#I’ll probably make a part two but my brain is scrambled

[oooohno]

Ask Game: write a little scenario for each of your selfships. Bonus: write for one or more moots a scenario with their selfships. It does not require to be long

I know I’m super late to answer this & I’m sorry for that but alas here are my answers 💗

Hirugami likes to be held after a long exhausting day. He doesn’t necessarily always wanna talk about what’s bothering him but he likes to be comforted in quiet ways. One of his favorite things to do is to cuddle on the couch while watching TV, he will lay between my legs, with his head on my stomach, his arms loosely wrapped around my middle. He will definitely fall asleep like that & then complain afterwards that his neck is stiff pfffff

Now on to my moots!!!

@ohtokki Komori loves to leave little notes in Laura’s pockets. Sometimes they are really sweet ones like ‘You look so pretty’, other times they’ll say confessions he’s too hesitant to admit like ‘I ate the last cookie pls don’t be mad :( <3’ or ‘remember when you said you can’t find your favorite pair of fluffy socks? Well I accidentally shrunk them…together with your yellow sweater with the little bee on it’. But don’t worry Laura he’ll 100% make it up to you 💛. Sometimes these messages will be more like actual love letters about his pov on your first date or the moment he realized his feelings for you. But these ones are always hidden inside your to-read books (see it as an attempt to get you to read more hehe)

@kyopmi Omi Omi would never admit this but he will sometimes steal one of your plushies/ shirts/ pillowcases/ some fabric with your scent on it whenever he has an away game & needs to spend the night away from you. The first time was an accident but the second he recognizes one of your shirts tucked into his suitcase he feels instant relieve that he has a piece of you with him to hold close. It’s gotten to the point where he will steal your favorite plushie/ blanket & shamelessly take it with him on his travels. Of course you’ve figured this out long ago but it’s so endearing to see him come up with silly excuses & reasons why some of your things just miraculously disappear & reappear whenever he travels 🤭

@1812p4n Osamu loves to learn all your favorite recipes for you. He will spend hours to perfect pelmeni to make you happy & nothing brings him more joy than to surprise you with a new dish & to see how your eyes sparkle & crinkle with your smile. Even if the food tastes nothing like it should, he preens under your compliments & attempts to cheer him up. (Atsumu was definitely subjected to be taste tester too but quit after one too many seasoning mishaps). He loves to connect with you over food & to share stories about your favorite dishes from childhood & he can’t wait to have his only family with you to pass on these traditions. Oh and he definitely asks you to create a cookbook with all your recipes inside bc he loves how creative you get with your journaling 🥺

@yuutakittie Kita’s granny gifted you two dancing lessons at the beginning of your relationship bc she instantly knew from the way kita spoke about you & behaved around you, that you were the one & she knew it would take kita a bit of time to learn how to dance & nothing would be more embarrassing than stepping on your toes during your first wedding dance. Kita was waaay to awkward & stiff at first but the more often the two of you swayed together & twirled around the studio the more comfortable he became. And those dancing lessons definitely paid off bc you two put on a show whenever you dance in the middle of the kitchen while preparing dinner & talking about your day. It’s one of his favorite things to do, to guide you around your shared home until the two of you fall into bed together.

@134340am Kuroo has one of those office calendars for his desk filled with little facts or details about you/ your & his life. He notes down things you told him about your day & whenever he misses you or just thinks about you he will look at an entry & it immediately lifts his mood. Like for example on April 10, you forgot your umbrella at home & got caught in the rain. You sent him a looooong text about your misfortunes with a selfie captioned ‘it’s giving wet pathetic kitten’ & he thought you were the cutest person ever!! He even drew a little wet cat right next to the handwritten calendar entry, to remind him of that day. Or June 29, it was extremely hot & your A/C broke that day & it led to you spending an entire week at Kuroo’s apartment & that was the week he realized that he never wanted you to go back to your own place. That his apartment wouldn’t feel like home anymore if you weren’t there <3

@kuroosdarling Whenever you & semi semi have an argument he will do the most (little drama queen!!) to make you talk to him again. He will hide your phone so you have to ask him to call you. All off a sudden all your own hoodies are in the washing machine so you have to put on one of his. He’s a little shit but you know that this is his way of making the first move, it’s to gauge your temper, are you willing to talk to him or do you still need some time to cool off. Once the ice is broken & your phone is in your hands or he can see you rummage through his closet, he will wrap himself around you & start apologizing for whatever it was that made you upset. Will definitely want to cuddle/ spend time with you for quite some time afterwards, almost like after-care after fighting. Even if the argument was no one’s fault, it just doesn’t sit right with him to know you’re out & about fuming bc of him :(((

[drowsynyuu]

JJK MEN SLAPPING YOUR PUSS PUSS PT. 2 ミ★

NSFW BELOW~ jjk masterlist!!

cw: fem reader, pussy slapping ofc, exhibitionism (shiu fucks you in a meeting), thigh riding, degrading, pet names (baby,), teasing, choso can’t bring himself to be a tease 😔, oral (fem receiving), squirting (on choso’s face 💔)

a/n: part two!! @grimreaqueer / shitting bricks rn the shiu bit was written w my dick i swear

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toji // “wait, tojiii..” you whined as you clung to him, whimpering into his shoulder as he had you bouncing on his thigh.

“what? too sensitive, baby?” he teased, forcing you to lean back so he could see your bare pussy better, watching as his thigh made you bounce, bumping your clit on it. he laughed as you nodded. “you look so cute like this..” he muttered as he made you lay back, making you spread your legs for him.

“please toji.. don’t tease me..” you begged. toji raised an eyebrow from your pleas.

“hey, it’s not my fault you wanted to be a tease while we were out. i’m just following through with my threat, remember? i said if you didn’t stop teasing me, i’d make you regret it when we got home.” toji said as he teased your clit, one of your legs over his shoulder. he chuckled as he heard you whine again, begging him to just make you feel good already. before you could whine any more you felt a sharp slap to your clit, making your body jolt.

you gasped when you realized he smacked your pussy, his palm teasing you. “toji you’re so mean..” you pouted.

“i know, baby..” he laughed at you. he was laughing at you. you knew you’d get back at him after he decides to stop teasing you.

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choso // he was absolutely whipped for you. like to the point if you stepped on him he’d probably cum in his pants.

like currently— he was buried between your thighs, peacefully lapping at your cunt like it was ice cream. your moans were like music to his ears and all he cared for in the moment was making sure he was constantly making you feel good.

“stop squirming..” he muttered with a little pout as he spread your thighs, sucking on your clit.

“i can’t help it..” you frowned, whining as his sucking got harsher. he rested your legs over his shoulders, closing his eyes as he eagerly ate you out. “feels too good..” you spoke softly.

before you could even say any more, a harsh slap was placed on your clit. you let out a soft gasp as you accidentally came, squirting on choso’s face.

you caught your breath before glancing down to see his face basically soaked in your cum, licking his lips. “i told you to stay still..” he spoke softly, using his hands to clean up— licking his hands clean after.

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shiu // this was actually so embarrassing and dehumanizing. but in all honesty you were too turned on to care. all you really cared about was the way shiu was pounding your pussy on the table as he focused on his meeting with some clients.

it was two men who wanted to get shiu to have toji kill someone, like the usual. they could barely focus on the meeting since you were maybe a foot from them getting your brain scrambled.

“u-uhm.. we can come back at another time..?” one of them spoke, his voice a little shaky as he tried not to stare at the scene in front of him.

“it’s fine.” shiu spoke, quick to get back on the discussion of the job. he glanced down at you as your moans only got louder, his cock slamming into you with each thrust. “quiet down.” he commanded, a look of dissatisfaction on his face when you didn’t listen.

“s-shiu!” you gasped as he harshly smacked your pussy, pinching your clit after.

“fucking quiet down. i’ll fuck you even dumber after this if you listen, ‘kay?” he said firmly, a satisfied expression on his face once you nodded and covered your mouth, your moans now muffled.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Mystery of love

Previously / next chapter

a/n I was not gonna write anymore of this but some of you wanted to read more and fuck do I miss them myself. I will probably go and make a proper series masterlist so it would be easier to navigate through the chapters. Happy reading!🫧

summary: when two lost souls meet at their mutual friend’s party sparks fly, the question is if whatever they feel can actually bloom into something more? But that’s the mystery of love.

warning: toxic ex, arguments

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It was one of your college friends' engagement party. As a good friend you were supposed to celebrate her but all you could think of was Noah. The boy with tattoos had managed to slot into your consciousness, taking up a daily spot there. You had stayed up for quite a couple of nights thinking about that almost kiss. About the fact that you had wanted it to happen. Had felt disappointed that it didn’t.

It scrambled with your brain. You had tried to avoid Noah as much as you could but he was relentless. Every day at six sharp he would be parked outside the bookstore waiting for you. “Go away Noah, there’s an Uber on its way to pick me up”, you grunted, pulling your scarf tighter around your neck. “Yes, ma’am that would be me”, he saluted from his car, waving you over. “Don’t you have a job? Anything else to do?”, rolling your eyes you stepped closer. “Oh, I do, one of them is a part-time driver”, he smirked leaning over to open the car door for you.

You always gave in. Blaming his sad and tired eyes. Fearing that your no or a firmer push would send him tumbling down a hill. At least that’s what you told yourself. You weren’t ready to admit that you felt better yourself with him. It all felt better when Noah was around. And while you craved that safety blanket he provided without realizing it, your brain screamed at you for wanting to depend on his comfort.

“Sooo, how are things?”, Emmy pushed a drink over the bar your way, snapping you out of your train of thought. “Things?”, you asked, frowning. She gave you one of those looks before rolling her eyes, “Oh stop it, YN, you can’t fool me, girlie”. Her and Matt. Cause if she wasn’t there to see you and Noah, then Matt happily did a daily report for her. “Are you still going on a trip with Matt?”, you asked, changing the subject. It was a cheap move, but you didn’t want to talk about it. Talking about it made it real. “You’re changing the subject”, Emmy chirped, “that means I’m right”, she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

You scowled at her, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Fine”, you lifted your hands in surrender, “We hung out a couple of times”. You hoped that would cut it but she just looked at you waiting. “And”, she motioned for you to continue. “And nothing, that’s it”, you shrugged. But it wasn’t nothing and deep down you knew it. It had been weird ever since the near kiss you two shared. You had made a big deal out of it. Not to mention that meeting your ex was also the cherry on top. Ex who no doubt had googled who Noah was from the relentless amount of messages he had sent. The times he had come over knocking.

“He’s a sweet guy. I would say pretty distant but he’s a good guy”, Emmy mussed, “We don’t know each other that well, I don’t want to impose but he’s been nothing but kind to me”, she swirled her drink looking at you. “Your judgment is much appreciated”, you tapped her hand in fake appreciation making her push you back slightly as she grunted. A light smile slipped onto your face. Falling immediately when your eyes caught a glimpse of the upper stage. As cold sweat chilled your body. “What’s wrong”, Emmy asked turning back. “Like a fucking rock at the bottom of my shoe”, you grumbled l, turning away in hopes that luck was on your side this time. “I’ll claw his face out”, your best friend pushed the bar stool back, ready to charge over but you clasped her upper arm, “Em, don’t you fucking get close to him, he’s unstable”.

More often than not Noah found himself thinking about the little things you two had done together. It played in a loop in his mind. At night when he couldn’t sleep he would go back, trying to ground himself in the moments he spent with you. Even now, he was supposed to listen to Jolly, which had proven to be harder lately. They were trying to put the cancellation dates in motion. But he had zoned out completely. Feeling the bone-rattling tiredness wash over him.

Dragging himself back to the little coffee not date you two had the other week. “Soo, this place make all the syrups at the house”, you had been referring to a family-owned coffee shop downtown for some time now. The destination was not comfortably reachable after work. Meaning that it would be more of a burden and time waste to go there in rush hours. So you rarely went there. But now Noah was glad that he had chosen to sit in traffic for an hour. The look on your face made it worth it.

You had practically jumped out of the car, reaching for his hand, lacing your fingers through Noah’s and while you didn’t seem to notice, Noah felt as if his whole body was on fire. It felt so right that he could sit down and cry. So he only gripped your hand tighter. “What do you want?”, you looked up at the menu, eyes scanning all the possibilities. But Noah was looking at you, “You pick”, he muttered. “No, Noah…”, you grunted, glancing at him, “Pick, I don’t know what you like, maybe you have allergies or some shit”. But he simply shrugged, before muttering a quick, “I trust you”.

You grunted, shaking your head before smiling at the lady waiting to take your order, “Hey, can I do one cold brew with wiped creme brûlée foam on top and one with your brown sugar almond glaze. Plant-based milk for both. That would be all thank you”, you smiled at her, turning to reach for your purse only to find Noah already paying. “Noah”, you grunted, “That’s…”, but he just chuckled pressing his lips to your temple.

“Okay, tell me what you think”, you two had found a nice table outside, the autumn sun warming your cheeks. Your legs were draped over his thighs, his fingers drawing shapes on your legs as you handed him one drink after the other.

“This one is nice”, Noah tapped at the cup in your hands, “Creme brûlée?”, you raised your eyebrows, taking a sip yourself. “it’s really good, I like them both though”, he hummed in approval. The funny thing was that he couldn’t give two shits for coffee but it seemed like whatever you liked he couldn’t help but enjoy as well. “Well now you know a nice spot for drinks”, you smiled at him, tilting your face towards the sun.

“I’ll know where to get you coffee from”, he corrected you, chuckling when you threw him a death glare he had already learned to love. “Absolutely not”, you protected. “Absolutely yes”, Noah nodded, biting his lip as he watched you. “Noah”, you grunted in warning but he simply shrugged, “I like it when you say my name”, you gasped, pushing his shoulder slightly, “Oh fuck off, you flirt”.

He was smiling to himself when his phone buzzed. Out of second nature, he turned his screen over. Only to tap his screen twice again.

Y/n 🤍: You’re busy?

Y/n 🤍: Sorry, hey

Y/n 🤍: Are you busy?

Noah: Everything’s okay?

He typed out, moving to sit up immediately. A frown creeping onto his face. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his guts.

Y/n 🤍: Can you ask Matt to check his phone.

“Matt”, Noah called out immediately, “Check your phone, dude”. He was up and walking towards the soundproofed booth. Fingers moving over the keyboard.

Noah: What’s going on Yn?

He watched the little three dots pending before disappearing. “Fuck”, Matt grunted, pulling his headset off. “What’s going on?”, Noah leaned against the door, watching his friend scrambling for his things. Matt halted for a moment as if calculating his next words. They never left a meeting unless something absolutely important happened. If Matt was up and ready to go that meant that Noah’s gut feeling was right.

“Yn ex is at the bar they are in”, nine words were enough to make Noah’s brain both shut down and restart again. He turned himself, reaching for his stuff before turning back, “I’m going with you”. “Noah”, Matt shook his head in disapproval. “I’ve met the dick already, let’s go”, Noah motioned for Matt to go to the doors. “Do you maybe want to enlighten us too?”, Jolly called out, arms crossed over his chest. “Man this is some serious shit”, Matt shook his head. This all could get real messy, Noah was more than aware of it. “We’ll talk about it, give me time”, Noah promised before, walking out the studio door.

“I’m not going anywhere with you”, you pulled at Dan’s hand firmly. Trying to get away from him after having to take the heated conversation outside. The last thing you wanted was to make a scene. “Stop fucking fighting”, he gripped tightly, pulling your arm further up, making you wince in pain. “Let go you asshole”, Emmy huffed, throwing her heel at him. Hitting him square in his head. You would have laughed honestly if it wasn’t the fact that his grip only got firmer.

“Back off bitch”, he snarled at Emmy, stepping forward to spook her. “Em”, a voice sounded behind you, you watched as Emmy nearly sagged in relief against the damp brick wall, “Matty”, she called out and even your body washed over with relief. One that was short-lived as Dan’s hand wrapped around your middle pushing you forward, “Come here”, he mused against your ear making your body shiver in disgust.

“Man let her go or I won’t be responsible for my next move”, you felt like crying in that moment when realization finally hit you. Matt didn’t come alone. “Noah…”, you whispered, turning your head to see his angry face. You weren’t sure if you felt happy or embarrassed then. You didn’t want him to see this. Didn’t want him to know about your past poor choices.

“We got back together man, so mind your business”, Dan cupped the side of your face, pressing his lips to your cheek. Your palm found his face then pushed him further back, as you grunted, “We did not”. “Let go or I will break your hand”, Noah stepped closer, he was way taller than Dan. Quite frankly all Dan had was a fancy suit and sparkly watch to hide behind. “Security is on its way Daniel”, Matt called out, Emmy standing behind his back, one of his hands making sure she stayed exactly there, “Your choice man. Walk away or ride in the back of a police car”.

Dan watched you all for a moment. And if not for the back doors creaking you knew that he wouldn’t have let go. “Fuck you”, he spat towards Matt, pushing you forward as he flipped you all off. “Not my first time with you, dick”, Matt threw back at him. Noah’s arms reached for you instantly but you caught his wrist, keeping his body away from yours. “I want to get out of here”, you muttered. “That’s what we will do”, Noah promised, trying to look you over. “I’ve got her”, Emmy muttered, wrapping her arm around your shoulders, and throwing Noah an apologetic look. He wanted to be the one to comfort you but he knew that there was a limit to how far you were willing to let him in and Noah had a feeling that two run-ins with your ex had maxed it out.

He watched you through the rearview mirror the whole way back to their house. Watch that cold mask of indifference slowly replace the genuine fear he had seen moments ago. So he wasn’t all that surprised when you had thrown Emmy a smile after stepping out of the car. “Come on, we’re sharing a room”, Emmy tugged at your hand but you instantly pulled back. “I’m going home, Em’s, you all go inside”, you muttered, squeezing your friend's hand. “Yn, they don’t mind. Tell her Matt”, she turned her pleading eyes on her boyfriend. “I said it more than once, YN, our place is your place”, Matt hummed in approval. Making Noah frown slightly. He had a feeling that Matt knew more. Had been involved in all of this somehow. The question was how deep it ran. “I appreciate it but I rather go home”, you smiled politely. “I’ll drive you back”, Noah cut in, “I was gonna pop into the city anyway”.

You wanted to protest but Emmy cut you off, “At least drive with Noah, I would be much calmer knowing that he dropped you off”, so you simply nodded. Not having enough energy to fight anyone on anything. “You don’t have plans in the city do you”, you asked glancing out of the window once Noah had started his car. “I don’t”, he admitted. You simply nodded at his answer, wrapping your arms around yourself.

And it had been fine. You had managed to keep it wrapped up till he offered to walk you up the stairs. Waiting for you to unlock your door as he leaned against the side wall. Your hand halted as you pushed the key through. It was one look at him. The look of concern in his eyes. It was the silence he left between you too. Not pushing to fill it in. Leaving it there as an option for you. A chance to speak up if you wanted to.

Your shoulders quivered as you clasped your hand over your mouth, trying to silence the sob that slipped past your lips. Noah pushed back from the wall instantly. Offering his hand but not pushing his embrace upon you. Giving you a chance to choose this. Choose him.

You turned to him. Arms reaching for his neck as you pushed your body against his. Feeling a tremble run through your chest. “I’m here”, Noah muttered, “Let it out”. His hands moved up and down your back, as he soothed you. “I’m so scared”, you crocked out, “He…”, you shook your head. Eyes burning from tears. “He’s a dead man walking”, Noah cupped your face, “He will not get to you, I won’t let him”, he nodded and you followed his action. “Stay”, you pleaded, holding onto his upper arms as you pressed your face against his chest. “I wasn’t going anywhere, love, might have napped outside your door if you hadn’t invited me in”, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, “Let’s get you inside. Marsh is probably demanding to be fed anyway”, taking the keys out of your hands Noah, unlocked them, pulling the door open before ushering you inside.

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@broken0mens @supersquirrel1996

[tobreed-ornottobreed]

A little less Discreet…

The voices told me to continue this and I had no reason not to write about my love for Usopp and Sanji, so I decided I would.

Anyway, here’s a part two for Discreet. I hope you like it. (This is from my brain, straight to tumblr, it has not been proof read so if the grammars wrong or if it has spelling mistakes I’ll probably go back and fix those.. one day..)

it’s a long one.

Warnings: sub Usopp, Switch? Sanji, Ftm Usopp, Sanji has a little melt down because he wants to be treated like a woman (kamabakka kingdom awakened something in him.), threesome, implied foursome..?, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, pussy eating, anal sex, masturbation.

I’m so going to hell 💀💀💀

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The food on Usopps work bench had long gone cold, the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke perforating the usual smell of metal and oil - where sounds of tinkering and clashing metal should have been, moans and swears, wet kisses and keens were.

Usopp yelped, running nose and teary eyes making him look that much more delectable as he came again - it didn’t help with the way he was fisting a head of blonde hair between his thighs.

“Is that good, mon cher?”

You fucked your hand as you watched them, each slick slide of your calloused palm along your shaft perfectly matching the rhythm with which Sanji's tongue was thrusting in and out of Usopp's overstimulated pink hole.

Sanji’s own hand was on his cock, hips thrusting erratically as he whined. Face down ass up as he ate Usopp out - he was almost louder than Usopps cries, even muffled against the dripping folds of his cunt.

“Please..”

You heard a little whine, snapping you from your intent observation, locking with Sanji’s pretty blue eyes, teary and staring at you from under thick lashes. Usopp was gasping for air, one watery brown eye on you and the other forced shut by a sweaty arm thrown over his forehead.

“Join us, Mon trésor.. please.”

The breathy way he begged made you impossibly harder, messed up blonde hair and stubble covered in slick, tongue sweeping over his bottom lip.

He had a proud look in his eye, as if he knew you would never be able to resist his siren song.

Fucking gorgeous.

“Oh Sanji. Do you want me to fuck your pretty pussy?”

Sanji went impossibly red at the comment, his cock jumping between his thighs and his mouth agape to release a moan so whorish it halted you in your prowl toward him - it was something so whiny and high pitched that he almost sounded like a woman moaning..

Usopp shot up, having been half asleep and shocked awake by the sound. Pretty eyes searching the room for any sort of danger.

The hazy look in Sanjis eyes disappeared and he suddenly looked mortified, scrambling away and pushing himself off of the makeshift bed and onto his knees a hand slapping itself over his mouth.

“Désolé, sorry. I’m sorry,” He struggled across the blankets, eyes darting between you both in horror as he realised what had slipped out. “I- I need to go. I’m sorry.”

His eyes were wide in panic, his hands up to diffuse any anger you might’ve had, or to block any hits that might be directed toward him.

Usopp looked over in worry, reaching a hand out that made Sanji flinch away.

“Sanji? You okay..?”

Sanji stumbled onto his feet, looking around for his forgotten clothes, the blood draining from his face and turning him slightly green. You pushed yourself up, legs shaking slightly from being on your knees for an hour or so, took a step forward, hands half outstretched toward him - he ducked his head down, almost as if expecting you to strike him.

You wrapped your hands around his waist, your sticky hands finding their place against equally sticky hips.

“Sanji, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry.. it’s weird. I should go. T-this is wrong..”

His eyes were downcast, such a sudden shift in his demeanour from his earlier cocky attitude, it made your heart hurt.

Usopps hand grabbing onto your arm, leaning his weight on you as his legs shook for a very different reason than yours.

“C’mon Sanji, tell us. We won’t be mad at ya.”

There was still a fucked out, hoarse quality in his voice that sent a shiver down your spine.

Sanji didn’t meet either of your gazes, mumbling to himself before steeling his nerves, his fists balling against his naked sides.

“I- Ilike being called a lady.. I like being treated like a.. a girl..”

His eyes were squeezed shut, his lithe body trembling slightly.

You and Usopp exchanged a look, your heart beating faster when that spark of determination entered your lovers eye.

“I- It’s wrong. It’s weird, a man shouldn’t want this or to be treated like-like!-“

Hands springing to action, you both pulled him close. Kissing his curly eyebrows, and rubbing his back. Usopp had his lips on Sanjis, stealing the words from his throat, wide blue eyes darting between you in confusion.

You pulled back, hand on the nape of his neck, running it along his jaw and cupping his cheek in your palm.

“Sanji, we don’t care. If it’s what you want, we’re happy to provide, right honey?”

Usopp nodded, snuggling the bridge of his nose into Sanjis throat.

“Now. Let’s get our pretty girl comfortable.”

You growled, nipping at his jaw.

A quiet keen left his throat as you and Usopp manoeuvred him back onto the blankets and pillows that made up your makeshift floor bed, he looked resigned, as if he had already decided that this was a trick and that you were going to throw him away any second, but there was a glimmer of hope that this was real and you wanted to fan those flames.

Sanjis legs hesitantly wrapped around your naked waist, your flagging cock twitching at friction of his own half hard dick rutting against the protruding bone of your hip..

“Please..”

Usopp kissed along his jugular, leaving little bites - their hands intwining while Sanjis other felt around blindly for yours.

You took it gently, bringing it close to brush a kiss against his knuckles.

A stuttering moan clawed its way from his throat when your fingers pressed against his hole, still sticky and wet from lube and precum that had slid across his taint to gather across his entrance.

It gave with surprising ease, Sanjis lips caught in Usopps to silence his debauched moans.

“Does our pretty girl play with her pussy all alone?”

Another high pitched whine left his throat, legs shooting outward with a force that sent a crackle of fire through the room.

Your fingers sunk to the hilt, Sanji grabbing onto Usopps bicep for leverage and support, pulling him down and muffling his noises against his plump lips once again.

“Guh! Oh m’ fuck.. mon cœur please, I’m-!”

His voice was an octave higher than it had been, a soft tilt giving each word a feminine undertone.

“It’s okay Sanji.. h-he’s really good at p-playing with pussy.” Usopp squeaked out, his face going a dark red with embarrassment as the words left him. Though he seemed to regain some confidence when the words made Sanji's hips buck.

You smiled, leaning over Sanji's body, tip of your cock brushing against his taint as you captured Usopp in a sloppy kiss above him.

Your tongue was practically down his throat, less battling for dominance and more of a passionate duel, wet noises spurring Sanjis hips into motion.

“Pleassseeee! J’ai besoin de ta bite dans Ma chatte maintenanttt.” Sanji looked up at you both with need, whining gently as you gave Usopp a quick kiss before returning to your original task.

Your fingers left Sanji's hole with a pop, the feeling of suddenly being empty drew a long unhappy noise from him, but it was quickly silenced when your cock replaced it, sinking inside the slight gape your fingers had left.

“Gods Sanji, your pretty cunt is sucking me right in.”

You watched as each little press you gave forward sunk another couple of inches inside him, each time Sanji let out a ‘god’, ’please’, ‘fuck’ that spurred you to push another inch deeper.

Usopp sucked in a breath as he watched, his own hand sneaking down to palm at his sensitive clit.

Finally you sunk the last inch inside of him, taking a breath and letting him adjust to your full size.

Sanji let out a shuddering breath, eyes unfocused and legs locking around your waist, pushing you impossibly closer. Usopp sighed and whimpered, long fingers thrusting in and out of his puffy cunt, looking at you with a need you’re all too familiar with.

You beckoned him closer, patting just next to where Sanjis lithe hips bucked. He shuffled toward you, shaking in excitement, on his knees, fingers still stuffed inside him.

You kissed him, your body uncontrollably thrusting forward, pulling a wheezing breath from Sanji.

He called your name, tears in his dark eyes, fingers resuming their movement within his walls. The shaky way he pushed himself down, laying next to Sanji's still shaking body, his legs as spread as they could be in the crowded little nest. His fingers pulled out, covered in slick so he could push his lips apart, showing off where brown skin became pink, the slight gape from several tongues and fingers sending your hip bucking again.

“Please, I need you..”

Sanji hiccuped, his arms wrapping around Usopps shoulders as you finally began to pull out and push back in.

“My gorgeous girl and my big strong captain,” The compliments pulling a whine from both squirming bodies beneath you. “Let me make you feel good.”

Your fingers found their way to Sanji's mouth, his eyes hazy and half tucked into Usopps shoulder. He licked and sucked them, breathing laboured with each collision of your hips against his own, and when you deemed them wet enough you pushed them down toward Usopps throbbing heat.

Your thighs burned as you fucked into Sanjis ass, his moans caught in his throat as he and Usopp kissed - your wrist aching from rough movements within Usopp, pressing against each tender spot inside him that had his legs shaking and his spine going rigid.

Panting and moaning were thankfully hidden under a heavy deluge of rain that was hitting against the little porthole window.

Sanji tensed beneath you, hugging Usopp closer.

“Is my pretty girl close? Can you hold it honey, I want you and Usopp to cum at the same time.” He grunted, a cry pulling itself from his lips at a particular grind against his prostate.

“I can- can..- I can do it, please.”

Gods, you fucking want them.

Usopp whimpers, his hot walls tightening around your fingers. The knot in his stomach tightening as he reaches the peak of his pleasure, his stomach muscles jumping and his arms holding the back of Sanji's head.

The kiss is deliciously carnal, and you watch as they melt against each other.

“Fuck, you two. I can’t wait to feel you cum on my cock. Do you want that Sanji, do you want me to cum in your pussy?”

Your fingers slide within Usopp, your thumb stroking along his clit which makes his back bow.

Sanji nods, eyes crossing and hips jumping and pushing back onto your dick.

“Cum in my pussy!”

You push into him one final time, fingers curling within Usopps creamy hole. Both men bending beneath you with hitched breaths, backs tight and bowed - the moment of silence before the inevitable break was perfect, eyes scrunched shut and hands interlocked.

You shuddered, the sight sending you over the edge as the tension snapped. Sanji cried out, high and whiny - his legs pulled against his stomach, his sweaty hair pushed out of his eyes revealing his curly eyebrows.

Usopp shuddered, it was almost second nature to watch him jump and shake, his pussy quivering as squirt coated your wrist.

You pushed to the hilt and more inside Sanji, curling over yourself as you finally emptied inside him, heat burning in your stomach as the coil unravelled in an overwhelming split second.

“Oh fuck.”

Heaving and sweaty, you collapsed over them both, shaking arms wrapping around your torso and another set wrapping around your neck.

“Thank you..” a hoarse voice whispered against your throat.

“Merci..” a deep, gravely voice called from your chest.

“Love you.”

“Curly brows!? You find ‘em yet?”

A deeper voice called from the hallway, the swordsman’s heavy footfalls coming closer toward the still unlocked door.

“And you say I’m bad with directions..”

The whisper was close enough to the door that you all heard it clear as day, even with the rain providing thunderous ambiance.

“What you say to me, Moss head!”

With your cock still inside him, Sanji retorted, immediately going bright red - slapping a hand over his mouth.

“There you are. What’re you-“

The workshop door swung open for a second time that night, a head of spiked green hair pushing it’s way through.

Unscarred eye wide and mouth open with stolen words, glued to the way slick gushed out of Usopps cunt and the way cum dripped from Sanjis gaping hole when you quickly removed yourself. All frozen still as Zoro realised what was happening.

Usopp’s face had gone a shade of red so vibrant you were worried for his health and Sanji slammed his thighs shut so fast you were sure he would bruise tomorrow.

Zoro looked between you three, his built figure blocking the rest of the hallway, an unreadable expression on his face as he stepped inside of the workshop and shut the door behind him, not bothering to lock it as he stalked forward, like a tiger stalking prey.

You hoped that this would be the last crew member joining you tonight, you could already feel the burn in your thighs that would render you useless tomorrow. Though with the way Sanji and Usopp were suddenly shaking in anticipation as Zoro began to remove his belly warmer, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret any of it.

[wnobin]

NO BUNNY BUT YOU! 🐰

petsitter! wonbin x fem! reader

series synopsis: your friends refuse to look after your bunnies, tokki and dokki, while you’re on an overseas programme for a week. luckily, winter knows the right person for the job.

series masterlist

part nine: wonnie and binnie

wonbin had rushed over to your dorm as fast as he could after hanging up the phone. you had called him with urgency in your voice, not even needing to specify what was wrong and wonbin was already putting his shoes on. it took him less than five minutes to reach your dorm, which was only a few floors above his. your door swung open with just one knock from wonbin, as if you were waiting at your door for him. before he could even ask what was wrong, you were pulling him in and dragging him into your living room, showing him the scene that made you call him panicking.

“what the fuck am i seeing.”

on your sofa was your bunny, tokki, surrounded by two other baby bunnies and wrapped up in a small blanket. wonbin blinked at the sight, mind going blank. you on the other hand, was panicking. you don’t even know how it happened, you had always been so careful to separate tokki and dokki and you even brought dokki to get neutered last week. wonbin was smiling at the sight of the newborn bunnies curled up next to their mom while dokki was kept in his cage, making soft noises.

“i don’t know how this happened, i always kept them separate until i could bring dokki to get neutered.”

wonbin’s smile dropped. he remembered that night where he slept over at your dorm and he never kept them in their cages. he didn’t think much of it when he woke up, separating them before he left in the morning. he scratched his head, unsure if he should start apologising profusely and begging for forgiveness or if he should pretend he didn’t know how it happened.

“um… do you remember that night when i fell asleep here? i think i probably, definitely, passed out before separating them.”

“oh.”

your expression softened as you nodded your head, getting down to sit next to the litter of bunnies, urging wonbin to sit next to you. a string of apologies flew out his mouth but you reassured him with a small smile. “it’s okay, it was my fault for not bringing dokki to get neutered sooner. what do you think i should do with them?” wonbin racked his brain, trying to remember what his zoology professor said about newborn bunnies but he couldn’t remember anything, having fallen asleep in almost all the lecturers. he scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, hastily googling “what to do with baby bunnies?”

you couldn’t help but to giggle at the sight of a panicked wonbin clicking on the first link he saw. “i called you here because i thought a vet student could help me but you’re just googling it? i could’ve done that myself!” you teased him, gently nudging his side as his face turned red from embarrassment. he read out the article to you as you rested your chin on the couch and stared at the bunnies, careful to keep your distance and not touch them.

“it says to let the mom take care of the babies and do her job for the first eight weeks and you can start to separate them after that. next is to separate the male bunnies from the females when you find out their gender at six weeks.”

“mm, okay. that one looks like a boy.” you pointed to the bunny that was mostly brown with a little bit of white on the tips of its ears, resembling dokki. the newborn bunnies resembled their parents, with the other being a mix of white and a dark brown. “what are you gonna name them?”

“i don’t know yet… what do you think?” you turned to look at wonbin, waiting to hear his thoughts. he didn’t expect you to want his input in naming your new bunnies and he couldn’t help but think how domestic this situation was, the both of you being together and coming up with names for your new pets. wonbin sat in thought for awhile before playfully suggesting that you should name the two babies after him. “okay, i’ll name this one wonnie and this one binnie!”

“what? no, i was kidding—”

“so do you want me to name them after someone else?”

“no.”

you giggled at how fast wonbin shut down the idea of you naming them after someone who isn’t him. in most of these cases, bunnies usually give birth to different genders and you weren’t sure if you could take care of both of them. “you like bunnies, don’t you? do you wanna keep one when they’re ready?” you were looking at him so adoringly, and you looked so pretty with the lights from opposite dorms reflecting in your eyes, and you were asking him so nicely that he didn’t even consider sungchan’s opinion. “yes. i would love to.”

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[thelamb1429]

Soul Train

Eyeless Jack x GN! Reader

<3

This is part of a larger series i’m working on. For now i’m just gonna post lil snippets of the fanfic just to sort of get a feel for how i want the story to go.

This is also probably poorly written/has a lot of grammatical errors because i’m currently pretty sick right now so i’m writing with a scrambled brain atm. I’ll be back to spruce things up when i feel better!

STORY INFO/WARNINGS

Reader is gender neutral

This isn’t necessarily a oneshot, but i don’t know if i plan on posting chapters here on Tumblr when I should probably just post the whole story on another platform so that my art isn’t drowning under tons of stories lol

This part includes: Mentions of death, mentions of death regarding a parent, descriptions of panic, slight mentions of murder

Every single last ounce of oxygen seemed to be sucked from your burning lungs at full force, leaving you on your knees, coughing and retching while the silent vehicle raced down the tracks. Car after car flew over the metal just a few feet from where you knelt. The moment you could breathe enough for your vision to fade back in and your ears to slowly stop ringing, all you could see as far as your eyes traced down the railroad tracks was a never ending train. You sat there for about a minute, but it seemed like the train wasn’t ever going to end.

Nina looped an arm under yours to help you back onto your feet, and you were so out of it that you couldn’t even feel the pointy accessories on her arms and hands poke into your skin. Despite the train in front of you both not emitting a deafening whistle, the rustle of metal on metal was enough to block out any words she tried to get into your head. Everything in front of you moved in slow motion as the weight of the situation set in.

Jack was probably dead now.

You could have saved him.

He probably died thinking that you would get there in time to help.

Once again you went limp in your best friend’s arms, to which she stumbled and struggled to catch your weakened body. Nina eased the both of you onto the grass as the train finally passed and the red glare of the warning lights went dark. Her eyes looked past the tracks onto the dirt road beyond, as if to try and manifest the best case scenario. She wasn’t an optimist by any means, but she knew how much Jack meant to you. You two had been friends for years now, long before you went off to college. While the decked out girl holding onto you had never even met the guy, she felt a cold chill eat away at her spine as it rushed through her nerves, making the rapidly beating heart in her chest speed up with the anxiety caused by the both of you panicking.

But she'd known death much closer than you had. You had lost many loved ones, but her little hobby brought her up close and personal with it several times a week. For once, Nina felt a determination to lead that didn't scare her off. Calling the shots wasn't something that she liked to take charge of, but this was the perfect moment for her to take the lead, to do something helpful for you. She didn't have many friends, especially none that could understand her and handle her like you did.

Maybe helping you get to Jack could help you both strengthen the bond that was weakened by the argument from the week prior to the crisis at hand.

Determined to help, Nina once again hoisted you up and looked you in the eyes.

"[Name], I know that right now you're pissed at me. And I lied to you, I deserve your anger right now. But if we have any chance of getting into that forest and saving Jack, we have to get up and do it now. That cult— or whatever the hell they are— they're dangerous and Jack has no clue.

You love him, right? Then we need to get to him and get him back into your arms, safe and sound.

So take a deep breath and get up already! I can't find him on my own. I don't even know what he looks like!"

Nina pulled at your arms, groaning with the force of exertion she put out as you seemed to stay in place, frozen from the terror of losing the only man who you'd ever considered to have a shred of humanity in him. The only man who befriended you with no ulterior motives. The only man you knew who treated you as an equal.

You weren't gonna lose him. You had to stop mourning for a death you couldn't even confirm.

Much to your best friend's relief, you started running off past the cleared tracks, leading the way towards the countryside where the forest began. Cold, bitter air nipped at both of your bodies and filled your lungs, causing your throats to ache with the icy chill that seeped into you both as you inhaled air.

Contrary to popular belief, Nina was not good at running! She was used to cornering her victims in locations that allowed for her to easily escape and march back to her hidden little cabin in the woods at a leisurely pace. When she wanted to run, she ran pretty fast, but it was obvious that she wasn't used to running for so long. Since she was trying her best to help, you attempted to slow down just a bit so that she could catch up.

After five minutes of running down the road, Nina had to stop to breathe. She gasped for air as he chest heaved, trying to get more oxygen into her burning lungs. She looked up at you, taking in the panic evident on your face when she collapsed. Her mascara ran down her face just a little when her eyes watered from the excessive running.

"Go— you..you need to find him. I'll catch up, just go", she wheezed out as a cough wracked through her body.

The encouragement was all you needed to take off running once again.

Maybe it was the adrenaline in your body that kept you going, masking the ache in your chest and your legs from the constant sprinting you were doing. Maybe it was the fear that if you didn't suck it up and run, that it would be too late. Whatever it was, it caused you to keep running so fast that it felt as if you were gliding through the forest around you.

You had no idea where exactly he was. In fact, you were going in blind. But there was something deep within the core of your very being that seemed to yank you in one direction before leading you towards another.

All you could do was repeat a silent prayer that you hadn't said in years. Not since your mom died.

All you could do was pray to whatever higher being that could exist to let Jack still be alive when you find him.

Credits for the dividers i used go to poicelain and kgymz!! <3

[eriquin]

The Trolley Problem, part 41

Tommy makes a visit to Hawkins Middle School and gets to throw his weight around.

(master post)

School was out and Tommy was waiting by Steve’s car with him and Carol and Robin. They were up on the higher level of the parking lot, with a good view of all the school exits. Steve kept fidgeting, like he couldn’t sit still. It wasn’t like him. He was usually cooler than this. Finally, he said, “You know, waiting with you guys to talk to Jonathan about those pictures is really weirding me out.”

Tommy frowned at him, and Carol popped her gum. “This is something that happened last time?” she asked. 

“Yeah, but Nicole was here instead of Robin,” he said. 

Robin was sitting on the ground next to him, flipping through one of her textbooks. “Isn’t Nicole in Jonathan’s photography class?”

“Yep,” Steve said.

“She’s kind of a nosy bitch,” Carol said. “She really wanted to know what happened to your hand. Made it, like, super easy to keep her out of the darkroom while Byers was in there developing the pictures.”

Steve grunted. “Yeah, that figures.” 

“What was the deal with the pictures last time?” Robin asked.

Steve made a face and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “There’s a lot of shit that happened last time that isn’t going to happen this time.”

“All new shit is happening this time,” said Tommy. He looked around. Jonathan was nowhere in sight, and it was well past the last bell. “Didn’t you say that you guys fought?”

“Yeah,” Steve said. “He kicked my ass.”

Tommy laughed. “Bullshit,” he said. “He’s a little twig.”

“No, I deserved it,” Steve said. His hand went up to his forehead, and he touched his eyebrow and hairline like he was checking for injuries. “Hey, should we go check on the kids? The middle school is probably letting out soon. They need to know not to go to my house.”

“I’ll do it,” Tommy said. “You guys wait here and figure out the picture stuff.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and started up the road to the middle school. 

Hawkins Middle School was just a short walk up from the high school, but Tommy hadn’t been back since he’d left it. It was smaller than he remembered. All the kids coming out of it were smaller, too. He didn’t see Will or any of the other boys, but he saw their bikes. He sat down on the end of the rack, balancing carefully, and looked around some more. 

The crowd of kids cleared out, but there were still some voices from around the corner of the school. Tommy hopped down and went to check it out. Will and his friends were there, standing with two slightly bigger kids. For a second, he thought they were just talking, until he realized that his boys had their backs to the wall. One of the bigger kids gave Mike a shove.

It was a little ridiculous to watch. The other kids might’ve been bigger, but it was still four against two. Will and his buddies were just standing there, letting these two push them around. Even when Lucas spotted him coming closer, he didn’t do anything. Mike was the only one even talking back, and poor little Will was hiding behind him. 

“What the shit is this?” Tommy asked. He had gotten close enough to grab the back of the bullies’ jackets. They looked spooked by that, and twisted around to look at him. He hauled them back, both at the same time. Their feet dragged in the dirt. The smaller of the two yelled about it, while the bigger one tried to get free. 

“That’s Troy and James,” Mike said, growing more of a spine. “They’re a couple of mouth-breathers.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Tommy said. 

The bigger one of the bullies finally wrenched himself free of Tommy’s grip and stumbled away. The other one yelled at him to stop, and then at Tommy. “Who the fuck are you, anyway? Let me go!” 

Tommy tossed him onto the ground. “Watch your mouth, shit-for-brains,” he said. As the kid scrambled to get up, he made a move like he was going to punch him. The kid yelped and covered his head, and Tommy laughed. “You’d better leave these little nerds alone, or I’m gonna make your life a living hell.”

The bully finally got up and ran away, after his friends. Tommy dusted his hands off and turned back to the group he’d been looking for. He crossed his arms and stared at them. “Why did you let them push you around? There’s four of you. Man up! You can take ‘em.”

The four boys shuffled their feet, looked down at the ground. Lucas spoke up first. “None of us know how to fight,” he said. “And they’re eighth graders. They could really hurt us.” 

Tommy sighed. “Fine,” he said. “After all this monster shit is done, I’m gonna teach you guys to fight. You guys need to put on some muscle so you don’t get picked on.” 

“It doesn’t work that way for us,” Mike said. “We’re geeks.”

“For now, yeah,” Tommy said. He cuffed the back of Mike’s head and messed up his hair, making the boy yelp. “But you can still learn to defend yourself. Come on.” 

“We have more important things to deal with, though,” Dustin said. “Like all that monster shit.”

Tommy sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Yeah, but after that, you’ve gotta shape up. Anyway, I came down here to tell you not to go to Steve’s house today. His parents are home, and he found a different place to hide El, so she’s not even there.”

Mike hissed at him to keep it down. He leaned over to look around Tommy, making sure no one was listening to them. “Where did he put her, anyway?”

“Hell if I know,” Tommy said. “She’s safe, though. You guys should head home and, like, plan more traps or something. We’re going to figure out what to do next about the pictures and stuff.”

“We can still help,” Will said. “Maybe we can go to El and help her with her powers.”

Tommy shook his head. “Not while she’s in hiding,” he said. “They’re going to move her tonight to try to contact Eddie. Oh, he’s alive, apparently.”

Will gasped. “He is?! How do you know? Did he make contact?”

“His uncle figured it out,” Tommy said. He shrugged when they started trying to ask questions. “Apparently, he’s in on it, too. Anyway, you guys go to someone’s house. I’m going back to everyone else. Try not to get beat up on the way home, okay?” He waved at them and started jogging back to the high school, hoping that the little shrimps would listen for once.

Tagging:

@neonfruitbowl

[mephinomaly]

[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 13

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Koga: (Woah, that playboy suddenly changed up his movement! Before he was jus’ flailin’ his limbs around like an octopus!)

(Now he’s movin’ with emotion, somethin’ he never did at practice! He has emotion, a soul! He can really dance!)

(I’m still in the middle of practising that part…! I don’t wanna make excuses like I haven’t prepared enough or I don’t have the talent though!)

(I’ve got to do my best with what I’ve got!)

♪～♪～♪

Adonis: (Hakaze-senpai, Oogami… You’re both amazing. It’s like wet gunpowder suddenly exploding.)

(What changed? Is it because Sakuma-senpai is here now? Did seeing him ease your anxieties and rejuvenate you?)

(I don’t understand how but– I must try my best too.)

(I need to learn from these people, from my friends.)

(I need to do this for them, who accepted a foreigner like me without a second thought!)

♪～♪～♪

Rei: (Ahaha. Thanks to me showin’ up, they’ve suddenly got some pep in their step.)

(Your scrambled thoughts have been blown away, and your anger and emotions are stronger than ever.)

(As long as you don’t think about random shit, your brain can focus on movin’ your body.)

(Then, your bodies won’t get worn out—otherwise you’re hidin’ your strongest talents.)

(Let it explode. Let yourself bloom spectacularly, magnificently.)

(That's why, even if I’m not there, you guys can defeat anyone.)

(I don’t wanna deal with those “vampires” that were slackin’ off ‘n messin’ around.)

(The DreFes was supposed t’be a live showdown, but this time it’s more of a ceremony.)

(UNDEAD will beat the “vampires” who are nothing more than an untalented, unorganised mob.)

(That’s how it’ll go. They had lost before we even began.)

(Bouzu wrote this story. Because of today, the Student Council will be received positively from vanquishing these delinquents.)

(These are just their opening moves. Haha, I ended up bein’ his pawn.)

(But I guess I was a little on edge in the beginnin’, but if things keep goin’ how they are, the only way we don’t win is if somethin’ major goes wrong.)

(We’ll be victorious, as UNDEAD.)

(The vampires, they won’t even come in here even if we ask them to. This battle— Flashback, has already been won. By us, by UNDEAD.)

(On top of that, they ain’t gonna exactly be eager to be fightin’ against me, against their god.)

(Those guys, those “vampires” won’t fight us. They won’t participate. They won’t even get up on this stage.)

(It’s ‘cos those vampires have no sense of danger.)

(They don’t think about the future. If they don’t get up on the stage, they’ll never know what could happen.)

(If you actually thought about your future, you wouldn’t be wastin’ your precious life bummin’ around being a delinquent.)

(They’re probably not even worried at all. They’re just goin’ about their day as usual. Maybe they’re making fun of us for the fact that we challenged them to this.)

(They think everything’s a joke, and waste their days laughin’ to themselves.)

(But they won’t be able to laugh for much longer.)

(My condolences. It’s too late for them to regret it now, morons.

(The crossroad lies here.)

(And those guys took a wrong turn.)

(Sorry, but I got no sympathy for them… Bouzu’s different, he actually fought back. They said they admired me, yet they avoid me, they can’t even face me.)

(They say they love me, yet all they love is themselves.)

(That’s why they chose the easiest path, the one that would hurt them the least.

(Pretendin’ they couldn’t see me right in front of their eyes and ran away.)

(That road doesn’t go anywhere. That road is crumblin’, and it'll send you straight to hell.)

(But now I feel like I can reach out my hand to those who have nothin’ to do with me.)

(I’m sorry, I can’t help you.)

…Welp, since you found me, I’ll be up there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail ♪

Kaoru: Seriously? If you’re not interested in doing this, you can just go home, okay?!

Rei: Ahaha. You’re sexy when you’re angry, Hakaze-kun. Sorry, sorry, Freudian slip?

Kaoru: Are you kidding me? Even if you think that, you don’t have to tell me!?

Rei: Yeah yeah, anyway. We just gotta get to know each other one step at a time. We’ll become friends no matter what happens, and there'll be a lot of opportunities to do things like this.

Yup. Fortunately, we’ve still got time.

This is our youth.

♪～♪～♪

[ ☆ ]

Chapter 12

[gabbysdawsons]

a random mason and sophie blurb that i've had sitting in my drafts for ages anf finally finished.

just gonna tag some people I know are interested in 911 ocs: @stelstellakidd, @daughter-of-melpomene

Sophie dropped the book onto the table, it stood open for a moment, middle pages sticking up like a paper mohawk before they flopped to their preferred side, dejected. She groaned and pressed her forehead against the table, the wood cooling her flushed face. 

“What’s going on here?” Her head snapped up from the table for a moment as Paul settles into the seat across from her. 

“Mason gave me his favourite book to read.” She rested her chin on top of her hand and stared sullenly up at him. Paul pieced it together in record time.

“And you hate it.” 

“I hate it! It’s so boring, and long.” She halfheartedly thumbs through the pages, fanning them out to demonstrate the amount of pages. “And too many words.”

“Those mean the same thing,” Sophie begrudgingly raised her head from the table and leveled him with what she hoped was a withering glare, but was probably disgruntled at best. Paul backtracked nonetheless. “Have you considered that he might understand that it’s just not for you?”

“That’s the worst part. He would. He’ll shrug it off and say it’s no big deal and I’ll feel worse because how did I get the most understanding guy in the world when I can’t even finish reading his favourite book?”

Paul scrutinized her, squinting his eyes in the way that made her feel like she was a bug and he had her pinned under a microscope—or however that science worked. 

After a beat of silence he simply says, “What is the inside of your mind like?”

“Bad, Paul. It’s bad.”

. . .

When Sophie got home, Mason was lounging comfortably on her couch. His presence perfectly at ease in her apartment, like he had always belonged there. Sophie settled herself into her spot next to him, sliding her legs over Mason’s lap as she made herself more comfortable.

“So- what’d you think?” 

As he was talking, his hand rested on her shin and for a moment. It was almost enough to make her forget the dread twisting around in her stomach. She shrugged in an attempt to stave off a real response. He looked at her expectantly. 

“It was- great. A lot of really interesting words arranged in an interesting order.” She tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear, hoping that didn’t sound as pathetic to him as it had to her. He leaned back against the couch, a content smile on his face. So far, she was doing okay.

“What was your favourite part?”

She was screwed.

She scrambled to remember the description on the back, or anything she had read in the first two chapters. It all melted together in a mess of names and complicated words she hadn’t bothered to understand. There was a horse- there might have been a horse. Maybe. While her brain was occupied, her mouth decided to spit out whatever it could manage to cobble together.

“Oh, uh, the part with the- talking horse named. . . Steven.”

“So you hated it.”

“No- No- I loved it- it was-” he quirked his eyebrows inquisitively and she crumbled “-awful. God I was so bored. I hate reading. It’s not for me. I’ve never liked it. I used to bully Matty into doing my book reports.” 

“Soph-“

Her mouth continued spouting off nonsense, seeming not to care that it was getting more and more embarrassing with every passing second.

His hands slid to her waist, a comforting pressure that made her pause.

“Soph- you’re allowed to not like it. It’s okay- we don’t have to like the same things.” His tone is gentle, reassuring, and the heat of embarrassment rushes to her face. She drops her face into her hands, the heat radiating from her cheeks practically burning her palms. She mumbles into her palms, her voice muffled.

“Well, we like each other.” It's a lame response, but he laughs again, and the warmth in it nearly makes her melt right there on the couch. 

“Yeah, we do.”

When she dares to look up from her hands, Mason is closer than he had been a minute before, she drops her hands into her lap. Her cheeks are still burning as he closes the gap between them. After a moment he pulls away, his hand still firmly resting on her waist.

Sophie relaxes completely into the couch. “Please never make me read a book again.” 

He chuckles, and his lips curve into a smile. 

“Whatever you want, Soph.

[orchidwilt]

what a time, what a time

(a song-inspired diary entry)

i feel a little nauseous and my hands are shaking

i see hundreds of cars every day working in the drive thru, and sure, every once in a while i’ll see the occasional dark red jeep that reminds me of yours. but i know it’s not your car, because it just never is. i thought you’d know better than to visit the store i worked at, but i guess you probably thought i wouldn’t be there, apparently we were both wrong.

but even though i know it’s not your car, my heart still flips at the sight. the idea of you coming through secretly excited me, i think some romantic part of me hoped you would try to remedy what you did while ordering some chicken.

i remember feeling scared too, like if you would pull through with a girl in your passenger seat or one of your friends that probably wouldn’t even know we knew each other. that’s how i would react realistically, i’d say, like a professional because i’m not getting paid to fulfill my personal vendetta i’m paid to take chicken orders.

i guess that means you’re close by

i saw the jeep roll around the corner far before you saw me i’m sure, and tried to will it to go into another lane so i wouldn’t have to think of it again. but of course, only two cars away was the owner of a crimson red jeep that was sincerely regretting his lane choice with every passing moment.

summer wind ripped through my hair and i straightened up, blinking surprise out of my eyes and tending to the car in front of me. but i knew what was happening, and ready or not you were going to have to talk to me.

my throat is getting dry and my heart is racing

the half second of eye contact we shared was enough to confirm my greatest fear as you stared straight at me. i wish your laser stare had disintegrated me, i really do.

i tried to stall the cars before you as i scrambled to think of how to handle this, but within minutes your tires rolled in front of my feet.

i haven’t been by your side in a minute 

i remember coming out of the dorm hallway through those double doors and down the steps to your tinted windows. but as soon as i tried the door i was met with your smiling face fucking with the locks, every single time. in the nights where i hadn’t smiled in hours and called you to cheer myself up, that stupid prank was usually the first thing to break my mood.

that feels so far away, i suppose now it has been 8 months. but when you came through 6 months ago, you showed me the pain of strangers, to lovers, to strangers again. 

i hate thinking about the way you looked at me. a icy blue wall of waiting for me to speak, lips pursed and eyebrows drawn. you were waiting for me to set the tone, but something in your eyes told me you already knew i wouldn’t pass this opportunity up. i had you trapped. i remember your eyes felt like you were monitoring my response to your presence. that pissed me off, how you ghosted me up until the very moment i had to make the first move.

but i think about it sometimes

“if you don’t have anything to say for yourself then go ahead and order.” my voice sounded strong, fueling to my anger above every other emotion. i pushed my panic down and took his order, a twinge of annoyance present in his tired voice. it made me angrier. i remember flicking his card from his hand, and firing some last remark before walking to my next car. 

each step sent me further into the sky, walking away from someone i used to value but no longer know. details flooded back to me, the freckles on your face and what hung from your rearview mirror. my brain rushed to update my now painful memories of you with more accurate descriptions of your voice and your eyes, and suddenly i was the one that felt trapped.

even though i know it’s not so distant

the panic demanded to be felt. icy blue memory broke my mental dam and i was a flood in a paper cup at the weeks of heartache and confusion i experienced a month before this horrible day. i got through three cars before my hands shook too much to take orders and my breathing in the summer heat was beginning to concern the guest. “take a minute,” she said, and i snapped my head up as i realized she was a real person and i needed to stop interacting with guests before i started crying.

i shoved my shit to my coworker and sped into the restaurant, past your car waiting for your food but i didn’t look back at you, i knew my face was heating up and my efforts were focused on walking tall in case you noticed. i doubt you did.

oh no i still want to reminisce it

i was especially grateful for storage closets for the first time in my life, but hating how my sister in law had to rub my sweaty, shaking back as i blubbered to her about having to take the order of someone from the list of people i never wanted to see again. despite her efforts i was done working for the day and wanted to go take a shower and pack a bowl to take my mind off of it. i’m grateful i was able to leave, less grateful for feeling like taking care of my mental state gave you power.

but i felt like it did. because i went home and told a friend, and just like tonight the memories of our friendship felt visceral in my mind. it bubbles up and i distract myself, but like that day i decided to embrace it tonight and write this clusterfuck of a tumblr post.

i think of the night in the park it was getting dark and we stayed up for hours

we were in your new car then, the brand new crimson jeep you prided yourself on, one hand at 12:00 wrapped loosely around your steering wheel. that was the night we came up with our handshake and i showed you photos of how pretty i could be--but we were just friends, it was just mindless flirting, right? that’s what i thought when we pulled into a neighborhood you dared not to visit since your ex from so many years ago lived here. but we pulled up anyway because i gave you the confidence to show me this ethereal lake you hyped up so much. “the perfect date spot” i thought mainly you showed it to me to brag about being a local.

it was the spot of some magical date with her, and i could soon see why. clamoring out of the car and into the midnight cool air, immediately regretting my thin leggings and letting you get a blanket from your trunk for me. it was rancid, but i was cold and something about the classic florida brush and trees walling off the forest intrigued me.

so we ducked into a seemingly random area of trees near the car and stumbled down some wooden “path”, flashlights dashing wildly to the woods as i freaked you out about animals to ease my own fears. when we finally broke into a clearing that felt straight out of the hunger games, pure moonlight shone in pearlescent blues to the grass below. and the stars, god, you would have never guessed we were standing in the middle of a suburbia in florida. I remember stopping to take it all in when you continued to walk, even before the dock I knew this night would have any girl of yours swooning.

not me, though. because we were just friends, and we were just driving somewhere to clear our heads from our own busy little worlds like we had so many times before. so i walked after you, closing the distance in fear of the neighbors up the hill behind us. and we walked onto the lone dock, overlooking a perfectly secluded lake, a thick tree line separating the tranquil scene from the interstate. it felt straight out of a john green book, and i thought you were going to try to kiss me. the stars over the water were rooting for us, i’m sure of it.

it’s what i thought would happen when we leaned against the wooden railing, and i told you how i felt like i failed as a daughter and a sister, but never as a friend. and how you know, and how much you cared for me and valued our unlikely friendship. we sat on the bench and i pulled my knees into my chest, the smelly blanket draped over me, and i wanted to rest my head on your shoulder. i wish you had tried to kiss me that night, something tells me i would have let you. and looking at it now, i wonder if it would’ve prevented or accelerated our fall from ethereal nights.

what a time, what a time, what a time,

i have the moment on stream clipped where you called and told me to meet you out, mainly to watch the conflict in my eyes and faint hurt from you ignoring me on my birthday thus far. i quickly end stream after that and sprinted a few blocks to the line you were in, and thus began our last night.

i didn’t think i would let it get that far when we were walking to your friend’s car after getting pissed off in the club and you asked if you looked good in your shirt, and i said yes without thinking. you got me good for admitting that one, you little shit. i sat in the drivers seat because it was the same make and model as my car, and we cranked the ac and pulled out a handle of pink whitney. that isn’t what i thought you meant by getting a drink from the car, by the way.

i wasn’t going to indulge you after being distant on my birthday, but i got bored of being sober and gulped it down like the best of them. i’m pretty glad i did, i think it added fuel to the fires. 

you asked to kiss me before i was drunk, and i said no. i said it was too soon, that i wanted to wait a little bit. i was echoing what i had said to my mom and my therapist about you, even though i didn’t really want to wait once i realized i liked you that night. and then we watched college kids stumble from club to club in college town, a typical friday night in the spring but watching it from a parked car somehow made it more glorious. it was helpful to watch something when you made me blush with sudden compliments, the streetlights and neon store fronts making it easier to talk somehow. 

you asked to kiss me again, and i told you on june 18th i’d kiss you but not before then, thinking that hopefully by then your friend will be away and we can pile memories to distance ourselves from how we met. it was almost a plan in my head i thought of for a while, this hope that by the summer everything would work out for us but i didn’t want a relationship before then. maybe that was trivial, but you almost agreed to it too. then pink whitney woke up something within me, and i realized you were right in front of me, looking at me like that and talking in that lower voice about how i was all you could think about. 

i can’t believe that even worked. i think i just wanted it to, wanted it to mean you thought about me even when i wasn’t drunk on my birthday wearing that in a locked car with my hot best friend. you wanted me there and then, so why resist someone i’ve gotten so close with?

our slowburn friendship finally got the better of us that night, no doubt aided with that adult pink lemonade we passed back and forth.

you clinged to my body like you wanted it forever

you had asked to kiss me again, this time i caught your smile with my lips, pulling on that shirt you did look good in and letting low flames flicker in my stomach. you brought your hand up to hold my head into yours, and only then did i realize my hands hadn’t appreciated their perfect compliment enough. our lips danced and pink whitney fizzed on our lips, a taste so delicious i couldn’t believe it took me this long to kiss you. my hands on the side of your neck then in your hair, pulling you in but matching your rhythm, every pressure and touch melting my judgement.

and then your phone went off, because i really am in a john green novel. it was your friend, marching back to his car with some random women i didn’t really want to meet. i think they were fates, shooing me off before i could make more memories that would come back to haunt me.

i remember stepping out of the car to leave and you hugged me, and i think part of my intoxicated brain knew this would be the last good night in a long time. i looked at you in the dark parking lot, the streetlights and storefronts painting the last mental picture i’d have of you smiling at me.

i ran home. with every step i began to lose my breathing, and by the time i got to the dorm i realized what i’d done and how irreparable it could be.

this thought haunts me. that when i got home, part of me knew everything would change for the worse. i cried because if you were like all the others you’d probably walk away at this point.

you said you wouldn’t but you did. and part of me knew you would. for one, you told me about girls for months and i knew you wanted to run or lie when things got complicated. for two, you were never one for keeping secrets from your friend, and i’m sure as soon as you told him what happened the two words for our terrible conclusion were spoken.

what a time, what a time, what a time,

i refused to believe i was right. i called you dozens of time, texted you more, tried to pull together the perfect words to get you to respond. it didn’t work, you never did. i don’t need to tell you that.

i cursed every color into my pillow, face beat red with disappointment and rage and desperation. i cried until my ribs folded up and bled, until i cried dust and my big heart couldn’t ache any more. 

every bone in me wants to spit at how i reacted to you leaving me, but in kinder moments i know you were just the perfect trigger to a manic episode waiting to happen. i was manic because you said you cared but apparently not that much, you said you wouldn’t leave like how i’ve been left before but you did. you were just a trigger, the exact way to unravel me again until i sunk through the floor and into the dirt.

every day that passed, every missed call and unanswered text sent another pang into my heart, another reminder that you really didn’t care. that i was the last to figure it out, and it showed with every embarrassing fail to talk to you. i wish you had just blocked me. it would have been kinder. i wish you had just sent those two words even, i feel like my dumbass would have realized much sooner.

for you and i

but hey that’s bro code  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

[sheerfreesia007]

Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 24.5

Title: Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 24.5

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 2,155

Warnings:

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @getbettercrayon

Jack sighs softly as he stares into the pan of scrambled eggs he’s making for him and Esme for breakfast. Normally he’d be happy to cook breakfast on the weekend since the two of them would be spending time with Bunny going out and doing things together. But now after the whole fiasco with her ex-husband showing up and the fight between the two of them Jack felt lost. He knew Bunny had become such a key part in his life but now without her in it he truly realized how much of his life involved her. Sighing once more he stirred the eggs so that they scrambled perfectly before he plated them for Esme and himself.

Turning from the stove after shutting it off Jack flinches when he spots Esme sitting at the kitchen island watching him with furrowed eyebrows. He smiles softly at her trying not to let her see how upset he was over his fight with Bunny.

“So where’s Bunny today? She usually eats with us before we go out.” Esme said curiously as she tilted her head to the side. Jack shook his head gently before blowing out a breath gently.

“This weekend is just going to be you and me, peanut.” Jack said, still feeling a little lost. “But I promise I’ll make it fun for you.”

Jack hopes that he can eventually convince Bunny that he made a terrible mistake and that he’s sorry for everything he said to her. He knows things probably won’t go back to the way they were before all of this had happened but he holds onto hope that at least there would be some semblance of the relationship they had before.

*-*-*-*

Esme huffed softly as she sat on Mollie Roger’s bed trying to enjoy the play date that her Dad had set up with her and Mollie but it was awfully hard when she couldn’t stop thinking about Bunny and her Dad. Mollie looked over at her from where she crouched down in front of her bookcase that held all of her books and board games. Mollie looked over her shoulder as Esme sighed again and flopped back on the bed.

“What’s wrong Es?” Mollie asked as she stood from her spot and walked over to the bed. Esme turned her head to Mollie as she climbed onto the bed and sat near her head on the bed.

“It’s Bunny and my Dad.” Esme said wearily as she sighed once again. “I think they got into a fight and now Bunny’s not hanging out with us anymore. It’s making my Dad really sad.” she explained to Mollie who twisted her lips as she thought of what Esme was telling her.

“Usually when my mom and dad fight, my dad will buy her flowers and apologize to her.” Mollie said thoughtfully and Esme nodded her head hurriedly at her friend’s words.

“My Dad has tried to apologize but Bunny doesn’t want to see or talk to him. I think something else is going on but I don’t know for sure.” Esme said dejectedly in a soft tone.

“Maybe you should write her a letter! My mom is always going on about love letters.” Mollie said excitedly as the idea came to her suddenly.

“But Mollie the love letter shouldn’t come from me.” Esme said confused with a little giggle.

“Oh yeah.” Mollie drew out as her mind came to the same conclusion as Esme did. Esme giggled brightly at Mollie’s mistake before turning onto her side and facing Mollie. “Well what if you wrote Bunny an apology letter for your dad?” Mollie suggested hurriedly as her brain kept churning as she thought about what Esme should do to help her dad. “Maybe she’ll read it and listen to you since you’re the one who’s apologizing. She always makes sure to listen to you when you talk.” Mollie said thoughtfully as she laid out on her bed.

Esme lay there staring up at the ceiling thinking about what Mollie had said, Bunny did always make sure to listen and talk to her when they were together. She also always made sure to see if Esme was okay. She grinned suddenly before squealing and grabbing Mollie into a tight hug, making the little girl laugh out happily at her antics.

“Will you help me write it?” Esme asked on a gasp to Mollie.

“Of course I will! I love Bunny and I want her to be your mom!” Mollie cried out happily before the girls rushed off the bed and grabbed paper and sparkly pens to begin writing the letter to Bunny. 

*-*-*-*

Bunny yawned as she stepped out of the house in baggy black sweatpants and a large baggy gray sweatshirt with the hoodie up. Her eyes darted left and right as she slipped her hands into the front pockets of the sweatshirt. She was still worried Tim was going to show up in the neighborhood, hence why she was taking Butter out for a walk so early. Butter’s leash jingled next to her as she walked down the steps with the happy dog. 

As Bunny turns down the sidewalk towards the park she quietly surveys the neighborhood in the early hours of the morning. It’s so very quiet and Bunny finds solace in the quietness of the neighborhood as she continues walking with Butter. Her mind has been in such disarray lately ever since her ex had been texting her and now with him showing up at a community event on Cynthia’s arm it caused her slip further into a tailspin. Sighing softly Bunny shakes her head, she doesn’t want to think anymore this walk was supposed to get her mind to calm down.

She looks up from the ground where she had been staring and is shocked to find herself further in the community than she had planned on walking. Looking down at Butter she sees him panting and feels guilty for pushing him so far to walk.

“C’mon Butter, let’s head home.” she says softly and he looks at her gratefully. Just as she’s turning around Bunny’s cellphone begins to ring loudly in the quiet. She quickly slips it out of her pocket and smiles when she sees Sarah’s name lit up on the screen. Quickly swiping her finger onto the answer button she presses the phone to her ear with a smile. “Good morning Sarah. How are you?” Bunny greets her fondly and Sarah’s soft laugh rings in her ear making her smile spread wider.

“Good morning to you too. I knew you’d be up at this time. Are you okay?” Sarah greeted her with a question. “Are you holding up okay? Jeremy said it was rough for the first couple of days.”

“I’m getting better. Still spooked but not as bad as before. It’s still taking me some time to get over Tim showing up.” Bunny admitted quietly as she continued walking home with Butter.

“Which is understandable. Don’t try to rush yourself to get better. You should take all the time you need to be okay with everything.” Sarah said kindly and Bunny felt tears prick her eyes at the warmth she felt just from Sarah’s words.

“Thanks Sarah.” Bunny said softly.

“So Henry said that you’re going to make a report with the police about Tim showing up and that you might need our statements to back it up.” Sarah said sternly and Bunny nodded her head absentmindedly.

“Yeah, so Jeremy’s going to be able to take me to the police station tomorrow night right after work so I was wondering if the two of you would be able to help with witness statements. It shouldn’t take too long to get done and I’d really appreciate it since it would help out my report and restraining order.” Bunny explained softly to her as she began walking along the sidewalk where the houses were, she didn’t want anyone to overhear her while she was talking about this. She knew that if Cynthia got word about what Bunny was doing she’d make her life miserable and she couldn’t have that.

“Of course. I’ll be home this afternoon and we’ll both be able to go down to the police station with you. Just let us know when you’re going and we’ll meet you there.” Sarah said reassuringly and Bunny slowly let out a breath of air that she didn’t realize she had been holding.

“Thank you, I really do appreciate this more than you could ever know. I’ll talk to you later.” Bunny said as her and Butter came up to her mailbox. She tilted her head slightly as she saw a corner of glittery purple paper sticking out of her mailbox and wondered where it had come from.

“Alright I’ll talk to you later.” Sarah replied before Bunny hung up the phone. She slipped her phone into her pocket again and reached out, opening her mailbox. Once the door was open a sparkly purple envelope almost fluttered out of the mailbox making Bunny quickly grab it out of the air. She flipped the envelope over to see her name scrawled in white glitter paint on the front with different colored hearts decorating the envelope. She smiled as she recognized the handwriting knowing it was from Esme.

Bunny walked Butter back into the house and locked the door behind her before taking the leash off Butter. She walked into the kitchen still staring at the envelope before she set it down on the kitchen island and moved to the fridge to pour herself a glass of iced tea. When she was perched on one of the stools at the kitchen island with her glass not far from her she opened up the envelope. Inside were three sheets of notebook paper folded in thirds to fit into the envelope and they held Esme’s writing. She had received a letter from Esme. Opening the letter Bunny began to read what Esme had written.

Dear Bunny, Me and Mollie are writing you this letter because we miss you. We know you and my dad got in a fight and now you’re not talking. Whatever my dad did he’s sorry about it. He walks around the house as if he’s forgot something and he’s always quiet now. He’s not happy. You make him happy and you make me happy too. I want you to come hang out with us again. I love you. So does Mollie. And I think my dad loves you too. He doesn’t get sad like this over anything! Please kiss and make up with my dad! Mollie says you guys should kiss a lot to make up for lost time, whatever that means. Love Esme and Mollie

Bunny laughs delighted at the letter and feels her heart begin to stutter in her chest. Her laughter dies down and she smiles softly down at the paper in her hand before she sniffles softly feeling the tears begin to well in her eyes. She misses both Esme and Jack too but the words that Jack said still sting her heart. Bunny takes in a breath and sighs softly, she doesn’t think Jack meant it but the words still hurt. There was a lot that the two needed to talk about, but at the moment Bunny had other things to worry about like reporting her ex for violating her restraining order on him. That was top most priority at the moment.

Just then Bunny’s cell phone dings with a text message and she pulls it out of her pocket to see who it was from. Frowning softly she spots Penny Rogers name on the screen.

Have you heard what Cynthia’s been trying to do lately? Penny wrote in her message. Bunny sighs as she realizes that of course Cynthia would use this time to make a move in the Home Owner’s Association board. Bunny quickly types out a message asking what Cynthia’s been doing before pressing send. She’s pushing to demolish the playgrounds in the community. Saying that they’re a sight for sore eyes and just wasted space for her dream spa. 

Bunny feels rage instantly consumes her and she grips her cell phone tightly in her hand. Gritting her teeth she quickly types out a text message letting Penny know that she’ll take care of it and make a counter for Cynthia’s proposal on election day. She then scrolls through her contacts list until she finds the number she’s looking for. She presses the contact number and holds the phone to her ear.

“Hey Jenna, long time no talk sweetheart. How are you?” Bunny asks happily. “Listen I need to call in my favor and need your services.” she says with a soft smile as she knows that she’ll be able to stop Cynthia in her tracks. She then begins to explain to Jenna what she needed to get done quickly making plans.

[lawonderlandwriter]

Living in Hollywood and working in Hollywood and working for someone who is related to someone who works for someone that is work-related to the Game of Thrones crew and therefore possibly people working on Snow, I feel like I can’t outright say “Fuck Kit Harington” for the things he said about Dany in the GOT Con panel today but.... I’m really disappointed in him, I’ll say that much. (If you’d like to know what Kit said during the panel, read THIS thread on Twitter, other threads have more info but this gives the gist). 

When it was first announced Kit was behind the Snow spinoff, I legitimately had some hope for it and, further finding out about GRRM’s direct involvement (when he had virtually none in the final few seasons of GOT), I had a lot of hope for it that it would try to steer his character’s ending (and maybe a few others) back to what was originally intended in the books, if our theories were correct that the show was complete D&D fan fiction. 

What purpose could Kit - but especially GRRM - have for creating this spinoff other than to “fix” or at least attempt to fix what D&D had broken with the end of Game of Thrones? Money? Returning to the cash-cow, as they say? I had hoped this wasn’t the case. 

And then Emilia was at that panel for the DIFLondon event and said so many hopeful and lovely things about Dany AND JON that I thought, what else could the spinoff be but a way to make all those lovely things a reality? With Kit being Emilia’s alleged best friend, and the two having talked about it before the news was leaked, it made sense to me that she would be a part of it, if not full on producing it with Kit. 

But with the shit Kit said about Jon killing Dany “feeling right”, I just don’t know. That hope I had for the spinoff is definitely crushed, I can’t say that it’s not. Is it crushed completely? Probably not, because I’m a fucking idiot and even with the leaks of 8x05, I still went into watching that episode hoping Dany wouldn’t burn down King’s Landing. That’s just the kind of dumbassery my pea brain participates in. 

The pea brain is scrambling to rationalize everything at the moment. Excuses such as “well, it’s what he said in all his official interviews when the season first came out, all the things he was “forced” to say, but it still differs from things he’s said in less formal settings” and “when asked who he thought should have been King of the Seven Kingdoms, he said he thought it should be Jon Snow even though in the past he’s said he didn’t think Jon should be King because it didn’t suit his character so he’s clearly just saying random shit to please the audience...” Kit also said his favorite season was S2 because there were more character moments so was that a secret dig at everything that went on in later seasons without outright saying he hated them? He also said he was “shell shocked” (yeah, we fucking know, we know he went to goddamn rehab about it) when at the table read and found out Jon kills Dany. He said Ned Stark would not have approved of him killing Dany. He said he hoped Jon would be able to find love again but also said he thought Jon would have issues being in another relationship because of his trauma from what happened with Dany and Ygritte. 

All of which just seems....all over the place. 

Was killing Dany right? Or is Kit’s real opinion what he speculated would have been Ned’s opinion on the situation? Should Jon find love again or is he too fucked up for love? Should Jon have been King or is it not appropriate for the type of character he is? What are the real answers, Kit??

People are also saying that, as with previous GOT panels, everything here was rehearsed / the questions were definitely vetted, meaning the answers may have been rehearsed / pre-written too. But if HBO execs are vetting questions and telling Kit what to say, are they basing his answers on only the previous series or do they write his answers according to what Kit and GRRM have planned for the spinoff. And if the former and not the latter, does that mean none of what Kit said is how he actually feels and therefore should not be taken as a sign of what’s to come for the spinoff..................? 

You would think that a question about the spinoff would have been NUMBER 1 on the questioners’ priority list but no one asked / Kit said nothing about it (which is ODD considering most people speculated that HBO would use this as an opportunity to officially announce that the spinoff was happening, considering, what the fuck else was the purpose of Kit even being there, if not to build up hype for his new show?) 

I’m rambling. Fuck it, I’ll ramble. And I’ll just say, I don’t think his answer about Jon killing Dany was entirely his own and that it was probably pre-written for him by the HBO marketing team who wouldn't give a fuck about the audience’s opinions on Dany. Of course Kit would have to say Dany needed to die after murdering nearly a million people in a single day, or of course the marketing department would make him say that, as they don’t want people thinking, hey, we and our actors are cool with mass murder, even if it’s fictional.  

Am I still upset about what Kit said? Absolutely. Do I think the answer was all his own? Not entirely. Do I think this means anything for the plot of the Jon Snow spinoff? Entirely up in the air. Will the pea brain still have hope for this spin off? Possibly. Even if I believed Kit did answer entirely honestly and that he thought Jon killing Dany “felt right” for their ending together, I still can’t fathom what a Jon Snow spinoff would be about if it didn’t somehow involve her being resurrected. It’s still a limited series. Jon still has fuck all to do up at the Wall with 0 character plot intrigue. Even if they did a “hey, the Night King and the White Walkers aren't really gone,” I don’t know how it would work without Dany. Maybe that’s wishful thinking. Maybe Kit would pull the ultimate beyond ultimate of betrayals and have Drogon return and make Jon his new rider as many Dany haters have speculated....?

Who knows? Whatever. I’m still rambling. I’m all over the place. We have nothing new to obsess over so I will be thinking about this for far longer than is necessary and reading into it far more than is necessary for something that, again, was probably just some generic bullshit written by some marketing intern. 

[quill-of-thoth]

Current status: procrastinating job hunting, thinking about how the specific way I got stuck writing The Fairy Tale Police Procedural (combination of too much worldbuilding, too much living in unprecedented times) is informing how I work on the current rough draft.  1) Maybe it’s time to attempt to be less influenced by current events? I started writing the Fairy Tale Police Procedural, properly, instead of in bits and pieces, some time in 2015. Took about two and a half years to get a full rough draft out because reasons. Also because I had a large cast and a variety of themes to explore and needed to narrow it down. Also at some point parts of it were also an extended eulogy for Terry Pratchett. In particular I got stuck on the bit that worked for discworld (quoted during Jingo or Snuff, I think,) about humans mostly not being horrible to each other in that setting, in favor of being horrible to other species. It wasn’t meant to be the whole truth but I latched onto it (again, in the early to mid 20teens) as something that seemed a little naïve, given the entire world.  Then I sent it to a few people to get their opinions, synthesized some opinions, started rewriting during 2019 onwards. Had a crisis of confidence because part of the point of the story is that even if this lot aren’t the best people for the job (in various ways both obvious in the plot and philosophically) they’re doing their best. I wanted them to at least *try* to be heroes in a system that, upon further research, could be skewed away from the real world all I wanted but was probably always going to be associated with its real problems. I did a lot of reworking. In the end, I got bogged down in a lot of themes instead of plot events that will probably pay off eventually, just didn’t all need to be in the book. 

So for current rough draft? I’m attempting to get a solid plot order in before I mess around in philosophy. 

2) Smaller. Cast. The cast for FTPP is like, twice the size of the current cast. On the one hand, this is necessary for the way FTPP is structured (they’re working on at least three cases at any given time, they’re colleagues in a large city, there’s SEVEN people on the team,) on the other hand, it made narrowing down whose arc I wanted to deal with most a bit of a problem, even if there wasn’t a proper deuteragonist in that book, just Eight and whoever else had shit happening at the time. This is, perhaps, not the fastest way to work on a book. (This compared to current rough draft, which contains... depending on the way this structure works out anywhere between three main characters and four. Everyone gets to board the character growth train at the same damn time here.) 3) When will the executive function come home from the war? Figuring out a writing habit that actually works is kind of key if I want to get shit done. Things that worked in 2016, 2017, etc. don’t work now. Not just because I’ve had five different jobs since then, moved across the country, and live alone, but because the brain wiring got scrambled in a new and honestly, deathly boring way by the entire pandemic situation. (Those of you who are newer: no, I’m fine, I didn’t take a covid to the brain or anything, I just had a several year long flare up of the brain weasels because the brain cannot handle prolonged stress due to prior shit.) So if, in 2016 I could come home from work and write a few thousand words without it being impossible to fulfil all my other needs in regards to socializing, actually taking in other art, and the work of living, and in 2023 that’s not possible? Time for some self-experimentation. 4) Time to make more posts like this into the void? I do think the lack of writing community around (exceptions know who you are) has made it harder to stay excited about writing, personally. So... I have a few options laid out that may or may not be worth the time investment, I’ll update if I find anything particularly exciting. Though, also: the only way to find people who will talk about writing is to talk about writing. So, while I’m still in the stage of trying to chart out where I’m going with this book, instead of getting stuck eternally to the vibe, I will probably make a few more posts about writing. Maybe even about themes and shit.

[mike-wachowski]

so what was the deal with that offscreen supercorp phone call, huh?

AKA: how i think the Lena/Kara call with Lena breaking the news to kara that she's going to Ireland went 

Kara knows it’s Lena calling before she even picks up her phone. 

She has a different ringer set for Lena, you know. It’s nothing special, really, just a softer, slower Apple-provided tune than the chirpy, high-pitched ones she uses for the rest of her family. She had changed it right after she and Lena had made up, the real time, right before she had been... taken, before everything that happened after. 

She never wanted to miss another call or text from Lena. 

She had hoped she’d get to hear it more before the Phantom Zone. 

She had almost forgotten she’d changed it, and when the plucky ukulele chords fill the dreary silence in Kara’s apartment, she jumps if only for the fact that it’s been so long without noise in her studio and in her head that it startles her more than excites her. 

But then Kara recognizes the tune, and that silly, familiar feeling of warmth floods her chest when she realizes it's Lena calling her, and she only lets the ringtone play out for three and half more seconds before she scrambles for her phone and slides the little green arrow over to take the call. 

“Lena!” She greets her friend (her friend, her friend, her friend again, her brain echoes joyfully). “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Hi Kara,” Lena responds, voice soft and level, and it makes Kara’s heart thump just once out of time at the knowledge that Lena is smiling when she talks, because Kara can hear the upturn in her lips as she speaks. “I’m doing alright, evidently. How are you?” 

Kara looks around at her empty apartment, the dim lights, the noise-cancelling headphones tossed haphazardly on her couch. “I’m okay.” 

There's a quiet, nasally sigh from the other end of the line, and Kara can practically hear Lena evaluating a response to Kara’s blatant lie. 

Secretly, Kara wishes Lena would call her out on it. Say I know you aren’t okay, to force honesty from Kara in a way they had never breached before Lena knew everything, because the truth is, if anyone else were to ask, to call her out on the bullshit she knows she's giving everyone, she’d probably tense up, hide it, run away. She would lie again, because lying was what was comfortable for Kara these days. 

But if Lena were to ask… maybe Kara could stand having her know. Maybe if anyone were to see Kara right now, for the wreck she saw herself as, Lena would understand. 

Kara waits for the end of the pause. She waits for Lena to say what she’s secretly begging to hear.

But it doesn’t come. 

Lena does speak again, but what she actually says is: 

“That’s good to hear, Kara. Listen, I need to talk to you about something.” 

“Um,” Kara sucks in a breath, a little ragged, and hopes Lena doesn’t hear it through her receiver.. “What did you want to talk about?” 

“Kara, seeing you with your father… seeing you reconnect with him... It's made me consider some things.” 

“Okay…” Kara nods along, not really following. Is Lena going to try and get in touch with Lillian again?

“I think I’m going to-” Lena halts for one, two, three seconds, and in the clear silence Kara wonders what she’s thinking. When she continues, Kara doesn’t have to wonder much longer. 

“I think I’m going to go back to Ireland. I want to try and reconnect with my mother, with my old home, in any way I can.” 

Kara’s whole body tenses. She squeezes her phone with a trembling hand so clenched she hears the quiet crack of her screen, and sucks in tight, panicked breath. 

“I’m so sorry, Kara. I know you just returned, and I don’t want you to think I'm avoiding you- in fact, if you need me to stay, please tell me and I’ll turn around right now-” 

At that, Kara refocuses. She would never let Lena abandon her dream for her. Hasn’t Kara held her back, hurt her enough already? Doesn’t Lena deserve to find her happiness, even if it means flying all the way across the world from her? 

“No, Lena, no.” Kara steadies her voice, surprised herself at the clarity and force behind her hollow words. “If you need to go to Ireland, if you need to reconnect with your mom, I completely understand. I’ll always support you… you know that.” 

Lena pauses again, like she’s weighing the truthfulness of Kara’s words against the heart she knows so well. 

“But what about what you need, Kara?” 

Kara sighs. I need you, Lena, I need you, she wants to scream. But that would be selfish. And Kara has been selfish enough in their time. 

“I just need some potstickers and a good nap, I think.” She says in her cheeriest, most playful Kara Danvers tone she can muster, and pointedly ignores the tears beginning to slowly flow down her cheeks. 

“Okay,” Lena mutters, and then louder, more reassuring: “Okay. Okay. I’ll keep in touch, Kara, I promise.” 

“Right,” Kara nods, because it’s all she can do, really. “Um- how long- how long do you think you’ll be gone for?” 

Lena sighs, and Kara already knows the answer to her question, and she hates it. “I’m not sure, Kara. I don’t really know what I’m looking for.” 

“Okay- that’s okay! Take as much time as you need!” She presses one palm to her left eye, hoping to maybe stifle the tears or ground herself in the pressure of her touch. “Just, um. Don’t be a stranger.” 

“I won’t,” Lena quickly assures her, rushing her next words. “I’ll call, and I'll text you as much as I can, and the rest of the friends too, and if you ever need my help I can remotely operate parts of the tower from my laptop...” Lena trails off. Their paused silence hangs over the phone call, the awkward trepidation from both sides apparent when they both realize the end of the conversation is coming. 

“I’ll miss you.” Lena finally breaches through, sounding slightly choked up herself, but Kara ignores it for the sake of her own heart and mind. 

“I-” I love you. I love you. I love you. “I’ll miss you too.” 

Another period of silence lapses, and Kara wipes the last of the tears she’s now managed to quell on her sweater sleeve. 

“Well, I suppose I should let you go.” Lena whispers. Kara doesn’t want to let her go, because the panicked, irrational side of her is screaming that this could be the last time she hears from Lena, and she can’t even see her. But she remembers what selfishly holding onto Lena had done to their relationship before, and maybe this is why Lena’s leaving. Maybe Lena needs to know Kara can let her go. 

So Kara does the worst thing. She makes the hard decision. 

Kara says goodbye. 

“Yeah,” She says, shaking out all the voices in her head screaming for Lena to stay. She wants to backtrack, to say what she really needs right now is for Lena to come over right now and hold her tight so she can dissolve and know she’s still safe. She remembers a similar position, once, but the roles had been reversed, then; Kara used to be the one holding Lena through her those moments she felt like she was slipping through. But even those moments are marred now, disfigured by the lens of all the lying Kara had been putting Lena through.. Lena must feel it too. 

So Kara says goodbye, if not to ask anything more from Lena than her forgiveness. 

“Bye, Lena,” Kara's eyes are clenched closed. “I’ll see you when you get back.”

“I’ll see you soon, Kara,” Lena says, sounding sincere enough for Kara to almost believe it. “Goodbye.” 

And then the line goes silent. 

Kara puts her phone screen down on her coffee table. She doesn’t have the energy right now to look for the cracks in her screen she heard earlier-doesn’t think her heart can stand seeing the physical manifestation of her loss. 

So she coughs out a weak sob- lets herself break for just a minute- and then grabs her phone, eyes still closed, and calls up the one person who’s number she can always navigate to even with her eyes closed. 

“Hey Alex?” Her sister picks up after one ring. “Can we have a sister night? I don't think I- I can be alone right now.” 

And when Alex comes over half an hour later, wine and Chinese in tow, Kara tries not to think about how badly she wishes it were Lena holding her at the edge of the couch as she falls apart.

[h0tchner]

Something More (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: Written as a request for the loml, Abby! (@heliotropehotch!) "Could I have a hotch x reader request thats got a love confession- maybe a hurt comfort scene where the reader is maybe torn up about something like self deprecation or some cop makes an off-handed compliment and he cups her cheeks and wipes the tears away? Pretty please 🥺"

word count: 3.2k

includes: love confessions! hurt/comfort, protective!hotch, mutual pining!!!, kissing, a little teaser of sexytimes, work tension, BAU!reader, crying and other emotions, rude af deputies, fluff soooo much fluff

rating: 18+ (cursing, crude nicknames, suggestive sexual mentions, and brief explicit sexual content at the very end)

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! I hope you love this one! If you want a smutty part two, let me know. PLS (!!!!!) interact if you liked this fic; rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

some pals tags: @arsonhotchner @laurensprentiss @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie

“It’s time to give the profile,” Hotch announces.

Six words. One sentence. Zero hesitation.

“Go and gather everybody in the bullpen,” he directs Spencer, who nods and quietly exits the conference room to collect your team and the rest of the Sherrif’s department of this small, Wisconsin town.

You stand on the opposite side of the table from your boss, looking at him expectantly. Hotch meets your gaze. His tongue darts out from between his lips as he glares at you from beneath thick lashes. You wait for your instructions, but the instructions don’t come. Rather, you both stand there in a staring contest, unmoving.

You can’t help but feel bare under his scrutiny, but this feeling is nothing new. Every time Hotch looks at you, it feels as if every fibre of your being is on fire. It’s been this way since the very first day you started with the BAU, and, over time, the flame has only burned brighter.

You and Hotch have grown close over the two years you’ve been with the team: closer than he’s been with any of his other agents, even Rossi. It all started with one long night spent together in his office, sharing cold Chinese food, scribbling away at mountains of paperwork. It was then, sitting across the desk from him, laughing at his incredulous reaction when he dropped some Lo Mein on an After-Action Report, that you knew: you were in deep. From then on, your Chinese food office “dates” became a regular occurrence. And then, those regular occurrences transformed into other regular occurrences; to name a few: rides on the jet, side by side, sharing soft glances and tired smiles after hard cases… holding hands to comfort each other when emotionally vulnerable… and even bringing you your favourite coffee on mornings that you’ve needed an extra boost. All these little moments of kindness and care are what made you fall in love with him. You would cross the line from coworkers to more in a heartbeat if you knew for certain that he felt the same way about you. But you refuse to take a risk on losing what you currently have with Hotch for the chance at something more.

The way that Hotch looks at you now, tall and commanding, feels very much like something more… it’s incredibly intimate. He’s effectively stripped away all the layers of protection you’ve built up to do your job with one pointed glance. What you don’t know is that he too feeling the same way, and is toeing a line between being your boss, being your friend, and being your “something more.”

Hotch breathes out hard through his nose. You watch as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does. His jaw ticks. He shifts on his feet.

“I want you to sit this one out,” he says.

“Hotch?” You question, puzzled. Nothing about this day has prepared you for him to say that. You start racking your brain, trying to figure out why he would give you such a ridiculous order. Did you piss him off somehow? Did you play-flirt with Morgan too much in the car? Overlook an important lead? Did he not like the coffee you made him this morning?

Looking over at him, you swear he almost looks conflicted… but it doesn’t last.

“This is not up for debate. Do you understand me? You’re sitting this one out.” He repeats, steadfast.

“I don’t understand, what did I do wrong?” You ask more defensively this time, wishing he would give you more information. Something, anything besides the “SSA Aaron Hotchner” routine he was pulling on you now.

“I never said you did anything wrong.” Hotch moves forward a step, finally breaking eye contact, opting to gather files and loose papers into his arms.

“So, then what it is?” You cross your arms, stepping forwards as well, challenging him with your posture.

He doesn’t respond, nor does he look at you. Instead, he lumps more files into his arms before rounding the table, moving swiftly toward the door.

You have never, ever disobeyed one of his orders because his orders have always made sense… until now.

“Hotch,” you say sternly, your stubborn feet moving to stand between him and the exit before your logical brain can stop you.

He’s practically up against you, cornering you between his solid body and the old wooden door. His height dominates your shorter frame, and the heat coming off his body is positively criminal. Your heart flutters in your chest as he stares you down, calculating his next move.

“Out of my way, Agent Y/L/N.” He breathes out, tensing his jaw.

“Fine,” you stutter, “just tell me why and then I’ll let you go.” Your confidence wavers as you’re a little taken aback by his official use of your title and last name.

You’re hurt, confused… and he knows this. No matter how hard you’re putting on your tough-girl FBI face, Hotch can see right through it. He knows this order is unjustified, but he has his own reasons: reasons that he can’t get into. Not now.

Hotch lets his eyes dart to the side, past your head, not daring to look you in the eyes. He wills himself to be gentle.

“I can’t tell you, but I need you to trust me. Sit this one out.” He verbalizes, looking at you a little softer now. His face relaxes a little more into the Hotchner you’ve come to know: the one who calls his son every night to read a bedtime story, the one who grins every time you beat him in chess.

You two stand there a moment longer, your heart racing from the heat of the quarrel and your current proximity to your Unit Chief.

Hotch opens his mouth to say something else, but a knock on the door behind you stops him in his tracks. You step aside and he whips open the door; a very apologetic Spencer stands behind it.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Spencer says, clearing his throat awkwardly, “but everyone is ready in the bullpen.”

“Thank you,” Hotch nods, stepping forward to leave, but you grab a hold of his arm.

“Hotch,” you begin, not entirely sure what you want to say.

“Later,” he answers, finishing the unspoken thought.

With that, he’s out the door and you’re left alone with only stale coffee and a bunch of disorganized files to keep you company.

You close the door behind them with a sigh, letting yourself rest against it again, closing your eyes for a moment in defeat. Three days on this case. Three days of hard work, interviews, and research just to get benched in the end zone. You wish that you didn’t love Hotch, because maybe if you didn’t, it would be easier to disobey him. Opening your eyes again, you scan the quiet room. Then, something in front of you catches your eye and you get an idea.

On the table rests one of the precinct’s phones. It is all too easy to use the conference feature to listen in on one of the other phone lines: specifically, one in the bullpen.

You grin and rush over to the device, feeling a little bit sheepish for not listening to Hotch, but you push the buttons anyway, and bring the receiver up to your ear.

At first, all you hear is the shuffling of papers and muffled voices. You take a seat, leaning back in your chair like the cat who caught the canary. Several more moments pass of bureaucratic white noise, but then, someone speaks.

“Where’s the slutty one?” A male voice whispers.

“Oh, Agent Y/N? Probably on her knees somewhere waiting for her boss to come back.” A second male voice snickers back, matching the volume of the first.

You gasp, the phone slipping out of your hand, landing on the table with a loud thunk.

Scrambling, you grab it again, your other hand coming to rest over your open mouth.

“Don’t know why he wouldn’t let us use her as bait. This whole case could’ve been wrapped up and done by now if we just stuck her in a skimpy dress and shoved her out on the street.” One of them muses.

“Obviously because he’s sleeping with her.” The other mutters. “Agent Hotchner looked like he was going to take your head off when you asked him about it. Thought he was going to deck you for suggesting disguising her as a hooker to lure this guy out.”

“Yeah, he did. She looks like the victims, though. Bet she’s a whore like them too.”

“Deputies, we’re starting.” You hear a third voice pipe up. This time it’s one you recognize: it’s Hotch. “This is your final warning. I don’t want to hear another word out of you for the rest of the day. Not only is this wildly inappropriate, but it is insulting and vile. If I hear either of you speak about, look at, or interact with Agent Y/N, I will make sure you are both charged with harassment and fired from this department. Is that clear?”

With that, your eyes nearly pop out of your head. The deputies mumble something back, but you can’t hear over the sound of papers rustling.

Stunned, you set the phone back in its holder and force air into your lungs.

Waves of thoughts come crashing down on you. You have so many questions and so many answers and it’s all just… too much.

Suddenly, you know that you need to be anywhere but here.

You stand, shoving the chair aside and burst out of the conference room, fuming. You power-walk down the hall, and past the bullpen, focused on getting yourself outside and into the fresh air. Understandably, you don’t look up as you pass the profile briefing, so you don’t see Hotch’s brow furrow at the sight of you. You also don’t see him hand his papers to JJ, excuse himself, and race to follow you out the front door.

Once you’re outside in the parking lot, you look up at the cloudy, grey sky, and the tears start to fall. You feel guilty and angry; part of you wants to run away and cry, but the other part of you wants to walk straight up to those men and kick them straight in the dick. They not only called you vile names, but they also called the victims – those poor, dead women – the same. You sniffle, thinking about how Hotch stepped in and protected you, stood up for you.

Hotch… the thought of him makes you cry a little harder.

You start to pace around, kicking gravel as you went.

Were you that obvious? Was your crush so rampant that two low-level deputies in the middle of nowheresville picked up that easily on how you really felt about your boss?

“Fuck you two,” you curse under your breath to nobody as you choke back sobs. You kick a large piece of gravel as hard and as far as you can, but it doesn’t help.

“Are you okay?” A voice prods from behind you, gently, hesitantly, as if not to spook you. It’s a curt baritone, laced with concern. It’s Hotch.

“Hotch,” you breathe, turning to face him, furiously wiping tears away from your eyes.

“What happened?” He frowns, stepping closer to you, a comforting hand reaching forward to take yours.

Any other day you would grasp it contently, letting him console you. Today? All you can hear are the deputy’s comments. Sleeping with her. Whore. On her knees. You’re embarrassed and ashamed, so, you involuntarily step back.

“It’s nothing,” you put your hands up, looking down at your feet.

“Y/N,” Hotch says, his heart pounding in his chest.

You look back up, locking on his beautiful, angular face. You see every feature clouded in a haze of sorrow and concern.

You know you must swallow your pain and try to get it out. He wasn’t about to let you off easy.

“You… they… I…” you begin, but never finish your sentence. Instead, you start to cry again.

Wordlessly, Hotch moves to cup your face in his hands. They’re large and slightly calloused, encasing your cheeks as his thumbs gently swipe away the tears. His soft eyes search your watery ones; despite your better instinct, you bring your hands up to rest on his chest. You feel his breathing hitch. One of his hands moves from your face to cover your smaller hand against his chest. The two of you stay there, just like that, for another handful of heartbeats. You focus on his hands and how warm and safe they make you feel. Soon enough, you stop crying and gather the courage to speak.

“I heard them.” You whisper, not trusting yourself to say another word. You know that Hotch knows exactly who “them” is, and exactly what it is that you’ve heard.

His brow creases and his hand grips yours tighter. He cleans another tear off your cheek, and then lets that hand down to ball in a fist at his side.

“I’m going to kill them.” Hotch states, furious and heartbroken.

“Me first.” You sniffle.

Your boss sighs, giving you a heartfelt look. Leave it to you to make a joke at a time like this.

“I told them this morning that if I ever heard them say another thing about you, I was going to have their badges. I should’ve kicked them off this case hours ago.” He huffs, closing his eyes, letting his other hand, the one that was covering yours, drop down to his side.

You know this look all too well. You know he’s blaming himself.

“It’s not your fault,” you offer, smoothing your hands over his chest to settle on his upper arms. “Hotch, look at me.”

He doesn’t at first, but eventually, he opens his eyes. His hands open and close at his sides, as if he’s fighting them to be still.

“I’m sorry.” He breathes out. “For everything. For handling this how I did.”

“I’m not.” You chime in, feeling braver, calmer now that you’re here with him. Your comment earns a quizzical glance and a slight head tilt from Hotch, urging you to go on. “You stood up for me. You honoured me. You respected me. You protected me. You –“

With a fierce momentum, your next sentence is swallowed by Hotch’s lips pressing into yours. His hands come up to rest on your hips, and then circle around your waist to pull you closer. He’s warm and soft and intense; you whimper into the kiss, moving your hands to rest on the back of his neck and card in his hair. The kiss is over far too soon for your liking, both of you needing to pull back and inhale.

Hotch looks at you with heavy eyes, hands gripping your hips. He smells like coffee and pine, with a hint of something spicier. Everything about him is overwhelming yet grounding.

“Finally,” you whisper, hands clasped around his neck. “It’s about damn time.”

“It is,” is all he musters, still dazed by the audacity of his own actions.

“Aaron?” You lick your lips, feeling his hands squeeze you tight at your use of his first name.

“Yeah?” He can’t help but start to smile, showing off his adorable dimples and crinkled lines around his eyes.

“I love you; do you know that?” You say in earnest.

Aaron giggles, giggles at your confession, and then attacks your lips again, making you yelp at the surprise. His lips detach from yours only to pepper kisses on your tear-stained cheeks, jaw, and forehead.

“I love you too,” he breathes out, giddier than you’ve ever seen him. He looks like a kid in a candy shop, and it makes your heart leap into your throat.

Just then, a car beeps on the road, startling you two. You’re suddenly reminded where you are, and why you’re here. The thought of having to go back inside makes you groan, and you bury your head into his chest for a moment. He hums into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

Reluctantly, you pull yourself off his chest to look up at him.

“Forget about them,” you say, “go finish giving the profile so we can close this case and get the hell out of this town so you can take me home and show me how much you love me.” You smile at him, pulling him in for another, lighter kiss.

He grins against your lips, meeting you for another smooch.

“Yes ma’am,” Hotch replies, giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose.

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Three months later, you and Aaron are coming down from your highs, sweaty and blissed-out after an amazing lovemaking session. After the team wrapped up the case and made it back to Virginia in one piece, you and Hotch went out to dinner the next night. He took you to dine in at the Chinese restaurant that you both usually ordered from on those nights you both spent pining and yearning in his office. It was… perfect. He was perfect. Just as your friendship had blossomed, so did your relationship. One date led to another, one gesture turned into more, and you and Aaron settled into life as a couple with ease. You hadn’t brought up the incident with the deputies since it had happened the afternoon that Hotch had followed you out to the parking lot to wipe away your tears.

Now, as you lay in his arms, wrapped in his strong, loving, embrace, your mind wanders back to their words. However, you don’t feel animosity toward them, rather it makes you giggle.

“What’s so funny hot stuff?” Aaron cracks open an eye and smiles down at you. One arm is tucked underneath his head, and the other is tracing patterns on the bare skin of your shoulder.

“Oh, just that case we had in Wisconsin a few months back.” You nuzzle deeper into his chest with another laugh.

Hotch frowns, recalling the memory, thinking about the way those awful men spoke about you.

“How is that funny?” He asks, hesitantly.

“They called me a whore.” You say nonchalantly, peering innocently into his amber eyes. You bring your palm up to swipe across his cheek softly, feeling the light stubble of his jaw underneath your fingertips.

Both of his eyes are open now, and his hand motions cease their patterns on your skin. He’s confused, and the face he’s giving you is downright adorable. It makes you giggle again.

You detach yourself from his grasp and sit yourself up, carefully shimmying down the bed. Aaron’s eyes never leave you.

You nestle yourself between his legs and look up at him with a smirk.

“They were partially right.” You offer, studying the small changes in his face, watching as his eyes glaze over with lust for the second time that night.

“I am a whore.” You pout suggestively and flutter your eyelashes. “A whore for you, Hotch.”

He shakes his head at you in amusement and chuckles, but it quickly turns into a deep, throaty moan as you wrap your lips around the tip of him.

As you start to bob your head on his already hardening length, you think to yourself: as much as I hate to say it... someone should really give those two deputies a raise.

[loveisonaroll]

Things That Are Worth It: Baby No. 2

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

If you haven’t read Things That Are Worth It, you can read it here. 

A/N: I really loved the story line, so this is part of the TTAWI universe. I will be posting blurbs (that will probably be more like short fics) about the family of 5 and how Y/N and Jake handle being parents together. This is also a slight deviation of what I mentioned in TTAWI, but I liked this more. 

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: pregnancy and a little anxiety, but mostly fluff. Also unedited lol

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You looked down at the tests scattered across your bathroom counter. Positive. Plus sign. Pregnant. You rubbed your face harshly as you slouched against the door. You could hear Jake strumming his guitar as he softly sang to Vivy, who had only been in your lives for all of two months. You usually loved listening to and watching Jake as he serenaded your daughter, but now it was slowly adding to the pressure building in your head. 

How could this have happened? As you slid down the bathroom door to sit with your knees to your chest, you wracked your brain for the last time you and Jake had not used protection. You weren’t on birth control, as you just had never found one that worked well with your body, so the two of you had always been careful to use condoms or plan b when you didn’t have a condom available. 

However, a memory crept into your mind, and you pounded your palm against your forehead. It had been about a month before, when Josh and his girlfriend Sara had spent a Friday night in your guest room, and they had insisted you and Jake go back to bed the next morning while they watched after Vivy. The two of you had gotten back to your shared bed excited to get a couple extra hours of sleep while your guests took care of your little one. The bedroom was prime for a good nap, too. The shades had been lowered, and the black-out curtains created an almost pitch-black room. The bed sheets had been washed the night before, and your pillows still smelled of the lavender room spray you had doused them in while making the bed. The sound machine was playing soft and steady rainfall, which usually drifted all three of you quickly to sleep. Yet, five minutes passed and you still hadn’t been able to turn off your brain, extreme exhaustion counter-acting your goal.

“Baby? You awake?” Jake had asked softly, turning his head towards you to catch any movement.

“Yeah,” you had replied, sighing. “Unfortunately. I guess my body is too wound up.”

“I can think of something we can do to help us relax,” he whispered again, and you remember hearing the smirk in his voice as he grabbed your hands to hold above your head and crawled over you. “But you have to be a good girl and stay quiet for me.”

The two of you had had slow and passionate sex, your orgasms gently lulling you to sleep. You remember Jake telling you to remind him to grab plan b at the drugstore later that afternoon, but the two of you had soon woken from your naps and jumped back into parenting a newborn. You don’t remember ever taking a plan b that day or discussing it further, so you knew that had to have been the night you had become pregnant. 

As you throw your head back against the bathroom door, you realize Jake had stopped playing, and another voice could be heard down the hall.

“Where’s Y/N?” you could hear who sounded like Sam ask Jake.

“I’m not sure. I think she’s in our bedroom…” Jake responded, his sentence trailing off into a whisper.

“Well, I’ll sit here with miss Vivy, if you’d like,” Sam said, and you knew Jake was probably headed to find you. 

Before you could scramble to stand up and hide the tests, a knock came from the other side of the door.

“Lovey? Are you okay in there?” 

“I-I’m okay,” you croaked out as you stood from your spot in front of the door. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until you spoke. 

Jake was silent for a moment, trying to register what was going on from your voice alone. “Will you open the door for me, baby girl? Just wanna see your face.”

Your face scrunched up for a moment, thinking about your sweet husband. He has always been your rock, even from across oceans, and he always eased you into talking about your troubles when he knew something was up. He is always the strong tree of refuge in a flood, the one familiar face in a crowd of strangers, and most importantly, the one person who could ground you in reality. 

Although this news was scary and untimely, you knew Jake was the one person to calm your fears. So you grabbed the tests in one hand and wiped your face with your shoulder as you reached for the doorknob with the other. You nervously placed your hand behind your back when the door swung open to reveal your husband, a lopsided smile taking over your features.

“Hey baby, whatcha doin in here?” Jake stepped into the bathroom, eyebrows furrowed as he placed his hands atop your shoulders and rubbed them up and down your arms.

“I, um, well—” you stuttered, focusing on Jake’s pendant necklace handing on his bare chest visible between his open button-down. Your mind drifted in that moment, wondering if Jake had been doing skin-to-skin with Vivy before he sang her to sleep. The picture made you smile softly, and you almost forgot about your immediate situation until you felt Jake’s hand drift down to your wrist held behind your back. 

“What do you have back here?” He asked gently, stopping at your wrist to rub small circles with his thumb. Jake would never forcefully rip something out of your hands, especially something you felt the need to hide, but you flinched anyways. 

“Oh,” was all you could manage to say before you slowly brought both of your hands in front of you and displayed the tests the best you could between your palms. 

Jake’s eyes flitted down from your face to the contents of your open hands, and you could see his eyes widen slightly.

“I know, babe, I don’t know what we’re going to do. I mean, this is not how we planned this, it’s not how we planned anything. And we finally got into the swing of things with Vivy, and I know it’s already been tough on the ban—” your rambling was cut off by an airy chuckle as a smile crept its way onto Jake’s face. 

Jake’s chuckle turned into a full belly laugh, and you couldn’t tell if he was truly elated or having a psychotic break until he squished your cheeks together to place a firm kiss to your lips. 

“Wha-?” you started, confused by Jake’s reaction. You knew he would have acted more positive than you to keep you from losing your shit, but you expected at least some anxiety peeking through his usually cool demeanor. This time, his excitement was evident and almost contagious, and you could hardly bite back an, albeit surprised, smile.

“You’re pregnant!” Jake spoke against your lips as he kissed you again. “I can’t believe this. Honestly, I know the timing is a little off, but I think this is a great thing.”

“You do?”

“I do. Baby, the last two months have been so hard, but I love our little girl and I love you, and I can’t wait to have another little to chase after. They will probably be best friends,” Jake gushed, and your heart was melting. 

“But Jake how are we going to handle two little babies? We haven’t even fully figured out the one we have.” You once again looked down at the pendant around Jake’s neck.

“Will we ever have it fully figured out?” He asked, ducking down to catch your downcast eyes. “Besides, we each have two arms, so I think we could handle even a couple more. And if you want to count my siblings’ arms, we have even more limbs for carrying babies.”

The two of you laughed, and you snuggled into Jake’s chest as he enveloped you in his arms and kissed your temple. Jake spent the rest of the night telling you how much he loved you, kissing your still flat tummy, and whispering sweet words to your daughter about her soon to be sibling. Although the timing was unsuspected, your heart swelled tenfold that night, and you knew if you were doing it with Jake, it would always be worth it.