise and fall faster as you get closer to your climax.

“Excuse me, (Y/N), did I say you could come? Just because there’s a guest doesn’t mean that the rules have changed,” Tyler says knowing you're close to your orgasm. He’s no longer looking at the TV but he tells Jamie to move his hand faster. Jamie listens and now the shocks of electricity begin to build even more.

“Fuck, sir, please-fuck- let me come,” you plead.

“Mmm, no,” he says but Jamie continues to move his fingers in and out.

“What? You asshole,” you yell and you hear Jamie laugh from above you,

“You’re an asshole too.”

“I really don’t think you should be saying that,” he says and stops all movement.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I’m just horny.” you beg and he restarts.

At some point during your conversation, Tyler has moved in between your legs and has started to pull down your shorts and panties. He doesn’t even bother to take them off, just leaves them pooled at your ankles.

“Okay, now you can come.”

As soon as the words leave his lips you fall over the edge, and let out a loud moan. You stay with your head pressed against Jamie’s chest panting, as he slowly pulls them out.

“You should taste her,” Tyler suggests. Jamie lifts his hand and sucks his fingers clean. You whimper at the sight but Tyler scoffs, “I’m surprised you did that ‘Mr. I don’t box munch’”

“Okay, shut up. That was years ago. I’ve had girlfriends that changed my mind,” he rolled his eyes.

“Jam jam, you said that?” you questioned in shock.

“It was a long time ago. I’ve changed,” he says exasperatedly.

“Prove it,” if you were being completely honest, you didn’t care what he said or didn’t say, you just wanted to get your pussy ate.

He picks you up again easily and lies you down on the couch where he settles in between your legs. Your head is now in Tyler’s lap and he runs his fingers through your hair. You feel Jamie’s tongue on your pussy, slowly licking a long stripe up. He circles his tongue around your clit and inserts a finger. Meanwhile, Tyler, not wanting to be left out, lifts your tank top above your breasts to reveal your bra.

“Why are you wearing this,” he says as he reaches around you to unclasp it and pull it off.

“‘Cause you said, Jamie, is gonna-fuck-come over. I didn’t-shit-wanna be rude, fuck,” you manage to pant out somehow through sex hazed brain.

Tyler starts to pinch your nipples, rolling each one between his fingers.

“Do you feel good, baby? Do you like Jamie eating your pussy?” Tyler asks.

“Yes, sir.” “But you remember that you’re mine, right?”

You don’t get to answer because your orgasm hits you out of nowhere and you’re screaming something, you’re not even sure what at this point.

You’re limp from your back to back orgasms but you feel Tyler pull you off his lap. When you come back down to reality you realized that Tyler has left the room and Jamie’s still lazily lapping at your core, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“Where’s Ty?”

“He went to go get something.”

You eventually have to remove Jamie’s head from you because you can’t handle the over stimulation. You sit up and look at Jamie, there’s an obvious tent in his sweats and he’s still fully clothed.

“Thank you for that,” you say kissing him. You moan when you taste yourself on him. You start to raise his shirt off his body but he stops you.

“Not right now.”

You pout but get down on your knees in front of him, “at least let me return the favour.”

He doesn’t stop you when you lower the waistband of his sweats and pull him out, fully hard and leaking at the tip. You lick your lips in anticipation as you move your thumb around the tip and spread the little bead of pre-cum. You put your mouth around the tip and start to take Jamie’s dick little by little. He was a quite a bit thicker than Tyler, longer too, so you had to relax your throat some more.

As you start to slowly bob your head you slip your hands under his shirt and run hand your hands along the taut muscles that lied underneath his shirt. And then raking your nails down his abs and along with his well-muscled thighs. As you suspected, Jamie is quiet both in bed and real life, but you did manage to get a few moans here and there and one very soft whimper noise.

“Well, I went to go get a condom because I thought Jamie would want to fuck you, but he’s already busy.”

You pull of Jamie’s dick long enough to say, “you can still fuck me, sir.”

“You just had two orgasms and you already want another?” to which you just nod, “God, James, if she keeps this up then I’m going to need you to come over more often.”

“I’m okay with that,” Jamie says softly.

Tyler crouches begins you where you’re sitting with your hands and mouth on Jamie’s lap, and your bare ass in the air. You feel Tyler run his hand along your ass cheek and giving it a light slap.

You let out a small yelp and jerk forward on Jamie’s cock a bit, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“She’s so good at this,” Jamie says just barely loud enough to hear.

“If you think her mouth is good then you should feel her pussy.”

“Next time.”

You can’t help but get excited for next time, even though this time isn’t over yet.

Tyler lines himself up with your folds and just runs his dick along them a bit, “you good with this, (Y/N)”

Unable to speak due to the dick in your mouth you just give Tyler a thumbs up and you hear him chuckle but he starts to slowly push himself into you. By the time he’s half ways, you cannot contain yourself anymore and moan around Jamie’s dick. He, in turn, lets his head drop over the back of the couch in ecstasy.

You move your hands back to his shirt and start pawing at it to get it off.

“She likes to run her fingernails up and down your chest when she’s blowing you. Take off your shirt, you won’t regret it,” Tyler says slowly picking up the pace.

“If you wanted to see me shirtless, you could have just asked,” Jamie says as he finally takes off his shirt and throws it god knows where. You take the opportunity to scratch your nails a bit harder, enjoying the faint pink lines you leave behind.

Despite wanting to laugh at his comment you couldn’t really because of your current situation. But you do pull off Jamie long enough to tell Tyler to fuck you harder.

Tyler does what you ask, the sound of skin slapping on skin obscene, but you moan around Jamie some more. You can tell he’s getting close by the rapid rise and fall of his chest and you bring your hands onto his thighs, digging your nails into his the hard muscle there. He wraps his fingers in your hair as he climaxes, shouting your name. You try to swallow all of his cum but a little bit dribbles out onto your chin.

Now that you could focus on Tyler fucking you, you called his name urging him on. Your third orgasm of the night was fast approaching and Tyler reaches around your wait to rub at your clit.

“Come on baby, come for me. You’ve been such a good girl.”

“Ah, fuck, TYLER!” You scream as you come, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You can only hold yourself up on your forearms as Tyler pounds into you. His thrusts are much sloppier now meaning he’s almost finished. Soon you feel the familiar warmth of his cum fill you up, yelling your name as he finishes.

When he slowly pulls out he flips you onto your back as you start to come down from your high.

“You got something on your face,” Tyler says as he wipes the little dribble of Jamie’s cum from the corner of your mouth and making you suck his thumb clean.

After a few minutes, Tyler tries to nudge you with his foot.

“Come on, get up. Last time you slept on the floor your back was fucked.”

“If you think I’m in any state to walk right now then you are very sadly mistaken, sir.”

You can hear Jamie laugh and then all of a sudden you’re being picked up in Tyler’s arms.

“Let’s go, princess.”

As soon as Tyler places you on the bed you’re asleep. You vaguely feel him wiping your thighs with a wet washcloth between your thighs. You assume Tyler leaves to say goodbye to Jamie and let the dogs out but when he returns he presses himself against your back and the two of you sleep peacefully.

#nhl imagine #nhl smut #hockey writing #hockey imagine #hockey oneshot #hockey smut #tyler seguin #tyler seguine imagine #tyler seguin smut #mine #series #let me put something in your life

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hcneymilkks · 4 years

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Christmas Prompts Requests

As this decade is coming to a close and another Holiday is creeping up, I decided to open up my request....

But with a few exceptions:

(request on my ask or pm me)

REQUEST GUIDELINES

- Any k-pop idol, male or female (these prompts are mostly romance ones though sooo...)

- Main character name can be your name, a made up name or just Y/N

- choose between bullet point form, drabble under 1000 words, or full-fledged imagine

- and prompt number(s) (can request more than one number)

EXAMPLE

- Got7's JB

- Name: Y/N

- bullet point

- prompt numbers 11 and 12.

< these ones in bullet point form are credited to the original creators! Mine is found under the cut!>

christmas writing prompts

winter/holiday prompts

holiday prompts

OTP christmas scenarios

[FULL WARNING: IF THE PROMPT CROSSED OUT THAT MEANS IT HAS ALREADY BEEN REQUESTED!]

1. Getting trapped in a shopping mall together during after-hours in which they were christmas shopping too hard.

2. SWEATER PAWS AND CUDDLES. “If you don’t grab me a blanket, I’m breaking up with you.” “I’m watching Barbie Nutcracker.”

3. Losing S/O at a christmas market and having to make an announcement over an intercom as to reunite them again (I’m thinking early 80’s era with fluorescent jackets and big old scarfs and brick phones that they left at home).

4. “Are you humming the Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy?” Falling asleep in front of the fire whilst their S/O is playing them ‘dance of the sugar plum fairy’ on piano. They pull a blanket over them and curl up beside them.

5. Spilling hot chocolate/coffee/a hot-fucking-beverage on the other and insisting on paying for a new drink and new clothes for them, unaware that they’re rich and very capable of buying themselves another coffee. Besides, they don’t know that this jacket is Louis Vuitton and cost more than the knock-off Gucci belt that had caught their eye in the first place (probably looking a little lower than the belt, but we digress). “So you wanna… hot chocolate and chill?” “If you ask me that one more time, I will dump my hot chocolate on you.”

6. First christmas with their S/O and panicking to their best friend/sibling about what to get them. Somehow, a plushie didn’t seem exactly suitable when they knew the other had bought them an engagement ring.

7. Being gifted tickets to see a family member overseas, but having to leave their S/O at home for christmas, not expecting them to turn up on their doorstep on christmas morning with a bouquet of roses.

8. Buying animal-proof fairy lights, confusing their S/O, but it all makes sense when there’s an ENTIRE puppy in their living room on christmas day.

9. Falling asleep in the passenger seat whilst their S/O drives them to a family members house for christmas, but not wanting to wake them for further directions because they look so p e a c e f u l.

10. Sleeping in until midday because they just want to be in each other’s arms and it is so warm with them right here beside them.

11. Making out under the christmas tree because the lights reflecting in their S/O’s eyes just looked too ethereal for them not to kiss them until they lost their breath.

12. Falling asleep on their significant other’s chest whilst they’re wrapping christmas presents, meaning that some aren’t wrapped the next morning because the sellotape had RUN OUT.

13. Failing to get the right meat and their S/O sending them back multiple times until they end up going together and realising that they weren’t even going to the right store.

14. “Wanna go skating in Central Park?” “Who even came up with ice skating? Do you know what a terrible idea it is? Its like,,, strapping knives to your feet before getting on ice which you may or may not fall through.” Ice skating and them BOTH BEING REALLY GOOD ACTUALLY.

15. Avoiding the mistletoe at all costs, however, everyone is trying their best to get the otp there.

16. Neighbour au in which one gets drunk on mulled wine and ends up knocking at the other’s door, drunkenly trying to seduce the other and- instead- passing out in their living room

17. Crawling into their roommate’s (S/O’s) bed because it is too cold in their own and they want cuddles.

18. Person A tries to get their friends to kiss under the mistletoe, and they completely forget about their crush on Person B until they both end up under the mistletoe.

19. Person A and Person B sitting next to the fire, drinking hot chocolate, maybe even cuddling. “So you wanna… hot chocolate and chill?” “If you ask me that one more time, I will dump my hot chocolate on you.”

20. Person A stays out late one night to find the perfect gift for their partner. Does Person B scold them for being out so late?

21. Imagine them being complete fools while playing in the snow. Bonus points if they have a dog or another pet that joins them. “Let’s make snow angels!” “Are you nine?” “How can you possibly look good with snow in your hair?”

22. Person A comes home freezing, so Person B happily cuddles with them to warm them up.

23. Matching. Sweaters.

24. Person A is ready at 3 am on Christmas morning, while Person B isn't ready until 10 am.

25. Person A plays Christmas music in October, and Person B is just Done with them. “Can we PLEASE watch something else? This is the 3rd time we’ve watched elf today. And it’s November 1st.” “Nightmare Before Christmas is a Christmas movie, not a Halloween movie.” “If you turn down the Christmas music, I’ll murder you.”

26. “We made too many cookies.” “Are you sure your family can eat all these cookies?” “What? No! These are just for us!” “You burnt the holiday cookies!”

27. “You’re impossible to shop for!”

28. “Who brought the fruit cake? I just wanna talk…” “ALRIGHT, WHO SPIKED THE EGGNOG?” “Wait, that wasn’t sparkling grape juice? I drank like 5 glasses of it! No wonder everything is so funny!” “I got apple cider up my nose.”

29. “I can’t believe I got stuck on a ski lift with you, of all people.” “Listen, it isn’t my fault you broke your wrist trying to snowboard down that hill.”

30. “Who walks on an ice covered pond anymore? Don’t you know how stupid that is? You should’ve died in that pond. Natural selection.”

31. “You’re either terrible at wrapping presents, or you’re one of santa’s elves. There’s no in between.” “There’s more tape on that present then wrapping paper.”

32. “Don’t you think gingerbread houses with gingerbread men in them are kinda morbid? I mean, it’s a house made out of flesh.” “Everyone knows you’re not actually supposed to eat the gingerbread house. Those things are stale as hell.”

33. “It’s not what’s under the tree that matters, it’s those who are gathered around it.” “Shut up and give me my present.” “We all know damn well that Mariah Carry cares about the presents underneath the Christmas tree.” “You’re getting coal this year.”

34. “Christmas is so close, I can almost smell the mistletoe I’m never going to get kissed under.” “Oooo, we’re under the mistletoe!” “No No No No- mphh!”

35. “Come outside and and have a snowball fight with us.” “I don’t really feel like it…” “That’s because you know that you’ll lose…” “Don’t you dare bring that snowball in the house, DON’T YOU DARE-“

36. “Bath and Body Works was having a sale on their holiday scents so I bought twenty bottles of lotion.”

#requests #kpop requests #writing #christmas themed #yay #go on to my ask and request! or pm me too haha

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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What is your least favourite thing about your full name? I don’t know if it’s right to say I have a least favorite thing about it. At this point in my life I’ve gotten over complaining about anything about my name and I’ve ended up liking it, actually.

How good is your grammar? My fluency in both English and Filipino is pretty much perfect. Kinda called for when it comes to communications graduates, haha. But yeah I grew up speaking Filipino and then learned English through media, school, and my English-speaking friends, so my exposure has always been balanced.

Do you like the age you are? Idk I feel like age loses its significance when you’re like 20. < Yeah, same. The last age I got excited about was 20, but turning 22 this year felt a little boring and not just because I had to celebrate at home. I’m imagining it would be the same for 23, 24, 26, 27, etc and that I’ll only look forward to milestone years now, like those that end in 5 or 0.

Music. It’s amazing. Do you agree? It’s great, but I’m not as attached to music as most people are. It’s hard for me to get into new acts and I mostly stick to the artists and albums I’ve listened for years. Music can also sometimes be too emotional for me, so most of the time I prefer flocking to content that will entertain me when I’m sad, like sitcoms or YouTube videos.

What’s your favourite kind of poptart? I’ve mentioned this before but only like, five flavors ever get shipped to the Philippines. My favorite is chocolate fudge, but I’m sure I would have other favorites if we were able to have their whole flavor roster.

Do you like sunglasses? I don’t really care for them. They look nice and there are certainly a lot of cute and classy sunglasses designs out there, but ultimately I don’t like how it impairs my vision. No matter how bright it is where I am, I tend to not feel comfortable when everything I see has a black or brown tint to them.

Do you think dreams can give us insight to things? I don’t know if it can give insights, but I believe that your general emotions and life experiences can have a hand in what dreams you end up having. In my case, whenever something is currently heavily troubling me I always, always end up dreaming about them.

Have any cheesy kids songs memorized? Depends on what you mean by cheesy kid’s songs. I don’t actually know what that refers to.

Besides your computer, what else is cluttering your desk? A Tupperware with peanut brittle, another Tupperware with a half-eaten brookie, two notebooks, my copy of Midnight Sun, my phone charger, a nearly-empty glass of water, and my night light.

Why is your worst enemy your worst? I don’t have an enemy...haven’t had one since, like, grade school.

What does your dad do? He’s an executive sous chef at a luxury liner. But his company and the nature of his work is obviously one of the most affected by Covid, so he hasn’t been in his workplace since February and it’s impossible to tell when he’ll be needed again.

How late do you usually stay up? During weekdays, I’m in bed by 9 or 10 PM. Work is exhausting most days. But on the weekends, I’m able to stay up til midnight or even a few hours beyond that.

The political spectrum. Where do you fall? The more radical side of the left.

Do those commercials from the ASPCA make you cry? They’re a US-based org so no I haven’t, but their ads probably do have the ability to make me cry.

When was the last time you visited a nail salon? I remember going inside a nail salon with Gabie in like 2017? 2018? because she had been trying to get me interested in pampering sessions for myself haha. I never saw the appeal though and if I remember correctly that was the only time I ever found myself inside of a nail salon.

What was the last thing you used sliced bread to make? My breakfast yesterday. I just used the bread to wrap a hotdog.

If you had to eat one type (Chinese, etc.) of food which would it be? I would have absolutely no problem eating Indian food for the rest of my life. Their spices, the curries, breads, chutney, samosas, paneer? *chef’s kiss*

Enough about food. Have you used Wikipedia for a school report? I used Wikipedia all the time but use the sources on the bottom of the page. It was so easy to go around the whole “don’t use Wikipedia for research” when the sources cited in Wikipedia articles are always subject to strict review by the site’s moderators to ensure their credibility lol.

What is your favourite glass to drink from? I love my mom’s Starbucks mug. I use it all the time when she isn’t home.

When did your family immigrate to wherever you live now? We’ve never migrated, even though my mom had always wanted us to. If we pushed through with it, we most likely would have landed in either the US or Canada.

What does your room look like when you sleep? Completely dark. I also like keeping my windows open and my blinds partially open, because the cold air at night feels nice.

What tabs are open on your computer? The window I’m currently on is pretty loaded actually. There are six Tumblr tabs, 12 Bzoink tabs, two tabs on Google search, and one Wikipedia tab.

Are your fingers long, or short? They’re rather long.

Reality TV: Love it, or hate it? OMG hahah I like most of them, but I can’t stand dating shows. As a demi, I just could never relate to the idea of casual dating and dating shows have always been super boring to me. I can binge most of the other reality TV shows though, especially cooking ones and KUWTK.

What time is it in the country you get the most of your heritage from? Welp, that’s a creative way to put it. 6:47 PM.

Do you use a top sheet? My current bedsheet doesn’t come with one but I do have other bedsheets with top sheets that I routinely change to.

How often do you engage in illegal behaviour? It comes up every now and then but it’s nothing more than illegally downloading books and movies lol.

Who is your favourite comedian? I’m not big on comedians but I came across Sindhu Vee’s stand-up comedy on Facebook a month ago and she’s sooooooo fucking hilarious. Jokes about extreme Asian parenting will never get old for me. I definitely wish more of her acts were available online.

Do people say you have an accent? Sometimes I’ll get compliments for being able to speak in English well, but idk about accents.

Could you tell me what the capital of Bosnia is without looking it up? Nope. I wouldn’t even be able to point at its general region on a map. Soz.

AOL: Do you use it? No.

Do you find Family Guy’s cutaway scenes funny, or annoying? I generally find cutaway scenes funny. I’m sure I would find Family Guy’s funny as well, considering I’ve enjoyed their humor styles in the past.

What colours are on your current shirt? Brown.

How many children do you want/have? Two.

Would you rather live in this decade, the 1960’s, or the 1910’s? 1910s. The very limited women’s rights and social issues of the time would be sucky to witness, but I’m still interested to see how different life was back then whether in terms of technology, how different my city used to look, or whatever.

Pepsi vs. Coke? Neither.

Do you think you look good with a hat on? Sure, I like hats :)

#survey #surveys

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takemealivelh · 5 years

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“Can we talk?”

Summary: Tension rises and explodes, unlikely

Word Count: 1.9k

Credits to @cal-pal-cuddles and @letsfuckndance and my friend who doesn't have tumblr bc they helped me edit this and I LOVE EM SO SO MUCH

It was official; my friendship with the 5SOS boys had been ruined.

I tried talking to them after the party, the days after that. I tried having a conversation with Ashton, a cigarette break with Calum, a laughing fit with Michael... I still couldn't look at him in the eyes. The pace of the shows sped up again. They were all local which, thankfully, meant less travelling during the awards season that had finally laid upon our shoulders. It meant I didn't have to share my everyday with the band, I could go home after rehearsals and hang out with the friends I hadn't seen since we all came back from tour. 5SOS didn't fire me, but they weren't hanging out with me anymore either, and I'd tried.

"I'm not gonna pretend I'm not mad at you," Ashton looked at me from the other side of the rehearsal room with a bottle of water between his hands. I disconnected the XLR cables from the patch panel as he spoke, my fingers trembling. I was nervous all the time, I couldn't help it. "But I thought you should know we've all been talking, alright? We want you to do our sound for the award shows."

It felt like a warm, red, embarrassing, proud heat was rising from the middle of my chest, spreading itself throughout my body, "Okay," I muttered. Ashton took a sip from his water and stood up with a sigh, I could tell he hated this whole thing as much as I did.

“We’re heading out now, we-” Luke’s voice came from the side of the room and when I turned my head I saw he wasn’t alone. “Hi,” he acknowledged me with a nod and awkwardly brought the girl closer to his waist, “this... this is Erin, I... I don’t think you’ve met each other?” The stutter in his voice was obvious, and I think she'd noticed. The girl smiled at me and waved shyly, I introduced myself from the uncomfortable crouched position I was in. While Ashton smiled at her and said something to make her laugh, Luke slipped out from the embrace and went to grab his jacket from a chair that was about an arm’s length from me. "We're going out for lunch but we'll be back in two or three hours."

I looked up at him as he spoke, not daring to move, still holding around 6 cables in my hands. His eyes laid on mine and held them for longer than a second. I could feel my palms getting sweaty, my throat closing. “Nice to meet you,” my voice broke when I turned my attention to the girl. She seemed nice, she had this radiant energy around her. I hated it.

Erin looked like the kind of girl I would've been good friends with in another life. She wore jeans and a PJ Harvey t-shirt and I thought she was so cool. It would’ve been so much easier if Luke had shown up with a bratty drama queen, someone who pulled his jacket every two seconds, demanding attention.

Seeing them together was hard, watching them have fun around each other was harder, because it was a constant reminder that I had that with Luke and now I didn't because I was the one afraid of being in a relationship. He had all the right to move on, be happy, find another girl who could give him what I couldn't. It didn't minimize the pain, though. The ‘incident’ had been fairly recent. Fuck, it hadn't gone even two full weeks when he had already started sharing flirty touches with her. Another two weeks and we got to see her more often, she would show up to rehearsals after work. Hair up in a ponytail, apron stained with small fingerprints, Erin would sit next to me and smile at Luke as the band went over the songs again and again for the performances. She would tell me about parent-teacher meetings in the breaks, and I would try to explain to her what an audio interface does.

"We're gonna go now," Luke would throw an arm around her and bring her closer to his body when the rehearsals came to an end, "see ya."

“He seems to be moving on fast,” I heard Calum say as they unplugged their instruments. “I thought he’d be still moping because… you know...”

Michael set his guitar down and pulled out his phone from his pocket, “seems fast but, I don’t know, man... Like, I mean, Erin seems nice.”

“It’s weird that she’s around a lot, though.”

“Yeah, but you know Luke. He can’t really stand loneliness, can he?”

I sank on the chair behind the mixer and cut the microphones, not wanting to hear any more.

Days seemed to be passing faster, Erin seemed to be around a lot more. Every time Luke kissed her lips, grabbed her by the waist and she threw her head back in laughter... every time she laid her head on his shoulder... it hurt.

"Maybe he's just trying to make you jealous."

"Why would he do that? He knows it won't work."

"Hasn't it?"

"He looks happy."

"Then maybe you should move on."

My friends were right, they didn't even know Luke but it seemed logical.

Keeping my interaction with the 5SOS boys to a minimum, I only spoke up when necessary, making a few suggestions that I thought could make the performances stand out. They weren’t as upset as they used to be, but we still hadn’t gone back to normal. "Can you brighten up the distortion in the mix, please?" Michael called out through the stage to where I was standing, I gave him a thumb up and adjusted the equalizer once again. It was around 4 pm when our sound check finished. Luke and Erin's laughter caught my ears as they walked past me to the backstage area.

"Listen, I like the mix but I need the kick a little louder in my..."

"Can we talk?"

Calum and I looked up from the several Post-Its we had scattered around the table, Luke was staring at us from the other side of the dressing room. It took me a moment to recognize which one of us he was talking to, but Calum knew right away. He patted my knee, which he hadn't done in a while, and left in silence.

"Hi," I put the pen down and stood up awkwardly, not really knowing what to do with my body. My hands found comfort inside the pockets of my jacket, "what do you need to talk about?" My words were soft and hesitant, I didn't know what to expect.

Luke remained quiet for what it seemed the longest time, he started a few sentences but kept cutting himself off. He seemed nervous. "I- yeah, what I..." he scratched the bridge of his nose with his thumb. It was surreal to think that now we had to be careful about our next words instead of just blurting out the first thing that came into our minds. I desperately wanted to go back to those days, I didn’t like this new dynamic between us. It didn’t feel natural.

"Is it about the show?"

"No," he shook his head. We heard a loud thud coming from the direction of the stage and the vocalist of the band started testing the microphone. I kept my body very still, uncertain of what could happen if I asked another question, if I tilted my head in annoyance... If Luke and I were having this conversation during another time, I would've rolled my eyes at him, "get to the point, Hemmings. You've been babbling for an hour now."

All I could do now was wait.

I watched Luke’s chest move with a sigh, he peeked his head out of the door and then closed it, giving us the privacy we hadn't shared since the party at Ashton's place. The familiar smell of his cologne hit my nose when he took a few steps closer towards me, his messy curls falling on his face as he debated his next words. It astounded me how easily I could read him. This whole anticipation was making me uncomfortable. "No, it's not about the show,” he said. "This is weird," a small laugh left his lips and he avoided my eyes, my brows scrunched in confusion. "No, okay, this was a bad idea. I'm gonna go now."

He turned in his heels and walked back to the door.

Fuck, Luke.

The awkwardness, the annoyance, the anger, all the words I'd been choking down for days now had seemed to surface in a matter of seconds. "Luke, oh my god, are you serious?" My face felt hot and my jaw felt tense. I twisted my fingers inside the jacket. He turned to me, eyes wide, lips parted. "I know I fucked up but these past weeks all I've ever done is to try to give you space. It's been like walking on fucking eggshells because no, wow everyone is so worried about you. Luke is so sensitive we need to protect him at all costs," I relied on my histrionic tendencies to get my point across, as I usually did. By now, all the words cascaded out of me, pouring relentlessly. There was no holding them back. Luke knew that stage of me well, maybe that's why he didn't try to interrupt me.

"The boys are mad at me, they won't talk to me, they won't even listen to what I have to say. I get it, alright? I understand that they're way closer to you, I get that. But seriously? It's been like a warzone. Always thinking of strategies, tactics. I can't say this to you, I can't look at you like this, god forbid I accidentally run into you. Wow, no. What happens if I need to tell you to turn the fucking overdrive down? All of you give me a look and I'm sick of it, Luke. I can't keep trying to protect your feelings, okay?" His gaze dropped to the floor, I knew I had hit a delicate nerve. "You knew- you know how hard I've been working, you know I care about the shows, but now I'm afraid all the time because if I say the wrong word you're pouting and you know what? I don't deserve that shit. It's not like your poor broken heart is lonely, you have Erin." Luke's attention seemed to spark up, but I didn't like the bitter taste her name left on my mouth. His eyes were curious and he took a few steps closer to me, as if he was scrutinizing me.

"She's around all the time and quite frankly that's really douchy of you, Luke. A month ago you were all over me, saying we could be great together. What now? I said no and you went home, opened a Tinder account and swiped right for the first girl you saw? Real mature. Does she know? Does she know you're using her as a rebound? ‘Cos we all know that's what she is, isn't she?"

I was out of breath, drowning these emotions for weeks had been exhausting, letting it all out was even more draining. Luke's eyes were still fixated on mine, but I couldn’t read them. His silence nearly engulfed every other sound in the room, the footsteps on the other side of the door, the sound check that was going onstage, my speeding heartbeat ringing in my ears… For the first time, I wasn’t able to know what was going through his mind, it both terrified and relieved me. I didn't move, my jaw slightly trembled when his body got even closer to mine. His hand reached for my chin, and his lips crashed into mine.

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