#but seeing how I just started to feel normal at 8pm

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Just thinking about Reader finding out she’s having Steve’s baby and how Steve would be during her pregnancy.

You’ve only been married to Steve for a blissful couple of weeks when you realise you’re expecting a little baby Harrington.

One morning after Steve leaves for work, you rush to the bathroom feeling extremely nauseous and after realising your period is more than a little late, you run to the store to buy a couple of pregnancy tests to put your mind at ease.

It’s impossible you think, you’re completely overreacting. It’s just stress after the wedding and nothing more. You and Steve had always been so careful…well, except for one night. One drunken passionate night on your honeymoon when you just couldn’t wait for him to be inside of you any longer. You hadn’t used a condom and had completely forgotten to get the morning after pill with all your holiday activities keeping you both busy. Fuck, you were so stupid!

Your heart beats out of your chest as you wait for the result of the first test, sitting on the bathroom countertop, nervously biting on your nails as you stare at the watch on your wrist. You prayed it would come back negative, that you’d never even have to tell Steve about your silly worry and things could just go back to normal.

When it’s finally time, you psych yourself up to look at the test., taking a few deeps breaths in and out. A cold sweat pouring from you as your hands begin to shake, picking up the test.

+ Positive. Fuck.

You fall to the floor in tears, trying to catch your breath before beginning to process the result. You’re pregnant and the timing couldn’t be worse.

You and Steve were newlyweds, you’d just moved in to a new apartment of your very own and had so many plans for the future that didn’t include children. Of course you both wanted kids, Steve wanted six for christ sake but not now, not yet. It was too soon.

You’d taken 2 more tests throughout the day, both of which came back positive, confirming that you were indeed expecting. You sat in silence most of the afternoon wondering how you were going to tell Steve. Was he going to be angry at you? Would he still love you? You were terrified to find out because you loved him so much.

By that evening, you were starting to imagine what life would be like with a little baby in it. Would it be a boy or a girl? Would they look like Steve? Would they have his eyes? Would be good parents? Would it be so bad if you kind of wanted this baby?

It was shortly after 8pm when you hear the familiar sound of your Husband’s keys turning in the front door of your apartment. “Hi honey, it’s me. How was your day? It’s freezing outside!” He shivers, removing his coat before walking towards the kitchen to see you sitting at the table.

“Honey, are you ok? What’s the matter?” He questions, bending down to cup your cheeks, wiping the tears from your eyes. He’s concerned now, panic visible on his face as you try to gain your composure.

“Stevie, I have to tell you something but I’m so afraid you’re going to be mad and I just need you to know that I’m sorry and that I didn’t plan on this happening right now.” You cry hysterically as he wraps his arms tightly around you, he can feel your body shaking, the tears soaking his t-shirt. He’s completely terrified. Were you sick? Did you not love him anymore? Did you regret marrying him?Was there someone else? Were you going to leave him?

“Honey, please just tell me what’s going on? You’re starting to scare me.” He trembles as you take a deep breath before blurting out. “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re…. You’re what?” He asks, eyes widened in shock as he tried to process your statement.

“I’m preg- we’re pregnant.” You mumble again as he stands back up, a hand over his mouth as he remains silent. You can’t read his expression.

“When you left for work this morning, I started to feel really sick, I puked a couple of times and I thought maybe it was that take out we got last night, you know? But then it dawned on me that my period was late, like really late and I didn’t think it was possible at first, I mean we’ve always been so careful to use condoms and I was going to go on birth control one I got my next period but then I remembered that night on our honeymoon when we didn’t use one and we forgot to go to the pharmacy the next day, so I went to the store today and got a bunch of tests and…they all came back positive.” You say, taking the tests from your bag and placing them on the table for Steve to see for himself. “I’m so sorry Stevie, I honestly didn’t mean for this to happen. I know we had so many plans for the future and this is happening so much sooner than we wanted it to but…”

You were so busy rambling, afraid of his response that you didn’t even notice the smile on Steve’s face, the tears in his eyes as he finally picked up one of the pregnancy tests to inspect it further.

“We’re really having a baby? I’m going to be a Dad?” He asks, staring at you, his wife, with utter adoration as he walks closer towards you.

“Yeah Stevie, we’re really going to have a baby.” You cry as he places a loving kiss to your lips, once again wrapping himself around you, rubbing your stomach gently. “I love you Mrs Harrington, we’re going to be the best parents.”

When you finally tell people, the kids all fight over who gets to be the baby’s godparents but you and Steve have already chosen Robin and Eddie, telling the others they’ll be awesome aunts and uncles either way.

Even Steve’s parents are excited, spending more time in Hawkins to help you both get ready for the baby and it makes you happy to see them finally making an effort for their son.

Steve is the best Husband and birthing partner, attending all the classes and appointments with you, reading all the baby books to know as much as possible before the baby arrives. Making sure you take your vitamins etc.

He tears up upon seeing your baby for the first time at the Ultrasound appointment. Showing EVERYBODY the pictures when you get home from the hospital.

Steve quickly got to work on building the nursery, getting annoyed when you insist on helping him paint the room. “Baby, I don’t want you straining yourself.” “I’m pregnant, not dying Steve.” You’d joke. “Just let me feel useful for a while, please?” You begged and he sighed, knowing he could never say no to you. “Alright, fifteen minutes, then I’m running you a bath.” He said kissing your forehead before handing you a paintbrush.

You decided not to find out the baby’s gender, wanting to keep the surprise for when you gave birth but Steve was convinced it was a girl, often referring to the baby as she/her when talking. “There’s my two girls.”

You and Steve’s weekends are spent buying stuff for the baby, high chairs, strollers, diapers etc. You’re both working extra hours to save as much money as possible, but as the pregnancy progresses, Steve takes on more work so you can rest up at home.

As your tummy grows, Steve can see you’re getting a little self conscious in your clothes. Outfits that fit in the past are no longer comfortable and it makes you sad.

He gives Nancy a couple of hundred dollars to take you for lunch and to shop for maternity clothes, making sure she gets you whatever you want.

He constantly reminds you how beautiful you are, showing you he’s not afraid to have sex with his pregnant wife. He just wants to make you feel good.

Every morning he wakes up, he kisses your lips and then your tummy. “Good morning baby, and my other baby.” He does the same when he gets home from work and every night before bed.

The first time the baby kicks, you’re both lying on the couch watching Jaws, Steve talking over the movie as usual. He drops the bowl of popcorn when he feels you jolt beside him. “Honey what’s wrong? Are you ok? Is it the baby?” He panics, jumping from his seat but you’re quick to pull him back down and place his large hand on your stomach. “The baby, it’s kicking. Woah!” You say, starting to laugh at the feeling of your tiny human growing inside you. “I.. I feel her! Oh my god, she’s kicking hard huh?” He smiles, holding your other hand in his. “I think they like your voice baby.” You say as Steve looks at you in surprise. “You think?” “Uh, huh. They kicked when you started speaking, didn’t you peanut?” You giggle rubbing your belly.

Steve comes home from work the next night with a box of children’s books and he’s so excited getting in to bed to read the bedtime story to your swollen bump. “Stevie, what are you doing?” You giggle as he begins to read.

“Well, you said the baby likes my voice and I want her to recognise that I’m her Dad when you give birth, so Phil from work let me borrow a couple of his kids books so I can read to her. Plus I want her to be smart, not like her old man.” “Steve, you’re not an old man and you are smart.” You smile, putting a gentle hand through his hair, getting cosy in bed as he opens the first book to read to your tummy.

You were almost a week overdue when you decided you finally had enough of being pregnant. You’d gone on multiple walks, ate all the spicy food you could possibly eat and tried every position possible while having sex with Steve. Nothing was working, this baby was as stubborn as you were.

When your water finally breaks, Steve is super calm and you can’t believe he’s handling things so well. He’s had your hospital bag at the front door for several weeks now, car full of gas and newly serviced. He was getting you to the hospital without any issues. “We’re almost there baby.” He says holding your hand as you try to breathe through the pain. “Stevie, I’m scared.” You cry as he chuckles, trying to make you feel better. “Sweetheart, you fought monsters from another dimension for four years without showing any fear but you’re scared of delivering our little girl? This is gonna be a piece of cake to you baby and I’m right here, all the way.” He assured you, kissing your knuckles.

Eddie and Robin wait in the waiting room, Steve having called them once he got you safely to the hospital, knowing you’d want them there to look after Steve if he needed anything. Eddie was beyond excited while Robin paced the halls in a nervous wreck.

Steve was great, he was rubbing your back and shoulders, getting you ice chips, keeping your facecloth cold to press to your forehead and then a few hours later, it was finally tome to push.

This was hell, you were in so much pain, your body was screaming for a break but you knew you couldn’t rest until the baby was out. You wanted to choke Steve for getting you pregnant, telling him he was never allowed to touch you again, that you were only having one baby and that was it.

“Honey, you’re doing so good. Just a couple of more pushes sweetheart, she’s almost here!” Steve whispers in your ear, refusing to leave your side.

That’s easy for you to say! You’re not pushing a football out of your vagina Steve Harrington!” You yell as he tried to hold back a laugh. “Don’t you dare laugh right now!” You warn, squeezing his hand as you feel another contraction.

���I can see the head!” The Doctor cries as you close your eyes, wanting this to be over.

“Come on honey, you’ve got this. It’s time to meet our daughter.” Steve encourages, as you find the strength to push again, feeling the pressure on the bottom half of your body. Suddenly the head is out, then the shoulders and after a few more pushes, you hear the little cries of your newborn baby, before the Doctor hands the tiny bundle to you.

“You did so good honey, you are amazing.” Steve kisses your lips as you begin to cry from happiness, relief and exhaustion.

“Congratulations to the both of you. You have a beautiful healthy baby boy.” The Doctor says as you smile at Steve, cuddling your son.

“She’s a boy? We have a boy?” He cries, holding his little family in his arms as he sits on the edge of you bed, overwhelmed by how happy he is in this very moment.

“I told you we were having a boy. Are you upset?” You frown as he shakes his head. “No! Of course not, look at him, how could anyone be upset when he’s so perfect?” Steve smiles as you move a little to hand him his son. “Take him, I think he wants to say hi to the guy that reads to him every night.” You tease, carefully slotting him into Steve’s arms as he looks down at his son in complete and utter awe. His heart completely melts when his son grabs his pinky finger, holding it tightly as you smile at your two boys.

“Hey little man, welcome to the world, I’m your Dad, and that beautiful woman over there? She’s your awesome Mom. We’re your parents and we already love you so much.” Steve mumbles as tears fill his eyes.

“You know we’re going to have to think of some new names now right?” You joke as Steve nods his head, wiping away his tears. “Oh yeah, somehow I don’t think he’s gonna like the name Phoebe.”

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Unexpected Visitor

Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 1.6k

Entire work can be found on ao3 here

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Description: You work in a brothel, an exciting new customer enters and you get to service him.

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It was summer in Imperial City, and had to be the hottest day of the year, you guessed. Thankfully, your normal work attire only included a bra, panties, and a thin robe.

There were pros and cons to working in a place like this during summer. On one hand, it was the busy season and you haven’t felt this rich in years. The heat made everyone horny. On the other hand, customers were generally sweaty and sometimes even stank from it. But you charged accordingly.

It was nearing 8pm and most of the other women were in rooms or on break, which left you welcoming any and all new customers when they walked in.

You could hear footsteps outside the door before the person entered. You were nearly startled by the sight.

Beskar armor, head to toe. It wasn’t hard to tell, the unique shine of it dazzled you.

“Hello,” you started, trying to keep your breathing even. “How can I help you?”

He stared at you for a long second. He scanned the room before turning his helmet to face you again. “How much?” He was straight to the point.

“Depends on what you want.” You informed him, shifting your weight to your left side and putting a hand on that hip, free hand wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead.

He didn’t say anything.

“Handies are 50. Blows are 75. Fucks are 200.” You raise a brow at him, wondering if he’s just got a bad attitude.

The masked man reaches into a pouch and hands you some credits. You count them. 200.

“Come on back… uh-“ you hold out a hand, gesturing, hoping he’ll give you a name.

“Mando.” He says shortly.

“Mando.” You nod, smiling at him as you lead him back to a room. “Ground rules; no violence, no shitting, no pissing. The rest is fair game.”

“Mhm.” He agrees quickly.

Once you’re both in the room, you shut and lock the door. You turn around to see the man placing his gloves on the dresser. It was the only skin on him you could see.

“Gonna take forever to get that armor off.” You observe.

“It’s staying on.” He spoke firmly.

“Okay.” You nod, heat pooling in your stomach. You didn’t know if it was the dominance, the voice, or the way he was disguised by the helmet, but something was intriguing about him.

You weren’t sure how to start things, unable to read his hidden face. You weren’t stupid, you knew that men of his kind couldn’t show their faces.

Nonetheless, you gathered yourself and walked over to him, placing your hands on his chest.

He reached down and wasted no time untying your robe before pushing it off of you. His hands were rough, calloused. They felt like high grit sandpaper against your well moisturized, dewy skin. The bedrooms were hotter than the front of the building, which meant you were sweating even a little more now. You couldn’t imagine how hot he was under his armor and layers of clothing.

The Mandalorian stepped back, admiring your figure as he held your waist. “Mm.” He hummed.

You could almost feel yourself blushing. This was out of the ordinary for you. To be fair, a lot of men you serviced were submissive. You had a dominant side that you used a lot, but it was nice when someone else was willing to take the lead.

He sat on the bed and patted his thighs with each hand, gesturing for you to have a seat.

You nodded, walking to the bed and putting a leg on each side of his hips to straddle him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in against his chest.

The cold metal made you gasp, but something about the sensation caused you to become wetter. You bit your lip and looked at the visor, having to guess where his eyes were.

“You’re pretty.” He cooed.

You smiled, slinging your arms around his shoulders. “Thanks.”

In one swift move, the Mandalorian flipped you onto your back, getting on top of you while staying between your legs. You tried to hold back a moan, barely able to stifle it.

Mando snaked a hand between your legs, pushing your panties aside and sliding his fingertip between your lips.

“Fuck.” You cursed, eyes closing from the pleasure. You could literally hear how wet you were as his finger slid up and down through your folds.

“Are you always this wet?” Mando asked.

You took a second to answer, opening your eyes and finally shaking your head.

His finger rubbed upwards against your clit, making your legs clamp around him.

“Ah ah, open up.” He encouraged.

You let your bent legs relax, the apex of your thighs widening as he pushed a finger into you.

“Good girl.” The Mandalorian spoke softly, pushing his finger inside until he could feel your g-spot. He curled his finger slightly, letting the rough pad of his fingertip graze against that special place inside you.

You couldn’t help the whine that escaped you, your eyes rolling back into your head.

He continued his ministrations, making your head spin when he pushed a second finger inside. You clamped down around his digits, making a groan come through the helmet.

He pulled his fingers out of you suddenly, bringing them to your lips. You froze for a moment.

He tilted his helmet just slightly, a silent “do it.”

You let your jaw drop and take his slick fingers into your mouth, sucking on them, licking them and swirling your tongue around them, moaning as you tasted yourself.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth after you sufficiently cleaned them, groping your left breast as you feel his hardness press against you.

You hear him groan as his hips push into yours, and you swear to your maker it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.

You gasp as he grips the fabric of your bra cup and yanks it down before grabbing your bare breast with his large hand. He cups it for a moment before moving to rub his thumb over your hardened nipple.

“Mando…” you trail off, watching him intently. You could tell that getting other people off, got him off. You wished he’d take off the damn helmet, put his mouth on you somewhere. Or just put his cock in you already.

Like he read your mind, he pulled back just enough to push the front of his pants down. He pulled out his cock and you practically choked on air at the sight of it.

It was thick, had to be 7 or 8 inches, the head was a deep pink and a bead of precum lingered at his slit. He pulled your panties to the side once more, lining up with your entrance.

He stared down at where his dick met your pussy as he pushed inside. “Such a good girl. Taking my cock.” He muttered, breathless.

You whined in response, breathing hard enough you thought you might fog up his helmet if he were any closer.

Once he was fully seated inside of you, he pulled back out with a slow drag, then back in a little faster this time.

You grabbed the armor over his shoulders, wishing there was skin for you to touch or dig your nails into.

The Mandalorian watched himself pull in and out of you, your juices soaking him so he could move in and out of you easier, faster.

Soon, he was fucking you into the mattress, helmet close to your face. And you were, in fact, fogging up the outside of it (about where his mouth and chin would be).

“F- feel so fu- fucking good.” He stutters, angling his hips to get even deeper inside of you. All the while, his hand finds its way between your legs again, rough thumb rubbing over your clit.

“Please.” You gasp.

“Tell me what you want.” He orders.

“More.” Your hand reaches down to press his thumb harder into your clit.

He obliges, rubbing circles against you hard enough to make your eyes cross.

You arch your back as your climax quickly approaches, the cold beskar on his torso pressing against your stomach.

“M- Mando, gonna cum-“ you barely get the words out before your orgasm rips through you like lightning.

“Ahh, good girl. Fuck, such. A. Good. Girl.” He emphasizes each word with a hard thrust into you and you’re certain you black out for a moment.

When you come to, he’s still fucking you hard, thumb on your pleasure button like before. He was relentless and you knew you were going to cum again.

“Almost. There.” He groans.

You nod in agreement, unable to form any words as you wipe sweat off the side of your face.

Suddenly, his cock is twitching, shooting ropes of cum deep into you as he fucking whines.

This tips you over the edge once more and you’re nearly screaming, eyes squeezed shut as you spasm around him.

He keeps thrusting for a good 10-20 seconds before slowing to a stop. He keeps his dick inside of you for a few minutes as it softens, finally pulling out with a groan.

He’s breathing hard through the modulator as he scoots back and stands up from the bed, tucking himself back into his pants.

He faces you and clears his throat. “Thank you.” He grabs his gloves, and as quickly as he came, he was gone. He shuts the door behind himself, leaving you there breathless and leaking his cum.

You hoped he’d come back.

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One Of The Guys - Part 8

Pairings: Hongjoong x F!Reader, Chan x F!Reader

Genre: idol au, Friends x Lovers, angst

Warnings: anxiety attacks, Feminine pet names(Doll, Pretty Girl, Bubs, Cupcake)

Summary: You tried really hard not to be a cliché, falling love with your best friend. How unoriginal. But when your best friend is Kim Hongjoong what are you supposed to do?

Now Playing: One Of The Guys- Jessia

As you and Chan walked to the elevators of JYP heading towards his studio you couldn’t help but feel nervous. Sure you had spent time with them in their home and they had all come to yours for dinner one night this week but the studio was different. That was their domain and if they were anything like Joong in the studio there was no goofing around. As you walked into the dimly lit room you found Bin sitting at the desk and Han stretched out on the couch. Chan set down the coffees and took the seat next to Bin. “Here!” Han said sliding over to give you more room.

You moved toward the couch, asking quietly, “what are you working on tonight?” Han downed half his coffee, “just touch ups, Chan will probably redo the guide until he satisfied which will take about 20 times.” You chuckled, you had quickly learned that Chan was a perfectionist so it didn’t surprise you that it carried over into his work. “How long have yall been here?” You asked to no one in particular. “What time is it?” Changbin responded, looking down at your watch you let out a sigh, “8pm, have any of you had dinner?” “Yeah Minho and Felix brought us food around 5ish but we’ve been here since 8am for practice.” You nodded your head, comforted by the fact the boys had at least gotten dinner. “We normally don’t leave until 1or 2am depending on practice times the next day. Tomorrow’s a late start so if we can get Chan out of here by 4am it’ll be a success.” Han said quietly to you.

You looked at the back of Chans head, he was fully focused on the track in front of him. “Do you mind if I work on a presentation? We have an expo to get ready for.” You asked as you slowly pulled your computer out of the bag. “Not at all, do you need help?” Han asked. “I’m okay but thank you Jisung.” You got comfy and pulled up the presentation. You got into the work zone and began pulling out notes and typing everything into the slide show. You looked up to find Chan watching you work, you smiled at him and he gave you a wink and smile before turning back around. Changbin seeing the whole interaction whispered something to Chan that made the older boy smack him in the back of his head.

Time went by and you had eventually finished your presentation and curled up, Han throwing half his blanket over your legs. You dozed off listening to Chan and Changbin re-record the guide multiple times. Chans soothing voice putting you to sleep. You woke up to a heavy weight on you, turning your head you saw that Han had curled up beside you, his head against your arm, tucked against you sleeping peacefully. Not wanting to wake him you carefully moved your arm to grab the pillow on his other side. Throwing it at Bin, he turned around ready to throw it back. Assuming it was Han who threw it, he had it above his head, your eyes rounded and arms trying to cover the sleeping boy.

“Channie Hyung, look.” Changbin whispered when he noticed the boy curled against you. Chan turned around, you were pulling the blanket up covering Han. You brushed some hair out of his eyes and slowly moved to not wake him. Looking back at Chan, he gave you a soft smile, eyes filled with of adoration. You smiled brightly at him before getting comfy and pulling out a book to read. Chan looked at his phone, noticing the time he saved all the progress and stood up. “Alright let’s get our kid to bed.” He said to Bin who stretched as he stood. You lightly tapped Han to wake him, stretched out your legs as he sat up looking dazed.

As Chan walked you back toward your apartments you felt like there was something he wanted to say. “Chan you’re being unusually quiet. Are you tired?” He shook his head, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. You tucked yourself against his body, his arm around you shoulders drawing a pattern on your arm. “Seeing you in my studio with Jisung all curled up on you just did something to me.” He said quietly. The rest of the walk to your apartment was quiet. When you got to your door you turned towards him, “did it bother you? I didn’t want to interrupt his sleep so I didn’t move him.” You said nervously. Chans eyes softened looking down at you, “not at all pretty, seeing the members comfortable around you, Ji curled up into you while sleeping. It just makes me like you so much more.” You smile, trailing your fingers down his arm to his hand. He interlocked your fingers, his other hand brushing strands of hair out of your face.

His forehead pressed to yours, “We were interrupted last time this happened.” You said softly looking up at him. Chan smiled, “I’ll never forgive the puppy for that. Can I-“ he started, “please.” You said before he could finish. His lips met yours and everything else seemed to fade into the background. His hands around your waist gently pulled you closer to him, pressing your bodies together. He pulled back, smiling, before adding a few more gentle quick kisses. You smiled into his lips, “I’ll see you soon pretty girl.” He said as he kisses you once more. You say your goodbyes, face still flushed and heart soaring. You unlock the door and watch him walk into the stair well. Shutting the door you hear a voice from the kitchen. “You’re home late doll.” You whip your head around and find Joong, Wooyoung and Mingi sitting at your table.

You set your stuff down and grabbed some water out of the fridge, “can I help you?” You asked. “Were with your your boyyyfriend?” Wooyoung asked grinning like the devil. “Woo, please I’m exhausted and have work tomorrow. Yall should be resting. Why are you here?” You angled your head towards their captain but he was glaring at you. “What?” You asked when you noticed his stare. “It’s 3am. Do you know how dangerous it is to be out this late.” Mingi whistled, standing up “alright let’s not start tonight please.” You set your water down, “I was perfectly safe with Chan thank you. But please lecture me on safety when you’re sitting in my apartment waiting on me like some psychopath.” You snapped. You walk over to your apartment door and throw it open. “It’s late. Go home.”

Hongjoong raised a brow, not used to you snapping back at him. “Spend some time with 3Racha and think you’re all big and bad? That nothing can hurt you?” He says as he stands. Jealousy and anger boiling over, clouding his judgement. Mingi puts his hand on Hongjongs shoulder trying to stop him from coming any closer to you Joong shakes him off, their captains anger evident on his face. “Joong-“ Wooyoung started. “Watch how fast Chan gets tired of you, and you’ll come crying back to us like you always do.” Hongjoong said as he walked to your door. “Alright enough!” Mingi said. Wooyoung at your side, a hands on your arm. “Get out. All of you get out now.” You said while shrugging off Woo. Hongjoong scoffed and strolled out the doorway.

You waited for the other two men to follow him but they stayed planted, “y/n” Mingi said voice laced with concern. You looked up at him, tears in your eyes. “I will talk to you both later. But please, please leave.” You said, voice cracking. “Oh bubs. We’re sorry. We just wanted to see you and got done early today.” Wooyoung said pulling you into his chest. Mingi stood behind you and ran his hands through your hair, “we missed you cupcake. We thought he did too. He seemed fine when we got here.” You sniffed, not letting the tears fall. “What happened then.” Wooyoung and Mingi looked at each other over your head. They knew their leader better than he thought. Wooyoung shook his head, then silently agreeing not the tell you. “I think he’s just worried. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.” Mingi said gently. “Funny way of showing it.” You snapped. “I’m going to bed. You can go with him or stay. Just lock the door either way.” You added while walking away from them and slamming your bedroom door shut.

“What is his problem?!” Mingi hissed walking down the stairwell toward their dorms. “Who knows but he can’t keep taking out his stress on Y/n. It’s not her fault.” Wooyoung answered. Mingi nodded, “not wanting her to date Chan doesn’t make sense to me. Chan Hyung is a good guy. Hongjoong was friends with him at one point.” Wooyoung opened the door into the night air, Hongjoong standing against the building, “you want to tell us why you said that to her. Yet again making her cry!” Joong wiped his head towards the door, “she’s crying?” He tried to rush past them but Mingi reached out and grabbed him, “you’ve done enough damage for the night, leave her alone.” His tone making Hongjoong flinch. Mingi let go of the older boy, “i don’t know what you have against Y/n dating Chan but you need to sort it out before you lose her completely.” He said as him and Wooyoung started to walk away. “I think I’m in love with her.” Hongjoong called after them. Both boys stopped in their tracks. “I don’t know what to do. But I can’t lose her.” Wooyoung dropped his head into his hands. Mingi turned around facing their captain. Tear stains going down his face, “please help me fix this.” His voice breaking as he pleaded with his two brothers.

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[ladylooch]

Green Devil with Nico Hischier

A/N: I’m feeling a lil angsty Nico RN. Like I love fluff, but I wanted a little bit of sass from him. 

This is part of What My World Spins Around AU. Catch the rest on my masterlist here.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: Swearing, jealousy, lil angsty, hinting at smut cause it’s me.

Tonight, I’m living.

Someone bought my coffee in line at the drive thru this morning. Nico is home, and my best friend from high school, Connor, is in town for work. I’ve been dying for Nico and Connor to meet since we started dating, but the timing never seemed to work until Connor texted me last week that he had some time on his next trip. Once I saw Nico was in town, I jumped at the offer.

“I’m really excited for you to meet Connor!” I bubble to Nico as we walk down the sidewalk towards a trendy, Tapas bar.

“Me too.” Nico responds as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I shiver, clutching his side to try and suck some of the warmth from his body. “Remember I need to leave by 9 though. If you want to stay later, that’s cool with me.” He grasps the handle of the door, opening it for me to walk in. He gives my ass a discreet slap as I go in front of him. I toss a suggestive look over my shoulder that he receives while biting his lip.

If I wasn’t so caught up in myself, I would have taken note of the immediate change in Nico when Connor and I rush to embrace each other. Connor wraps me in a tight hug that causes me to miss the irked expression on Nico’s face about how close his hands are to my ass.

“You look incredible.” Connor smiles widely, taking me in from head to toe. I pose for a second as a joke while he keeps his hands on my hips.

“Find a NHL captain and you too can be this happy.” I turn to Nico who has pasted a polite smile on his face that doesn’t quiet meet his eyes.  “Babe, this is Connor. Connor, Nico.”

“Hey man, nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Nico extends a hand. They shake firmly. Connor breaks first. 

“You too, man.” Connor juts his chin out in acknowledgment at Nico, then crosses his arms over his chest. “They’re just getting our table cleaned.”

“Oh, okay.” I nod. “So tell me all about Miami. I am dying to hear about your new condo.”

“Unreal views. You should come down next month. We can have a fun weekend together. Get wasted on expensive tequila like Cabo.”

“Oh my god, no.” I hide my face. 

“She legally cannot step foot in that resort again.” Connor says to Nico, snickering.

“Long story.” I shake my head, red tinging my cheeks. I’ve never told Nico about it because it’s still so cringy and embarrassing. Connor motions like he’s spewing vomiting. I slap his bicep to give him a warning. “Stop. Seriously.” 

Luckily, the host is ready to show us to our table. We spend the rest of the night chatting. Connor and I reminisce about our old high school friends we have lost touch with. We stalk their Facebook pages and Instagrams, laughing at how the more things change the more they stay the same in our hometown. Nico is quiet, but that’s normal with people he doesn’t know well. He seems to be content with fading into the background. At least I thought so.

“I think I’m going to head out.” Nico begins to put his jacket on as Connor and I look over the dessert drink menu. I turn to him, surprised. I check my Apple Watch, seeing it’s barely 8pm.

“Oh okay. Are you okay?” I ask, lowering my voice while I examining him for signs of distress. He seems fine. Maybe he’s just tired?

“Yep. Have a good night, baby.” He barely presses his lips to mine before he pulls away, leaving me with unsatisfied, puckered lips. He tells Connor it was great meeting him as he tosses a few hundred dollar bills on the table for the bill. When his body moves from beneath my fingers, I feel an uneasy chill from his absence. Something doesn’t feel right about this. Connor doesn’t notice and dives back into his persistence of me coming to visit him in Miami next month.

“Um…” I cut him off. “Sorry. I’ll be right back.” I say abruptly, grabbing my coat and purse before rushing to the front of the restaurant. The cold air blasts me, stealing my breath as I look to the left where Nico is about to turn into the parking lot.

“Nico.” I call after him, hustling to catch up with his long strides. “What is up with you?” I ask him breathlessly, reaching for his hand and pulling him to a stop. “And what was that kiss?” I wrinkle my nose in displeasure.

“I’m just tired. It’s been a long week.” His shoulders are rolled inwards as he talks to me, grimacing against the cold wind whipping down at us. I sigh, not liking the way he looks above my head.

“Neeks, you seem upset with me.”

“I’m not.” He shrugs, licking his lips and continuing to avoid eye contact. I cross my arms at his chilly attitude. A realization comes over me at the slight scowl on his face.

“Are you… jealous?” I ask with a small smile.

“No, just… have fun with your friend.” He scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks away from me and down the street. I can see his jaw tense as he grits his teeth.

“Wow….” I trail off with a breezy laugh. I step closer, biting my bottom lip. “You look pretty green for red being your team’s color.” I set my hands on his hips, wrapping my arms around his back. I secure myself to him tightly, resting my chin on his chest so I’m looking up at his face. “Babe, look at me.” I soften my voice so he knows I’m done teasing. He licks his lips exasperatedly, then turns his sour, scrunched face to me. I raise my eyebrows, signaling I’m waiting.

“Fuck yeah I’m jealous.” He finally scoffs out. At least he wraps his hands around me, pushing me tighter to him.

“Why?” I can’t even begin to fathom why he feels that way. He’s the sweetest, handsomest, dreamiest man I have ever laid eyes on.  

“I feel like he knows you better than me. And I hate that.” I snort, leaning forward to press my forehead to his chest. Nico silently watches me when I pull back.

“Every one of those jokes and stories are from before you.” I pause, waiting for him to soften. When he doesn’t, I continue. “He knows nothing about me anymore. You’re my life now. Not high school football games and Applebee’s late night happy hour.”

“But Miami?” He rolls his eyes.

“I won’t go. It’s obviously bothering you, so it’s not worth it. You’re my priority.”

We stare at each other until Nico finally sighs, looking away at the busy street behind me. I get closer, onto my tip toes, then tenderly pressing my lips on his throat. People pass around us, the world continuing on as we hold each other. I work my mouth up to the nook of his shoulder and neck. I open my mouth a little more, sucking his skin into my mouth. His shoulders relax, head meeting mine as his hands grip my back tighter. I pull away just before I mark him, pressing my nose to the wet spot. I run my hand across his shoulder to the back of his neck and cradle his head. A heavy exhale from him ends our hug.

“Okay.”

“Will you come back with me?” 

“No, but you should stay. For real. Spend time with him… then come home to me.” His eyes darken with hunger as he brushes my hair behind my ear, holding my cheek. I watch as he closes his eyes, then leans down to capture our lips together. This is the kiss I needed from him earlier. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue along the plumped skin. I’m intoxicated when we pull apart. I stare at the lapels of his jacket.

“Maybe… I wanna come home now.” He smirks at me as I pull my phone out and text Connor a quick lie. “I’m suddenly soooo sick.” Nico leans his head back to laugh towards the sky.

“Let’s go needy girl.”

#nico hischier #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier fic #hockey writing #my writing #nhl fan fiction #new jersey devils

[mvchmp]

Clark with a Street Racer Reader please 🙏🏼 I adore dork x delinquent trope

Clark Kent x Street Racer reader

| gender of reader isn't mentioned, 2 mentions of Y/n

- ending is kinda rushed bc ididnt know how to end it im sorry if reader wasnt delinquent enough 🙏

USE YOUR SEATBELTS PEOPLE

I had just finished dropping off my friend at her house after a long day of catching up. I had brought her to watch one of my races before ending the day. 

It was now around 8pm and since there were only a few cars on the road, I decided to drive around for a bit. 

Nights like these were happening often thanks to the safety that Superman assured. The alleys looked much safer now, and walking around in sidewalks seemed more peaceful than scary. 

Driving past the Daily Planet building wasn't all that unusual to me than it was when I had just moved to Metropolis. It's on a route I usually use to go to the races I secretly attend so I had pretty much gotten used to seeing it.

Tonight was one of those times I went that route. Though I'm already used to seeing it, I found it a habit to look over and at least glance at the building. 

Yet, this time, instead of the numerous workers checking out of the premises, one man stood there. Clark Kent. The big guy with the cute glasses. 

We had met a few times, occasionally in the elevator where he'd sometimes press the buttons too hard. Or in the hallways when he's bringing groceries inside their apartment. We'd throw some greetings like "Hello" and "Hey" in those small encounters, asking what's up sometimes.

Him and his friend Jimmy who lived with him had mentioned they were interning at the Daily Planet recently - which explained why we had been meeting more often in the morning. Though, normally Jimmy would be beside Clark. Every time they went to work, and every time they got back.

Tonight, he was alone, exiting the building. As a friend, though I don't think friends find each other that attractive, I slowed down my speed and halted in front of the guy.

"Hey, Clark! Where's Jimmy?" I ask as I roll down my window, revealing my face.  "Oh, he got sick so he had to go home early. Probably something he ate." He said, rubbing the back of his neck, smiling a bit. 

"That sounds horrible. I hope he gets better soon, I'm not used to seeing you alone, you know?" I chuckle softly before continuing, "Were you about to head home? I am so maybe I can give you a ride?" I offered, keeping a hand on the steering wheel.

Surely enough, I was a bit nervous because of the thought that I'd have to drive home alone feeling rejected by my handsome, cute but hunky neighbor. But thankfully, he did not.

"Oh, sure! Thanks a lot, Y/n." He said with the same smile on his face which I absolutely adored. "Well, get in." I said, unlocking the doors for him.

I watched as he walked around the car to open the door of the passenger seat beside me and settle there. I tapped the steering wheel gently to the beat of the song that was playing on the radio while waiting for him to finish buckling his seatbelt.

"You should wear a seatbelt too, you know?" I heard his voice start beside me. "Well, there's no cops around this time of night. No one would catch me." I tell him in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yeah, but for safety reasons. That's what seat belts were made for, right?" He said cautiously, as if trying to warn me. Though his obvious concern was adorable like him, I was stubborn enough to think that I was and will be completely fine without a seat belt considering the fact that I've raced a hundred or more times.

"Meh, I'll be fine. You hang on tight, though." I smiled at him, readjusting my posture. He mumbled a yeah, grinning softly and pushing his glasses back onto his nose properly.

I start driving through the streets, humming to the song that plays on the speakers. Looking at the side mirrors every now and then. There was a somewhat awkward air between us and knowing myself, if it got awkward enough I'd start bouncing my leg up and down which would result to obviously a car accident.

Now, I'm not risking it so I tried to bring up some small talk. "So.. How's working at the Daily Planet? I bet you and Jimmy are already cooking up those stories" I blurted.

"Ah, no, not really. Actually, me and another intern there worked on a piece about Superman but sadly, the 'professional' writers got credit for it." He heaved out a sigh and shook his head, looking out the window.

"I'm sorry that happened. You guys worked so hard for it just for other people to get credited for your efforts? That's ridiculous if you're gonna ask me." I said, supporting what he must feel right now. I heard him mumble a small 'yeah' and couldn'ilt make out the other words he said.

Reaching a pretty quiet and calm road, I decided to give into my temptations a little bit and speed up for a bit of thrill. For me, it wasn't all that bad given that I had driven a lot faster than this but, Clark on the other hand, seemed the opposite. 

I laughed slightly at him saying, "Chill down, Clark. I got you, no need to be so scared." noticing he had clutched onto the seat belt and somewhere else on the car which I didn't pay much mind to. 

"Why are you going so fast?! That's dangerous! This is dangerous!" He exclaimed, receiving another laugh from me before I slowed down again, resting him from an almost heart attack. 

I chuckled a bit more before responding, "I find it fun, driving as if I'm in a Fast & Furious movie." 

"Yeah, but it's not so fun when you're not safe." He snapped back at me. I smiled at him "Okay, I'm sorry, Clark. I'll be careful." I told him. Oh, this man was beautiful. He seems like such a dork and I just love that about him. I wonder how he'd react if he found out I race cars practically as a job.

A few minutes of small talk, we finally arrived at our apartment building. I parked my car in the parking lot underground which was designated for us residents. "Here we are." I announced to him. "Yeah, thanks for the ride. I just saved myself more time rather than waiting and looking for a cab. Really, thank you so much." He said

"Anytime, I mean, it's the least I can do to help my neighbor." I smiled sweetly at him before opening the door of my car and getting out.

As he stepped out too and closed my door, I locked it with the keys. I looked at him and to my surprise, he was already looking at me. I noticed a tint of pink shade on his face as our eyes locked.

"Let's go" I said, smiling a bit at him. 

Exiting the elevator and walking through the hallway, we finally arrived at the doors of our apartments. I faced him and bid my goodbyes, "Goodnight, Clark. Send my wishes to Jimmy." I told him and turned around to push my keys into the doorknob.

I heard him call me right before I opened the door. "Yes?" I asked him. "Thank you again for the ride. I didn't mean to bother you and- stuff. If ever you're up to it, and only if you are, would you like to grab some food sometime? Just to pay back for what you did for me today." He again rubbed his nape, avoiding my gaze and the same pink on his face.

I found it cute and why would I turn down a possible date with my hot-and-adorable-at-the-same-time neighbor? "Not that you're obliged to pay me back, and believe me it wasn't a favor you have to pay back for, but I would love to grab some food with you, sometime." I said, feeling my own cheeks heat up.

"Great, that's great. Um, yes, goodnight Y/n. Have a wonderful night!" He said, entering his own apartment. 

#my adventures with superman #clark kent x reader #dc #maws imagines #maws x you #maws #superman x reader #superman imagines #clark kent #superman #clark kent imagines

[liveforjeongin]

Oh my godd, your lee Hyunjin fic was soo cutee🥺🥰. Can I please request a lee Seungmin Ler Skz fic where they all kinda get him back good for being the adorable menace he is? You don't have to write this if you don't want to!! Have a great day and stay hydrated!! Love your work sm🩷💖

Don't Mess With Your Members

Awww, thank you anon, and I hope you have a great day too<3

I actually loved this scenario, thanks for the request<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: gang tickles, Seungmin almost fainting

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Skz were on the practice room as usual, they were rehearsing like they always do, there was nothing out of normal.

Seungmin had been annoying the members the whole day, from internal jokes to poking them constantly. It's nothing rare coming from Seungmin, he's always been like that, so the members are used to it.

But... The original attitude of "just let him be" they always have with him suffered... A little change.

Seungmin was kinda rehearsing, kinda annoying the members like he did the whole day. The rest of the members also fool around always so it's not like they have much right to complain. Hopefully, all the members were in a good mood today, so they were all having fun and being playful and not only Seungmin.

The thing started when Jeongin decided to poke Seungmin back, which make the older jump away a bit and also giggle.

It wasn't a secret that Seungmin was really ticklish just like everyone else in Skz, but the other members never get that much of reaction from him with just a small poke like Jeongin did, so they were pretty surprised by that.

They're going to need more information from Jeongin.

After the rehearsal, Chan approached to Jeongin, willing to get more information about how the youngest got that much of reaction from the main vocal.

"Just aim to his hips, he's extremely ticklish there, you'd get surprised" was the answer of the maknae.

"And you know that... How?"

"We always have tickle fights, and I don't lose everytime like you would think, I've won lots of times thanks to this discovering I made"

Sounded fair.

"I see... You busy tonight? I might have an idea to make that guy get that messing around with his members also has consequences..." Chan went with the rest of 3racha and with Hyunjin, to go to their dorm, and Jeongin went with the rest of the members, to go to theirs.

On the way home, Chan made sure to tell the members of his dorm his little plan. Hyunjin then texted it to the Danceracha group chat, and that way, every Skz member was aware of the plan.

Excepting Seungmin, of course.

About 8pm, all the members already had dinner and didn't have much to do.

Or that's what Seungmin thought.

A knock on the dorm of maknaes+Lino dorm was heard, and the oldest in the place went and opened it.

As you can guess, it was the rest of Skz.

Seungmin was really surprised by this, it wasn't much common to have grupal gatherings all 8 members in a dorm, they usually meet outside.

But it's not like he cared, he was happy to see his members again, so didn't pay much attention to it.

Soon, the 8 members of Skz were all sat in the living room, some on the couchs and some on the floor.

Seungmin was completely unaware of the plan of his fellow members, so he was all comfy with his head resting on Hyunjin's lap, waiting for Changbin and Jisung to finally choose a movie.

Eventually, the second youngest started to feel sleepy due to the comfort of having his head in Hyunnie's lap and the boredom caused by the members fighting over choosing a movie, so he just fell asleep.

He woke up about 10 minutes later, and he woke up in an... Unusual position. He was barefoot, and his arms were lifted up over his head, Hyunjin was sat on his hands, Jeongin was sat on his thighs, Chan and Minho were each one on each side of him, while Jisung and Changbin were each one at each side of him as well, but at his legs, and finally, Felix was at his feet.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Seungmin asked, extremely confused.

"You see, Seungminnie, you really annoyed us today, so we decided you deserve... A small punishment" Chan answered, with a sly grin on his face.

Seungmin realized.

'Oh no... This cann't be happening' was all Seungmin could think at this point.

"G-Guys... We can... Talk about this... P-Please DOHOHON'T" Seungminnie started to laugh hysterically and squirm wild when Jeongin began to squeeze his hips without any warning.

"Oh wow, you weren't exaggerating when you said he was extremely ticklish there" Chan talked to Jeongin, casually, as if Seungmin weren't there.

"Not even I, with the thousands times I've tickled him, had ever seen him laugh so hard before" Minho commented, starting to scribble and squeeze one of the oldest vocalracha member's sides. The other members also started to tickle each one the spot they were at. Needless to say the second youngest was going literally insane.

"HAHAHAHHAHAHA GUYS- NOHOHOHOHOHOHO. I'M SOHOHOHOHORRY OKAHAHAHAHAY?! IHIHIHHIHI'LL TRY TO NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT DO IT AGAHHAHAHAHAIN! PLEASE PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOP!"

"You'll try you say? Hmmm... Sorry Seungminnie, I don't think that's enough" Han teased, scribbling behind Minnie's knees.

"AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA WHYHYHYHY YOU DOHOHOHOHO THIS TO MEHEHEHEHHEHEHE? I KNOHOHOW I WAS ANNOYING, BUHUHUHUT YOU NEVER TOHOHOHOLD ME TO STOHOHHOP BEIHHIHIHING LIKE THAHAHAHAT!"

"It should've been evident Seungminnie! You knew you were being annoying, you should've stopped then~" Lix was tickling all over his member's feet and toes, he knew how to tickle the younger right in there.

"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M SOHOHOHOHORRY OKAY? I ALREADY APOLOGIHIHIHIHIZED! CAN YOU STOHOHOHOHOP?"

"I don't think we can, this is too much fun!" Hyunjin left the younger's armpits temporally to tickle his ribs and neck, making sure to be gentle, knowing that is way worse for the puppy.

"WHAHAHAHHHAT ELSE YOU WANT ME TOHOHOHOHOHO DO???! I'LL DOHOHOHO IT BUT PLEASE STAAHAHHAHHAHAAP!"

"We just wanna keep tickling you, Seungmo! You look too cute like this~" Changbin joined in in the teasing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA GUHUHUHUHUYS I'M SEHEHEHEHERIOUS! I CAHAHAHHAHAN'T TAKE IT MUCH MOHOHOHOHORE HAHAHAHAAA-" Seungmin's laugh went silent, but that didn't stop the members to continue with their tickling.

"Awwwww, you can't take it? What a shame~"

The members kept on tickling the puppy for a couple seconds more, maybe a minute.

Seungmin felt all weak, he couldn't even squirm anymore and was overwhelmed by all the tickles. The world was starting to go silent and Seungmin could've swore he was about to faint.

Fortunately, Chan noticed soon enough, so the 7 guys immediately stopped with the tickling. They accommodated the second youngest again, they put his head back to rest on Hyunjin's lap, and they all surrounded him to give him some aftercare.

"We're so sorry, Seungminnie. I think we went a bit too far" Lixie apologized while hugging his member and stroking his hair a bit.

Seungmin shook his head "I know I deserved that, it's alright"

"We can still use the movie excuse and really watch a movie now" Chan suggested and all the members agred.

"Just don't take too long choosing it or I'll fall asleep again" The puppy joked.

Skz finally was able to choose a movie, but in the first minute of it, Seungminnie was already sleeping.

Come on, you can't blame him. Our guy got tortured, he deserves a good rest.

The rest of Skz just limited to watch the movie and every once a while, they glanced at Seungmin sleeping.

He looked so cute... Maybe they should do this again...

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Okay you better get ready cuz there's like 5 more lee!Seungmin requests and I'mma try post them all this week so😻

Not complaining tho, love lee!Seungmin :3

Anyway I hope you guys liked the fic and YES THE THIRD DAY IN A ROW POSTING A FIC DAILY😻

I hope I can continue like this, if I do I might get to finish all the requests this week (some (most) of them have been in my inbox for two months now I am so sorry)

Anyway-

#skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #tickle #tickle content #ahhie's blog

[blue-jisungs]

old people activities

a/n. back to normal posting!! the ask game was fun but a bit tiring ㅠㅠ so here’s a small thing i’ve had on my mind for a while :D i finally wrote something for my joonie🫶

it all started with a newspaper.

after a sleepover you had with the maknae line, you walked to the kitchen just to see that namjoon was sneaking around and trying to eat something.

you decided to make a breakfast for you and the boys and eat before they wake up since you were hungry.

in the middle of your meal, namjoon handed you a newspaper he was reading and pointed at the headline about them with a gummy smile.

“who still reads newspapers?” you suddenly heard tae’s grumpy voice.

“good morning to you too, taehyung” a scoff left your mouth and then you pressed a quick kiss onto the corner of joon’s lips that said i’m proud of you.

“ew”

“hey man, just shut up and eat” joon laughed and put the plate full of food in front of still sleepy taehyung.

then it was a book.

“are you seriously reading right now? both of you?” the voice on the other side of the phone was a bit muffled and there were a lot of shuffling sounds as well. probably because hobi was running up the stairs.

“well not anymore” you groaned, closing your book. namjoon didn’t though. his arm that was wrapped around you still continued to draw circles on your skin.

“i’ll be there in two minutes. and if i see both of you with noses in your books i swear i’ll consider signing you to a book club” he laughed.

“bold of you to assume that we don’t already have one” you scoffed, sending joon a wide grin. he looked up at you and winked.

“wait, have? you have your own book club?” hobi asked, clearly confused “don’t tell me it’s only you two in there”

“yup!” you hummed and bookmarked joon’s book in case hoseok was about to burst into the room and yeet the book somewhere.

you didn’t know if that counted but then it was your sleep schedule.

“come on! if you’re bored just say so!” jin whined and tugged your t-shirt. you laughed, shaking your head.

“no it’s not that. you know i love spending time with you. and i literally can’t be bored with you” you sent him a soft smile and looked at the rest of the boys “but…”

namjoon tried his best to hide his yawn but it was so obliviously loud that he couldn’t even do it.

“you’re turning into old people, seriously. it’s barely 8pm” yoongi crossed his arms and namjoon just shrugged.

“let’s face it, we’re getting old. and we’re really tired. lately we started going to bed earlier and it’s surprisingly good? we’ve got more energy in the morning and the day feels longer…” your boyfriend tried to explain it but jin waved his hand.

“aich, you’re just like my grandparents. just go to sleep” he scoffed, still taken aback by your words.

the incident that made you think about it more was the dinner.

"y/n you didn’t miss click?” jungkook asked, tilting his head.

“no” you frowned, placing the bowl of rice down “i meant 1pm”

“dinner at 1pm? ah you’re really turning old…” jimin giggled and you just exchanged surprised looks with namjoon.

maybe they’re right…?

“hey, what starts with d, has fourteen letters and f in it?” you asked, tapping your chin with your pen. namjoon took the crossword out of your hands with his free hand - since the other one was caressing your hair.

“difference?” you heard hobi’s voice.

“too short” you and namjoon replied at the same time. jin walked into the room and let out a dramatic sigh.

“really? crosswords now? i swear we’ll send you to nursing home!” he whined and you shook your head as the others laughed.

“defenestration!” you grinned and took the pencil to fill the gaps.

“what? now you know archaic words no one uses anymore? ah guys…” jin sighed.

“i’ll perform it on you if you don’t shut up” you grinned and namjoon just scoffed, taking the crossword from you.

even if you started behaving like old people, you didn’t mind. because if that’s how growing old with namjoon will look like, you won’t complain.

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taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinhobi

#bts namjoon #namjoon fluff #namjoon #bts fluff #bts soft hours #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts x you #bts fic #bts x reader #bts x y/n #kim namjoon

[daydream-cement]

Hi there 👋Can I request a angsty Larissa x reader where Larissa and reader are together but Larissa has been distant because she’s very work focused so reader just stops trying with the dates because they feel lonely. Then Larissa decides to take a few days off, and she thinks everything is fine until she sees reader up in the morning (reader hasn’t even noticed that Larissa was still home because they’re used to her already being gone by the time they wake up) and reader looks sad while they make breakfast for themselves and Larissa showers them with love. Thank you ❤️

Time For You

Larissa Weems x Reader

Authors Note: Teeny tiny cute lil oneshot.

Larissa had been missing you so much the past few months. A new fall semester had begun and you were unaccustomed to the amount she typically worked. You began dating at the beginning of summer. Larissa had many days off and you could spend as much time together as you wanted.

Now that she was working, date nights were the first to go. You felt like you never saw her anymore. No more snuggling in the morning, no more lunch dates, and no more dinner dates before 8pm. Truthfully, it made you all too sad. Were you just growing apart?

Little did you know that Larissa was as equally upset about the lack of time you had with one another. She took off Thursday and Friday this week, giving you both extended time to spend together.

Of course, being the early riser she was, she left bed around 6 and began watching tv in the living room quietly, not looking to disturb you. When you awoke, you began your normal routine. You brushed your teeth and got dressed before finally making your way out to the kitchen to make breakfast for yourself.

You heard the tv on and assumed Larissa much have been watching it before she left and had forgotten to turn it off. You gently rubbed your eyes and couldn’t help but feel a little sad that Larissa wasn’t hope with you. You were planning on making an omelette and those were one of her favorites.

Larissa heard you puttering around in the kitchen and she knew she smelled peppers and onions sautéing. You must have been making an omelette, she thought to herself. She padded her way into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around you from behind.

You jumped, almost dropping the pan and the spatula.

“Oh, y/n, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Larissa tightened her grip and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“It’s okay. Aren’t you going to be late for work?” You weren’t sure what she was doing here. Most of her meetings were starting by now.

“Nope. You are stuck with me for the next four days. I plan on not leaving your side. I am having y/n withdrawals.” Her lips came down to the side of your head and down to your neck as you jostled the omelette in the pan.

“Are you now?” You laugh at her little joke, feeling yourself melt back into her arms.

“Of course! I always have to make time for you.”

———

She had been having you-withdrawals. It was evident in that she literally didn’t leave your side, except to head into Jericho to get you a coffee before you woke up in the mornings.

You spent your afternoons in pure laziness together. You both watched movie reruns and your favorite shows together, hardly even leaving the couch. You did a puzzle on the coffee-table, most of which you sat between Larissa’s legs on the floor. She would point out pieces or kiss the top of the head as you snapped them into place.

During scarier movies, you laud on top of Larissa, your head buried into her chest as she continued to watch. Over and over again, she reminded you of how much she adored you and missed you over the past couple months. She even thanked you for putting up with her mess of a schedule.

You absolutely loved Larissa Weems, messy schedule and all.

#larissa weems #fanfic #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #larissa weems x reader #oneshot

[fitgothgirl]

Hiii look at me making a post! Haven't been super talkative here lately and hardly ever share my workout pics. Here's the one I just finished - I've never seen the t-rex before?? Fuck yeah. 🦖

Things are going pretty well. Since October I've still been successfully slowly cutting back on weed. I'm at the point now where I'm smoking a bowl per evening, if that. I have it locked up in my kSafe until 8pm each day. Soon I'll be updating the rule to 10pm, and after that I'll start smoking every other day, and so on. Me from six months ago smoking all day everyday would not believe I'm at this point! I'm proud. 😁 January 15th is the day I start my official break, two weeks before we leave for Costa Rica, so I'll be sure I won't be withdrawing by then. And when we come back I'm going to keep the break going to hit 8 weeks. Not quitting weed forever but I don't want to come back to the all day everyday shit... Not even daily either. Sounds crazy to me, probably sounds normal to most others though I'm sure lol.

Weight loss has slowed a bit but that's expected now that I'm smaller and I'm like a friggen solitary pound above having a normal BMI lol. Also ever since daylight savings ended, things have been harder to do and I've been feeling more blah. Story of everyone's life I'm sure... So considering all that, I'm still doing really well! No guilt or bad feelings about slowing weight loss or slightly less frequent workouts; no need to rush. At this point I've lost 29lbs/13.2kg total, 19lbs/8.6kg of which have been since late July.

I've also noticed visible muscle! The way my shoulder meets my trap when I flex is more defined, I have more biceps, I can often see my quads, my calf muscle has become an obstacle while shaving lol, etc. Loving it. 💪🏼

An NSV includes wearing more of my women's t-shirts; 95% of my t-shirts are men's shirts (band shirts and Blackcraft lol) since they're more comfy and I often don't like how women's t-shirts fit (depending on how they're cut; women's clothes have zero consistency). But I do have some women's t-shirts and I'm wearing them more again since they fit much better and I'm more confident (my skyrocketing confidence is another NSV!). And another NSV is needing a new belt, and soon here I'm going to need new pants! 😅

Therapy has been helping with all this too of course; I love my therapist. 🖤 She keeps things in perspective and makes sure to hype me up about how awesome I'm doing and tell me to be proud of myself. And since I'm doing so well, she makes sure that I give myself grace when I'm feeling more in a lull. Since things have been harder since DST, I've gotten a bit down or at least worried that I don't want to go back to how I was (health-wise, weed-wise, etc.), but we had a good pep talk yesterday. I'm not even regressing, just slowed down a bit. But who doesn't slow down this time of year...

Anyway, not sure what else to update since it's been a while lol. Had friendsgiving on Thanksgiving weekend, went to Vegas for my bf's work Christmas party a couple weekends ago... Last concert was Psyclon Nine in mid-November (pretty sure that's where I got a cold that emerged a few days later... Either that or an Addams Family musical we went to the next night. But all better now!). And I can't believe I'm saying this but I don't think we have another concert planned until ✝️✝️✝️ (Crosses) in friggen March. So uncharacteristic for us lol. I'm sure we can find something if we want, or I've also been wanting to hit up a Death Guild since it's been a minute for that too. Nothing else too crazy going on, our calendar's been a bit quieter than it has been in years past. But it's kinda nice haha. 😅

#mine #me #personal fitblr #exercise #weightlifting #lifting #workout #fitblr #fitfam #gymspo #gymrat #gymlife #gymmotivation #healthy weight loss #weight loss #weightloss #losing weight #weight loss journey #progress #strong not skinny #women who lift #girls who lift #hevy

[will-solace-aaaaa]

@superherokisser sorry if it's not good, it's in it's early stages😅 I haven't even properly re-read it yet to make sure it makes sense bc I'm tired and it's pretty much 12am rn, the chapter is called "cursed birthdays" but I also might change that:) also srry if it's too short I'm just rlly sleep deprived and I'm abt to pass out🥲❤️ gotta copy n paste it into tumblr now. It's 1396 words.

@nico-di-angelo-aaaaa

@camstargone

Here:

A Cursed Birthday

I woke up this morning thinking all was well, and it was just another ordinary day, for me, anyway. But no. I don't even get one birthday of peace. It's always something every year. I mean, last year,  a bunch of rats ate the cake. The year before that, my hamster, Charles,  the magnificent, committed suicide.  And this year, I get sucked into a magical portal. Yay.

It was normal. Nothing happened the entire day, and I was sceptic, to be honest. But no. The one thing that couldn't have happened (due to its... well. Impossibleness) just had to happen. Thanks a lot, God. I swear I'm cursed or something.

It was around 8 pm by the time I finally let my guard down about my evil-birthday curse. I was walking my amazing dog, Ruby. She is this adorable black and white pitbull that puts any and all other dogs to shame. So naturally, I was showing her off... at 8pm, in winter. In my defence, I'm definitely not the smartest person I know. I mean, what lunatic would be out at 8 pm in winter, in the UK? Besides me, of course.

I was walking through the nearby park, like I usually do. But this time, something had caught my eye. The park was empty except for me and Ruby, but there was an object emitting some sort of blinding light. The kind that if you were to look at it for more than a few seconds, then when you would finally look away, you would have little dots dancing around your vision. When I picked it up, which I kind of see was a bad idea, it was like holding fire. I dropped the glowing thing, and Ruby started to bark at it, the burning feeling still prickling my hand. Then, right where the object had dropped, some sort of vortex had started to open, sucking me in. The last thing I remembered after that was falling.

Thankfully, the forest that I fell into had some pretty tall trees that cushioned my fall (not really). I angelicaly landed (crashed) onto the ground.'Ow! Damn it, who put trees here?' I yelled because it really really hurt. My body made this cracking sound, and my leg had bent in a super unnatural way. There was bone and a lot of blood. A lot. I blacked out (I don't know why, though)

When I woke up, I was on a bed in a sort of cabin-like room. There were 2 green sofas against the walls facing each other, with a little coffee table in the middle and a kitchen, in which I was in the middle of on a table, not a bed, which was probably why my back hurt like hell. There were two people in the kitchen, one baking some sort of bread and the other washing some dishes.

'Ow.' I winced as I tried sitting up. Pain shooted to my leg. 'Oh! You're awake.' Both people had turned around and were now looking at me. 'Your leg was pretty badly hurt. How did you manage to do that?' The girl said, looking at me with disapproval. She had long, blonde hair that looked so straight she wouldn't have to brush it for days, and it would still have zero knots in. Her green eyes seemed to dance like a flame. She wore a lovely white dress dotted with purple flowers and all sorts of jewellery. 'What?' I questioned, still not entirely sure of what was happening.

'I found you out in the forest. You were unconscious and badly hurt, so I took you and brought you here. We had to do something about your leg, though. Sorry.' She said, which confused me until I looked down.

'AHH!' I screamed. 'Calm down, it's not that big of a deal.' The man, a strong, muscular dude with dark skin adorned with freckles that looked to be in about his forties. 'Not that big of a deal!? My leg is gone!' I yelled. 'Where did it go? I had my leg this morning.' 'Now you dont.' He replied with a proud looking smile.

'Now I- where is my leg!' I demanded. I mean, who just takes people's legs off without asking? 'I told you we should have asked, dad.' The girl said to the man. 'Exactly! Thank you!' I said. 'You guys can't just take my leg!' I yelled, directing the words at the man. 'I'm Jericho, I prefer Eric though, since you didn't even ask before you chopped my leg off!' I said (cool name, I know). 'I'm Ariel, this is my dad, Sebastian.' She said. 'Well, Ariel, lovely to meet you.' I said, shaking her hand.

'I can make you a new leg, Jericho. No need to be a baby, now, is there?' He said with a grin on his face. Rude. Before I could say an awesome comeback, he started measuring my right leg (which was still there). After a while, he walked away to go make my new leg, letting me talk with Ariel. You could tell she was one of those really pretty girls who didn't try to be pretty.

'Soo... where is this because the last thing I remember is falling out of the sky.' I said, looking at her expectingly. 'This is Emaia. Also, what did you mean "falling out of the sky?"' She questioned, looking confused and tilting her head to the side. 'Well, I was just walking my dog, Ruby, and I kinda just fell, and there was this glow-y thing and- My dog! Ruby!' I yelled, standing up from my position on the sofa, forgetting about my leg and immediately falling to the floor. 'Ow.'

I'd forgotten all about Ruby! Did she fall through with me? Is she safe? A million things were going through my head, and I didn't even notice I was hyperventilating until Ariel's dad, Sebastian, had started to shake me lightly. I had managed to tuck myself into a weird looking ball against the couch because my left leg was, well, not there. After a long, long time of uneven breathing and being told everything would be okay, I finally was able to slow my breathing. 'Sorry.' I said. I mean, I just wasted these nice (ish) people's time. 'It's alright, love,' He said in the same soothing voice he had been using for the past 10ish minutes.'Ariel had been trying to calm you down for a while by the time I came back in here because I found you a leg that would match.

He went and got me the leg, and after him showing me take it on and off, he let me look in a mirror. Well... I looked like I had just fallen out of the sky. My dark hair was more matted than usual with a few leaves sticking out, a few cuts that would easily heal on my head from falling through branches, my new leg which was made out of a amazing-looking black metal and my clothes were covered in blood. While I was checking myself out, Ariel had explained what had happened before Seb had gotten there.

'Yeah, we are probably gonna have to find you some new clothes.' He said, patting me on the shoulder. "For now, you'll just have to borrow some of mine.' He said, Ariel going upstairs and grabbing me a pair of clothes that were 1000% too big. Man, he is bulky. The outfit looked like it came directly out of the 1900s, but still, I looked at amazing as always.

The prosthetic was really weird getting used to, but after three days, I was good enough not to trip every five seconds. I didn't want to wait any longer because I didn't want Ruby to be out there any longer. In my time staying, it wasn't that hard to figure out that I was nowhere near home. These guys didn't even know what Sonic the Hedgehog was!

Me and Ariel left to go look in the forest around where she found me, and Seb had to stay because he runs a bakery! (Who would've thought.) We left at 7, after having the best food I have ever eaten, except for the cake at my aunt Jessie's funeral. That was some good cake.

#*cuts off your leg* #why did you cut off my leg?!?!?!! #ill get you a new one #love my little sillies<3 #theyre all on drugs 100% #my silly little fucks #book #first book #1st chapter #im so so so sorry if its horrible #im rlly dyslexic and had to use my gramarly #like stfu gramarly #no that is not a typo #go fuck yourself gramarly #taking the fucking piss #gramarly #meow #jericho williams

[yoonzinuhh]

IF you leave me — soonyoung

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : y/n x soonyoung

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : angst

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : nothing lol

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i tried my best to relate certain scenes from the lyrics of IF you leave me. hopefully it turned out decent. reblogs would be really appreciated hehe <3.

the time,my world,they may move on again

you feel your world stuck. the moment you meet his eyes again,after 4months,when you finally thought you were over this,you world was stuck again. at 8pm in your local convenience store.

the last time it was stuck was that night when you both screamed your lungs out,hugging each other tight,tears flowing on each other when you both decided to part ways. you wanted this to end on good terms but words were thrown at each other like sharp edged knives without knowing it could leave deeper scars on both of you.

you both knew the love was falling apart. efforts were lessened,you barely saw each other inspite of living together,priorities were changed. you love was definitely falling apart because if it was still the same atleast one of you would’ve tried to change yourself for the other,right ?

the first time you met soonyoung was at a career guidance program during your first year of college. the bright guy,who couldn’t keep his eyes off you or his feet on ground for a moment. the guy who you knew you will fall for.

“soonyoung! and you ?”

“y/n..y/f/n” you gave your hand returning a smile

from strangers to friends to lovers to strangers again. trope sounded good but your heart was ripping apart.

i’ll stay by your side throughout the endless times

he said while staring at you with full of love. during the night you both moved in together,standing in the balcony watching the streets with lights. you swear your world stuck. stuck in his eyes.

he slowly leaned down. his soft lips moving onto yours while his hands were holding yours. you both were so in love,life was good,when you were his. when he was yours.

in the distant future…no,i just don’t want to think about it

the first time you both had a serious fight. well it was childish,you thought. you both started your internship. you tried your best to give your time to work as well as him,so did he. but god it was hard when you see your efforts being little too much than the other’s. but it ended up with cuddles,apologies,forehead kisses and a date plan. ofcourse you can’t leave him. you can’t even think about leaving him. things were back to normal. you both started making time for each other. fridays movie nights were always there. but how long could it last,when you know it was forced?

my heart,which was broken

you could physically feel your heart break. “you’re..you’re just making this harder for me y/n..just leave me alone”

10-8 work was just so hard for both of you. you planned a surprise date for your fiancé,soonyoung. you knew he was stressed and you just wanted him to feel better but in return he broke your heart,into pieces.

“fine..” that’s all you could gather up to say. you wanted to tell him to fuck off but how could you ?

[back to present]

you both just stare. stare until he comes forward. your heart beats fast,fast and faster. just the way it did when he said his first i love you.

he looked the same as you. puffy tired eyes that was probably from crying every night. he looks skinnier too. same as you,again.

“y/n..how are you doing” pathetic.terrible.sick.

if you were to describe how you really felt. there’s it.

you just nod,looking at the ground feeling tears prick out. you can’t just cry infront of him. you can’t let him know he still affects you. that would affect your ego. but he holds so much power over you,your first and only love after all.

“i-i have to leave..it’s late” you rush past him.

“y/n..Y/N ! p-please..wait..” he caught your cold trembling hand making you pause for him. again.

“i’m sorry..”

thats all you said before forcefully detach your hands from him.

you wanted him but this won’t be the same. you were mad. you were mad that he wasted 6 years of your love life,mad that he didn’t think of your heart,mad that he made you feel this way,mad that he did’t even fight for this,for you,mad that he isn’t the same. so weren’t you.

#seventeen #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt fanfic #svt fluff #svt angst #hoshi #hoshi svt #hoshi angst #hoshi x y/n #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x you #soonyoung imagines #svt soonyoung #soonyoung angst #kwon soonyoung

[hobaworld7]

Hello again! You've mentioned to feel free to send requests, so here i am)

I kinda feel like mine would be a little lame. But i am a fan of a good old angsty-argument-with-good-ending trope. Maybe if you have inspiration for that, you could've come up with something

❤️

BTS Reactions Hyung Line - An argument with your boyfriend

Pairing : seokjin x reader / yoongi x reader / namjoon x reader / hoseok x reader

Genre : angsty argument with a good ending

Warning : Yoongi's kinda an asshole, some fluff, mention of d3@th of a parent, cursing, morphine used, work accident.

Summary : You have an argument with your boyfriend, but you can stay mad at him, either can't he stay mad at you.

Disclaimer : BTS doesn't belong to me okayyy.

A/N : I had so much fun writing this, please do not hesitate to send request!! The maknae will come too soon!

ENJOY ARMY. @rainypainting

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SEOKJIN

Your boyfriend was on tour with his member. You were living alone in his apartment for three weeks now. You loved being alone, sleeping in his bed and everything. But you still missed him a lot. You were video-chatting every night, falling asleep on the phone.

Until the day you hurt yourself at work and had to go to the emergency room. You were climbing a ladder and loose balance, broking your phone in the accident. You hurt your ankle pretty bad since it took all the shook of your fall. Since it was late in the day when it happen, they had to keep you in observation for the night before doing a cast in the morning. It was the day Jin was supposed to come home but you were on high pain medication so you fell asleep at 8pm, not worrying about anything, completely high on morphine.

You woke up when you heard your name being scream.

-Where is Y/N?? Tell me where she is!!

You mumble something.

-Babe, i'm here.

Still half asleep.

-Mister please calm down, who are you?

-I'm SeokJin, her boyfriend! Her work called me to tell me she has an accident, where is she?

-She is in the room 403, but please stay calm, she is on morphine and probably asleep by now.

The door opens and the light hurt your eyes. You groaned and pull the comforter over your face.

-Hmmmm, close the door please.

He closes the door and hurry to be by your side.

-Babe are you okay? What happened?

-I just fell down a ladder and broke my phone. Just hurt my ankle a bit. Nothing much.

-You should've call me! I would've come to be with you. I was worried when you didn't call me and then your work call since i'm your emergency contact. Babe I was so worried.

He gently hugged you.

-Show me your ankle, is it bad?

-No, not bad at-

He removed the comforter from your legs. Your ankle was swollen and dark red with some blue because of the bone you broke in your foot.

-BABE! IT LOOKS SO BAD! You broke your feet and say that you hurt yourself a bit?! Are you in pain? Babe its blue!

-The doctor says it is normal, they'll put it in a caste tomorrow morning.

-Y/N please be careful in the future. I was worried to death.

He push you on the side of the bed so he can cuddle with you. Careful to not hurt your broken feet, he put one of his arms around your shoulder and hold your waist with the other one.

-I'm not leaving you.

-But your tour-

-It's done anyways, i'll take a week or two off to be with you.

YOONGI

Your boyfriend just started his career in the music industry. You were barely seeing him. He was working two part time job and training every time he had a free minute. You love him so much, you truly does but damn it was hard on your relationship. You were always staying silent, encouraging as much as you can. Making some meals for him and his members but today, today he made a big mistake and you couldn't forgive him just yet.

It was the one year memorial for your mother. She die last year from cancer when you started dating Yoongi. He never met her but he knows how important she was for you and that dinner was too.

You were waiting outside of your childhood home, freezing during this early November night. You called Yoongi three times already. He was supposed to be here an hour ago. You decided to close your cellphone and just talk to him when you get home.

The night went great. It was very emotional but it was good to see all your family and friends together, celebrating the amazing women that was your mom. Your dad drop you off at your apartment and thanked you. You hugged him and went into your building apartment. Once you were in front of your apartment door you could hear some cheers and loud noises. Yoongi was on the couch with Hoseok and Jimin. He turn his face towards you when he heard the door and when he saw that dress he realized he fucked up. He closes his phone and completely forgot about the memorial.

-Jimin, Hoseok. Out. Now. Yoongi will call you later. Thank you.

You sounded angry and it kinda scared his friend so in less than a minute they were out of the door. You took off your high heels and without caring about the noise it would made, throw them by the door.

-Why Yoongi? Just why? I only ask you one thing! To be by my side on the one night I need you! I always support you, and tolerate all your nights away. Why?

-I'm sorry Y/N. We had a big day and I wanted to relax-

He fucked up once again.

-Yoongi! I needed you tonight. I really needed you by my side.

The tears were running down your cheeks.

-Please, could you pay attention to me for once? Could you, please, love me for once? And support me? I fucking hate you Yoongi!

He was angry. Why were you thinking that he didn't care about you? He was working and training so hard because he wanted to give you the best futur possible. He was doing it for you and him.

-If you hate me that much, why the fuck are you still hear Y/N!? Leave if you hate me. I guess we weren't meant to be!

You drop your bag and go to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You spent the night crying in your bed, hugging his pillow. You know that your reaction was because your feelings were hurt. You were so scared to get out of the bedroom and see that Yoongi left.

It was around 7am when you got out of bed. Your face was all puffy and you were wearing his shirt, his hoodie and his short. Yesterday you were really angry, but sleeping without him by your side was hard so you wear his clothes to help you. The apartment was still dark because the curtains were all close. You walk to the couch to see Yoongi deeply sleeping, hugging a pillow, like it was you he was hugging. You took the pillow and gently throw it on the floor. Yoongi mumble something, but stayed asleep. You decided to lay on him, your eyes still teary. He suddenly wake up when he felt your presence on him. His arms went around your shaking body and he hugged you like you were a fragile piece of paper in a thunderstorm. He wasn't about to let you go away from him.

-I'm sorry Y/N. Tell me what I can do. Forgive me my love please.

He kissed your forehead and stroke your back. You start crying again, mumbling some incomprehensible sentences.

-Yoongi, I love you. I'm sorry.

He kissed again and again your face and hug you tightly.

-Don't be, please, it's my fault. I love you so freacking much Y/N.

NAMJOON

You started dating Namjoon a few weeks ago. You knew him since high school but since he became a superstar early in his life, you lost contact. You met again two months ago during an high school reunion and realize you both used to have feeling for each other. As times passed, you realize you were still in love with him. His caring personality, his goofy laugh and just every part he is. He was working hard as a leader of a group and a solo artist and you were busy with your study. Exam week was coming for your med school and you were spending as much time as you could studying.

It was a sunny Sunday morning, you drank your coffee and started studying. Your cellphone was on do not disturb and you forget to tell your boyfriend. But he knows you were studying and you were so concentrate in your books to bother. The day passed and then the night too. You barely eaten or left your desk until you heard someone knocking hard at your door.

-Yeah! Wait! I'm coming!!

You put on a hoodie and went open the door, just to see an angry Namjoon.

-Babe, you oka-

-Why didn't you answer my text? I was so worried Y/N! I texted you all day! I was trying to contact you between my dance and singing lessons. I couldn't focus properly because I was scared something happen to you.

You look at the time and the thousand texto you receive in the last 12 hours. Okay, he had every rights to be worried. You really fucked up. You put your hands on his cheeks and kiss his lips.

-I'm sorry babe.. I was studying and didn't saw the time passing. I should've text you.

-Please, communicate with me next time. I need to know what you are doing when you don't answer in a long time because I get worried something happened to you. And I can't focus when I am worried for you my love.

-I'm sorry Namjoonie, won't happen again.

He hug you and stroke your hair for a bit.

-I guess you didn't eat a lot today? So what about a break and we can watch a movie and order some food?

-Sounds amazing Namjoonie.

HOSEOK

You always danced. Since you were almost three years old you were taking dance class. Now you were a reputed dancer in the Asian industry. You have your own dance studio and the wait list is more then a year long. But last month, you hurt your leg pretty badly. You tore one of your ligament in your right leg. You did a lot of physio and took some pain meds. It was getting better but you missed dance so much. It was getting pretty bad on your mental health.

Your boyfriend knew it and he was trying to distract you and take care of you as much as he could. In the past month, you didn't leave your apartment. You were miserable. You missed dance so much.

One night, when Hoseok was away, you decided to go to your studio to start practicing dance again.

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You were laying on the floor. Your knee was hurting a lot even after just one dance. But you wanted to get better rapidly so you got up again, ignoring the pain and start dancing again. You moan in pain when the door open to let a Hoseok worried enter.

-Babe, what are you doing, you shouldn't be dancing for another month.

-I wanna get back soon. I have to practice so my knee heal!

Your movement were jerky. Your body was shaking because of the pain in your leg. You fall on the floor after a failed attempt of a dance move. Hoseok runs toward you and held your body near him. You were exhausted and in pain.

-Y/N. You can't do that again. You can't dance. I know dance is all you love but please, you need to take care of your body. You need to rest.

-I can't- I can't stop dancing Hoseokkie. Dance is all I know, all I love. I need it to escape my thoughts, to gain money. I need dance to live.

-I understand babe, but you are sabotaging yourself right now and I can't accept that. I can't tolerate you, hurting yourself.

You stand up, with difficulty.

-No you don't understand Hoseok! I can't rest for another month. I can't feel your worried look every time i get up of bed or every time i start exercise to get better. Leave, leave if you can't support me!

-Y/N, I'll never leave you okay, but right now you can't continue like this!

He approached you and put his arms around your waist. You leg was hurting so much. You buried your face in his neck. He put his arm on your back and get down to put his arms around the back of your knee. He lift you up like a princess and get you out of the studio.

-I love you Y/N, and I'll always be there for you. But right now, you need to rest a bit okay? I'm not leaving your side for an entire month if I need to make sure you stay in bed and heal your leg.

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Masterlist is here if you want to read more of my imagines!

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27 and 61 for E/rasermic with Mic being the sick one?

Thank you again for the requests!! (I've said this on previous ones, I'll say it again, as I'm thankful for them all!!) Writing M/ic as the sick one was new for me, so I hope I did a satisfactory job! I adore E/rasermic, so it was quite fun to explore their dynamic some more! Hope you enjoy!! <3 1.9k words, prompts 27 and 61, story under the cut! 27. “How long have you felt like this?” 61. “I can tell you’re sicker than you’re saying.”

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By the time Aizawa gets home, it’s well into the evening. Class had ended on time, but several students had questions about assignments. Because of that, grading papers was pushed till later, leaving him exhausted, and running several hours behind. As soon as he sprawls on the couch, Mic walks into the room, giving a gentle, albeit slightly strained, smile.

“Welcome home!”

“Thank you. I’m just gonna rest my eyes for a minute.”

This week the long days had quickly turned into long nights, with Aizawa spending all of his daylight at the school, and pulling all-nighters to catch up on hero work. Mic’s been supportive, but they both feel the strain of not seeing each other as much.

“Dinner?”

Aizawa manages to pry open his eyes to look at his husband as he approaches the couch. Mic’s signature smile is on, but his sunglasses are off, and his hair isn’t gelled up, just messy. ‘Probably laying down before I got home. 8pm is a touch early for him to be going to bed though, maybe just a nap, or watching a show?’ 

“I’m okay, had something while I was at school.”

“Was it enough?”

“For now. I don’t have patrol tonight, so I’ll eat breakfast with you in the morning, I promise.” 

“Alright, love.”

With that, Mic presses a kiss to Aizawa’s cheek, before walking into the kitchen. Aizawa hears the familiar sound of the coffee pot being filled, ‘Mic’s making coffee in the evening…? Maybe he wants to stay up talking, it has been awhile since we’ve gotten a free moment together.’ before a not so familiar sound starts up.

“ihhngt’shii-! ehhgnt’iee-!” 

“Mic, everything okay over there?”

“Yep!”

The answer is short, and Aizawa feels his mind slipping into teacher mode, trying to calculate every possible reason. ‘Those were likely sneezes, but for some reason he’s stifling. Trying to hide them, probably. His voice sounds normal, but he’s keeping his responses short, that’s not like him… making coffee in the evening… looking like he was sleeping before eight…’ Realization dawns across Aizawa’s face, a game plan starting to form in his mind. 

“Hey, you brewing some coffee?”

“Yep, want some?”

There’s a layer of congestion to Mic’s words that wasn’t there a minute ago, Aizawa pretending not to notice as he strolls to the kitchen, cuddling up against his husband and taking the pot from his hands.

“Let me do it instead. Your coffee is okay, but we both know mine is better.”

Mic just hums in approval, letting himself lean against Aizawa for a second, before quickly straightening up. Aizawa gives him a questioning glance, before letting a smirk replace it. ‘His nose is twitching. He’s trying not to sneeze again. I’ll give him an out, just for now, only to get him out of the kitchen so I can switch this coffee for some tea.’ 

“Why don’t you wait for me on the couch? Pick something for us to watch before we head off to sleep, I could use a little time to destress.”

“Of course, Sho. Rough day?”

“Not particularly, just a lot of questions to answer. Those students may be great heroes one day, but they’re still teenagers for now, and some of them are struggling with the most recent course material.” 

“eh’kNG’shhii-! hH’INktt’shiew-!”

Despite hearing the double quite clearly from the kitchen, Aizawa lets Mic continue believing they passed unnoticed. Finishing up with the kettle, he walks back into the living room, heart fluttering at the sight waiting for him. Mic has one hand pinched against his nose, the other fanning his face, eyes closed, head tipped back.

“Need to sneeze, Mic?” 

Eyes snap open, Mic’s hands dropping into his lap, a red flush starting to lick at his cheeks. His nose, revelling at its newfound freedom, starts twitching. ‘He looks a bit like a bunny in this state.’ Aizawa lightly chuckles to himself, a grin starting to pour over his face.

“N- no… heHhh-!”

“Really? Sure looks like you do. Your nose is trembling, dear. Almost like there’s a tickle building, spreading deeper-”

“ShhAhH-! Shota d- don’t…” 

“Like a feather, brushing every ticklish nerve, sending the itch across your face, buzzing through your sinuses… until all you can do is-” 

“heH’EISSHH’IIE-! EIICHH’IEW-!”

“Bless you, Zashi.”

“eschh’ieww-! aiSHH’iee-! hEh’ESHH’iee-!”

Aizawa slips onto the couch beside his husband, kissing a blessing into his soft hair. Stroking his hand down Mic’s back, he lets out a sigh at the tension. Letting his voice soften, he tilts Mic’s chin up till their eyes meet, not missing the guilt waiting for him.

“How long have you felt like this?”

“N- not long… It’s not that bad, just a few sneezes, and a touch of a headache. Really it’s n- nothi… s- sorry gottasneez- ZZISHHIEW-! aH’AISHhh’iiee-!”

“Blessings. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“You were ju-” 

Mic breaks off into a cough, deep and chesty, knocking the wind right out of Aizawa’s lungs. His hand resumes its earlier motion, rubbing tight circles as tears spring to Mic’s eyes with the effort breathing now requires.

“Easy, shallow breaths, just let it out, it’ll be over soon.”

The words are surprisingly calm considering the panic dancing through Aizawa’s chest. Mic’s hand reaches up, finding Aizawa’s and giving a tight squeeze. Managing to open his eyes in between spasms, Mic lets out a hoarse whisper.

“I’m.. okay..” 

“It would be more reassuring if you could breathe as you said it, Mic.” 

A strained laugh breaks free from the coughs, Mic letting his fist playfully brush Aizawa’s arm, prompting a light sigh from the tired man. ‘He doesn’t seem worried about the cough, which means it’s probably happened before… how sick has he been- more importantly, how did I not notice…’ Aizawa thinks, letting the guilt he’s all too familiar with seep back into his brain. 

“Hey.”

The word breaks him free, his focus lowering back to Mic’s level, noticing as his hand stills that the coughing has ended. Mic’s eyes look worried, though Aizawa can’t figure out why he’s the one receiving that glance. At least, until he realizes the hand holding Mic’s is shaking, in fact, his whole body is trembling.

“I’m okay, Sho. heH’inGHSHH’iie-! Bless me, sorry.”

“You’re not okay. I can tell you’re sicker than you’re saying. That cough was… how long have you been this way, Hizashi?”

“aieschhhh’iew-! heH’IESHH’iee-!”

“Bless you, but you’re not getting out of the question so easily.”

Mic gives a guilt soaked shrug, eyes starting to water as he meets Aizawa’s calm gaze. Aizawa gives his arm a light squeeze, reassurance dripping from his smile. He lets his other hand cup Mic’s chin, lightly bringing him in for another kiss, before letting him respond.

“I was telling the truth earlier, it has been not long, just a few days… but maybe I was exaggerating how slight the symptoms have been…”

“Love, it’s just me here. You can tell the truth, I just want to help. Your voice is starting to sound as rough as mine, so I know you’ve got a cold. I just need to know if it’s more than that?”

“Don’t think so. Just… hhaHh-! hAH’EISHH’iee-! eeaschhh’iew-! nngeSHh’iee-!”

“Blessings.”

“Thank you. It’s just the cough that’s bad, but you know colds tend to settle in my chest and throat. There was no fever last time I checked, and I don’t feel warm, just sore… and I keep- keep… eH’GNSshh’ieee-! which doesn’t help my throat.”

“I’m sorry, I should have noticed sooner.”

“It’s not your fault, Shota. We’ve barely seen each other, plus, it’s not like I wa- was… heHh-! eH’GNshhiee-! aischhh’iew-! Bless me! Not like I was broadcasting it. I didn’t want to worry you, you looked so exhausted when you got home from your jobs...” 

“Hizashi, my most important job is taking care of you. Let me do that, okay~?”

A whistling cuts through the apartment, Aizawa rising to answer it. Pouring himself and his husband each a glass of tea, he spoons an extra dash of honey into Mic’s, along with a few squeezes of lemon juice. Handing the warm mug to Mic, Aizawa plants another gentle kiss on his forehead, relaxing as there’s just the usual warmth that comes from the energetic man.

“Drink this, love. It’ll help your throat.” 

Mic takes a few sips before setting the mug on the table, gesturing for Aizawa to join him once more. Doing as he’s told, Aizawa settles onto the couch, Mic sliding in next to him, head resting against his chest.

“You’re quite the trickster you know. Switching the coffee out for tea behind my back?” 

At the remark, Aizawa chuckles, the sound vibrating through his body, straight against Mic’s face. The sensation triggers another sneeze, Mic having nowhere except Aizawa’s shoulder to aim it, a pink hue spreading like wildfire against his face.

“hEH’AIESHH’IEE-! Oh- I’m so sorry, it surprised me I jus-”

“It’s alright, Zashi. Just lay down again, I don’t mind. Try to rest, I’m sure some sleep would help, we don’t want this getting any worse.”

“Thank you, Sho…” 

“Let’s just both be glad there’s no fever yet, I don’t know if I’d be able to keep my eyes open for that long after a week like this.”

Mic giggles lightly, letting out a faint groan at the memories, burying his face into Aizawa’s chest. ‘It’s lucky Mic’s quirk isn’t activated by the volume of the noise he’s making. It’s a conscious choice he has to make to start using it. However… that also means when his mind is too fuzzy, or sometimes if the tickle is too intense, it’ll break free.’ 

A memory flashes across his vision. They had been on a hero mission together when an unknown allergen had decided to make Mic its target. The first few sneezes had been fine, he was still able to stay in control, but the allergen had seemed unsatisfied with that result. Eventually they had managed to capture the villain, who had seemed deeply distressed by the sonic beam screeches Mic was letting out with every sneeze.

‘I had to keep his quirk erased for almost an hour after that. We never did figure out what brought it on, but it was certainly hilarious to watch the villain squirm as Zashi let loose towards an open field. I doubt he was planning on his heist going down like that.’ 

Aizawa casts a fond glance down at the man snuggled in his lap, recalling the flush in his cheeks was not too different from the slight tint living there now. ‘I should remember to check him for fever in the morning, and set out some meds. I assume he’s taken some already, so I’ll have to ask-’ 

“I… love you…”

The sleepy voice drags him out of his own head, Aizawa laughing softly at the tired fighting it’s way into the congested tone. ‘Just sleep now, Hizashi. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.’

“I love you too.”

With that, Aizawa lets his hand run through Mic’s loose hair, starting to hum lightly. He doesn’t sing often, but with Mic being such a music focused person, it’s become a little routine. Same as how Mic will often stand watch for him as he falls asleep, giving him the security to do so, Aizawa softly hums songs from the playlist Mic made for them. It gives him something to focus on, other than the discomfort, and is guaranteed to get him to fall asleep.

“hehh’eishh’iuhh-!” 

“Blessings, my dear.”

Aizawa slowly feels his own eyes start to get heavy, hands slowing in Mic’s hair as he slips into a deep sleep too, curled in his lover's arms.

Not a safer place in the world.

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I don’t know if I’m alone in my understanding, especially since they didn’t elaborate, but since I don’t think anyone else has said this, I’m going to take a shot in the dark. I know there were a few song previews shared earlier, but are the MMJ and WxS ones even tied to events? I feel like they’re songs that just got commissioned? I say this based on the composer’s comments and the schedule. The comments sound kind of generalized and nothing specific but maybe that’s just how I interpreted them? As for the schedule, after this Shiho one, they might run a short Halloween one or have a small break? Idk, something has to be in the gap. It has to be short if there is something because we know exactly when the World Link starts and how long it’s going to be. Unless they run 2 event STORIES at the same time (which I doubt), it’s going to be primarily niigo centric for most of November. After that, I guess one of the groups teased would start an event? Basically I just wanted to bring up an alternative perspective to the songs because of the schedule. Of course I can be wrong, so we’ll just have to wait and see.

Yeah the MMJ and WxS songs are regular event commissions. The thing is that all the songs/events announced yesterday are gonna be ran back-to-back. Unless they’ve changed how far in advance they announce songs, none of those songs are for the November lim event, meaning the MMJ event is extremely likely to be the next event (and also be 7 days long? It’s a mess). So doesn’t seem like there’s a halloween event this year unless N25 WLE runs parallel to another event (ie runs at the same time). Someone pointed out to me the start time on the event is what would normally be the end time on an event (8pm JST) so it seems to be starting the exact minute the October 3 event finishes? Or maybe it’s just gonna run over the top of it meaning you have to tier two things at once. It’s really annoying thay staff have not said anything about what’s going on.

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Weekend in Chicago

Day 0

Unusually, I didn't feel particularly anxious about this trip, though I still slept badly the night before departure. Although I left slightly ahead of schedule, I had a long wait for BART and then a long wait for the little mini-train to my terminal at the airport, and then the line for security was longer than I expected, so I only just had time to buy food for the flight. When I arrived at my gate, my group was already boarding. Since I’m usually at the airport 2 hours before departure, this came as a bit of a shock! But once I was on the plane, it all went smoothly. Nobody was in the middle seat next to me (I had a window), and I spent the flight reading a novel. I finished it just after we landed! [separate post coming about the book]

I landed at Chicago O’Hare around 8pm. Because it was such a short trip, I hadn’t checked a bag, which is practically unheard-of for me; I was proud of packing so light! Although it’s obvious, I still felt surprised at how quickly I could leave the airport since I didn’t have to wait for checked luggage! Because it was dark (and raining a little), I took a cab to my hotel, where Best Friend had already arrived. We went up to the room to drop off my stuff, then went out for dinner. This was a hip hotel in a hip neighborhood called River North, and we were decidedly not cool enough to stay there! However, we were also old enough not to give a shit!

By then it was 9pm (7pm for my body clock though), and we were very hungry. We had thought we would just go to a little ramen shop nearby, as surely at this hour restaurants would be emptying out, but it turned out to be packed. It was Saturday night, and I guess people in Chicago are back to going out at night. We struggled to find a restaurant that could seat us, but we eventually got a table at Hub 51. Chicago is a foodie town, and we enjoyed our meal, though the portion sizes were enormous.

After that, we returned to our hotel and went to bed soon afterwards.

Day 1

We had a leisurely start before heading out to grab breakfast en route to the Art Institute of Chicago, which was the main purpose of this weekend getaway. They had an exhibition of Remedios Varo, my favorite artist, called Science Fictions. It was fabulous. If you are in or near Chicago, I think you still have a week or two to catch this before it closes! I will be posting photos. I had only seen a few of the paintings in person before, and there were more paintings than I expected, along with a bunch of sketches. As always, seeing the paintings in person brought out details I hadn’t noticed when looking at reproductions of them, and in fact, I think there were some paintings I wasn’t familiar with at all. We spent quite a while in that exhibition before moving on to look at other works in the museum, including some great Georgia O’Keeffe paintings (I loved the landscapes) and quite a few Sargents (many from early in his career), the Chagall window, the Tiffany window, some Frank Lloyd Wright-designed things, and some furniture (some of which was great and some of which was hilariously hideous). We ate a late lunch in a sheltered courtyard café in the museum and then resumed looking at art.

After the museum, we wandered through Maggie Daley Park. It was late afternoon, and I did some birdwatching while Best Friend made a couple of phone calls. I saw a palm warbler! That was a new bird for me, and I also got a good look at a fairly distinctive bird but still couldn’t identify it. I took photos, and was later able to determine that it was an ovenbird, which is also a new one for me! There were lots of white-throated sparrows (uncommon where I live) and yellow-rumped warblers, as well as some northern cardinals (which don’t exist where I live).

We ate dinner at a deep-dish pizza place, which seemed mandatory while in Chicago. It was delicious! This restaurant makes single-person pizzas, which are cute (the fork and pen below are normal-sized and included for scale). I still couldn’t finish mine, so I brought ¼ of it back to the hotel (in a cute box!) to eat for breakfast.

We then returned to the hotel to pack and wind down.

Day 2

I had set my alarm for the ungodly hour of 6:45am, not because either of us had an early flight (we didn’t), but because we wanted to do something fun before heading to the airport. So we checked out of our hotel at 8:30, left our luggage, and took the metro (well, the el) to the 606, a repurposed elevated rail line that is now a sort of park/trail for bikes and pedestrians. Best Friend admired the architecture of the neighborhoods we were walking through, while I did some birdwatching. We then walked through Humboldt Park (more birdwatching, the highlights of which were a golden-crowned kinglet, wood ducks, lots of white-throated sparrows, and more northern cardinals, though there were also about 60 Canada geese, which was slightly terrifying!).

On our way back to the el, we stopped at Typica Café, which turned out to be Venezuelan. Best Friend had to attend a Zoom meeting for a half hour. I ate a delicious guava-cheese puff pastry, which is apparently a Venezuelan thing and which I highly recommend if you get the opportunity to have one! The hot chocolate was also exceptionally good; it was made using Venezuelan cocoa and, I think, a tiny bit of caramel syrup. It was excellent; not too sweet.

We then walked to the el and rode back to our hotel, picked up our luggage, walked to the pizza place so Best Friend could bring two frozen pizzas back for her husband and son, and then rode the el to the airport. We had gotten day passes for the Chicago el, which were a steal at $5.

At the airport we hugged goodbye as we were on different airlines. Going through security was fine, and I got to walk through the colored light underpass that is the only good thing at O'Hare. I bought snacks to eat on the plane. Boarding was a bit of a fiasco (they started boarding group 3 before group 2 for some reason) and very inefficient, but as we all reminded each other and ourselves, the only thing that really mattered was getting to our destination safely and approximately on time.

The flight itself was full and slightly delayed but fairly uneventful, and I got home via BART within 1.5 hours of landing. Yay! Although it was frankly bananas to fly halfway across the country for a 2-night stay, I feel very refreshed and energized by it and am glad I went, and particularly glad that Best Friend joined me. She's a great travel companion (despite her snoring), and I think it's the first trip we've taken together since she had her son nearly 13 (Edit: 14!) years ago.

I plan to post some photos from the trip. (I realise I didn't manage to do that after the Europe trip this summer, but this was only 2 days so it should be more manageable!)

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[tobias-hankel]

"Why can't they just love me?"

804 words, oops.

Spencer meets Gideon for the first time.

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"Why can't they just love me?" Gideon heard someone sob out as he turned the corner of the Caltech Library.

He was only supposed to be there for a guest lecture while the BAU team was in the area on a case, but he found himself in the abnormal psychology section of the library around 8pm, seeing if he could find a book that related to the case they just solved. Instead, he found a boy sobbing into an open textbook, all alone.

“Kid?” Gideon said as he walked up, not wanting to scare him, “Are you alright?”

Spencer jumped and quickly wiped his eyes. Normally no one came to that wing of the library, really so late in the evening. “Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Spencer said, starting to close his books and pack his stuff back in his messenger bag.

“Hold up, what are you doing here?” Gideon asked.

“I go to school here. What are you doing here?” Spencer asked back, trying to make his voice sound as even and as adult as possible.

Gideon smirked at how tough the kid was trying to seem, “I was guest lecturing today and—” Gideon started but Spencer cut him off.

“Jason Gideon with the BAU!” He said, clearly excited.

“How did you—” Gideon went to ask but again, Spencer cut him off.

“There are only two guest lecturers at the campus today. Dr. Nina Williams who was lecturing about Space Biology and you, who was lecturing about Behavioral Psychology. I had a class during your lecture, but I wish I could have gone. Did you know that while your team focuses on crimes committed by people with mental illnesses, only 7.5 percent of crimes are directly related to symptoms of mental illness? The amount of people with mental illnesses in the criminal justice system is actually unknown due to the low income and lack of mental health services that—” Spencer suddenly stopped, and his face grew red. “Sorry…”

Gideon moved to the seat across from Spencer, “Don’t be sorry. You seem very bright.” Spencer smiled to himself at the praise. “You an interest in psychology?”

Spencer nodded, “I have an interest in pretty much everything.” He mumbled, feeling embarrassed about his interest in learning but Gideon just smiled at him.

“That is wonderful. The world needs more people like you,” Gideon said, and Spencer smiled again. “Now, do you want to tell me why you were upset?”

Spencer looks away, first determined to not tell this stranger anything but, looking back over at Gideon – he was the first person to make Spencer smile in days – so he figured why not. “Today is my birthday, and my parents didn’t call or write,” Spencer said, studying Gideon’s face for any signs of judgment but found none, so he kept going.

“My mom is sick… um… paranoid schizophrenia… And my dad, he… He left us when I was ten. Sometimes I just think I will hear from him one day but… I never do.” Spencer said, wrapping his arms around himself.

“That’s tough, kid,” Gideon said after a moment. It wasn’t the most heartfelt or comforting thing but for some reason, Spencer liked that more than being told sorry. It was tough. Very tough, and at least this stranger could see that. “How old are you today?”

“Fifteen.”

“Well, happy 15th birthday,” Gideon said, and Spencer couldn’t help but tear up. “How about your next birthday I call you here at the university and hear more about what you think about psychology, and I can tell you about the BAU. I think you would be a good fit.”

“But… You don’t even know me,” Spencer said, fidgeting with his hands.

“I know you are bright and strong— just what the BAU needs,” Gideon said, standing up and pulling his card out of his pocket. “You can call me anytime as well. It was nice to meet you—”

“Spencer Reid,” Spencer supplied.

“It was nice to meet you, Spencer Reid,” Gideon said with a warm, fatherly smile before turning around and leaving.

Spencer was sure he wouldn’t see or hear from that man ever again, so he left the card on the table and went to his dorm where he spent the rest of his birthday all alone.

A year passed and Spencer had forgotten all about the FBI agent he met for a few minutes in the library – that was until he was told there was a phone call waiting for him in the student lounge.

“Hello? Spencer speaking.” The now 16-year-old said into the phone.

“Hey Spencer, it’s Jason Gideon,” Gideon said and Spencer’s jaw dropped.

“Mr. Gideon! I didn’t think you would call.”

“I said I would. Happy Birthday, kid. Now, how about you tell me about what you are currently studying.”

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I got carried away but this was fun. I'm a slow writer but feel free to drop me a 5 sentence ask or a prompt in my ask box 🖤

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