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[flamingphoenixfox]

Original Text Post By Captain-Lovelace

[writeroutoftime]

i can’t get the idea of carmy x butcher reader out of my mind for some reason

words: 0.7k

warnings: none, I mean carmy's a bit of jerk for a minute, but what's new lol

a/n: honestly, I love this idea, anon so here's a little blurb! not sure if I went in the direction you were anticipating, but I really enjoyed writing this! (also, this is my first time writing for carmy so please forgive me while I'm learning his character!)

p.s. I would totally be opening to write more little blurbs for this specific pairing if anyone is interested!

oOoOo

It took four blocks to walk from The Beef to the butcher Mikey had used for the past few years. Six blocks for Carmen's fists to repeatedly clench and unclench and for his jaw to tightened as he stormed down the street, not caring who got in his way.

When he reached the butchers, Carmen threw the door open. The bell attached nearly flew off in protest, immediately catching your attention.

"How can I help?" you asked, dusting off your hands to give your newest customer your full attention. Though, by his heavy breaths, you mentally prepared yourself for the difficult conversation you expected to follow.

"You can start by getting your fucking orders right for delivery. This is the second time in a month that your shop dropped the ball and it's impacting my kitchen." he all but shouted, jabbing an accusatory finger in your direction.

Your hands gripped the counter, subtly, as you forced yourself to take a deep breath. It was early in the morning. You weren't exactly keen to start your day by dealing with angry customers - even if his intense, blue eyes were rather attractive.

"Okay," you spoke slowly. "What's the name on the order? We can figure this out."

Unfortunately, this did little to placate the seething man. "The name is Berzatto for The Beef. And I don't want to work anything out, I just want you to deliver the orders you're fucking supposed to. We need twenty pounds of meat, and you only delivered two. What good does two pounds do me?"

By that point, your own jaw clicked as you turned to look through your files. You recognized the name Berzatto and deep down you knew the delivery was correct on your end. After years of shadowing your family before taking over, you knew how to run this business.

Rather aggressively, you pulled out the order sheet and slammed it down on the counter in front of Berzatto. He snatched the sheet, eyes quickly scanning the text. You saw the moment his face fell, and couldn't help but feel rather smug.

"Do you wanna walk outside, come back in, and try again?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, eyes narrowed.

A few moments of silence and Berzatto finally looked back up at you, his chest heaving as he came down from his rush of adrenaline. "I," he began, then quickly shut his mouth, and turned from the counter running his hand down his face in frustration.

"Okay, how can I order the rest of the meat to be delivered, ASAP?" he asked suddenly, turning around and running a hand through his already mussed hair only to end up on the back of his neck as he looked at you.

It wasn't an apology, but his tone was noticeably calmer. You figured that would be the closest you'd get for a while. One glance at him and you could tell he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. The name Berzatto rung a bell in your mind, and you remembered hearing there was a new owner after the previous one passed away.

With a soft sigh, you grabbed a pen and pad of paper and began to write down his order. "What's the name for the order?"

"Uh, Carm-Carmen Berzatto." he stuttered out, taken aback by your suddenly soft demeanor.

"Alright, Carmen. Here's what we're going to do. I can get you the rest of your order by this evening, and payment can be due at the end of this month. That sound okay to you?" you questioned, holding out the order slip.

Carmen reached out to grab the paper, slightly brushing his fingers against yours. Both of you pulled back quickly ignoring any sort of spark you might have felt.

He looked down at the slip, back up to you, and nodded in agreement. With a tightlipped smile, Carmen nodded his thanks and moved to leave your shop and head back to the Beef.

"And Berzatto?" you called out, quietly laughing at the way he stumbled over his feet in the doorway to turn back. "Next time try the civil approach first." you teased, leaving Carmen a blushing mess.

[judeswhore]

can u write spencer angst about maybe a break up or going on a break because he’s never home? it’s okay if not i just really like ur writing and i’m in love with spencer!!

thank u!! i’m really glad u like my silly little ramblings, it means a lot <3

"hey, your suitcase is in the hallway? you didn't say you had a trip planned, are you going to see your mom?"

spencer sounded a little confused when he appeared in the kitchen, his fingers already working to tug his tie loose, the buttons on his dark cardigan already undone. he looked tired, dark circles evident beneath his eyes and a shadow of stubble starting to dust across his jaw and as much as your heart tugged you couldn't go to him, only set the keys you'd been gripping down on the counter top that separated you.

"i can't do this anymore."

"you can't- can't do what?" you swallowed through the rising lump in your throat and willed yourself to remember at least one of the things you'd planned to say. despite the evening hour the air was quiet, only making the usual soft ticking of the clock hanging on the wall sharper, each second passing pressing a heavier weight on your chest. spencer had come to a stop in the doorway, his hand lowering from his tie now hanging limp around his neck.

"this. us. i'm tired, spence." you shook your head, dropped your gaze from his to stare at a spot just over his shoulder, unable to say the next words while he was looking at you the way he was. "we need to break up."

"break up?" he echoed, his tone soft, higher in pitch than usual and again confused, a crease appearing between his eyebrows. "i don't understand." it was his turn to shake his head and you watched as he made his way closer, walking around the kitchen island and ignoring the keys you'd pushed his way.

"this isn't a relationship anymore, spencer. you're never here and when you are it's like i'm a second thought. you're either reading up on new things or going back over cases and by the time you remember i'm here you're already packing up to leave again."

"that's not-"

"i love you, so much but this isn't working anymore and it hurts." spencer reached out, his fingers brushing yours before tangling together, tugging you a little closer despite the look in your eyes and the shake of your head. his gaze cut into you, pressed even harder against your chest and it was almost as though you could feel the crack forming in your heart. "i can't be with someone who feels like a ghost."

"i don't.. you knew how my job worked, when we first started dating i told you it was time consuming, i told you i'd be away a lot and you said it was okay. you said we could handle it, we could make it work. i thought we were making it work."

"how can we make something work when it barely exists?"

"i-"

"when was the last time you kissed me? i mean really kissed me, spence. when was the last time we went on a date? or even spent the night in watching one of those ridiculous animal documentaries? i go to bed and you're gone, sometimes you don't even text or call, i wake up and you're still not here and i have to call jj to make sure i didn't lose you while you were halfway across the country." you drew in a breath past the lump of tears clogged at the back of your throat, gently untangled your fingers and took a step back. nausea was rolling over you in waves, spencer's eyes shining beneath the dimmed lights, soft and open, more attentive than you'd seen in months. "i knew what i was getting myself into, i thought i was okay with only having half of you but i'm not."

"i can take some time off, i have some days left over. we can-we can go away, wherever you want to go we'll go."

"spencer."

"i know i've been busier than usual these past few weeks, we've had so much going on and then hotch left and we had to figure things out. but i can call emily now and we can take a vacation."

"spencer, stop. it's more than just these past few weeks. i feel like you've been pushing me away from the start, letting me in just enough to make me happy but never enough that i was completely yours." he'd been reaching for you again, ready to cup your cheek in his hand but he stopped halfway there, his mouth twisting into a frown.

"that's not true. i love you."

"i know that but sometimes i feel like you don't love me enough. your job always comes first and that's okay, you save so many people, change so many lives and i'm so proud of you but i can't be in a relationship with someone who's never really here." you wrapped your arms around yourself, a protective gesture to stop yourself from reaching for spencer. he was watching you through lowered lashes, his brows drawn in tight, a downward curve to his mouth and the tears that were gathering in your eyes were mirrored in his. "being together like this isn't fair to either of us and maybe one day we can figure it out again but right now, it hurts more than it ever should."

"don't. i- please don't go."

"we need a break."

"i can be here more, we can fix this."

"that's not a promise you can keep, spence. i need time and space and i need you to give me that."

"but-"

"please." spencer's throat bobbed on a swallow, a tear slipping down his cheek that he swiped away the sleeve of his cardigan and you felt the sob bubbling in your chest.

"i can't lose you."

[cumikering]

Friend’s brother Rudy x reader

1.6k | fluff

Meeting your BFF’s older brother for the first time

For @glitterypirateduck’s Fall4Rudy <3 (Surprise, first one to make a noise loses)

Crouching behind the couch, Rudy stifled a cackle as keys clinked outside. The door swung open, and as the lights came on, he jumped to his feet. 

“¡Sorpresa!” he exclaimed with his hands thrown up before his grin dropped. 

“Holy shit!” Your brows shot up, hand frozen on the light switch. “Who- Who are you? What are you doing here?” 

“Mierda,” he muttered, rushing to gather the cake he’d on the dining table. “I’m so sorry, I thought this was my sister’s. She supposed-”

“Uh… Rudy?”

He turned with a frown. “How do you know my name?”

“I’m Dani’s friend. It is her place. I was going to surprise her.” You tilted the pan of warm cinnamon rolls towards him.

He let out a relieved laugh as he pulled a chair out. “I thought I came to the wrong apartment. Come in, come in.” 

You closed the door before making your way to the table with your gaze cast down. You set the pan beside Rudy’s cake. 

“Hey, I remember you. Are you her friend from university? You moved here recently, no?” 

Daniela had shown you plenty of her family photos with the accompanying stories throughout your years of friendship. Even that you never told her, she picked up (too fast) that you found Rudy attractive and often teased you about it. She’d send military photos of her “handsome, single brother” as she suspected you especially liked him in uniform. Well, she wasn’t wrong.

Him recognising you made your cheeks even hotter. You wondered what else she told him.

“Yes,” you mumbled, pulling out the chair across him.

“You have any idea what time she’s coming home? I waited over an hour in the dark. It was getting really boring.” 

You chuckled, looking up at him. He had a light stubble with scars on his face the photos never picked up. His loose white shirt hung perfectly from his frame as he leaned back, a shadow of his chest hair peeking over the neckline. He was much more striking up close.

“She texted me she was heading home. Should be here in 5, 10 minutes.” 

“I need payback for waiting so long.” He smiled devilishly and eyed the cinnamon rolls. He leaned in and cocked an eyebrow. “I know just how to annoy her.” 

You laughed. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

He nodded in approval. “You’re a good friend. I like you.” He grabbed two forks from the kitchen drawer before carving a roll out. “Did you know she had this phase when we were teenagers? I don’t know what it was with her and cinnamon, but she got every kind of soap, candle, essential oil... I hated the smell, didn’t want to go to her room for months.” 

“She’s still got those candles in her room, but it’s definitely got better. She prefers cinnamon tea nowadays.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Oh Lord.” He handed you one half on the fork. 

You couldn’t wipe the delight off your face as you chewed. He smiled too, the warm gaze of his caramel eyes melted you. You looked away, unable to hold his gaze too long, heart racing. Was it from sharing a little treat or the thrill of being mischievous?

You gestured at the Yoda cake. Old you are, it said on the bottom.

“She, uh, doesn't like Star Wars... At all.”

“Exactly.” He smirked.

“You really love pranking her, huh.”

“She told you?”

“Of course. Told me when she broke your action figure one time, you took the training wheels off her bike.”

“I remember. I took them to school so she couldn't find them, but I lost them instead. Our parents got so mad at me.” He barked out a laugh. “But she ended up learning how to ride a bike properly, so I guess I didn't totally mess up.”

You smiled. “She misses you a lot, you know. Says she doesn't see you enough even that your base isn’t too far away.”

“She does?” He sighed. “I do too. Unfortunately my deployments can get unpredictable.”

“I mean siblings are rarely as close as you both. Sometimes I even wish the same for myself,” you said wistfully.

His gaze softened. “That's true. Thanks for telling me, I'll-“

The sound of a car’s locking beep made you tear your eyes off his. “That’s her!” 

“Quick, help me turn the lights off.” He stood, chucking the dirty forks in the sink.  

You did, and he guided you to the back of the couch with the glow of his phone. Crouching next to each other in the dark, you couldn’t deny his alluring presence, the warmth radiating off him. He smelt clean and fresh of soap, and you itched to lean closer.

On the floor, his fingers brushed over yours. “I hope to see you again soon," he breathed. The light from outside illuminated his sincere smile enough. "Maybe I can show you around town.” 

You bit your lip, averting your gaze. "I'd like that," you muttered.

“First one to make a noise loses,” he teased. “Then you’ll have to take the fall for the missing cinnamon roll.”

Despite the warning, you let out a chuckle, your heart fluttering.

"Shhh," he said as footsteps approached, still smiling.

The door unlocked, and the both of you stood as the lights flicked on.

"Surprise!" "¡Sorpresa!"

Daniela yelped but immediately grinned from ear to ear. "Oh my God, you guys!"

Rudy took his cake, wrapping his arm around her at the door. “Happy birthday to my favourite sister.”

She glanced at the cake and gave him an unamused look, shaking her head.

“Happy birthday, Dani!” You pulled her into a hug and presented your cinnamon rolls to her.

She threw her head back in laughter. "I don't need to ask who did this." She smacked Rudy's arm. "You took my favourite piece!"

He grinned, looking way too pleased with himself.

Daniela suggested the three of you go out for dinner. The Parras spoke in English to include you, but they couldn’t help slipping into Spanish here and there. You could only smile in amusement watching them tease each other, Rudy glancing over ever so often as if to ensure if you were having a good time too.

While Rudy excused himself to the bathroom, the younger Parra gave you a knowing look. She wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“Never would have guessed this is how you were going to meet him, but I hope you enjoyed dinner.”

You couldn’t hold back your squeal. “I did, he’s really nice.” And handsome.

“I’m happy you both finally met. Judging by the way he kept looking, I think you might have a date soon.” She raised an eyebrow, and it occurred to you who she probably picked up the habit from.

“Oh, Dani, don’t get my hopes up now.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that if he was more discreet when asking about you.”

“What! What did you tell him?”

“Nothing important.” She flashed you her mischievous smile, swatting her hand. “Just that you’re single and that you find him hot-“

You laughed, slapping a hand over your mouth. “Daniela Parra, I cannot believe you!”

“Oh, here he comes!”

You couldn’t help stealing a glance when Rudy walked back to the table – you hoped it was subtle enough. His snug jeans accentuated the movement of his hips as he strode casually. Hands in his pockets, his toned arms were on display. He had no right looking so good in such a simple outfit.

“I think I’m going to call it a night,” she announced. “Rudy, would you be so kind to walk her home?”

His eyes locked with yours. “It would be my pleasure.”

After exchanging your goodbyes, your best friend left after giving you one last satisfied smile. She couldn’t be more obvious in setting the both of you up. As bashful as you were about the situation, you had to bake her more cinnamon rolls.

During the walk, Rudy offered you his arm which you took with joy and made sure you walked on the inside of the pavement, away from the traffic. Along the way, he pointed out landmarks and the few places he’d been, adding that he was open to discovering more since he hadn’t seen much of the area.

Your feet slowed the closer you were to home and he matched your pace. You enjoyed clinging onto his strong arm a little too much as you chatted. It was embarrassing how much you didn’t want to let go, the way your stomach flipped in his presence. Satisfaction bubbled in your chest whenever you got him to laugh, watching the little crinkles by his kind eyes. You adored the calming silkiness of his voice and how his R’s curled.

Alas, the night had to end. At your door, you reluctantly let go of his arm, turning to him.

“Thank you for walk-“

“I meant it when I said I hope to see you again.”

You bit down a grin, gaze on your feet. “I’d love that, really.” You braved yourself to step in for a hug.

He gave you a squeeze and you squealed into his shoulder, making him chuckle. When he pulled away, you hoped he couldn’t feel how your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Would you like to come in for some tea? I promise it’s not cinnamon.”

Rudy laughed and took your hand to his lips.

My fellow Rudy simp: @sofasoap

[writingforstraykids]

My beloved cutie mooties🥺🖤

(edited 12.05.24)

🖤@atinyniki🖤

Niki, my beautiful sunshine, I'm so grateful to have you through thick and thin. I'm still convinced you're cute and idc whether you accept that or not. I love talking to you and you're one of the kindest people I know (unless you yell at me you meanie...joking obviously, chill guys😂🖤) I'll always be there for you...also pls stop spending so much money on me cutie😭 Keep shining sunny bunny...love you, pretty girl🖤

🖤@zehina🖤

my beloved (not so silent anymore) bestie, i love our shared European confusion and confusing the others together in return. you're such a cute little kitty and we all know u love being called cute so...you're very cute, deal with it🤭I love our shared stupidity whenever we talk about the boys and seriously, every time you send me your part for the rambles I'd drop to my knees and pay for it bc holy shit. I'll always be there if you need me, keep fighting lovey. love you unnie🖤

🖤@galaxycatdrawz🖤

azzy, I'm so proud of slowly pulling you a little from the shadows you were hiding in😂 also...idk how I managed to do so, but I'm still laughing about achieving most of your tumblr milestones😭 i love sharing requests with you, working out ideas or simply do as you said and write what my brain couldn't figure out. thank you for always being there for me and sharing your brilliant brain with me, co-writer🤭 also it's such a bummer we live so far away bc after what we talked about so far I know you'd be the best cuddle buddy🥺 love you azzy my cutest little thing🖤

🖤@jinnie-ret 🖤

jinnie my dear, even though we haven't talked that much so far, I always love it when we get the chance🤭 can't wait to get to know you better as well and I'm already so excited for that fic👀looveeee your writing sm🖤

🖤@sona1800🖤

you're my newest mootie and I love you so much already it's ridiculous (niki can confirm that🥹) you're always so sweet and you literally outshine every fic with your loving reblogs and comments (I'm just too speechless to answer properly, I really love them🥺) so yeah, that's why you got the tag "the cutest" 🤭🖤

🖤@silverstarburst🖤

Ash. my dear, we don't have that much time to talk usually because you're either working or I'm asleep (a rarity but still). Nevertheless, you have a special place in my heart by now and I'm thankful for your presence in my life. I know who to text if I need someone to kick ass. Your reblogs make me smile like some idiot every time, thank you so much for appreciating my lil dummy ideas so much. love you mama wolf🖤

🖤@slutforchanlix🖤

Miu, babyy, I've made you cry way too often with stuff like this—my bad. I know it's not always easy, but you're one of the kindest people I know, and I love that I have someone with whom I can talk in my native language for once. You're a sweetheart and thank you for always being there for me. I still plan to meet you one day hehe. Long story short, you're amazing, don't let anyone else try to make you believe anything less than that. Bin immer für dich da🖤

🖤@michelle4eve🖤

heyy mimi, we haven't talked much so far...sometimes accidentally when you mistook my icon for niki's I hope that's easier now😂😉 you seem like such a kind soul and I hope we'll get closer over time (no rush dear!) I'm happy over each of your reblogs, especially after you told us you're too shy to do so sometimes. I really appreciate it, you cutie🖤

🖤@chrizzztopherbang🖤

I always loved seeing you pop up in my notifications with your sweet comments. I already think you're a sweetheart, I know we haven't talked that much yet. Still, I loved prereading your fics and getting a glimpse into your genius brain. Don't give up writing as long as you have fun with it, because you're truly amazing at it🖤

🖤@wolfyychan🖤

You've been around on my prior blog already and still my stupid brain didn't realize you've changed usernames for so long😭😂 I always look forward to your excited comments and reblogs, they're truly a boost of motiviation ngl. Hope to have you around for a long time🤭🖤

🖤@james-is-here🖤

Your excitement for that Minchan series made me think about writing bonus chapters for the first time in months. I really love seeing how you get so invested in some of the stories, which makes me want to do better hehe. Also...omg...I'm still thinking about that one fic you wrote a while ago🫠 I'm excited to see what's next and hope we'll get the chance to maybe talk some more🖤

🖤@queer-possum🖤

Without giving away too much, your brain is amazing. I love your requests so much and you're always so kind when I get back to you to make sure I get everything right. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about certain topics and stuff I haven't so far🖤

🖤@chanandminhoenthusiast🖤

love, love, loveee your blog (for obvious inspirational reasons😉) you seemed like a very sweet soul whenever we talked before and I'll always be there if you need someone to talk, even about the most random bullshit😂🖤

🖤@palindrome969🖤

You're such a lovely person, I can't even put it into words properly. Your writing is beautiful and I'm still in love with that stargazing fic with Channie😭 always love talking to you and seeing your comments🖤

🖤@5starluvr🖤

I've told you so before, I wanna kiss your brain so bad sometimes. The stuff you come up with for me to write is brilliant. I can't wait to finish more of your requests and share ideas as soon as possible! Love you hehe🖤

🖤@mellhwang🖤

Heyy sweetie, I love seeing you in my notes and I swear I'll get that Minchan x Hyunjin thing done for you!! Thank you for all the love, dear🖤

🖤@lost-in-avoidance🖤

The amount of times I made you choke back tears at work is...concerning and I'm so sorry, I don't do it on purpose, I swear😭😂 your reblogs are always so genuine and make me feel like I did exactly what I wanted to with the fic in question. I appreciate your words so much, thank you!

[denaliwrites]

Tomorrow I Shall Be Fetterless

Verna x Fem!Usher!Reader

Catch & Release Prompt: "Poison"

Summary: (18+) You always were the smartest of the Usher children. Perhaps, just this once, you were a little too smart, yet not smart enough.

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Implied / Referenced Stalking. Depression. Hints of Neglect & Resentment. Oral (F Receiving). Vaginal Fingering. Overstimulation. Vomitting. Unwitting / Unintentional Suicide. Character Death.

You had seen the pattern. The writing on the wall. The dark looming shadow of death swallowing each of you up, one by one. It drove you crazy, how none of the others seemed to get it. Why didn't they get it?

If there was an answer for you somewhere out there, you knew it lay beyond the veil. And you only knew this because, soon, inevitably, your time would be up, and there just simply wasn't enough time left for you to figure out why all your siblings were fucking idiots.

And maybe you were too, to some extent. You knew Death was coming for you, yet you were surprised when it arrived to take you.

--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

You'd been struggling lately.

Long before your siblings started dropping like flies, an existential sadness had been gnawing away at your mental reserves. It drained you, exhausted you, made it nearly impossible for you to do... anything.

Your father tried to understand, and for that you supposed you owed him some credit. But trying wasn't the same thing as doing, and eventually he, as well as everyone else in your family, got tired of trying.

He even said as much, in the text he sent you.

And then your brothers and sisters started dying in horrific ways, seemingly by accident but uncoincidentally one after the other. Your father increased your security, knowing nothing about your struggles but for the fact you were a danger to yourself, but otherwise did nothing to try to help you.

You couldn't even call yourself the disappointment (Perry) or the black sheep (Leo) of the family. You were simply forgotten.

No one thought to call you to check up on you. The only person who'd bothered to text you out of any sense of concern was Leo. Camille had texted, too -- but it was only to prep you for the oncoming PR storm.

Now both of them were dead, and no one at all bothered to check in, not even a basic, minimal effort "u ok?" text.

So when there was a knock at your door, and you opened it to see a delivery girl holding a gorgeous (and huge) bouquet of assorted white flowers, you were pleasantly surprised.

The girl -- well, woman, and definitely a mature one -- wanted to chat, but when you gently explained that you weren't in the mood she seemed understanding, and it struck you how this random stranger you'd talked to for all of a minute was able to show you more compassion than your own family.

Speaking of, when you withdrew the card from the bouquet, you expected the Usher name, or the Fortunato logo at least, to be present somewhere. Instead, in beautiful calligraphy, you read From Your Biggest Fan.

You were quick to realize the implications, but too tired and overwhelmed to really care. If you had a stalker, dealing with it would have to wait -- you had infinitely bigger problems at the moment.

It helped a little, though, receiving that one small gesture of kindness, even if it was from someone with an unhealthy obsession with you.

You woke the next morning to the sounds of cooking emanating from your kitchen.

You were so tired that it didn't strike you as odd at first. Forgetting the past week, you thought maybe Leo had come by for a visit and decided to make breakfast while he waited for you to wake up.

When you finally stepped into the room, though, you weren't greeted by Leo, and just the sight of someone else reminded you that Leo -- your only ally in the family -- was dead.

In your kitchen, at your stove, with your spatula and your eggs, stood the delivery woman from the day before.

"I wasn't sure how you take your eggs," she said, tossing her head in your direction to offer you a smile. "I figured scrambled was a safe bet."

You looked at the array of foods laid out over your kitchen island, all surrounding that bouquet, now placed in a vase with water.

"You're my biggest fan?" And though you had asked, you knew that she was. You didn't need her confirmation, but she gave it anyway in the form of a pleased hum.

You weren't sure how to handle this situation.

Calling the cops could be dangerous, set the woman off and get you killed. But then, not calling them could get you killed, too. Contacting your family was almost certainly out of the question -- if Leo were still alive, you'd maybe have a chance. But with him gone... your only real hope was Tammy, and she... the kindest way to put it was "didn't care for you."

The woman was watching you, still smiling, when you looked up from your phone. The look she gave you was kind, sympathetic. Loving, almost, if not for the fact that she was a crazed stalker.

"It's okay," she said soothingly. "Please. Eat."

You had to admit, the food looked incredible. You didn't even remember having this much stuff in your house. Had she brought things to make for you?

She continued to watch you as you poured yourself coffee, handed you the creamer when you reached for it but couldn't quite get your hands on it, piled your plate high with pancakes and bacon and hashbrowns and eggs and seemingly a million other things.

She continued to watch you as you ate and drank it all up.

It was the most satisfying meal you'd ever had, and as an Usher that was saying something. Your life had been full of rich and lavish meals.

As your stomach filled and your eating slowed and eventually came to a stop, your eyes drifted to the bouquet in front of you. "Why white?" you asked, dropping your chin to rest on your hand.

"Isn't it lovely?" she returned your question with her own.

"Yes," you answered simply, admiring the flowers.

"You're quite lonely, aren't you?" she asked, gently.

"Yes," you answered again, this time with a sigh. "My family, they..."

"Don't understand?"

"No." You sighed again.

"I do."

The woman rounded the island, coming to stand before you. Her hands were on you near instantly -- nothing too risqué, one was on your shoulder and one was on your neck -- but it was the most you'd been touched in at least a year, maybe even more. You melted into it, releasing another sigh as those hands squeezed you comfortingly.

This stranger -- this woman who'd brought you beautiful flowers and then broken into your home and made you the most luxurious meal you'd ever had...

Just with one electric touch, you wanted her. No. Needed her. You felt it -- knew it -- all the way down into your soul.

You were suddenly standing, and you weren't sure if you had moved on your own or if she had moved you, but ultimately it didn't matter. Her lips were on yours, fevered and desperate. Her hands were winding in your hair, guiding you nearer. Everything she did to you was so tender, so caring and loving. Even just her kiss was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before.

She pulled you into the bedroom, pushed you onto your bed, and rid you of your clothes. It had to have taken time -- at least a minute, surely, but it felt like only a moment passed.

And then she was kneeling at the side of the bed, delicately lifting your legs and guiding them to rest over her shoulders. "Be a good girl for me, will you?" she teased, her breath dancing over your slit and sending a spark of pleasure into your gut.

You weren't sure if she could see you nod, but you did it anyway.

"Good girls speak up," she admonished gently, and you realized that she'd pulled away.

"Y-yes," you whimpered, desperate for her.

You heard her chuckle from between your legs and felt an immediate sense of relief.

"What do you want, little lamb?" she asked, and her breath on your cunt made you squirm in need.

"Y-you," you answered, honestly. "I d-don't care how."

Another chuckle, this one strikingly darker than the last, emanated from between your legs and seemed to echo around the room. A mere moment later and you felt a hot, wet tongue tease at your folds. You cried out, hips rolling in a desperate bid for more. Forcefully, a hand came to rest over your belly, pressing you down into the bed with surprising strength. Just as you gasped from the shock of it, her tongue dipped into your cunt.

"Oh, God," you keened, hips twitching under her hand. "Please..."

"Little lamb, are you already close?" Her voice was teasing, and chased by a sweet kiss to your clit.

"N-no," you whined. You could feel her lips pulling up in a smirk. "... Maybe," you confessed, worried she'd stop.

"Good girl," she praised you, and it took all your willpower not to drop over the edge right then and there. "You're being so good for me. Would you like to cum?"

"Yes... please..."

"Such a good girl."

She buried her face in your pussy, then, tongue playing at your entrance and lapping across your clit in random intervals that had you writhing desperately for release. Each tiny tidbit of attention pushed you closer, and at some point she gave up on keeping you still, as her hands had moved from pinning your hips to the bed to wrapping amorously around your thighs. While her tongue did wonders with your pussy, her hands massaged gentle patterns into the thin and tender flesh of your inner thighs.

"Cum for me, little lamb," she whispered, but somehow you heard her.

Her hands trailed from your thighs and up your belly until they found your own. She twined her fingers with your own, giving them a squeeze in a silent offer of support as your orgasm built and built.

You took the offer, your hands all but clinging as your climax tore through you. Your back arched dramatically as a scream pealed from your throat. Your legs quaked and tensed around her head, and for a brief moment you were worried you might crush her skull with your thighs before the thought was chased away by her lips and tongue sucking at your clit.

"F-fuck... fuck!" you cried, sobbed even, unbelievable pleasure coursing through you in waves.

It took what felt like ages for you to come down.

She didn't pull away until your last weak twitches came to a stuttering halt. The only thing moving your body after a few minutes was the heavy panting breaths heaving your chest heavenward.

The woman crawled up on the bed with you, her body hovering over yours. With the light spilling over her back and casting the rest of her in shadow, she looked almost demonic... but you didn't mind.

The slight glint to her eyes, however, sent a terrified thrill right through you -- and straight down into your core.

She seemed to recognize the spark of arousal in your eyes, as her expression shifted from one of relaxed ardor to one of wicked understanding.

"Already up for round two?" she asked before planting a biting kiss to your cheek.

Your hips involuntarily bucked as a moan escaped your hoarse throat. "Y-yes," you responded through it.

"What an eager little lamb," she teased, the hand not supporting her body grazing over your skin lightly. It ran over your breast, sending another shock of pleasure down into the growing well in your core. Over your belly, causing the tender flesh there to ripple. Over your pubic bone. And, finally, her hand found its way to your already soaked cunt. Fingers teased your folds, gliding smoothly along the slit before they were plunged inside.

You were so wet that you easily took her first two fingers and could've taken a third if she'd so chosen to grace you with it. She must've figured, and you agreed, that the two were enough.

The pads pressed at your G-spot exploratorily. When you wailed in ecstasy and gave a sharp buck of your hips, the woman chuckled and drove her fingers back into that spot, harder. And as she did so, her thumb circled your clit.

It was a merciless tirade of stimulation. Already sensitive from the previous orgasm, it didn't take nearly as much to send you back over the edge -- but she didn't relent upon your second release.

"You're being such a good girl," she murmured into your lips as her fingers hammered your G-spot, over and over again. "Such a good girl. You've got one more for me, don't you?"

You were sobbing, aching from the overstimulation and her battering your cunt to heavenly oblivion.

"Y-yes," you wailed anyway.

She drove her fingers home once again, and your slick-drenched walls clenched weakly around her until you were in the throes of another orgasm.

You barely heard her praise as she pulled her hand out of your cunt.

Your arms were around her, desperately clinging, body shaking with sobs and residual twitches from the orgasmic flood she'd unleashed on you.

Gently, she shushed you, her arms soft and firm around you. It took a lot of coaxing, but eventually she managed to untangle you from her body and lay you to rest on your bed.

"Sleep now, little lamb."

And you did.

You woke to sharp pains roiling in your gut, and a pounding heart.

The woman seemed to know something was wrong. She didn't seem concerned, but she was at your side all the same, stroking your hair.

"It's all right," she was saying, but you could only just hear her over the sound of your heart beating with worrying, dizzying power in your chest. It was almost enough to drive you mad, if not for the stomach pains warring for your attention.

"It's all right," she repeated.

You were going to be sick.

You managed to sit up before the feeling overwhelmed you. The woman pulled you to her chest, and didn't seem at all bothered when you released a torrent of half-digested breakfast foods all over her back.

"That's it," she cooed, stroking your back comfortingly.

You were not comforted.

"Wh-what--" You couldn't even finish your thought as another wave of intense nausea swamped your senses, driving you to heave yet more of the contents of your stomach over her shoulder.

"Don't worry," she said with a sigh. "It'll be over soon."

You weren't sure which part of this she meant. It certainly didn't feel like the vomiting would be over soon -- if anything, it felt like maybe that would go on forever. It was nonstop, even after you were sure there was nothing left for you to expel.

And your heart -- it continued to hammer away, showing no signs of settling. In fact, you were pretty sure that it was getting worse.

"I-I need--" You whimpered, pulling out of her embrace. Wobbly legs struggled to support you, but you somehow managed to stand and, using the walls for support, you made your way to the kitchen where you'd left your phone.

You heard the woman's padding footsteps behind you, following dutifully -- or, maybe more accurately, curiously.

You just made it to the island when your legs gave out, and she was right there to catch you, to keep you standing.

"It's okay," she said again.

"Wh-what did you d-do?" you barely managed before a wave of nausea sent you into a fit of dry heaves. She held you through it, keeping you afloat both physically and mentally.

"Only what you wanted. What you needed."

It was then, as your eyes glanced up, that you saw the bare stems laying on the counter, the handful of delicate white flowers littered around them -- the suspicious gaps in the bouquet where the flowers should've been.

"Amazing, isn't it?" she asked. You couldn't answer. Your heart -- you swore it was only seconds away from breaking out of your ribcage -- or bursting. "That such a pretty little flower could be so devastatingly lethal."

You whimpered, hands grasping at her arms as the realization of your impending death struck you.

"It's okay," she repeated again, stroking your hair lovingly. "Isn't this what you wanted?" There was no judgement in her voice, no cruelty and no pity. All along, she really had understood. "You've always craved freedom -- from your family, from the torment of your own existence." Your legs finally lost all use, and even she couldn't keep you standing anymore. You were lowered gently to the floor, held so tenderly in her arms. "Today you wear these chains, but tomorrow? You shall be fetterless."

"Tomorrow I shall be fetterless," you repeated, relief flooding your voice as the edges of unconsciousness closed in on your vision. The last thing you saw was her, and the last thing you heard was the stilling of your heart.

[codename-mom]

Good news

Summary: Kate has learnt that she is pregnant with Chris' child and she now has to tell her superior. But she has no idea how he would react to the news.

Characters: Kate Callahan, Aaron Hotchner, JJ and Derek Morgan

Contents: TW well, pregnancy and that's all, I guess

This is a text written for the KidFic CM challenge organized by @imagining-in-the-margins.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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Kate had learned the day before that she was pregnant with Chris' child. After years of fruitless efforts, their unions were finally successful. It didn't necessarily come at the best of times, since she'd just joined the BAU, but she couldn't help rejoicing at the news. Except that this was accompanied by an obligatory step that she was somewhat dreading: she had to tell her superior. And if there was one thing she was unable to determine at this hour, it was how he would react to her statement. She would have liked to ask JJ, but that would have tipped her off and she preferred to do things in order: first her boss, then the rest of the team.

She stood in front of his office door – still open – and knocked timidly, sticking her head through the crack. As usual, the giant was immersed in reading a file as if he'd been there for hours – which was probably the case.

“Hello, Hotch.”

“Hello, Kate,” he answered, rising his head.

“May I bother you for a moment?”

“Of course,” he said, shuting the pouch and inviting her to come closer.

She took a deep breath and entered the room before moving towards the desk under the inquisitive eye of the tenant. She did her best to hide her concern, but it was hard to escape the sharp gaze of an experienced profiler.

“I don't like that expression, he said, frowning. What’s going on?”

She took advantage of the time she spent sitting in the chair to breathe deeply and calm her panicked heartbeat. She kept telling herself that he wasn't going to eat her alive.

“I… I've got something to tell you,” she stammered, still in awe of the titan in the suit.

“Good news, I hope?”

“Well, it depends on your reaction.”

He took in the reflection with an even more perplexed air.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m pregnant.”

She had decided to get straight to the point so as not to get lost in a long, pointless speech and prolong this stressful moment. The bomb had now been dropped, and Hotch's attitude reassured her on the spot. His scowl immediately gave way to a discreet but sincere smile.

“Is it true?” he asked, his face completely relaxed.

“Yes,” she confirmed, feeling all her muscular tension disappear.

She was relieved to see him take it so well. 

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” she said, her cheeks reddening.

But his eyebrows furrowed again:

“Why should I have taken it the wrong way?”

“Because at some point I'm going to have to leave. Even momentarily, she argued, aware that her remark might have been hurtful. And that means you'll have to find a replacement for me, which means more work for you.”

“If that's all, I'm used to it, he retorted in a harmless tone. No, really, congratulations again to you and Chris.”

“I have to admit that it's come at us out of the blue, but it's great news.”

They had more or less made up their minds about the possibility of one day becoming parents, and now the miracle had happened. Discreetly, without making a fuss, the planets had aligned, and the process was now underway. She now prayed that no incident would tarnish their happiness.

“Does Meg know?” continued Hotch, apparently curious.

Kate's smile suddenly tightened.

“Uh… yes.”

“I have a feeling she didn't appreciate it.”

She sighed, unmasked. She hadn't set out to discuss the only shadow in the picture, but figured this was ultimately the perfect opportunity to open on the subject. As her opposite is a family man himself, he might be able to advise her on the right course of action.

“Not really, no. She knows she's not our biological child; we've never hidden that from her. She is “only” my niece. The arrival of this baby is…”

“She fears being replaced.”

It wasn't even a question, as the answer was so obvious.

“Yes, she asserted all the same. But this is absurd! I've always looked after her as if she were my own daughter. Yes, I didn't carry her in my belly or give birth to her, but I'd take a bullet for her without the slightest hesitation.”

She meant it. Ever since she'd adopted her, Meg had been everything to her. She loved her deeply and would show her fangs as soon as someone dared to hurt her, as if she were completely of her blood. But the teenager didn't see it that way, and Kate was worried about this epidermal rejection. 

“It's true that we'll probably spend more time with the baby, but not because we'll love her any less.  It's just that they won't be self-sufficient while she's thirteen, she said, unraveling her thoughts aloud. That doesn't mean we're going to kick her out.”

“Did you tell her all this?”

“She didn't give me the opportunity to do so. She braced herself right away and refuses to listen to me.”

She had just had time to make the announcement before the girl had leapt from her chair and gone to lock herself in her bedroom. She had then rebuffed all her attempts to approach her until she no longer responded at all to her calls through the door. This morning, she'd burst into the kitchen with her face closed and dodged their embrace to prepare breakfast in her own corner. She had glared at them when they tried to resume the dialogue, stopping them dead in their tracks. It was Chris who had taken charge of driving her to school, and he'd been no luckier on the journey. Contact had obviously broken down between them. 

“How long has she known?”

“Since yesterday.”

“Give her time to digest, Hotch calmly recommended. Even so, she's just learned that she's going to have to share all the attention she's received so far from you two, with a miniature human being.”

Kate completely knew why her niece reacted the way she did, but she found it hard to accept. Without knowing why, she had imagined that she would join them in rejoicing at this expansion of the family. Instead, she clammed up in silence, rejecting all their proposals for concerted action. A behavior that both saddened and hurt her. Meg was as important to her as her unborn child and losing her was inconceivable.

“Perhaps you could advise me on what I could do or say to her?”

“Oh, I'm afraid I'm in no position for that exercise,” objected the director immediately.

“Why?”

She knew he wasn't an only child and had hoped that his experience as the eldest sibling could guide her in finding the right words. It was intriguing that he should certify that he couldn't support her.

“Due to a chaotic family context, I took the arrival of my little brother very badly, he began justifying himself; and it's extremely unlikely that Jack will ever have a little brother or sister.”

“Oh. Yes, indeed, she understood better. We'll have to think about it some more then.”

“Sorry,” he apologized frankly.

Kate swayed her head to let him know it didn't matter. At least, she tried.

“Uh… can I ask you a favor?” she continued, a little hesitantly.

“Go on.”

“Would you mind not telling the others for the time being? I would like to tell them myself.”

It was news so dear to her heart that she wanted to share it with her colleagues as soon as possible, without any intermediaries. After her protégée's negative reaction, she needed positive feedback from other people who mattered to her to counterbalance it.

“No problem, agreed Hotch without struggling. A word of advice: tell Garcia last, or she'll tell the whole floor for you.”

“Noted,” she said with a smile.

And, as expected, she had alerted the rest of the team shortly afterwards as they crowded into the meeting room to discuss a new case. The agents congratulated her warmly and hugged her, joy lighting up their faces. She had felt a surge of energy rise within her, galvanized by these embraces and comforting words. So, she looked radiant as she sat in the back of the SUV on its way to the airport. Morgan took the wheel and JJ sat next to him.

“By the way, how come Hotch let me go with you?” she suddenly realized.

“What did you expect? Being tied to a chair?” joked Derek, looking at her through the center mirror.

“No, but he could prohibit me from going out into the field and confine me to administrative tasks.”

It was what she'd expected from him, anyway.

“He's already tried it and I think he's caught that you can't fight a pregnant woman. Especially when armed,” added the ex-policeman, hilariously.

“He tried with who?”

“Me, JJ logically denounced herself. I was on the team when I got pregnant with Henry and, as you said, initially he wanted me to stay at Quantico. But I managed to make him understand that I wasn't disabled, but pregnant, and that I'd be able to judge for myself what limits I shouldn't cross.”

The wiry blonde had quite a temper, so she immediately imagined the tug-of-war that must have taken place between the two that day.

“And he agreed?”

“He was a little grumpy for a few hours…”

“A few days,” corrected the driver.

“… but he agreed.”

That was nice to hear. She herself had no desire to sit behind a desk while her counterparts went out into the field.

“Well, I also think I was helped by the fact that I was a liaison officer at the time, so not necessarily on the front line. But he has been relatively cool.”

“By Hotchian standards,” said Morgan, mockingly.

Which wasn't automatically good news. The agency head may have been very forthcoming about some things, but he was uncompromising about others, and negotiation was impossible. He stuck to his guns and turned a deaf ear to everything he was told, no matter how strong the arguments.  

“That's reassuring,” she commented, disconcerted.

“But be careful, JJ challenged her, because in terms of protective instinct, he's going to the next level with you.”

Kate widened her eyelids in surprise.

“Because there is a next level?”

“Oh, yes!” trumpeted the pair, in chorus.

She soon realized that, behind his cantankerous exterior, Hotch hid a man who was particularly attentive to the well-being of his troops. He watched over them like a lioness protects her cubs, regularly checking on their health and spirits. She'd been very unsettled at first, but then, when she saw that her peers weren't paying any more attention than that, she realized that he was used to it. And even though he and Derek often went to each other’s throat, in truth he made no distinction of age or gender. All profilers were within his reach and deserved the same attention. She had, however, noticed a slight bias towards Spencer and Penelope, whom he brooded over even more than the others.

“How does it work?" she wanted to know, intrigued.

“If you don't want paramedic to arrive, avoid sneezing when he's around.”

Kate opened her mouth to retort to JJ's statement, unable to decide whether she was exaggerating or not, but found nothing to object to and burst out laughing in unison with her teammates.

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And this is my last entry for the KidFic CM challenge. /o/

Actually, I have written another text, a pretty long one, but I'm not fond of the result and don't have time for translation right now. So, it's all set.

I don't write much thing about Kate era to be honest, so I hope I had the character well.

Enjoy!

[prettyprincessluna]

Two is a Pair, but Three is a Zero .

Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Applejack, Twilight, and Spike were sat in Fluttershy's cottage,

"Twilight....are you SURE this isn't you just...Twilighting ? Anypony could be just dressed up early for Halloween or something !-"

"Rainbow Dash i'm serious ! I know what I saw with my own two eyes ! Me and Applejack were at the castle last night reading an ancient book ! It must be true we have to warn Princess-"

"She's gone. They're all gone. The magic and harmony has faded, and every pony fights for theirself."

A pony walked out from the shadow's, the window behind them seen open. Sunset Shimmer wore a worried expression, ..

"The portal was open...and something wasn't right in my world. After I came to this one, suddenly the portal....shattered. It glowed an aqua blue before it did, like somepony was there. Waiting to break it...?"

Time passed, the ponies just chatting to pass time. And not to worry too much. They were scared, but assured when Twilight said it would be resolved as long as they had each other.

Right . . ?

Twilight and Sunset sat together, in the library. They tried to see what cause the virus. No, not the goo.... It couldn't be. The story was unclear now that Twilight thought about it. They just have to dig. Deep. Where did all the magic go. Was this Discord's idea ? Is King Sombra back ? Was it even safe to see where Pinkie and Rarity were ? Are THEY safe ? How fast does the infect spread ? There's just so much to be asked, but none were answered to Sunset's or Twilight's expectations.

The text in books just went off topic, or around in circles. They. Need. Answers. They need to protect Equestria.

TWILIGHT. Needs to protect Equestria. It's what the Princess's would've done.

"Twilight we've been doing this for hours and none of these stupid books are even coming CLOSE to what we're searching for !"

"We just need to look harder-"

"Please !"

"We are in danger!-"

"TWILIGHT!"

The mare's yell echoed throughout the castle walls, and Twilight dropped the book in her magic's grasp, wings curling at the sides of her.

"....Will you just listen to me? Please? We need to rest, too. Equestria can wait. Don't put too much pressure and youself. After all, you have friends to help. We just need to take a break and then get some sleep, okay?"

Sunset set her book down on the ground slowly with the rest of the tall pile, walking up to Twilight.

"The ponies you have now aren't going anywhere but by your side."

Twilight tucked her wings in, smiling and covering the blush on her face with a hoof.

"I...I guess you're right. I've been stressing about the princesses...that I haven't been taking care of myself."

A quick hug exchanged between the two mares, and they walk out to the main room with everyone else to sleep for the night.

...Luna?

Twilight thought as she opened her eyes, a dark figure towering over her still half asleep state. It was Luna...but...why was she 'woken up'?

"Twilight...You must hurry! I can see beyond your eyes, and Starlight Glimmer has returned! She was in this dream! I don't know how...but she must have the TANTABUS of mine to do this...!"

"Luna...! What do you mean-!"

"TWILIGHT!"

"GAH!"

Twilight hopped up suddenly shooting a magic beam with reflex and barely missing Spike. Suddenly it reverted the other way with a blue aura. Starlight...

"Looks like i'll have to ruin your pretty little castle, PRINCESS!"

Starlight laughed and came out the dark, hair flowing like Princess Luna's. She had a longer purple watery horn just like..!-

"THE TANTABUS!"

Every pony was speechless. Starlight had a shit eating grin, Luna's TANTABUS holder around her neck. And...Trixie..?! With the Bewitching Bell...! This isnt good...no, not at all...

@silverpool4

[spiritblossoming]

rereading hall of shame (and easter eggs)

"the" damwon guild (skull emoji)

scout "resets" on the rift. i'm 99% sure that was supposed to be "rests". haha funny reset joke though

"Even if the sensors somehow missed it, I would have." this kind of works in context but it sounds fucking goofy

"I hated the idea of being like Viper, screaming myself awake every night." but he doesnt,,,,,,,,, he doesnt sleep at,,,,,,,,,, [look. i hadn't figured out Viper's Deal back then.]

"even Viper has a tear trailing down his cheek" dude... viper rly was supposed to be this stoic ass motherfucker wasn't he... and now he just has Trauma lmfao crazy how the world works

"Scout does the math on his fingers. “I think that checks out.”" DUDE THATS LIKE 10 APHELIOSES (wait actually i think this was an intentional reference bc i did the calculation on how much of an aphelios that was)

keria picks up guma's call with his words slurred from sleep or something but then he later says he was still awake?? cant tell if this is a consistency thing

“It’s telling me that 2022 is our year,” no,,,,, no it is not,,,,,

noctum is not black. it's silvery blue. thank u aryasage for finding my clownery as usual. listen,,, it's a METAPHOR GUYS,,,,, YEAH,,, PLANNED

"I dropped out of high school, so give me a break." so did faker jojo you ain't special

"“Holy fuck,” Razork says the second he finishes. Danny’s heart skips a beat as he waits for him to finish. The jungler runs his hand through his hair again. “That’s exactly what I was thinking of.”" there's an alternate scene where he says "that's exactly not what i was thinking of" or something, the more u know

Humanoid's TF ult cooldown will become a bit of an aneurysm causer for me later down the line.

I was gonna do regional differences (with koreans saying "void wastes" and north americans saying "void wilds") but I forgot about that so

in giafbot, there's a line where the only thing on it is the letter i and a quotation mark. and a period. i hate it.

I."

"his body wreathed in shadows as he flies through the halls" fucking coward say he's flying through the walls

how fast did they get the fucking statues for the tsm memorial? that shit takes time! unless they had them sitting around Just in Case???

when texting guma, oner capitalizes faker's name but not keria's, and that is OUT OF CHARACTER ASF. NO WAY HE CAPITALIZES FAKER

grounded guma is allowed to have zeus as a chaperone. imagine asking someone younger than you to chaperone you just to get food

guma: hates damwon for losing msi and worlds 2-3

also guma: does the same thing [PAIN]

"That was supposed to be me, Gumayusi finally manages to think above the noise." faker has to think this about keria getting skewered too!

"“What were you thinking?” He squawks," u fool. u absolute buffoon. u do not capitalize that h.

btw sboualh's on-crack summary style is incredible i love it (pats own back)

"despite being fired by someone who has a grand total of half an arm" this is projection

"(btw remember when i said it wasn't T1's year?? guma and keria heard me talking shit)" [PAIN]

the fact I did actual MATH to come up with guma's score... couldn't tell you what it was though

...so did I not have a consistent way of indicating people were talking through their communicators? k great I hate it

I fucking forgot that TSM and DIG headquarters are next to each other didn't I

spica and bjergsen were really about to break the summoner's code just to kill neo for disrespecting their bro

why are there weird spaces between italics and stuff I hate that

referring to spica as ming confused the shit out of me because yes that's his name but also like. rng ming exists. my brain nearly exploded on that reread.

the tone shift in chapter 2 of eticmealloyr kills me,,, we're doing this quiet night reflection and then BOOM IMPACT SHATTERING TACTICALS LEG

"But Biofrost spent way too long expecting to be a doctor to not at least learn a bit of healing magic." IS THIS A FUCKING ASIAN UPBRINGING JOKE I CANTTT

spica's interaction with bb is the same as meiko's with viper and im gonna die mad about that

I DID A DOUBLE SPACE NAH

I almost asked why the TSM squad had to walk out to the teleportation circle instead of driving before I remembered spica's tweets as he learned to drive...

spica's beliefs about death are very asian but idk if that makes sense in-universe

I say a whole army of Summoners attends perkz's wedding but i made the guest list and boy was that an exaggeration

...danny should not be fighting rn

DOUBLE PERIOD WHEN CAT MEIKO IS HOLDING ON,,, I HATE THIS TOWN

why the fuck did I hyphenate mid-laner only once

does faker laugh at berserker being humble because he's used to having the cockiest ad carry in the world...

I like how I capitalize JackeyLove's name right but not Showmaker's. It's not happening. I do what I want. For example I capitalize BeryL properly because the man is a massive L

doublelift rly had to be SOOOO VAGUE

....showmaker's R cooldown is even shorter than humanoid's holy shit (then again he's a world champion so it's fine guys haha it's fiiiine)

"What's with this guy and answering questions with more questions." That should be a question mark... unless it's a bad haha funnie about purposefully NOT making it a question???

I'm pretty sure both meiko and spica have questioned viper's pronoun game with the same phrase. haha parallels guys! haha yeah!

when healing deft, keria tells him to stfu like twice in one minute

deokdam inviting viper to the festival sounds... sus.

I had to do it to make it seem serious, but it doesn't change the fact that ale types in complete sentences for the emergency alert

[bluetooththereptile]

Unwanted embrace (part 4)

Yandere batfamily x neglected reader

(Gif by unknown)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is continuation of this post)

Note: here's the promised part 4!

Tw: Mentions of past weightloss, injuries, and death

"Y-you know doing something reckless makes your situation worse right?" The taxi driver studdered as he drove as fast he could, his hands trembling as he tried to make the wheel remain steady. He looked at the mirror, watching the person in a large hoodie that had pointed a knife to his side for the 10th time since the time they had jumped into his car, not knowing why he had gotten into that situation. He was just vibing with the music on the radio when suddenly the door of his car was opened with brutal force and a hunched, wet figure shoved themselves into the backseat and pointed a knife towards his face, their face covered by a scarf.

"Look straight dumbass!" You hissed, not believing your voice. The once energetic voice had lost its power and seemed more like a ghost's. Your heartbeat was so fast that you thought that poor piece of meat was going to leap out of your throat and end your misery. "W-where do you want to go?" The driver asked "Robert Kane Bridge..." you said as you pushed the knife to his coat harder, making him gasp in shock as he quickened the speed of the car. He had seen the dried blood on your hands you were dangerous and he didn't want to lose his life so he rode in the heavy rain.

The silence was interrupted by the sound of rain on the windows and the driver's quick breaths, but you were too busy processing the last few hours that you didn't bother noticing them. You had escaped! You reminded yourself, but your mind couldn't believe it. You were miles away from that damned manor, away from your glass cage in the Batcave, away from the clutches of your family! But still, your stomach clenched in worry, you knew they were after you, even Dick's state couldn't stop them.

Remembering Dick you looked down at your hands, they were red with blood, just like the knife you had managed to steal from Jayson. You still could feel his hot breaths on your wet cheeks as he panted, gritting his teeth as you shoved the knife deeper into his body. It was his fault, he shouldn't have tried to startle you when you were fleeing the Manor, he should have stayed in that damned cave! His voice echoed in your mind as you gulped.

"Such a c-caring sibling you are! You don't want me dead even now huh?" That delusional bastard chuckled as he dropped to the floor with his hand on his side. You had stabbed him in a place that had less chance of death, he could survive till the ambulance would arrive, the alarms in the Batcave were already on so they were on the way already. You came back to reality when the coldness of your saggy wet clothes got to you, making you tremble.

You looked at your reflection in the car's mirror, you couldn't recognize those eyes, terrified and hollow, you had turned into something you hated the most; a criminal. But it was your family's fault! If that had let you go away, none of that would've happened! If they had just let you go on with your own life ignoring you like the rest of your life, none of that would have happened! Your skinny fingers clenched around the knife handle, already getting tired, how come you had become so weak? You thought to yourself, only to be reminded of your state, you had lost 60 pounds since the time you were captured,  your whole muscle mass had shrunk away, and the only thing that kept you alive was the rush of adrenaline in your body.

"What the hell is that?" The driver asked, panicked by the loud sound of a powerful engine, making you panic as well. You knew that sound very well. Soon the huge shadow of the batmobile appeared on the other side of the street. "Drive faster you idiot!" You screamed, body shaking like you were hit by an electric shock. The driver opened his mouth to tell you he couldn't go faster or he was going to lose his control on the wheel when several hooks jabbed their way into the car's side, tilting it, the driver turned the wheel, to get away from whatever that was pulling on the car. You wanted to applause for the guy's bravery, but your mind was distracted by the fact that he lost control of the wheel, and the car moved on its own, falling to the side.

Your forehead bumped into the window and a piece of glass cut it open, but it was not going to stop you, the rush of adrenaline was still keeping you away from giving in. You poked your head out of the broken window, it was hard to see in the dark when it was raining, but you could see the large silhouettes of Red hood and batman as they came off of the vehicle. If you thought you were screwed when you had punched Tim in the face to get a chance of getting away from your cage, now it was tripled as the two giants walked toward the car.

You wiggled your way out of the car, running to the Bridge that was a hundred feet away. You could hear Jason's hard boots smack to the ground as he ran after you, making you gasp in fear, your body not being able to breathe properly because of the scarf on your face, you pulled it off as you tried to run faster, panting as you tried to keep your steps steady. You didn't know how, but you reached the bridge, it was empty at that time, that was why you had chosen to go there in the first place. Now reaching your destination you turned around with your knife in hand.

But your face was greeted with Jason's hard punch that made you nearly fall onto the floor, you stabbed his helmet with the knife as you tried to get away from him, who growled your name over and over as he tried to pull the knife off of his helmet. You were given a second chance, so you got up as fast as you could, walking to the edge of the bridge. "Y/N!" Bruce's shouting didn't stop you, you could hear him get closer, so you turned around to give him a victorious grin before you jumped off the bridge, falling into the water.

Your fragile body fell into the water, but you didn't struggle, you had lost all of your energy to even try to stop the suffocating feeling of being choked by water. Your body temperature fell quickly, and before you could go a few feet deep in, you were nearly unconscious. You couldn't feel but Bruce had jumped into the water as well, reaching out to you, pulling your body to the surface. "Y/N!" He desperately said as he watched eyelids open slightly, slapping your face to make you come back to reality, but your body had decided to fail him, and you grew limp in his arms.

When Bruce came out of the water, he was silent, holding your body tightly against his chest. Jason was there waiting for him, but he didn't ask any questions, he knew what had happened. "Call Ra's..." Bruce said as he wrapped his cape around your lifeless body, and Jason didn't question him, which was unusual. He knew what was going to happen but he didn't want to lose the chance of having you back, for any price, even if it meant losing your sanity.

[princessozera]

Gloves

GN!MC (they/them, 2nd ppov)

Word count: 606

"Okay, text me if you need anything. I'll be right back- Cruella de Vil."

"She wears red opera gloves- just admit you're running out of ideas."

"No."

Lucifer sighs again as you close the door behind you, jogging to get to the gates before Levi leaves for the store without you. This little game of yours had started last week after watching a movie analysis video. You'd been zoned out for most of the 2 hours, but one tidbit had caught your attention- people who wear gloves are often hiding secrets, and gloves are often worn by villains. Even after knowing him for this long, you couldn't ever remember seeing Lucifer without the gloves, so at dinner that night you'd called him "Elsa" . The mix of confusion and slight panic at not knowing what you meant was too good to give up so you continued.

It took him 4 days to figure out the glove connection (it was the "mickey mouse" that pushed it over), but you decided to stick to the bit, switching to only villains. It irritated him more than the 'mickey mouse' jab, but he still hadn't outright complained. And yeah he was right, there's only so many gloved villains you could name without starting to say "Bond villain #37 -", so you were going to make these last few count.

It had been a quiet night of studying in his room while he did paperwork, but it was getting late and you still had to shower. So you toss everything into a pile and head to Lucifer's desk.

"Good night, Prince Hans of the southern isles. Oh woe is me, my lover- a traitor! After my castle! Using gloves to conceal his identity when attempting to murder my sister!" Ok, yeah. Maybe you should have dropped the bit a week ago. You start to leave, but Lucifer calls out to you.

"MC-"

You wince- leather hitting you square in the eyes as you turned back to look at him. You were about to complain when you noticed he had hit you with his gloves.

And then you catch sight of his hands.

Even in this light, with shadows across them, you could see it all clearly. Lucifer watches you come around the desk to stand next to him, allowing you to take his hand into yours. He's quiet as you inspect it. Strong, pale fingers with perfect dark red nails- Asmo's handiwork. Calluses on his palm and fingers where he gripped his pens too tightly, one of them down the center - probably from the rope after tying Mammon up so often. You even noticed the way his fingerprints looped and arched.

And the scars.

So many scars.

You run your fingers over them, and as your eyes adjust to looking at his hand, you start to notice even paler- faded scars underneath the newer ones. There was no way to tell how or when he got them, but for them to still be visible the damage must have been deep. 4 in particular catch your eye, although they're the lightest yet- only a shade or two darker than his actual skin.

Along his pointer finger, the middle finger, and as you follow the two on his thumb circle around to his palm you realize why you recognize them. They're a perfect mirror to the ones you'd gotten during the play. All those nights training with a sword for the performance, either practicing the steps or fighting a Lucifer stand in. It had only been a fun game then. For Lucifer's to be this old-

"I don't have any secrets. Not with you."

[lilithdahobbit]

Two Lives P5 (Adrian Chase/Vigilante Fic)

part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4  part 5(you’re here!)  part 6  part 7  part 8  part 9  part 10  part 11  part 12  part 13  part 14  part 15  part 16  part 17  part 18  part 19  part 20 part 21/22(end)

You wake up to see Adrian had rolled over in the night and he is now facing you. The first thing you see when you open your eyes is Adrian's sleeping face. His mouth is hanging open and he is drooling slightly. His nightgown had twisted and rolled every time he moved in the night so it is now more of a lopsided crop top sitting just above his belly button.

You grin, you wouldn't have asked to see anything else this morning. You gently lift Adrian's arm that was wrapped around you before groaning and rolling over to grab your phone from your nightstand. You lie on your back, blindly slapping your hand all over the nightstand before you come to the conclusion that it is out in the living room.

You stretch your arms as you walk out of the room, careful to not wake sleeping beauty. You pick up your phone from the table and turn it on to see the time. The moment you see it your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. 11:00 am it reads. You were supposed to meet Chris at 10:00. You brace yourself and grab your burner phone from the bag sitting on the table. 10 missed calls and 12 texts. You don't take the time to read them or listen to any voice mails. You immediately dial Chris back, nervously pacing as you wait for him to answer.

"What the fuck, dude!?" He answers.

You cringe at his yelling and hold the phone away from your ear just in case he decided to continue. He doesn't, so you place it back and respond. "I am so sorry Chris, I...I got caught up in something. I can head over as soon as I get some things figured out."

"You mean someone." He corrects you.

You tense your jaw, "Yes. Someone." you spoke through your teeth.

"Forget it, I'll just call Vig."

"No, no don't do that. He earned this day off. I'll figure it out."

"Figure what out?" you hear Adrian's groggy voice and you could swear your heart somehow dropped lower than your gut. You turn to face where his voice came from and you see him rubbing his eyes, hair sticking out in every direction.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"A few seconds, I heard you talking to someone and it woke me up. What do you need to figure out?"

All you could think were three simple thoughts. 1. Adrian was adorable in the morning, 2. Chris is not gonna be happy, and 3. You can imagine the little person in your brain frantically running around screaming and yelling, desperately trying to think of how to solve this.

"I had plans to hang out with a friend today." You blurt out. You were hoping Chris had something to say, something to tell you to say, but he stays silent. He is trying to listen to Adrian.

"Cancel it."

"What?" You and Chris say in unison.

"Why not? We never share a day off together, it's always nights. I wanna see you in daylight. It's not like you're calling in for work..."

"It is actually very similar to calling in for work, hand me over." Chris said, demanding he talk with Adrian.

You thought about what they both had said while looking at Adrian still trying to wake up, and listening to Chris threaten him. Chris was right, it was like calling in for work. It was allowed. You were allowed to call in at Fennel Fields despite them having no one to cover, why couldn't you do the same here? "Can you give us some privacy, Adrian?"

"I gotta go find my clothes anyway." He mumbles before making his way back to the room. You wait until you hear the door click shut and you run out the front door, in hopes your insulation was enough to muffle you from him.

"Shadow, you can't possibly be considering what he said, he sounds like an idiot."

"Chris it's a Wednesday."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"When have you ever heard of someone committing a major crime here on a Wednesday?"

He pauses for a moment, "So you think I should deal with it all alone."

"No. What I think is that we should just call in. All of us. We can keep an eye and ear out for anything serious but otherwise, we just hang out."

"I'm already in my uniform, Shadow."

"Yeah and I'm in my pajamas, Chris, what do you want me to do about it?"

"You seriously wanna do this?"

"Yes." You say without even thinking.

"Damn, that guy better have the best goddamn dick in the universe."

"It's always dicks with you, isn't it? Don't answer that." You sigh, relieved that he isn't incredibly upset. "I promise to work with you two tomorrow, but today, just smoke some pot and...god I don't know, do whatever you do. Fuck a hot chick, or guy, whatever." You hear your neighbor leave their place to get the mail. You force a smile and wave before heading back inside, sure you were done saying anything Adrian shouldn't hear.

"Yeah, you have fun with Mr. I Sound Like a Fucking Nerd. Hope he's at least a mediocre lay, otherwise, I'd be incredibly disappointed in you and your choices."

"Fuck off, Chris."

"Aw love you too." You roll your eyes and hang up, making sure to stuff the phone back in your bag before Adrian knocks from inside the bedroom.

"Can I come out now?"

"Yes, Adrian, you can come out." You sit down on the couch.

"Who's Chris?"

"My friend. That's all."

"You're friends with Christopher Smith? Peacemaker?"

"You realize there are other Chrises in this town right?"

"Yeah but none that sound like that over the phone."

"You are incredibly nosy sometimes you know that?"

He sits next to you, "You're the one who has stuck with me for the last few years without complaint. Not my fault."

You sigh, "I have complained, several times."

"Yeah. But you never mean it."

You subtly roll your eyes, "Yes, I know Chris aka Peacemaker."

"Do you know his best friend Vigilante?"

You slowly turn your head to face him, "Where the hell did you hear that Vigilante is his best friend?"

He fidgets in his seat, "Just something from down the grapevine."

You watch him for a moment, wondering what about your question made him uncomfortable. You eventually lean back on the couch, resting your head, "Well who knows, you're his 'biggest fan' after all. Maybe you'd know better than me."

"He said that?" He asked hopefully.

"No, Adrian. I just deduced it from the fact that he is literally on your list of obsessions you showed me a few weeks after we met. I can guarantee he is not on anyone else's list...at least not that high up." You stand back up, "Anyway, I gotta get dressed and walk you back to your car."

"I thought we were gonna hang out?"

"We are. Once you change into clean clothes at your place." You open the door to your room and you are reminded of the mess you had left for yourself. "And once I toss the sheets in the washer."

You hear Adrian snort as he tries to hold back a laugh, "Yeah we kinda got a little too into things last night to notice."

"One of these days I'm gonna stain your sheets and you won't be laughing." You jest.

"Oh please. I want you to try to stain my sheets like I stained yours."

"Are you seriously challenging me to a literal fuck off?" You giggle through your words.

"No. I am saying that until proven otherwise, you've already lost the fuck off."

You gasp dramatically, "Well now you've doomed yourself. You have no idea what I have waited forever to do to you." You menacingly point at him while saying that final word before breaking your straight face with a grin, "Be back soon."

You shut the door behind you and lean against it, finally able to try and take the time to process what happened. You just slept with your best friend. You called in to what you always considered your obligation to society before now. You were actually flirting with your best friend and not just playfully teasing him. You have no idea what was coming next and it excites you more than anything. You shake your head from an overload of elation and let out a tiny squeal before going to your dresser and grabbing fresh street clothes. You decide to put on a light jacket, just in case it was a cold walk.

After getting dressed you start picking up the various articles of clothing strew across the room. You notice a few spots of blood on your shirt, leftovers from the tussle last night. You pick them up along with your sheets and call for Adrian. "What's up?" He immediately opens the door.

"Were you waiting outside the door the whole time?"

"Only for the last minute or so...I got bored."

"Can you grab that?" motioning your head to the pants still sitting on your shelf. He grabs them and sets them on top of the pile in your arms.

You make your way to the washer and drop the sheets in and start up the wash cycle. Without facing him you say, "I need you to check your clothes for any blood from last night. I might have to wash it out for you."

"El, please, I've been in enough fights to know how to avoid getting bloody." You look at his jacket and find multiple blood spots within a second.

You pinch the bloodied area and hold it, "Really?"

He looks down at where you grip his jacket, he guiltily smiles, "Guess you might have to be my personal stain remover now too..."

You take off his jacket and throw it in the pile you made of your clothes and begin circling him to look for any more blood, hand gliding across him as you do so. You can feel him tense up a small bit, he still isn't used to you touching him this much. His face flares up as you do so and he desperately tries to think of anything else to pale himself again.

You finish your orbit around him and look at his face and curl your lips in to try to hold back a smile. He is beet red and you can see in his eyes that he really was hoping you wouldn't notice. "You never got that red last night. I just did the equivalent of patting you down, how the hell do you survive airports?"

"Well usually the attendants aren't as handsome as you. Sorry I'm still not accustomed to...well you." He shoves his hands in his pockets.

"If it makes you feel any better...neither am I."

"I don't want you to think this is because I don't get action...because I do. It's just-"

"Different. I get it."

You wash the bloodied clothes in the sink with some hydrogen peroxide and cold water, preparing them for the washer. Adrian wanders your living room out of impatience and an inability to stay still. He messes with a few decorations as he does.

"How do you know how to get blood out of clothes?" He had come up behind you, looking over your shoulder.

You think about how to answer, you can't just say you know because you do it constantly for Chris and yourself. "I grew up being perceived as a woman, Adrian. You learn a lot of things that way. Like how to get blood out of pants." It wasn't a lie, it just wasn't a full truth either. You think you're going to need to get used to doing that from here on out. You shuffle your feet a bit, the idea of having to not tell him major things about your life made you uncomfortable.

He hesitates for a moment before laying his chin on your shoulder and kissing your cheek. "Thank you for cleaning my mess." He whispers into your ear. Your stomach flutters and you melt a bit under him. You decide that it's worth it to be uncomfortable about keeping things from him if this was the outcome of that. He keeps his head there for a moment before speaking up again, "You're really short."

You exhale through your nose, "Good observation, Adrian." You turn on the faucet and flick some water at his face, making him step away and vocalize his slight discomfort with having a partially wet face. You chuckle and wring out the clothes and bring them over to the laundry closet.

As you finish starting the washer with a small load of clothes you hear Adrian shout from the kitchen, "Can we go now?"

You peek your head out, "You'll be leaving your jacket here!"

"Isn't it the partner's job to steal jackets and hoodies and such?"

You meet him back in the kitchen, "Since when am I your partner?"

His face twists with regret, "I meant in a coworker, platonic way....?"

"What kind of platonic coworkers partners have you had?"

"Ones that steal my jackets?" He tries to save himself.

"Why don't we go on a few more dates before we call each other partners, okay?" You pat him on the shoulder before heading to the table to grab your bag. "Come on, you got a car to pick up."

You both agree to take a different route to the car, neither of you wanted to see what you did last night to those assholes under the harsh light of day. You get to the car without issue, having just conversed the whole way about whatever came to mind. Despite spending nearly every working day around each other for years, you could still find things to talk about. Granted, the fact you were both nerds helped.

"So what do we wanna do today?" Adrian asked as soon as you had buckled yourself in.

"You got time for an aquarium?"

[chosonore]

summary: choso always takes good care of you, whether you're sick or not. even when you're sick and slightly delirious, your opinion could never be swayed - you loved choso with all your heart.

a/n: honestly, this is purely self-indulgent because i'm sick and i want a choso to take care of me until i know what's wrong and get better 🥺 it's inspired by the naoya fic i've written a while ago but uh this just really reads like a love letter to choso lol. i love him so much i'm not even kidding, no one could ever compare to him

if you were to describe the relationship between choso and you, it would be comfortable silence. choso didn't speak a lot, rarely starting a conversation on his own unless he was overcome by sudden curiosity. truthfully, you didn't mind as you were a quiet person yourself. and somehow, the communication was effortless, a silent and mutual understanding of your needs. he made you feel comfortable and safe, cared for as he always seemed to sense what you needed. falling in love with choso was easy and so natural, as if you'd been lovers in your previous lives. you'd been a couple for a long time now, but it wasn't until recently that you moved in with him. almost instantaneously, a routine was established - while you were busy with your studies, choso spent most of his time at the tattoo studio he recently opened with his friends. you didn't mind because still, he always made time for you. with no shadow of a doubt, he would always prioritize you before anything. so, every bit of time that you could get was spent together.

as any other day, you woke up alone in your bed, the scent of freshly brewed tea wafting through the air. choso sometimes left early in the morning to work on administrative tasks or tidying the studio but never failed to prepare you a little breakfast beforehand. as you sat up, a wave of nausea overcame you, quickly forcing you to lie down again. it was only then that you noticed you felt strangely cold and your nose was stuffed, shuddering uncomfortably in your clothes. it was rare that you got sick, so everytime it did happen, it drained you rapidly. blindly reaching for your phone, you texted choso, blinking at the bright screen.

me: i think i got sick :( can you pick up some medicine on your way home?

almost instantly, your screen lit up.

choso 💉: ?

"hello?" you croaked as you accepted choso's call and sniffled quietly.

"are you okay? do you want me to come home early?" choso might have sounded indifferent but you knew better. he would never show his concern to you, always wanting to keep his strong and protective persona. he was just that kind of person, he lived to be a good example to others.

"no it's okay, choso. i think it might be a really bad cold, that's all. i'll be fine if i get enough rest."

a hum. choso didn't sound convinced.

"then get some rest, yeah? make sure to have some tea. i'll wrap things up here and come home in a bit. call me if you need anything."

you hummed in agreement, making a weak kissy noise as you said goodbye to him and chucked your phone on the night table. no matter how much you wanted to convince him to continue his work, he would come home regardless. it didn't sit well with him to not care for you while you were sick. a small smile found its way onto your lips, how lucky you were to have found a lover like him. as you drifted off to sleep, choso was quickly finishing his paperwork, earning some amused glances from his friends. it was evident that this had to do with his girlfriend - choso would never let anyone tell him what to do nor do them any favours if it wasn't someone he deeply cared for.

"you're really speedrunning through everything to get back home to y/n, huh? you only got here," geto teased him, looking up from the sketches he was preparing for display.

"she got sick this morning. wanna be there for her in case it gets worse. i don't have any appointments for today anyways so you'll be fine," choso curtly explained, not picking up on geto's teasing undertone. even though they liked to joke about how whipped he was for you, they never questioned him - you were his love, his light. if anything, they envied him for the relationship, a relationship that flowed so effortlessly and easily like a spring working its way through bottlenecks and rocky river beds, silent and yet strong. geto pat choso's shoulder and shot him a knowing look, reassuring him that they could run the studio just fine.

even if you didn't sound like your afflictions were severe, choso still felt uneasy. he wanted to make sure you were okay, wanted to care for you. maybe it was moreso his fear of losing people he loved, but he couldn't deny his caring nature. on his way home, he'd picked up some ingredients to make soup as well as some medicine. music was sounding through the apartment as he entered and placed the bags on the counter, keeping an eye out for you. were you still in bed? he padded towards your shared bedroom, quietly nudging the door open as he squeezed his way in. you were laying on the bed, giggling at a book you were reading, not having noticed him yet.

the bed dipped next to you, making you drop the book you were holding. choso's twin tails came into your vision until you could see the entirety of him hovering above you, scrutinizing your figure in thought. "hi baby," he greeted you with a gentle smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "how are you feeling?"

"kinda achy and cold," you described with a pout, leaning into choso's touch as he brushed your hair with his fingers. "did you bring me some medicine?"

choso nodded, explaining that he'd be making you some soup as it was better not to take the medicine on an empty stomach. he wrapped you in the blanket before disappearing in the kitchen. you listened to the sounds in the kitchen, feeling more at ease now that he was home. you must have fallen asleep as the soup was done, its savoury scent rousing you from your slumber. as the primary cook in this household, choso's cooking skills were excellent and never failed to amaze you. sometimes you couldn't believe he was real. choso kept an eye on you as you munched away, handing you the medicine once you were done. he joined you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you towards him. you were placed on his lap like a baby, making you giggle as you leaned against his chest.

"will you play with my hair?" you requested with a small yawn. choso obliged, weaving his fingers through your hair as he worked through the knots and massaged your scalp. you hummed in relaxation, struggling to keep your eyes open. instead, you focused on the tattoos on his arm that was placed around your waist, tracing the patterns with your fingers. when you first met, the skin on his arm was sparsely filled, he'd only started on completing his sleeve tattoos. it was a slow and gradual process. you were always the first person he'd proudly showed a new addition to, and in a way, the tattoos marked the journey of your relationship. you were thankful for him, thankful to have found someone who silently understood you.

he was too hesitant to ask you just yet as you'd told him years prior that you weren't sure about getting tattoos but you knew he wanted to be the one to give you your first tattoo. maybe you were delirious from your sickness, maybe it was then in that moment that you realized you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, maybe it was your overwhelming love- "choso? i think it's time i get a tattoo soon."

choso's hand came to a halt and he made an incredulous noise. "y/n, i don't think- it might be better if we discuss this when you feel better again."

"no, i'm serious. it's just... i trust you so much. you always take good care of me and you're just always there. i'm uh- i honestly can't imagine my life without you, i just love you so much," you confessed with embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands as you finished talking. choso chuckled as he pried your hands away, pecking your lips in adoration. he looked gleeful, as if hearing your admission of love for the first time - the feeling was mutual, you just couldn't believe he was yours.

"we'll talk about this again when you've fully recovered. but i'm happy that you trust me with this."

"i'll be fine soon, i just need a lot of vitamin c," you giggled hysterically. "vitamin choso."

choso groaned but couldn't stop the laughter tumbling from his lips either, opting to tickle your sides and blowing raspberries into your shoulder. you squealed, trying to push him off you before being pulled back into his arms again. choso buried his head in the crook of your neck, placing a kiss on it. he didn't show you his face, not wanting you to see his teary eyes.

"i love you a lot, you know?"

"i love you more."

[satingrove]

the hours

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x reader

summary: obi-wan pays you a visit before leaving for kamino

content: uhh SOFTNESS, fluff, a cute obi-wan and youngling moment, steamy meditation, more fluff, aotc obi rights, no gender specification

wc: 3.136k :’)

Lost a planet, Master Obi-Wan has. How embarrassing... How embarrassing.

He had one important trip to make before seeking out said planet.

Obi-Wan nods to those who pass him by, walking briskly through the Temple with his hands clasped in front of him, thinking on Yoda's other (more helpful) words, go to the center of gravity's pull and find your planet, you will. It would still be a while before he did so.

He nears an opening of transparisteel, scratching his beard and peering out of it - as if Kamino would appear in the sky, knowing it was sought after. But it's not there, as expected.

Sighing, Obi-Wan closes his eyes, focusing on the surrounding energy, the swirls of air and the sound of quiet walking, trying to single out a presence by the trace of a Force Signature. He gets just a whisper of it when his attention is broken by two small hands tugging at his cloak.

"Obi-Wan!"

Katooni, a youngling Tholothian, starts to wrap her short arms around Obi's leg, who chuckles in return. His hand comes to rest on her head.

"Little one, are you supposed to be in the library with the others?" Obi-Wan doesn't take an accusatory tone - it's laced with amusement at the youngling petting at his calf.

Katooni turns shy, hiding her face and slowly trying to inch away. The taller of the two crouches, his cloak pooling generously around him at the floor. Obi-Wan meets her at eye level, ensuring her comfort.

"I'm not here to get you into trouble, Katooni. Is that where you're supposed to be?" He displays clear and attentive empathy, though not without a trace of austerity.

Slowly, delayed by gentle shame, the Tholothian's head nods up and down.

"I was just taking a walk for a break, Master Kenobi."

He smiles, rising to stand and extending his pinkie to her, "Then I suppose I'll accompany you back, young one?"

She takes it with a soothed giggle, and he realizes the words that stuck with him from so many months ago, ones you had uttered, were perhaps true - he was indeed favoured among the young ones of the Temple, and it's more evident now than it had been before - Katooni isn't fretting about going back to the library to read up on ancient texts; she's content holding his pinkie with her whole hand, skipping twice to each step he takes.

And Obi-Wan supposes that it isn't a bad thing; to be admired in such ways, yet he does worry about the influence he gives. Was it respectable enough? He never thought he'd earned the right to be idolized. Then again, the child grasping his finger does warm his heart.

The fretting about rightful heroism is soon behind him, what with the more pressing matters on his hands - a voyage to a (seemingly) non-existent planet, and before that, a visit to his dearest.

Obi-Wan crouches before Katooni a second time, just shy of the library.

"I need you to tell me something very important before you go," he sets up his question in an enthusiastic whisper - a secret from everyone else in the Temple. Lightheartedly, he pokes her shoulder, "Have you seen my friend?"

"Oh, I have!" Katooni starts, excited that she had an answer, "I last saw them heading that way, before-" and then she stops, ears starting to burn with the heat of embarrassment. But it's all Obi-Wan needs to know. You'll be in your quarters.

"Ah, before you ran into me and tugged my poor cloak?" His right eyebrow raises.

"Mhm!" She chortles, almost proud of herself. Obi-Wan gives her the warmest of smiles.

"It would be best to stay in there this time." He motions to the library, softly stern, "Although, I'm not exactly sure how you escaped in the first place." Winking, a final gesture to let her know that he's not mad, he makes to cross the hallway.

Obi-Wan hardly turns the corner before Katooni yells her sweetest "thank you!" to him, scurrying back into the vastness of history books. As he weaves his way through those high-ceiling corridors, he ponders the affection he's always given. Had the little ones seen him as a father figure? He wasn't even positive what that was supposed to mean - although, Qui-Gon was the closest he'd ever had to one. The thought stings him for a second, a brief pain in his chest, and he brushes it off with his well-known stoicism, ready to fall into your arms instead for one restoring night.

-

Hood drawn up, he ensures the space around him is empty, pressing the button to your door. Unusually, he hadn't knocked, yet he slips in as it hisses open.

A sigh of relief blows through his pursed lips at his successful venture to forbidden grounds; and like clockwork, his arms fold as he leans his side into the wall. He smirks when you finally see him.

"Maker, I wasn't expecting you-" Your hand on your heart almost worries him.

"Am I not welcome?" He asks quizzically, looking particularly regal, features made dark by the shadow of his hood. Jedi Knight was a rightfully chosen word.

He knew he was indeed welcome.

"Oh, don't be a fool." You kiss his lips in a short but sweet peck, tangling your fingers in the length of his auburn hair and taking his hood down. It's not enough for him.

"You'll have to kiss me longer than that." He talks low and deep against your lips, pressing them back together for a lingering moment. As it consumes your senses, it releases all of his pesky, pent up stresses. His whimper lights up your insides. 

As you come apart for the second time, his hand finds the back of your neck to cradle it delicately, eyes switching between your left and right. "What if I am a fool?"

You jab a finger into his side, "You're not", and he huffs.

"Coming here, I'd say so." He waits with an expectant look, one that makes his eyes crinkle with the smile he's trying to put off.

"Hey!" You swat at his shoulder and he takes it with exuberance, "we're careful enough about it."

Unwittingly, you try walking back to your notebook, in which you were scrawling details about deadly Felucian spore plants.

"Oh, are we?" His hands catch your waist, bringing your back swiftly to his chest. Hands creep under your clothing and caress your bare skin.

It instantly makes you weak against him, powerless to put any stop to it, and you let him continue his loving, handsy, research of your body. "Would you prefer we do this outside?" His mouth is dangerously close to nipping your ear.

"Obi-Wan..." You whine, only giving him extra incentive.

"I thought we were careful enough..."

You turn in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck, his head lazily falling into yours. Carefully, he places open-mouthed kisses all along your collarbone. He's not thinking about Kamino, nor how he'll get there. It's all forgotten as he adores you with his lips.

It feels so soft and elegant, he's so soft and elegant, but even as he's lost in his amorous deeds, the nature of his visit hasn't escaped you yet. Secrecy lead you to plan specific times to indulge in each other, although here he is, a doting surprise.

You reluctantly hum a pushy sound. He stops his movements but his lips stay connected to you. Obi-Wan hums a questioning hmm? in return.

"Did you have something to tell me?" You take him by the shoulders, all of a sudden worried that he most likely did and that it wouldn't be your favourite piece of news.

"Oh," he grumbles in slight annoyance, not at you but at the thought of leaving you in a few hours' time. "Yes, love, I did come to speak with you about something."

Your stomach drops, something he senses, and he hurriedly implores you not to panic. Taking both your hands in his, he leads you to your bed and sits down with you on its plush mattress.

He gets on with it, "I'll be leaving soon," starting slowly, gauging your reactions, "to look for a planet erased from the archives. I don't know what I may come into contact with."

The something he came to talk about doesn't startle you as much as you'd expected. Obi-Wan is a very capable Jedi, and he usually left little room for you to fret over his well-being. That said, you did anyway, all the time. His penchant for being mouthy at odds happened to cost him some blood, but this seemed as normal a job as any.

"I came to tell you," he brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, eyes following it, then meeting your gaze again, "and spend the rest of the time I have with you."

His lips envelop yours once more, this time with more bursting energy, eagerly as having an itch that couldn't be scratched. And then it all turns soft, his hair tickling your cheek as he rubs his face along your neck, taking in your scent and trying to memorize it to the best of his ability.

"How long is that?" You ask, ruffling his neat, long hair.

"Few hours." He mumbles into your skin, beard scratching against it but it's nothing you mind. "Almost the night." He adds.

The night.

"You know, I'll have to be very centered when I leave."

You do know, and it means he'll want to meditate for a while.

"Of course," your hand finds his cheek, the scruff soft under your palm, "take your time."

Obi-Wan is grateful for your constant understanding, but he has other plans - he never meant to come into your quarters to deny you his attention. You're glad to have him near regardless of what he does, yet his hand rests on your thigh and his eyes turn pleading.

"I thought you could join me." It's less of a question and more of an implication. An implication that it wasn't going to be a traditional meditation session.

You can't muster a proper response, a quiet oh coming out in its place. And as words fail you, you nod your head in agreement. Enthusiastically.

"Very well." He whispers hot against your skin, moving his head from it and standing up - except he starts to take off his cloak and utility belt. A breathy noise, and you earn yourself an amused look from him. "What? Would you rather do it for me?"

You smile charmingly, feet gently kicking at his shins, "Is that what you want?"

And he feels it again. The need to make his love known.

"I couldn't say no, darling." It leaves his chest in a hum, body leaning down for his lips to touch your forehead. Your fingers hook onto his belt, tugging him towards you and threatening to make him topple onto the mattress. He grumbles in happy exasperation, the kind that leaves him feeling overwhelmingly fond of you as you pull it off of him and neatly lay it on the sheets. He smiles at the care you give to himself and his possessions.

His fingers trace the edges of his wrap. He gathers some of it and holds it out to you. Your eyes narrow.

"More?" Your hands slowly extend to the fabric.

"Won't you?" He asks, and you sense a trace of timidity in it that makes your cheeks burn. To have flustered Obi-Wan again, for who knows how many times it's been now - you feel precious. And to him, you were just that.

The back of his hand slips gingerly down your face as you pull, the fabric wrap starting to fall off his shoulders, leaving him in his undershirt. You ravel it around your wrists and lay it beside his belt.

"That's better, thank you." He pushes the sleeves up to his elbows, the fabric loose and airy on his body, and he's effortlessly handsome.

You feebly try not to ogle him, but he's loosened the collar and his chest peeks through the linen, the image romantic on its own. He feels your stare, chuckling sweetly at your enamoured face, "I feel warm when I'm with you," giving a reason to his lack of layers.

You feel warm, too. Obi-Wan guides you to stand - ever the gentleman - and doesn't let you go while he rolls out your intricate rug from Jakku that had been sitting in the corner. Then he does let go of you, sitting down with his legs in front of him, hair falling princely on his forehead.

"Sit, my love." He motions his head, tilting it towards the spot in front of him. You're not sure why he's not sitting cross-legged, but you follow his lead and sit before him with a straight back.

"No, no. Closer." You inch forward. He extends his cheek out to you with closed eyes, waiting for his kiss. It comes as second nature to you, without a second thought, giggling quietly as you peck his face and he joins the laughter when he feels it. "Now, turn around."

How was this going to go?

You throw him a look, to which he nods his head rigidly. Turning your body before him, everything then becomes a soft and serene blur, laced with every drop of love you held for the other. His arms pull you snug against his front, chin hooking onto your shoulder.

He inhales and exhales deeply along with you, chest firm against your back, bodies moulding.

"That's it," he coos, hands pressing against your stomach, "breathe with me, feel everything..."

All you can do is what he says. The act is new but the feeling isn’t foreign; Obi-Wan’s arrays of intimacy are common, but this is different, the anticipation aloft and the touches silken. 

There's the sound of air passing in through his nose. His head further lolls onto you, your lungs filling shakily, the feeling sweet and kind. Your wrists, your neck, seemingly everything has a throbbing pulse. Obi-Wan doesn't miss your wavering breaths, deft fingers making quick work of soothing your muscles.

"So tense... it's only me, darling."

His words surround you. Melodic and steady, "Let go."

You do, floating and falling.

You sense everything - the tide of his breathing, his gentle humming, the way he keeps you tight against him like he couldn't go without; the clement whispers, feeling perfectly flush with the man who brings you nothing but pure, good feelings - like it's the only thing he knows how to do - even as he does everything else with poise and taste.

This is no exception. The sensuality is tangible - the unknowing Jedi who roam the hallway outside could have felt it, should have felt it, if not for Obi-Wan's ability to be subtle about making you weak and entirely his.

"Trust me." He brushes up the column of your throat, cautiously bringing your head back into the crook of his neck as he cranes his own to make space. He notes the fluffy feeling of your hair, arm crossing your body. You murmur, "I always trust you."

Stars, if he didn't love to hear it.

"Tell me what you see when you close your eyes."

In the blackness, there comes nothing.

"I see- I don't see anything. I only feel you..."

And what did he expect?

There wasn't anything to see when there was so much to feel. His tender hand on your throat and his legs hugging yours, you stood no chance at finding an image in your mind.

"Good," he presses his face to yours, "nice, isn't it?"

You sigh, completely enveloped in him - it's physical and emotional. Obi-Wan groans lightly at your sound, further burying his face into your curve, trying to grapple that this wouldn't last forever.

And inevitably, the falling continues. The fog of slumber starts to cloud your head by Obi-Wan's effect, that which leaves you too calm to stay awake in his arms. Fighting it isn't of any use; his soothing energy had always been a mystery, what with its pleasant gentleness that is unassailable against your consciousness.

But the moment is too sweet to lose.

He exhales an ahh of acknowledgement for your perseverance in staying awake.

"Obi, I'm not sure how this is helping you clear your mind-"

He supposes he hadn't been clear himself - learning your body under the expanse of his palms, through the matching time of your breathing, was a meditation in itself.

"But it has, my love."

It all starts over again. The lush sensations and the rush of your heart. Your senses dialed with his fingertips pressed on your wrists, finding the rhythm of your aliveness; the only thing he would hope to be sure of in the coming years that neither of you expected yet.

You both reach a point of euphoric tranquility - two words you'd use to describe his company - chests expanding and deflating at the same, slow rate. It had come to an end.

"You did wonderfully for me." A lasting kiss on your neck as he savours it. His lips send you into pleasant, sunny rapture.

The occurrence leaves you in a hazy state, all that comfort pressed against you is taken away as you both rise, sleepily, happily, and stumble into your bed.

"I don't want to wake you when I leave," Obi-Wan says, considerately and kind, propped up over you on his elbows, "I'll be careful."

"Don't be," and he melts, "I'd hate to miss you."

It’s the saccharine pieces of time that made him whole. Without another word, he kisses you; conveying the completeness that he feels by your hand, discreetly hungry but overshadowed by a chaste and giving nature. It's light and loving and drawn out long.

Then he falls grandly into the sheets beside you, arm heavily draping across your stomach, your lips missing his but you know he needs the sleep. And as the morning came, he was already gone. A vague memory of his departure floods your mind, playing over your closed eyelids - you can see it - the way he had kissed your temples, both lazily and warm, your arm semi-consciously reaching out to him, which his lips had touched too, held by both his hands.

What you hadn't seen, was Obi-Wan looming in the doorway, overseeing you drifting back to dreaming, cloak not keeping him nearly as warm as you did. He blew a kiss that you didn't catch, but knew that had you been awake, you'd have thrown it back to him.

He hopes Kamino will be a simple, touch and go engagement.

[nomunamuinmybrain]

Work you out (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: M

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.4K

In collaboration with the lovely @alwaysdarkestbeforethedawn94

Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 please know that this contains heavy sexual themes and mature language.

Summary: Working for Hybe has been an experience. Being Jungkook’s manager is another story. His sharp eyes, firm jawline and snarky attitude was a deadly combination to begin with. The guy easily found his way to your heart and you simply couldn't take it anymore.

Thinking back to how I managed to land such an unimaginable employment opportunity must have been a miracle. Unquestionably, working for HYBE had so many benefits; I swore to never leave this place. Sure, I was a simple manager's assistant, but I was by the side of one of the managers that handled the most important talent in the stretch of South Korea, the entire globe to be honest, BTS. I was assigned the position of assistant to the manager of one of the guys, none other than Jeon Jungkook. I really couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was I a part of one of the most skyrocketing influential enterprises in the country, but I also had the chance to meet some of the most inspiring people in the whole world! Who would have thought?!

Did I have a crush on the guy by the end of my first month working here? Yes, but who wouldn't? He is the sweetest, always polite and courteous. I've met my share of self-boasting asshats; this industry is flooded with such. This guy is worth billions and he has remained ridiculously humble. Word got around about him being a wonderful young man and I could positively say he is so much more up close. Jungkook is ridiculously handsome that’s a given already, but his personality was the real deal-maker. He reminds me of a dark stormy thundery night where I cover myself with my favourite warm fluffy blanket starring out of the window a rich flavored hot chocolate in hand.

In general, I quite enjoy working at the company’s principled environment. Don’t get me wrong, nothing in this world is rainbows and butterflies, but overall, I can confidently say that it’s been a mainly positive experience. Thankfully, the department I am in is assembled by kind, funny people who like to get things done. There hasn’t been a day were I regretted coming here. As for my daily duties as an assistant, working for Jungkook meant keeping up with his appointments, helping him with anything at anytime, managing his schedule, making sure it matches with the other guys' and so much more. I was required to work around the clock and as a single independent woman in her late twenties who was trying to figure out the world around her that didn’t sound like such a bad idea, though I digress. Essentially, I was one of the employees responsible for pretty much anything and everything he needed. Our department was at his disposal 24/7 running around, living that busy life.

That's until the pandemic struck. That was the first time I thought to myself that this might be nature’s valiant plan to get back what man so forcefully took from her. Suddenly, everything was canceled; life got put on a hold. My dearest supervisor, Jungkook's manager, had to stay at home because he had kids. In fact, a lot of people had to stay at home. Abruptly, days became weeks and weeks became months. The desperation and frustration we were feeling was like nothing else ever experienced. Truthfully, it felt like something had been stolen from us and we could never get it back. In this manner, when the gears finally started grinding again I was assigned to be the on-site manager for Jungkook. That meant being in direct contact with him more so than before and of course, being responsible for a ton of other obligations.  

Not going to lie, the first months were slightly awkward for both of us and understandably so. We both were used to very different working arrangements. I might have been working behind the scenes before, but now I had to step into the spotlight becoming his own personal shadow, and I am sure he wasn’t really comfortable with that. Taken into account the current situation everyone looked like a volcano ready to erupt.  

Once, I happened to accidentally step in a not so common incident; maybe it was a circumstance I wasn’t supposed to witness. He was on the phone at the time, when I saw him. That’s why I decided it was best if I stayed behind the half closed door of the studio. I couldn’t hear what he was saying and it was none of my business after all, but I could tell by the minute I laid my eyes on him that something was wrong. Something had been bothering him; irritation written all over his face. He was pacing back and forth, phone still on his ear. He was clenching his fist so hard I wondered if his nails cut into his skin. He was breathing heavily, almost as if he would burst and his muscles grew tense.  

Then, in an instant, it seemed that the call ended and as he was putting the phone in his pocket he slammed his fists down onto the table a loud bang echoing in the room. After some consideration, I knocked on the door to make my presence known and he sharply looked at me. Without having the chance to say anything to him he let out a loud growl and left the room leaving me dumbfounded and unaware by the door. Soon after that, he apologized for the way he acted confessing that he had an unfortunate falling out with one of his closest friends and at the time he couldn’t process what was happening. I would never forget that day. It was the day I came across a not so familiar side to him.

From that day forward, things miraculously became easier and Jungkook was way more relaxed around my presence, we joked around often and he even texted me to ask about a variety of things outside of regular working hours. We managed to develop a teasing relationship full of endless borderline flirtatious banter. He had this other side to him that only a selected few got the chance to know. Jeon Jungkook was indeed a comforting raging night, but he was also an infuriating playful mischievous brat when he wanted to be. This in all honesty, made him a hundred times more irresistible in my eyes.

Life was going on smoothly until Jungkook decided that taking after midnight trips to the gym was perfectly acceptable, insisting that I escort him instead of his bodyguard. I cursed every single time but I went anyway. Forty-five minutes after midnight he was lifting weights, unbothered. Taking secret short glances towards him I contemplated what I had done in my previous life to deserve this torment. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less about the late hour, but to have this view in front of my eyes was causing me both mental and physical pain. The guy was clearly sculpted by the gods. With his broad chest, muscular arms and thick thighs he could have anyone he ever wanted. He even sported an hourglass figure; He is insanely unreal. That’s the main reason why I decided to sit there preoccupied with a silly game on my phone to kill time until the suffering ended. I was barely hanging from a string at the verge of blowing off the barrier between my personal and professional life.

Out of the blue, with a loud grunt, he dropped the weights, drawing me out of my contemplation. He looked annoyed for whatever reason. He tried his best to seem nonchalant but it was obvious, in his beautiful stern eyes. Could he be craving for an audience? Abandoning every rational thought I had, I put my phone away, looked in his direction as I got up to get water. I smirked at his clear annoyance. Surely, we weren't supposed to interact with the artists this way but I am cranky and sleepy, and for the first time ever, he was being kind of an ass to me. Was I perhaps the reason behind his sudden personality change? The thought kept floating at the back of my mind.  

This kept going on for about three weeks or so and I gave him nothing. His annoyance prominent in his expression, more and more as the weeks went by. He was hot but I am sure all he had been seeking was an audience given that he missed it, or so I thought. Thursday evening rolls around and I was particularly iffy tonight ‘because I was extremely frustrated, sexually. This one was making my situation worse, sporting a tight black tank top and skinny grey sweatpants which made him look like a treat. He could easily pass for a bodyguard with those broad well-built shoulders. As my eyes scanned his body I realized this was the first time his tatted sleeve was on display. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander. By the time I was done his eyes were already fixed on mine and I turned away immediately, embarrassment written all over my face.  

Seeking solace in the women’s bathroom I tried to extinguish this ravenous yearning. The feeling of cold water did nothing to help the burning desire that was building inside me. Without warning, a knock at the door was heard, his sweet angelic voice following "Are you okay?" he asked, the remnants of a smirk could be heard still. "Jungkook you cannot be here, I am okay. I'll be out in a minute." I exclaimed, as calm as I could. "It's been ten minutes. I can't continue unless you're there." He insisted, I heard him chuckle after that.

With that, it was now or never, I pushed the door’s handle and made my way outside rolling my eyes in the process and he caught that, quickly moving closer, clearly annoyed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in my features, making him look not quite intimidating but definitely interesting. No, it was my mistake. Not just interesting, he looked ravishing. "As I said, I'll be out in a minute. Then you can finish up" I argued. But he didn't budge, moving even closer, if that was even possible, he was almost a breath away. "I don't feel like working out anymore" he declared like a child whose toy was taken away from him. As if I chose to play heads or tails with my career, I poked the beast further, "What is it that you want to do then?" I asked making sure he heard the annoyance in my tone. Coming even closer, to the point where he was completely pressed up against me, "You" he uttered calmly yet authoritatively. Before I could process what he had just said his soft lips crushed mine with a vengeance, thirsty. Pulling my lip with his teeth, he kept planting kisses from my lips to my jaw trailing down to my neck and décolletage; a surprised panting left my lips.  

It felt as if I had involuntarily awakened this beastly hunger within him. His kisses insatiable and his touch was possessive, "I've been thinking about this for so long" he confessed as he took my hoodie off. "Sitting there, not giving a word let alone a glimpse. If you think this is off-limits you're wrong" he growled pointing at himself. "I can guarantee that once we're done here you definitely won't be able to look at me, ever." As he said all that, he managed to get me in a compromising position against the sink, his slim waist in between my legs. He kept my gaze as he lowered his head between my thighs. Little shit kept giving me hickeys on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, so close to my now dripping core. He enjoyed tormenting me and it showed. I was helpless but oh, God was all of this hot. He licked a stripe over my soaked panties, "Oh baby, you smell delicious" and with one hand he took off my underwear completely.

He sank in my folds, letting a guttural moan that I felt vibrating through my core. Not being able to think about what was happening I let myself indulge in my carnal desire my hands tangled in between his luscious hair.  

He loved food and I've watched him eat before, but this must be one of his favorites ‘cause he was doing his best not to let a drop go to waste; he acted like a man starved. His hands held me in place, thankfully, ‘cause everything was too much; nothing could stop me from shaking, feeling everything deep in my core, he was too much. He just had to be good at everything. He kept a torturous tempo, from sucking my clit to his sinful tongue penetrating me, and as tears gathered around my eyes he decided to add his slender fingers in bringing me closer to heaven than I've ever been. "That's it baby, let go. Let go for me" he exhaled and just like that I had the most intense climax. My limbs felt numb, my whole body felt like rubber.  

Before I could register what was happening he was back at it, sucking my over stimulated clit, my thighs unconsciously closing around his head as oversensitivity hit. "One more, please, come on baby, you can do it" he begged. He kept pumping his fingers while sucking my clit, as if it was his only goal in life. My screams muffled through my own hand clamped on my mouth as I reached my high for a second time that night. I felt it take over me with such intensity I didn't register what had happened. He emerged from between my thighs, soaked from me squirting and with a proud look on his face he declared "Now I look like I had the workout of a lifetime".  

He helped me get dressed and pulled me close for a soft peck. He must have noticed my concerned look because he wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug and said "Don't be scared about this, we can work it out. I really like you and I'd like you to stick around". Starring into his eyes, I nodded and he pulled me close for the sweetest kiss, trying to tame my bewildered hair. He helped me get dressed and got out the door first to make sure that no one was around. I waited for a moment and then I got a text.  

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 3 PART 1)

[Donnie x reader]

sfw, part 2 here

"Leo?" 

Donnie froze. Leo stood firm where he was. The atmosphere of the lab fell still and Donnie got up from his chair, slipping his phone into his pocket. 

"I was getting ready," Donnie almost stammered out, though he managed to get through it barely. "Just…" 

He couldn't think of anything to say. No excuses; he knew he was caught. Why would he have been smiling, chuckling at his phone? Why would he have been that distracted as to not detect his brother? There was no explanation to give. He was far less acute than their leader in his senses—less intuitive—to have been able to know that. He berated himself as Leo folded his arms and gave him a look of knowing. Always with that look. You knew you were busted when Leo deployed that one. 

"You can either tell me what's going on now or you can do it out there, where everyone can hear," said Leo sternly, body partially blocking the exit anyway. 

Donnie scratched on the same spot on the back of his neck that he'd always picked at when he felt uncomfortable. "I can explain," he finally said in a low tone. "Just let me. And please don't alert everyone else immediately. Promise?" 

Pausing, Leo contemplated on his response, coming to the decision that he'd at least give him that. He nodded and motioned for him to start, "Go ahead."

"I, um…" 

Donnie's heart rate picked up a bit as he began to feel a wash of embarrassment seep in. He'd never been very open to his brothers about how he sometimes wanted connection with the outside world. He hadn't thought much about love or romance given their situation, either, but it did crop up from time to time—he still never mentioned it. 

Releasing a deep breath, he explained, "I met someone. Over a game. She wanted to text, and I figured that, since the possibility of—" 

Leo halted him. "Time out, what? You met someone on a game, they wanted to text, and you just...agreed?" he asked, surprised himself by Donnie's actions. Before he would hear his brother's response, he continued, cutting him off once again, "Did you forget that there's a reason why we don't just go around talking to whoever?"

Donnie felt a spark of anger and he stood up straighter, stepping forward toward Leo. He hated nothing more than being implied he was stupid or naive. But he still kept his distance, and still tried to keep his voice low so that prying ears couldn't hear. 

"Trust me, Leo! I've been talking to her for a few weeks. We only started officially texting recently. You know I've fixed up our phones so they aren't traceable; what is the issue? Am I not allowed to have my own life?" 

Leo scoffed lightly, shaking his head. "Don, come on, dude," he reasoned, "can you even be sure that's a girl?" 

Donnie's lip twitched in annoyance and he scoffed, himself. Of course he was sure! If he'd ever had any inkling he was being baited by an older man, he never would have played with them, or even agreed to text. But Leo didn't seem to listen to anyone's intuition but his own and Splinter's, and so he wouldn't hear out that argument. Donnie suddenly wished she'd sent a picture of herself so he could prove to his brother that he was not, in fact, that empty-headed. 

"Also, you do have your own life, it's with us. Which means I have to look out for both you and the rest of the family. I mean it when I say this is risky. Don't be a fool, Donnie. Plus, what were you planning on doing when she eventually wants to know more about you? Lie your way through it? Even if she is who you say she is, it still doesn't change the fact that she's a human girl and you're a mutant. And you can't keep up the charade forever." 

Donnie's heart panged at his last words. He wanted so badly to say that he was wrong, but really, he knew that Leo was painfully correct. He couldn't keep up the act forever. Not unless he wanted a friendship built upon lies and deceit by omission. As much as he hated to admit it, Leo was right; it was foolish to have thought it would somehow work out. 

Silence befell them, and even though he spoke the truth, Leo felt bad upon seeing his face fall like that. He reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know it gets lonely. We all do. But you have to face it, Don. That up there? It isn't for us," he told him gently, trying hard to lift the tension from the room. "Let's just stick to what we know best, okay?" 

The shadows. 

Eyes averted at the ground, Donnie swept the hand on his shoulder off. He walked right past his brother and grabbed some gear on his way out. "Yeah. Let's go." His reply was quiet and curt, steady as he could make it. Though on the inside, he was frustrated. Frustrated that he'd dug himself into a hole that he'd now have to not only dig himself out of, but let down someone else while he was at it. He'd have to let her go. Less angry was he with himself as he was his situation, and Leo knew that feeling well. He wanted to protect his brother—he just hoped Donnie would see that. 

Out on patrol, they went about their routine as usual, but everyone noticed the mood-shift. Raph and Mikey were excitable as ever, but the other two were more reserved that night, not talking much to each other. 

They leaped from one rooftop to another where they decided to stop for a quick rest, Mikey racing ahead of all of them as he vaulted from the roof and onto the next. "You guys are slow!" he called from the other side. He grinned and jumped up onto the scaffold of a water tower while Raph  barrelled across the gap with a roll on impact, Leo choosing to take a flip. Donnie trailed behind and simply jumped the ledge. 

"Yo, what's up, D?" Mikey asked through heavy breaths, picking up on his standoffishness. "You been quiet all night!"

"And you're slow as hell," Raph commented. While not as perceptive as Mikey, he had noticed the odd tension and was beginning to get suspicious as well. He knew someone wasn't saying something; he just didn't know what. 

Leo and Donnie exchanged looks. He silently hoped that Leo would take the hint, but when Leo sighed and glanced back at the other two, he knew it was hopeless. He'd get chastised at for being ignorant all over again. At least by Raph, he judged. Mikey couldn't really talk because he'd been in a similar boat before, and now, he knew how he'd felt all those times they got onto Mikey for trying to make contact with humans. 

"Well?" demanded Raph, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "You gonna tell us or what?" His eyes were on Leo rather than Donnie, because he already had an idea that they both knew something that he and Mikey didn't, but everyone turned to Leo when something like this came up.

Leo chewed on his lower lip for a second, conflicted as to whether he would come out with it or save Donnie's pride. They were brothers, family—he couldn't feel truthful keeping them in the dark. But he also recognized that it wasn't his place to say it. He instead turned to Donnie himself, looking for any sign of what they were gonna do. It was up to him, he concluded; if he wanted to stay quiet about it, he could. 

Mikey was confused. Raph was growing more impatient. Donnie felt pressured to blurt it out. And he did. 

Breaking, Donnie strung out, "I met someone online and we started talking and Leo found out and I didn't want you guys to know because it was stupid and...and...oh, just let me finish this now!"

Leo awkwardly stood back in silence while Raph looked at Mikey, then back at Donnie and him, and soon enough everyone was just staring at one another, all waiting for someone to say something, but no one did. Done, Donnie took his phone out and opened up the messages shared between him and her, holding it out for his brothers to see. 

Without warning Raph snatched the phone from his hand and started scrolling, Mikey peering around his shoulder and trying to push him out of the way to see. 

"You actually talked to a girl," Mikey awed. He was excited at first, but it faded when he thought about the fact that Donnie had kept a secret from them. They didn't keep secrets. 

"Yeah, one named [y/n], who lives in New York City," Raph emphasized, "and works at wherever this is…and...how did you even meet this girl, Don? Is that even a girl?" he questioned Donnie accusingly, waving the phone around as he spoke. He almost dropped it and Donnie quickly took it from him, telling him to be careful as he slipped it back into the strap on his bicep. 

Leo kept vigilant watch around them while the conversation played out, being the only one truly paying attention. His eye caught some erratic movement in a tucked-away alley down below them. 

"For the last time, yes! She is a girl! And I met her on a game," Donnie answered, throwing his hands down. 

"Save it for later, guys, we got company," Leo interjected. He pointed down at the alleyway adjacent to the building they were on and motioned for them to get moving, dropping down onto the fire escape of an apartment complex. 

Raph bumped Donnie in the arm purposefully as they approached the edge of the roof, "We ain't done yet," he said, dropping onto the fire escape. 

"Yeah, not done yet," Mikey added whimsically. 

Groaning under his breath, Donnie whipped out his staff, and leaped down. 

Mikey followed behind him, jumping the ledge and launching himself to the opposite balcony. They came upon the scene of a couple of men each carrying a sack out of a backdoor in a building, what was assumed to be the ringleader overseeing it from a car parked next to them. 

They turtles were silent, perfectly hidden and moved within the black of night as they descended. Raph pulled out his sai and was about to drop down on one of the unsuspecting men when Leo shoved him back. "Hold on," Leo told him. Begrudgingly, Raph stood down. Donnie peered around the corner from ground level while Mikey clinged to a wall in the shadows. Above, Leo and Raph took the high ground, watching them from a balcony nearby. 

"Hurry up and get this shit loaded into the car, I don't wanna get caught back here," a rough voice ordered from the vehicle. Donnie spotted another person in the passenger's seat. 

"We're goin' as fast as we can!" one of the men spat back. All were beefed up, tattooed, and based on the scars, no strangers to a fight. 

Raph looked at Leo with a smirk. Leo gave the signal and everyone closed in, red and blue dropping from the balcony onto the two completely unaware men, while Donnie and Mikey went to take care of those in the car. 

"What the fuck?!" a man shouted, stumbling back as the duo dropped heavily in front of them. He tossed the sack away and Raph saw he was going to pull out a gun, which Raph went for immediately with his sai. He charged into the man before he could even try to aim and stuck the arm holding the pistol with his three-pronged weapon, forcing his wrist down and the gun to fall out of his hand. Leo took the other and barely had to use any force in pinning the man against the wall with his blade and forearm, but had to duck out of the way when Mikey came through swinging his nunchucks at one of the men who had tried to flee the scene. 

"Watch where you're going with those things, Mikey!" Leo yelled, grunting as a crowbar collided with the side of his head. He spun around and threw his fist at whoever was behind him, an incapacitating blow to a human, but barely his full strength. 

Mikey easily caught his target and gave his legs a mighty sweep to sent him tumbling down. "You thought!" he bellowed with a laugh. "Can't outrun M.C. Mikey." 

Donnie caught the driver on the far end of the fight scurrying to pick up the sacks before making his getaway, and quickly he forcefully jabbed his staff into the solar plexus of the man, sending him onto his back. He was winded, coughing and struggling for air. 

"Donatello! You good over there?" Raph called out, delivering one final kick to the stomach of the man he was on. Donnie heard the skid of a shoe on the pavement behind him and didn't even have to look as he whirled around with a swing of his staff, hitting the man in the head with near-devastating force. It was a knockout blow—the guy dropped, and the fight was over as quickly as it had started. 

Donnie looked around and collapsed his staff, "All good," he answered curtly. 

All five of the men lay on the ground, a couple flat-out unconscious while the rest hissed and groaned in pain. While Donnie inspected the sacks strewn around, Raph chuffed and kicked the gun that had fallen away from the hand that was slowly reaching for it, looking down at the pathetic criminal as he instead stepped on his wrist. The burly man let out a whimper, like a baby, and Raph chuckled. 

"Just money," Donnie announced. All of them heard the sirens of police cars approaching. "Let's get out of here, guys." 

"Those morons weren't even a warm-up," Raph gloated, fist-bumping Mikey. Leo and Donnie were already scaling up to the roof. "Guess if I want to be bored outta my mind, I'll find these guys again." 

"Oh, we'll find 'em again," Mikey added, pulling himself up onto the fire escape. He glanced back and saw the red and blue flashing lights starting to round the corner. "But, uh, not before the cops do." 

The four made their way back up to the roof and left the area. They still had some time left on patrol, so for a minute, they lingered around, Raph keen to reignite their earlier conversation. Donnie already saw it coming and mentally prepared to answer all of the questions that were about to be thrown his way—which he was correct about, as Raph proceeded to open with, "So, what, you're keepin' secrets from us now? Anything else ya been doing behind all our backs?" 

"Cut it, Raph," Leo said, stepping between him and Donnie, "you know that's not it. Don?"

"We're your pals, man, you should have told us," frowned Mikey. 

"I just didn't want anyone to freak out," Donnie explained, "and I didn't know I was going to meet anyone I liked that much, I was only planning on playing the—" 

Both Raph and Mikey asked in unison, "'Like'?" 

He scrambled to fix his wording. He cursed his nervous chatter; he couldn't help himself, he was uncomfortable. Maybe even anxious, because he knew he was going to have to face reality and break it off with his new friend.

"No, not—not 'like'. Like, not like that. I mean in general, as a person," he stuttered, floundering with himself. 

Mikey knew he was lying. He knew it well. Though gullible at times, when it came to the heart, Mikey truly was the most in-tune out of the four. As for the other two, he couldn't say as to whether they saw the lie here, because sometimes, Donnie stuttered just because he was excited or frazzled. Other times, it was definitely because he was lying. The entire time he felt a little bad for his brother. He imagined himself in his shoes and it made him sad, thinking about having to let go of a friend right after having them in his life. 

Putting a hand on his shell, Mikey shook him a bit, "You like her, bro," he whispered. 

Donnie lightly pushed him away. "She's a friend," he clarified, eyeing Mikey. 

Raph was silent for a moment while he thought about everything. He wasn't mad about the fact that Donnie has found someone as much as he was that he never said anything, kept a secret from his brothers. The four of them had a rule that went without saying; they didn't keep secrets from one another. Not about anything major, at least—which this was. He didn't even contemplate on what he thought Donnie should do about it, just that he'd hidden something significant from all of them.  

"Still doesn't change the fact that you didn't seem like you were plannin' on coming clean with any of us," Raph huffed. "Not if he didn't catch ya." He pointed at Leo. 

Donnie suddenly felt his temper flare, and he bit back, "What about you, Raphael? You constantly hide your feelings! How is it not the same thing?" 

"Except for his anger, he's pretty upfront about that," Mikey quickly added in before sinking away from the two. Leo sighed and flicked his head. Donnie was right. Raph was a hypocrite and they were getting nowhere. 

"My feelings don't endanger people around me," growled Raph, stepping in toward Donnie. They met each other half-way as Donnie wasn't about to back down from his brother, who he was not scared of. "That is absolutely different from what you're doing!"

"Guys, we need to get going," Leo stated, seeing how the moon was far its descent. "Splinter's clear about when he wants us back." 

"I'm finishing this right now," Donnie said, pulling out his phone. He opened up the messages and began typing.

Hey. Sorry for the sudden message and I apologise, but I can't do this anymore

He hadn't noticed yet, but the last text he'd received was only twenty minutes prior, right before they dipped from the crime scene they'd just handled. It read: 

Damn, I hear all this racket outside my apartment and it's kind of making me nervous

Like guys yelling and stuff getting banged

Nvm someone called the cops, I guess it's good now 

Everyone was gathered around Donnie watching the screen as he typed. Raph and Leo both caught that last message. He pressed send and it was only then he saw it, too, and everyone slowly looked at each other in recognition. Everyone was thinking the same thing. 

"Awkward," Mikey drew out. 

All were at a loss for words. When a new message pinged, they all shoved at each other to get a good look. Raph accidentally stepped on someone's foot. "Ouch! Give me some space, guys," Donnie snapped. 

What? 

What's wrong? 

Donnie looked sadly at the screen. He started typing his response, something skin to "it's complicated" followed by an apology, but Mikey stopped him. "Dude, you can't tell her that, it's gonna hurt her feelings!" Mikey exclaimed, "this is totally unfair! To both of you."

"Look, I ain't tryna be petty, but last time I checked, the rest of us aren't allowed to have human friends," grumbled Raph.

A new message popped up and it read:

Well...I won't question your decision. Bye Bo, I guess

Sighing, Donnie turned off his phone and put it away. He turned to everyone. "Happy?"

"Of course not, bro," Mikey responded. He looked around, as if expecting agreement. There was none; Raph stood away and Leo was watching Donnie's face go from annoyed to dejected. "Guys?"

Leo patted Donnie on the shoulder. "You did the right thing," he said. Donnie didn't say anything. "Alright, let's get going."

Chapter 3, part 2