#WHY IS IT TAUGHT DURING GYM

[dear-ao3]

there’s many weird quirks about american public schools but i feel like we all sleep on the fact that for one marking period out of the year they took us out of gym to go to health class. which was taught by the gym teachers.

not only did they teach us how to serve a volleyball, they also taught us about sex, birth control, alcohol, and stds. and how to drive a car.

i looked my 11th grade health teacher in the eye as she handed out a health quiz that was us labeling the parts of the vagina and the penis. and then the next marking period she was like alright kids let’s play kickball.

[yuu-extended-yuuniverse]

Pokémon AU! (Yuu & Riddle)

Trainer looking at Grim: What kind of Pokémon is THAT???

Grim, offended: I'm not a Pokémon! I'm a TRAINER. Just you wait! I'll be the greatest Elite Four Champion ever! Myahahahaha!

Yuu: Does that make me the Pokémon in this relationship?

~*~

Riddle Rosehearts was the youngest trainer to ever become a gym leader in Twisted Wonderland, and remains one of the most ruthless.

Gym leader Riddle specializes in primarily fire type Pokémon! Which is why so many new challengers who come prepared with a full team of Water-types are so caught off guard when Riddle's partner Pokémon, Roserade, comes out! Who finishes them off with her signature move "Off With Your Head!"

Losers are enlisted to paint the hedge maze roses of the Heartslabyul gym to appear like Poké balls.

More headcanons and enlarged photos below:

Riddle

Heartslabyul is the first gym most new trainers encounter

It is situated in the same city as the trainer school, where Riddle enjoys tutoring on his days off

His partner Pokémon, Roserade, was gifted to him by a childhood friend (Trey) back when it was still a weak little Budew

Mrs. Rosehearts belongs to the ranks of Nurse Joys and originally wanted Riddle to study medicine. To everyone's shock, obedient young Rosehearts went on to become a formidable trainer and eventually declared, much to his mother's chagrin, his intention to become a gym leader and help new trainers

Riddle is still the youngest gym leader, at 18 years old

Despite his harsh exterior, many trainers still attribute much of their success to Leader Rosehearts' insistence on practicing the basics.

If you are strong and fortunate enough to ever challenge Riddle again, his fully trained 6 team includes Roserade, Ninetails, Flareon, Rapidash, Alolan Rapidash, and Shaymin.

When pressed, Riddle refuses to answer where he met a member of the elusive Shaymin Pokémon.

Riddle can often be found racing or playing polo at the Equestrian club, riding either of his Rapidashs.

Despite all the good he does, Riddle can often be too much of a stickler to the rules and unable to see outside-the-box

He first meets Yuu when he is kicking Ace and Deuce, two new trainers, out of his gym for trying to cheat their way through his hedge maze puzzle and disparaging the idea of going to trainer school, refusing to let them challenge him and effectively ending their dreams of challenging the elite four.

It is only after Yuu challenges him for Ace and Deuce's right to re-enter the gym, and uses both lessons Riddle preaches and unusual outside-the-box thinking to defeat him, that Riddle reconsiders his black and white view of the world.

He gives Ace and Deuce a second chance, on the expectation that they first go to trainer school for a week, and asks if Yuu would consider sharing their unique battling style with the students at the school (despite these techniques not being taught in any books)

In the end, all three, Ace, Deuce, and Yuu, earn their Heartslabyul badges, and Riddle wishes them luck at the next gym.

Yuu

No one quite knows where this trainer came from.

All anyone knows is that they showed up out of nowhere with a talking feline Pokémon no Pokédex recognizes, named Grim.

For whatever reason, Team STYX keeps trying to capture Grim for some nefarious purpose.

But despite Yuu's unimposing figure and having just recently started their journey, they are actually a very formidable trainer and have managed to battle off every one of Team STYX's attempts.

Yuu meets Ace and Deuce while the two of them are being kicked out of Heartslabyul gym and a fast friendship is formed.

Ace declares that they are all rivals now, but they still travel together from city to city.

To Ace and Deuce's horror, Yuu seems to enjoy sleeping over in abandoned and haunted houses on their journey

Ghost Pokémon seem to particularly like Yuu

Yuu sometimes runs into an interesting person during their travels, a man they have nicknamed Tsunotaro

Tsunotaro seems to always show up whenever Team STYX is getting up to no good, and helps Yuu battle them off and clear out various Team STYX bases of operation throughout Twisted Wonderland.

Ace and Deuce have never met this mysterious Tsunotaro, but if they did they would be shocked to discover that he is actually Malleus Draconia, Twisted Wonderland's infamous and terrifying Elite Four Champion

But to Yuu he's just Tsunotaro, a weird but nice guy who seems to think fighting off a crime syndicate together counts as a date

[meyobe]

Pretty privilege…. No MC privilege pt.2

Satan

Mc can always expect him to take their side no matter what.

Mc was the first person to see past his angry and treat him like a person.

He is forever imbedded to them.

No matter how criminal the crime.

Mc was the one to start a fight? Well why was the other person fighting back?

Mc broke an expensive vase? If it’s so expensive why it is out, where anyone can reach it?

Mc started a fire in the kitchen? Devildom ingredients can be dangerous for human use-age.

He will most likely find a way to flip Mc problem on the person who accused them.

He his mind you do no wrong.

But not to be mistaken, he knows Mc is reckless but guidance is key! (He thinks)

Asmo

He will put Mc comfort over his.

He’s spent millennials admiring himself and put himself over other by default.

Mc showed him that his soul is more blinding then any gold or highlighter he puts on.

Mc has showed him a new way of viewing life.

Mc looks uncomfortable sitting on the floor during movie night? Just take his seat… matter a fact his kicking his brother off so you can have space.

Mc is tired of wearing their heels? He’ll switch shoes with you.

Mc is carrying a lot of bags that look heavy? He’ll carry them himself no matter how ugly he thinks it is.

He is letting go of his persona of being perfect because Mc taught him your flaws make you unique.

Buttt old habits die hard but Mc just has to look at him and he knows to settle down.

Beel

Mc can use him as a stress reliever( not that way ^_^)

He is the strongest brother( without and magic or demon forms) he works out and knows it can take stress away.

Mc showed him it’s not enough to be strong physically, but mentally.

Mc and beel are two side of the same coin.

He never wants Mc to hold what their really thinking or feeling back.

Mc’s had a really bad day? Are we going to the gym or on a run?

Mc is refaced with a bad memory? Does Mc need to yell he will listen? Or does Mc want to punch someone or something? He is right there.

Mc feels the need to let out some energy? Does Mc want to practice with him and his team?

He knows that sometimes people need to get violent to relive their stress.

Nothing that Mc May do can hurt him. So go crazy >_<

He thinks Mc is the strongest person he will ever meet.

He strive to be just like them.

Belphie

Mc can expect him to make an effort.

He’s had lots of time to dwell on his past mistakes and understand where he went wrong.

He will spend an eternity trying to make things right.

He wants Mc to know he’s trying his hardest for them.

He’s trying to living up to the honor them Mc gives him.

Mc has been feeling stressed? Flowers and a gift basket are at their door with a note that has the letter “B” on it.

Mc has to go to a meeting but also need to do my chores? He’ll make sure they’re done before Mc is back.

Mc and Belphie got Into a fight? He’s still texting them “ Goodnight, I love you “ because he knows how easily you can be taken away.

All his life his been deemed lazy or useless. It never bother him until Mc.

He is becoming the best version of hisself because he wants to be the demon whose worthy of a pact with Mc.

A/n/: should I write this for the dateables?!?!

I should also mention that I love writing so feel free to request!!

A new post about volleyball will be up soon!

Ty all!❤️

Pt.3 is up!!

[roosterforme]

At Least Twice a Day (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: language, mentions of smut, mention of injury

You loved having Goose and Carole stay with you and Bradley. His mom always taught you a new recipe, and you could tell how happy it made Bradley to spend time with them. Especially Goose. 

The guys were out walking Tramp after dinner, and you were helping Carole make a cake in your kitchen as you kept pausing to look at your engagement ring which used to be hers. 

"He'll take good care of you," Carole mused out loud as she cracked some eggs. "Not that you can't take care of yourself, of course. But he'll give you anything you need or want. That's just the way he loves you."

Her words made you feel gooey. "That's the way I love him, too."

Your future mother-in-law's beaming smile left you wishing Bradley would return from his walk so you could touch him. You just always wanted to be touching him. "Chocolate frosting?" Carole asked, interrupting your thoughts. 

"Yes. As long as Goose likes that."

She laughed and tossed her head back. "Goose has never meet a food he won't eat."

"Sounds exactly like Bradley."

Once the pretty cake was cooling and the frosting was ready to go on it, the front door opened, and Tramp bounded in ahead of the guys. "It smells good in here," Bradley murmured as he made a beeline to give you a hug. He kissed the top of your head as you snuggled your cheek against him. "Well this is a warm welcome."

"I missed you a little bit," you whispered. You made sure Carole and Goose looked distracted as you said, "You told me you'd make some more time for me all week. I want it real bad." You sent him a little pout just to reinforce things. It was hard to be as intimate as you liked when his parents were visiting.

His response sounded a little stern. "I know. I've been tired. And a little preoccupied. Don't act like you aren't getting it, Baby Girl." You pressed your lips together, because he'd actually taken the time to go down on you this morning before he got dressed. For almost thirty minutes. And it had been really good. "Now what smells so delicious?"

You patted his belly; he was still trying to get in shape again after his horrific accident during his last deployment a few months ago. "I don't think you should eat too much cake, okay. You told me to make sure you were making healthy food choices."

Bradley sighed and said, "If you make it, I'm going to want to eat it." He sounded a little snippy, and you knew it was because he loved his mom's recipes, but you'd stand firm.

"Just one small piece. I'm going to ice the cake, and we can all eat it tomorrow before your parents fly home to Virginia."

"Fine."

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Bradley knew you were probably a tiny bit annoyed with him when you excused yourself early to take a shower and get ready for bed. But the cake looked so good, and he wanted to eat it even though he did tell you not to let him have too many sweets. His parents were on the couch watching a movie together when he changed into his gym clothes as he heard you get into the shower. Since he had his weight bench in the garage now, he should be using it every day. 

When he walked into the living room on his way to the kitchen to make a protein shake, he felt two pairs of eyes on him. "What?" he asked, turning toward the couch. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Well..." Carole began, already cluing Bradley in to the fact that this would be an irritating conversation. "We couldn't help but notice that you got a little bit snippy with your fiancée earlier."

"Oh here we go," he muttered in response, running his hand through his hair. "How much did you hear?"

They shared a look before Carole asked, "Are you sure you're pleasing her in the bedroom?"

He froze in place and barked out an annoyed laugh. "We are not having this conversation. Absolutely not."

His dad put a hand on his mom's shoulder, but that didn't stop her. "Oh, yes, we are. We have always been very open about sex, Bradley. It's nothing to be ashamed of!"

Bradley looked at her bright blue eyes before glancing at his dad. It wasn't that he was embarrassed to talk about sex with his parents even though he was well into his thirties, it was more that he wasn't sure how to defend himself right now. "This conversation is not necessary. She was being dramatic."

Carole scoffed in response. "It's not dramatic when you're letting your partner know you need something, Bradley. She's going to be your wife!"

"Yeah," Bradley barked. "And she's already getting it at least twice a day most days!"

Goose choked on his sip of tea. 

"Oh," Carole said softly, but she looked a lot calmer now as Bradley shook his head. "Well, that's good."

"Mmhmm," he hummed sarcastically with his hands planted on his hips. "I am fucking my fiancée regularly. She's plenty satisfied. She just likes being a brat. But thank you for your concern." He turned toward the kitchen, nearly forgetting what he was planning on doing in the first place. "Jesus," he grumbled as he grabbed his protein powder. "The fucking audacity."

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When you woke up the next morning, Bradley was still sound asleep, so you made your way to the kitchen to start breakfast for the four of you. The coffee was brewing, and you were collecting ingredients for some pancake batter when you froze. Half of the cake was gone. "What the fuck?" you gasped, and that's when you saw Bradley walk in. "You ate the cake."

He frowned at you. "No, I didn't."

"You did!" you accused. "It's half eaten! You ate it out of spite!"

Bradley raised one eyebrow and asked, "Are you serious right now?"

You spun when you heard Goose clear his throat, and you turned to see that Carole couldn't even look you in the eye for some reason. "Good morning," she said as she reached for a mug. "Goose has something he needs to tell you."

"I ate the cake," he said. "It was delicious. I had one piece, and then I couldn't stop eating it. And then the next thing I knew, half of it was gone."

"Oh," you replied softly. "Well, that's okay. Why don't we just finish the cake for breakfast?"

"That sounds lovely," Carole replied, barely meeting your eyes. 

You took a deep breath and turned toward Bradley. "I'm sorry, Roo. You can have a much cake as you want, I shouldn't have told you not to eat it."

He leaned in closer and whispered, "I'll have a little slice, Sweetheart. And I'm sorry I haven't been as attentive this week as I usually am. If you want me to fuck you nearly constantly, you know I will."

"Shhh," you hissed. "Your mom is already barely looking at me right now!"

Bradley laughed as his parents took the cake and coffee into the dining room. "That's because I told her you're a needy little thing who wants me balls deep inside her all the time."

"You did what?!"

[rizzanon]

childhood friend! Shinichiro Sano

part 1 (here) | part 2

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you meet for the first time when you were both 8 years old at the playground, wondering why he was standing ontop of the jungle gym, looking at the distance

"Why are you standing up there?"

" 'cuz the view is nice!"

"....Weirdo.."

"H-Hey!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you meet again a few weeks later at his grandfather's dojo where your parents signed you up for some taekwondo classes for self defense

"What are you doing here, weirdo?"

"Hey! I'm no weirdo! And this is my grandfather's place okay? I'm allowed to be here anytime I want!"

"Woahh, your grandfather's the teacher? That's cool!"

"I know right?!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you become friends with over the next few days, watching him miserably fail to show off execute the moves his grandfather taught him to you

"HAHAHAH! You suck at this, y'know."

"Shut up! You don't have to tell me something I already know."

"At this rate, I can beat you easily in a spar..!"

"In your dreams!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who introduces you to his only other friend, Takeomi, and the two of you hit it off very well (much to Shinichiro's dismay)

"I didn't think Shin had other friends."

T- "Neither did I, I thought he made you up."

"H-Hey! What's with this mockery!!?"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who ends up going to the same middle school and high school as you much to his delight

"You better stop slacking and start putting in effort in your studies Shin!"

"What are you, my mother?"

-smacks his head-

"Ouch! Okay, okay! I get it!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who hates the fact that his siblings (Manjiro and Emma) love you as much as he does

"Seriously?? I can't believe you all are ganging up on me like this...!—Fake sobs—My very own siblings..."

"It's your fault that I'm just better, heheh."

E- "Yeah! She's way kinder to us that you are, Shin!"

"What?? But I'm always nice to you both too!"

M- "Plus, she always buys us our favourite snacks too!!"

"Bribery at it's finest... I can't believe this.."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who always goes to you to get treated whenever he's injured after fighting with other people

"Let me guess, you got into another fight again?"

"Ding ding ding! You guessed correct! Too bad there's no prize."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny Shin. Why don't you go and see an actual doctor to get your injuries treated?"

"Why would I do that when I have you who'll fix me up every time?"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who always goes to your class during lunch break to find you whenever he forgets to bring his own bento (was it on purpose? you don't know), knowing that you always make extra for him just in case

"Well, well, well, look who decides to forget to bring his bento for the third time this week?"

"Heheh, about that..."

"Don't worry, I made extra food for you."

"Aww, so you do care about me."

"Don't push it, Shin."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who worries that his rising reputation as a delinquent might bring down your reputation as well

"Are you sure you still want to be friends with me? I get it if you don't want to-"

"I already told you, I don't care what people think about me. What matters is what you think of me. That's all."

"...."

"Besides, who else will treat your wounds other than me, hm?"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who begs asks you to ride with him on his bike, promising you that he would keep you safe

"You want me to what??!"

"Come on...! Ride with me just this once! I promise you won't fall off."

"If I die, the blame's on you."

"Wha- You won't die! And I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who introduces you to his other two friends in Black Dragons, Wakasa and Benkei, hoping you'd feel more reassured about him leading a gang and being a delinquent after meeting his closest friends

B- "Woah, didn't know you had a girl, Shin. Who's she?"

"What?"

W- "Let's be real, Shin can't flirt for his life."

"Hey! That's rude! I so have game."

"Game of a rock, you mean."

"Oi!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who finds solace in you after every time he gets rejected by a girl he asks out much to your dismay (this was the 20th time)

"I don't get it. What am I doing wrong??!"

"It's simple. You're the problem."

"Rude... but seriously, why won't any girl date me? I'm certainly not that bad of a boyfriend if they gave me a chance...!"

"Well firstly, do you even have any interest in any of those girls you asked out? How do you even move on so easily?!?"

"If you put it like that... no, not really. I just want to date someone for the highschool experience y'know..!"

-smacks his head-

"Ouch!"

"No wonder no girl ever takes your confession seriously. Plus, your hair is so gelled up, no girl's gonna like that... Once a weirdo, always a weirdo."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who listens to your advice, and stops using gel as often as he used to on his hair, sometimes leaving his hair down to find out what you'd say about it

"You didn't put gel on your hair today?"

"Nope, I was kind of in a rush today, haha.."

"Well... you look... better like this, if I'm being honest."

"R-Really??"

"Yeah, keep this up and someday, a girl might accept your confession."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who tells you about the rumors he's been hearing around the school, about how many of the students thought you and him were dating and how he wasn't so opposed to the idea of that

"Wait, seriously?? People think we're dating?!?"

"My reaction exactly. I can't believe they think we're dating!"

"Not that I would mind that though..."

"Hm? What did you say?"

"??! You're hearing things, Shin. I didn't say anything at all..."

Part 2

m.list

[1d1195]

Ding - Round 4

Read Ding here | ~4.7k words

Warnings: angst, fluff

From me: Sorry for the delay. Honestly, might be for the best. I know this is a little shorter but I think it will help spread out some of the plot points I have planned for parts 5 and part 6. I think it might be a little rush but I promise hope it will be worth it.

Summary: Cupcake wants a proper date. Harry wants a Cupcake for dessert.

Harry was fresh out of college when he took out a loan and bought the gym. It was a steal, an investment, and exactly what he wanted to do. He didn’t have a lot of staff—in fact, Harry taught a lot of classes, cleaned the showers and toilets as much as possible. He got Niall and Louis to help as well. Once he was settled a little more, he got his college roommate, Mitch and his girlfriend Sarah to help as well. His own little family. Niall managed it most of the time and while he still liked to teach classes and train with Louis, he hired a few more staff members (and honestly? Even though he hired a few custodians, he didn’t mind cleaning the bathroom every now and again). His family was his life and he tried to maintain a proper balance which required a certain number of employees.

But adding in the sweet girl that dinged his car threw him for a bit of a loop. A good loop.

Louis was insistent he focus more on his training. Any time not spent teaching classes or going over the paperwork in his office was spent training for his big fight. He was going to be boxing a guy from a few towns over; someone also undefeated. It was being publicized as their own state’s match of the century. Harry didn’t care truthfully about it. He just wanted to remain undefeated. Harry was competitive and he would rather never box again than lose his undefeated record. The added bonus of Driven getting more publicity wasn’t a bad part of the deal either.

Truthfully, the part where he might win $100,000 was also a bigger influence on him than he was willing to let on. The fame of the fight had sponsors and publicity, and more good stuff for him than he wanted to believe he could have.

Harry wanted to give his niece a substantial chunk of money to kickstart her college fund. But even still, he would have plenty to give her and then he would consider, finally, purchasing a house—which seemed silly because he nearly lived at Driven and if he wasn’t at Driven, he was at his mum’s...or Gemma’s with the baby.

But that pretty girl with an apron and sprinkles had him thinking about all kinds of future things. Like a house with a fence. A garden that they could have picnics in during the summer with a dog that needed to be walked two times a day but didn’t mind lounging with them among the flowers while they read. A massive kitchen where she would bake cupcakes for their little ones when they had birthday parties and—

No, he just wanted to win.

Maybe if he had lost at some point in his career he would have felt differently. But the “0” in the loss column made him cocky. He was good, and he knew it. Harry was smiling at his phone, a picture of his sweet niece smiling for the camera while he went over the bills for the current month. There was a knock right outside his office.

“Hey,” Niall smirked. “Your class is about to begin.” Harry was dreading it. They had chatted a lot more and gotten a lot closer than they previously were, but the class made him irrationally angry. Maybe it was the space and just knowing why she was there, that had him so grumpy. “Thought you would want to see her,” Niall murmured when he didn’t respond and also looked like someone pissed in his cereal.

He sighed, putting the bills into a folder for later. He thought about taking them home and dealing with them while he watched a show before bed. Since he’d been teaching her self-defense moves, he found himself riled and angrier than normal—especially after her class. It made it difficult to focus on bills and his calendar when she was there feeling unsafe. “Course I want t’see her,” he mumbled.

Harry stepped out of his office and headed to the room with Louis. She and Louis stood close together speaking quietly, like two old friends. She was smiling brightly, looking adorable as ever. Her T-shirt was bright blue. It said A Pinch of Sprinkles across the back and was littered with sprinkles like rain over the design. Louis caught Harry’s eye and then tilted his head toward him. She turned to face him. It was like a reflex and her smile was so bright, Harry couldn’t help but feel better than he did when Niall alerted him about the class. He felt all the anxiety and frustration leave his body and he headed over to her.

“Hey, Cupcake,” he put a hand on her arm gently giving it a friendly squeeze. “How was your day?” He asked.

She smiled in return. “Good, relaxing. I went to visit my dad.”

He thought so. He may or may not have spent his lunch hour being creepy and noted that her car wasn’t in the parking lot near A Pinch of Sprinkles. Nor was it there when he drove by in the morning on his way to the gym...and if he ran his four-mile cardio workout outside rather than on the treadmill to see her car still wasn’t there right around the four o’clock shift change then who would really know?

“S’nice,” he smiled. “How is he?” He asked.

She hesitated ever so slightly that if Harry wasn’t so focused on her, he might not have noticed. But before he could ask more about it, she simply nodded. “Good,” she offered. Harry needed to remember to circle back to that when they were alone. He wanted to know more about her family and why she seemed so guarded at times.

Which reminded him of what he really wanted to talk to her about. “Hey, Cupcake, would you want to—”

“Alright, let’s get started everybody!”

Harry was looking forward to “accidentally” punching Louis tomorrow during his training session. He sighed. “Stay a minute after class?” Harry asked and headed toward the front of the room.

“Since this is the second to last class, we always offer to have a bit of a celebratory send off the final class if you are interested,” Louis said knowingly. Harry was looking at the floor, then picked the lint off his pants. The grumpiness he felt with Niall returned rapidly. There seemed to be a long pause while the group decided if they wanted to celebrate next week. “Oh, thank God, love,” Louis sighed causing everyone to laugh. “You don’t want Harry or I baking for the masses.”

“I can make cupcakes,” she promised with a giggle.

Harry looked up realizing she was offering her kindness to a bunch of strangers, bonded through their own traumas and the need to feel empowered because of it. His lips curled into a smile. Even though he was still a bit frustrated. It was kind of her to offer. He wasn’t surprised. Someone that worked with sugar that much had to be sweet.

“Can you make the chocolate chip ones?” Someone asked.

“The blueberry lemon ones are my favorite, it’s a shame they’re a summer flavor.”

“I can...” she laughed lightly, and Harry felt so warmed by the sound; all the frustration he felt melting off him. “I can make a list before we leave.”

Harry truly thought there was no one sweeter.

It killed him she was in this class learning to protect herself. Especially now that he knew why. But as mad as it made him, he was so happy to see her. Having her in the class was just more time he got to look at her and note how beautiful she was. Her strength, her resilience, all these qualities he instantly admired as he got to know her more and more. That first night where she dented Clay seemed like ages ago, not months. He was wound around her finger, and he didn’t care.

They went through the moves they learned the weeks prior and discussed more scenarios. Harry had Louis help her more when she needed it. Frankly, it was too hard for him to do it without getting irrationally angry. “You want t’make sure you’re continuing t’practice these moves even after the lessons end,” Harry told the group as their time was ending for the night.

“So, we should be fighting our significant others over the dishes?” Someone called from the back of the room. It caused everyone to laugh once more, and Harry chuckled.

“No, not what I would suggest,” he snickered and even though there were at least fifteen other people in the room, Harry could pick out her giggle among everyone else’s.

“We’ve discussed a lot of reflexive moves and how a lot of the fight back instincts that take over don’t always help you get away,” Louis continued. Harry’s face returned to its neutral position. Although if she was asked, it was one of the sourest expressions she saw on him. But she was intently listening to Louis repeat the spiel once more. “Remember that’s your goal: to get away and find help as quickly as you can and as safely as you can.”

Harry didn’t dare look at her.

*

She stood next to Sarah’s desk taking down orders for their celebration the next week. It was a long list. Harry wasn’t a baker nor the owner of a bakery, but he knew that if they came to her store, it would have cost a pretty penny to sell all that was listed on her slip of paper.

“I can pay for it,” Harry offered coming to stand in front of her.

“Oh God, no. Don’t you dare,” she smiled and shook her head. “You’ve made all of us feel so safe and so empowered. It’s the least I can do—besides, it’s almost blueberry lemon season so I need to practice anyway,” her shrug was casual as she crossed out different parts of her list and added tallies to the other parts. “Maeve and I can handle it. I usually end up giving the leftovers to a homeless shelter anyway, or the nearby nursing home.”

Harry wondered if she was magic. Made of flour and sugar herself that was dipped into all her treats at that bakery and decorated with a pinch of sprinkles. There was simply no one as sweet as her. He was certain.

She watched as Harry’s eyes softened around the edges as she spoke. It felt warm and nice to look at Harry so intensely. He was so handsome and so kind to her. No one had made her feel so safe in ages. Not even Louis who propped her hands and feet into their proper positions and told her how to execute a stomp to someone’s instep.

“Cupcake, do you want to—”

“I’m sorry, Harry, one second,” she held her hand up toward him and turned her attention to a girl from their class. “Did you say Jack?” She asked.

Harry tilted his head curiously but watched as the recognition on the girl’s face blinked in surprise. “Uh...yeah?” She held her phone out to show a picture. Harry watched as her whole body stiffened and she glanced away. “Why?”

She bit the inside of her lip. “Look, I don’t want to prevent you from having a nice time, but he tried to force me back to his place. I would feel horribly guilty if I didn’t tell you. Maybe it was just a me thing. But I think I would like to know ahead of time. He’s why I’m here, taking lessons,” she looked at her pleadingly. “One girl to another,” she offered. “That’s all I want to say. I’ll mind my business now.”

The girl looked back and forth at her then the phone curiously. Her friend was silent.

Harry was shaking again. His hands clenched into fists. He saw the picture of him. He tried to place him in her bakery the other day and couldn’t identify where he was. Harry stalked off toward the back room without another word to her or the other ladies.

His focus was on making his way for the punching bag as quickly as he could to release the stress and anger he felt. He didn’t get to hear the rest of the conversation, nor did he want to. He hoped that girl took her advice and didn’t go out with him. It would serve that sorry excuse for a man right, and of course, most importantly, keep her safe. Harry would lose his mind if he found out he hurt someone else the way he hurt his sweet sprinkle girl.

His breath was a series of uneven pants. Not the regulated breathing he practiced while he trained with Louis. His emotions and frustrations clouded his head taking over instinctively. When he finally ran out of breath with one final punch he stopped, held the punching bag, and rested his forehead against it trying to relax his breathing.

Softly, she cleared her throat. Harry blinked, his eyes opened and turned to the sound. “Sorry,” she whispered. He steadied the swaying bag and looked at her, his eyes intense and as focused on her as ever. “I know you...” she sighed. “I had to tell her.”

He nodded. “I know.”

She paused awkwardly standing in the doorway. “I’m okay,” she offered. “Actually... I’ve learned at least five ways to incapacitate you to get to the front and tell Sarah to call 911,” she smiled weakly hoping it would make him smile.

It didn’t.

Biting the inside of her lip, she felt a wave of anxiety come over her. He was too mad right now. She should have just left. “Do you want the raspberry filled?” He continued to stare at her. Unspeaking, unmoving. Her heart felt sad that he didn’t want to talk to her any longer. “Um... okay... I guess... I’ll see you around, then, Harry.”

It felt like he was holding his breath until that moment and then released it as if all the air in his lungs had been there since the day, he met her and whooshed out of him for a good thirty seconds. “Cupcake,” he murmured running a hand over his face. She turned back, stood far away from him as she could without being in the other room. “I’ve been trying t’ask you on a date all night—well, for days really. And... s’jus’ not the right time—never the right time. We keep getting pulled into other conversations. Or training or your timers for cookies. Then m’mad or m’tired or—”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Harry stopped speaking. This time he thought he had stopped breathing altogether. “Yes, what?” He asked.

“I would love to go on a date with you,” she answered. Her cheeks were pink—he could see how flushed she was by the concept.

“You would?”

“I’m glad you’ve been doing the repeating lately,” she smiled.

“Are you sure, Cupcake?” He ignored her joke. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable; and I know I’ve been a lot... Plus your last—”

She closed the space between the two of them and pressed her lips to his cheek. He tasted like salt from the sweat that poured over him throughout the day. He was in desperate need of a shower. “I would really like to go out with you, Harry,” she repeated softly. “Whenever you want.”

Harry swore his heart skipped a beat. “Yeah?”

She nodded, still smiling. “I would really like that,” she promised. Harry sighed with relief.

“Tomorrow? I’d like to take you t’dinner,” he offered.

She nodded. “I would also like that,” it was the happiest she ever felt in her whole life.

The guilt of it was overwhelming.

“Good night, kitten,” he cooed softly.

“Night, Harry,” she headed for the door again. Harry watched, smiling after her as she turned in the doorway. She leaned against it, her hand pressed to the frame, and she tilted her head against it. “You’re going to kiss me, right? After our proper date?”

Her smile was so pretty, Harry felt light-headed. “I hope so, Cupcake.”

*

Harry did kiss her.

In fact, he kissed her so much they didn’t even have dinner at the restaurant. He could hardly stand how pretty she looked he couldn’t leave her doorway when she opened it. She had spent the better part of an hour fixing her hair into a perfect style rather than the stringy, rainy mess he saw the day he met her. Or the way her hair was almost always up and out of her face to deal with baked goods. She put on extra makeup too. She felt beautiful—but Harry’s reaction made her feel... gorgeous.

He put a hand over his heart and smiled, stepping back a pace to take in how beautiful she looked. She laughed at his dramatics. “Wow,” he tapped his hand over his heart. “I thought y’were beautiful with the apron and sprinkles.” She laughed; her pretty cheeks turned pink. He put his hand against the top of the doorframe and leaned in toward her.  “M’not going t’make it through dinner, Cupcake,” he shook his head. “Can I kiss you now?” His eyes were soft.

“Now?” She whispered back.

He nodded his eyes focused on her lips. “Repeating again?”

“What about dinner?”

“I’ll take y’after.”

Honestly, she didn’t think there would be an after if they didn’t go now. Harry looked unbelievably good. He wore a pair of dress pants and she had only ever seen him in sweats and shorts. Those did things to her heart that she didn’t know the dress pants would do. His button down was tucked into his pants, and he looked like he was ready for an interview. He was so handsome.

“I’m pretty hungry now,” she told him, her eyes dancing flirtatiously.

“Me too,” he answered and leaned closer. His forehead rested against hers. She could feel the exhale of his breath against her skin. “May I kiss you, Cupcake?” He asked. She nodded breathlessly. He shook his head. Rested a hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him. “You have t’say it, kitten,” he encouraged softly. “M’not messing around with this,” he assured her. “I’ll give y’anything y’want, but y’have t’say it,” his voice was so gravelly and low she felt it in every inch of her nervous system. She shivered involuntarily and nodded again.

“Please kiss me,” she whispered so quietly he barely heard her.

But he did hear her. Harry would give her anything she wanted so he pressed his mouth over hers, and it felt like he was supposed to kiss her. The way her lips felt against his, the exhale of her breath against his skin. It all felt so perfect. His hands rested on her hips, and he tugged her closer to him, so she pressed snuggly against his body. Her hands came up to the sides of his neck, her fingertips curling to the back of his head and sliding into his hair.

“Your hair is so soft,” she whispered when they broke apart for air. Harry chuckled and kissed her again, his lips slotting between hers and he brought an arm around her back leaning toward her, so she tilted back just so slightly. “Can we go inside?” She whispered.

“Do you want me inside?” He asked against her lips.

She nodded quickly. “Very much.” Harry didn’t break from her lips to push her inside the doorway. She slipped out of her shoes; shoes Harry didn’t even get to look at because he was so distracted by how much he wanted to kiss her he couldn’t take in the rest of her and how pretty she looked. He took a moment now to note her dress, all black with some buttons and a tie sinched around her waist. It fell to just below her knee but left room through the slit for him to see part of her thigh.

She was stunning.

“God, Cupcake, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured went back to kissing her. His hands roamed over her waist making her insides turn to mush wherever he touched her. She shivered again letting her tongue run over his lower lip as he kissed her. He groaned into her mouth. Her hands held onto his belt loops, tugging him closer to her. She could feel the way their kiss was affecting him. It made her want more to feel his arousal.

“Can I...?” She swallowed pulling from his lips and her hand started for the front of his pants.

“Oh fuck,” he croaked.

“I...” she looked at him nervously. He made consent sound so sexy but she felt stupid for asking.

“Yes,” he nodded firmly. “Whatever y’want, Cupcake, m’all yours.”

For whatever reason she thought of Niall saying how Harry was whipped for her when they hardly knew each other. He called Harry her boyfriend and now she wanted to take his belt off and rip his pants off.

Was it too fast? She didn’t let Jack take her home and she knew him about as much as she knew Harry at the time. Was she overreacting? How could he ruin this moment even though...? How come—

“Cupcake?” Harry asked quickly. “Y’okay there, sweetheart?” He asked softly. She blinked in surprise, realizing she spaced out as her thoughts reeled. Harry was holding her face gently. “D’you want to stop?” His pants were unzipped and unbuttoned—she didn’t even realize she had done that. Her fingers tucked into his beltloops once more, ready to pull them down further. The Calvin Klein band poked out from his shirt and the shift of his pants falling lower on his hips. Harry was staring at her nervously. Her gaze was blank as she looked back at him; as if she was unsure of her own actions. “Kitten?” he repeated and removed his hands from her face. He tugged her fingers loose of his loops. “Can y’talk t’me please?” He asked, separating them a bit more. He pulled his pants back up, zipped and buttoned them. “You’re making me nervous, Cupcake...” he trailed off eyeing her uncertainly.

Her heart felt sad for him. He was so gentle, so nice, so careful. He steered her to the couch, putting space between the two of them. The only part of him that touched her was his knee bumping into hers. “Sorry,” she whispered, finally.

Relief rushed through him at the sound of her voice. “There’s nothing t’apologize for, Cupcake,” he promised reassuringly.

“But you’re—” Her eyes looked at the bulge against the zipper of his pants. He shrugged.

“S’not important.”

She disagreed strongly. That bulge nearly made her mouth water but as much as she needed her brain to focus on it, her mind had other ideas. “I just... need a minute,” she leaned back against the sofa and sighed. She stared at the ceiling, her hands covering her face. Harry was hot. He was so kind. His lips tasted like sunflower oil—perhaps it was his chapstick. He smelled so good and looked so good. It was unfair that someone from nearly a month ago could continue to ruin her date.

“You can have all the time in the world, Cupcake,” he continued to assure her so soothingly, it made her heart melt. “Did I do something—”

“No,” she shook her head and looked him straight in the eye. “You didn’t do anything,” she promised.

He sighed with relief and leaned back beside her and smiled. “Good,” he draped an arm along behind her head across the back of the couch and kissed her temple. “Take your time, Cupcake. M’not going anywhere.”

She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat trying to break her esophagus open wide. “He ruined it,” she whispered.

“Ruined what, sweetheart?” Harry’s voice was so soft. Like the way it felt to snuggle in bed on Christmas Eve when she was little. It was so comforting. It made her feel safe. She sniffled and turned her face away from where Harry was.

“Our first date.”

“No, he didn’t,” his voice was still soft, but the tone was firm. He was certain when she very much wasn’t.

“But I want to—”

“I know, Cupcake.”

“Don’t you want to?”

“Do I want t’have sex with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met before we go to dinner?” He asked bluntly. “No, sounds like a terrible waste of m’time.”

She blushed, closed her eyes; still turned away from him. “I don’t know who this most ‘beautiful woman’ is you’re talking about. I just see a snively baby.”

He snorted. Gently he coaxed her to turn her around and look at him again. His expression was still gentle, and she was sure he wanted to be mad. She wondered what kind of self-control that took. Maybe it was the Oxytocin covering for him.

“Show me,” he murmured.

“Show you?” She repeated.

Harry smiled. “Practice.”

“Practice what—oh. Oh,” she looked at him in confusion. “You want me to practice my self-defense moves?”

“I like when y’repeat me,” his eyes were warm, smiley on their own.

“I’m wearing a dress.”

“Look, I could say m’dying t’know what’s under your dress if that will make y’feel better.”

“Harry!”

He pushed off the sofa and moved the coffee table toward the side of the room. He grabbed her hands pulling her up, so she was standing in front of him.

“Well, t’be really honest, Cupcake. You’re not going t’have much say in the matter of what you’re wearing if y’need t’use the moves,” he reminded her gently, he cupped the side of her face and looked into her eyes as if his life depended on it. She gulped in response. He was so intense. It made her forget every one of the moves she was supposed to practice. “C’mon, it’ll make you feel better...and me, honestly.”

“You?” She questioned.

He didn’t even comment that she repeated him. “Want t’know you’re safe, Cupcake,” he skimmed his thumb along her cheek. “Always.” She grabbed his hand against her cheek and smiled at him.

Then swiftly she pulled his arm behind his back and twisted it up. He chuckled peering at her over his shoulder. “Good. Again.”

*

After a while of practicing her moves, Harry ordered pizza. He took his jacket off and described a series of moves she could try that she hadn’t learned in the class. She took them seriously; the little pucker of her brow made her so adorable—Harry wanted to kiss her.

“Let me make brownies,” she offered heading to the kitchen and mixed the ingredients within minutes of opening her cabinets. It took maybe ten minutes and soon her place smelled like brownies. Once the pizza was delivered, she pulled out seltzers that Maeve left behind after a girls’ night in. She put on a reality show about baking that she watched two years ago when she was sick with the flu. “The cake challenge is my favorite part,” she told him.

Harry had his arm around her, her body slumped into his embrace, and she snuggled deeply against him. He was so happy to be curled up on the couch with her. It was like they had watched TV together for their whole lives. Had been spending date nights in for twenty years. It made him unbelievably at ease.

Eventually, without realizing, they fell asleep on the sofa. Harry woke up with a slight strain in his neck that he was certain Louis would be pissed about, but the sight of her sleeping beside him made him smile. He scooped her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom. “Are you kidnapping me?” She yawned.

He chuckled, kissed her temple. “No, Cupcake. Putting you on the bed. Want you t’be comfortable. I’ll go back on the sofa.”

“You don’t want to sleep with me?” She pouted.

He chuckled. “I do,” he promised. “Do you want me to sleep with you?”

She nodded. “Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“No,” he shrugged. “Do you?”

She shook her head. “Do you want to stay here?”

“Always, Cupcake. Always.”

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Kiss And Make Up

Story Summary -> On the outside, it seems as if Reid and his girlfriend have the perfect relationship. They never fight. She lavishes him with affection whenever he's feeling low. And she gets along with his friends.

But when their first argument finally comes, will they be able to get through it, or will this one bump be too much to handle?

Tags -> Arguing, Body Worship, Sad Spencer Reid, Body insecurity, Self Confidence Issues

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Previous Chapter -> Magic Hands and Biological Warfare

Throughout his life, Spencer had been called a lot of things, but there was one name that had always stuck in his head: pipe cleaner with eyes. It had been a fairly accurate descriptor, he knew that. He was tall and thin and gangly like a pipe cleaner and, yeah, he had eyes.

Spencer’s lankiness was a mix of genetics and the fact that he wasn't the best at remembering to eat lunch, even though he had an eidetic memory. He'd never been good at looking after himself despite the fact he'd been doing since he was a child.

Maybe that was why. When he was cooking his own meals at 10 years old, that was so advanced for a kid his age, but he never evolved from that. Sure, he went to college and grew - in that order - and got his own place and job, yet he still struggled to juggle all these new life responsibilities and maintain a healthy home life.

Then came Y/N.

Not only did she pamper him and provide a sense of security that he hadn't felt in decades, she taught him to take time for himself. He could take a mental health day off work to just read and relax. That's okay. It's natural to need some time away, especially with his job.

She also gave him whatever sweet treats and pastries whenever he wanted. That paired with this new domestic comfort ensured that he was less of a pipe cleaner these days. He still had the eyes, of course.

But that pipe cleaner was a little less pipey in his older age.

Even Derek had mentioned it. His buddy had exclaimed, "Damn, you fill out his shirt these days, pretty boy. Have you been hitting the gym?" and in typical Derek fashion, he got Spencer in a headlock and poked him in the side. Spencer had tried to take the compliment as his friend had intended.

He couldn't, though.

"Hey, lovely, are you still working?" Y/N opened the door to their home office a smidge and only widened it when she heard him hum.

The fresh coffee she was holding was placed on the empty coaster on his desk, and as soon as her hands were free, they were massaging his shoulders, kneading them until he sighed and his head fell backwards onto her chest. He craned his neck back, his dark curls falling slightly out of place as he sought her gaze, and Y/N knew exactly what he needed. It was as if they shared a language that transcended words.

So, she moved her hand to the back of his head and scratched at the scalp behind his ear, just above where his hairline began. The sound she elicited from him was almost animalistic. Y/N kissed his cheek as he closed his eyes and let himself sink into the touch.

"You've been working too hard," she mumbled against his cheek. "Is this the first break you've taken today?"

"Uh-huh."

"You ate the lunch I left for you in the refrigerator, though?"

He had been so hyper focused on his work that he'd completely forgotten, and his lack of response was an answer in itself. It wasn't his fault. Sometimes when his brain honed in one particular area of something, he didn't notice any other stimuli.

"I'll go get it for you, baby."

With a kiss on the forehead, Y/N disappeared into the kitchen. During her departure, Spencer brought his coffee to his lips and completely misjudged the distance between the cup and his face, spilling hot liquid down his chin and chest.

The shock hit him like a freight train; the scorching coffee seeped through the fabric of his shirt, scalding his skin and sending jolts of heat radiating across his chest. A squeal escaped his lips, all high-pitched, and he leapt from his chair. He hastily began undoing the buttons of his shirt, fingers fumbling in a frantic attempt to rid himself of the damp fabric that clung to his skin.

In his shirtless state, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror out of the corner of his eye.

The reflection staring back at him wasn't the youthful, lean guy he was accustomed to. He studied the definition of the muscles that had begun to soften, and his brow furrowed as he turned, noticing the way his waist curved slightly more than it used to.

Spencer’s fingers grazed over his stomach and couldn't help but pinch the flesh there, feeling the blubber that had developed over time. The truth settled in the pit of his stomach: he no longer was that gangly boy, untouched by time and its consequences. How could he be? He'd changed so much over the past years, and now...

Now his body looked completely different and he didn't know how to react.

Body insecurity is second nature to women, so when Y/N came back to find her boyfriend scrutinising his appearance, she knew what was happening immediately. Her brows pinched together, an "oh baby" slipped past her lips, and once she'd placed his food on the desk, her hands guided his away from his hips.

"Are you okay?" She placed a delicate kiss on the back of his bare shoulder. "I heard your scream."

"I didn't scream."

"Sure, yea. Okay, baby."

Thanks to her sarcasm, a huff of amusement escaped Spencer’s lips. His eyes returned to his body in the mirror and any trace of levity fled him instantly.

"Are you still attracted to me?"

Y/N froze for a moment. She thought about what to say, it was essential. The only answer was yes, but it was more than that. She wanted to quell his worries and, based on her own insecurities, she knew that a simple yes wasn't an effective balm for them.

"Do you know what I thought when I first saw you?" She said softly, her eyes boring into his own in the mirror. He shook his head but remained silent, waiting for her to continue. "I thought, 'Now I can't get my mail in my pj's anymore, what if the hot guy from next door sees me and thinks I'm a slob?'"

"I love your pj's. They're cute," said Spencer without missing a beat, which made Y/N giggle. "That was back then, though. I don't look like that anymore."

"Do I look exactly like I used to?"

Her question caused his expression to turn thoughtful, a crease forming between his eyebrows. He bit his lip, glanced towards the ceiling, and took a deep breath before answering.

"I guess not."

"We have that in common then," she replied lightly, and her smile softened her voice a little. "And, baby, you're still a stud, and if you wanted to fill out some more, I wouldn't be opposed to it."

"What?" He turned to be chest to chest with her, a sly smile growing on his face. "You'd be into it if I went full dad bod, huh?"

Blush bloomed upon her cheeks and her heart rate sped up a little. "I worship every inch of you, and I think my brain would explode if I had more of you to fantasise about," Y/N admitted, her honesty laid out bare on the table.

There was no point hiding it, and it would help brighten his mood so she let her thoughts flow freely.

"I love your arms, all fleshy and biteable."

She did exactly as she said and playfully sunk her teeth into the flesh of his bicep, causing him to yelp. It didn't hurt at all, but he did gently push her head away with a laugh.

"Ow, you piranha!"

"Let me kiss it better," Y/N said, and this time she pressed her lips firmly against the bite mark she'd just made before he'd even responded. Her kisses travelled to his shoulder. "Love how broad these shoulders are, love just wrapping my arms around them and pulling you close—"

Spencer cut her off by catching her lips with his. He kissed her deeply and lovingly, pouring every ounce of appreciation he had ever felt for her into each press of his lips against hers. Y/N responded by slithering her arms onto his shoulders - just as she'd just mentioned - and she kissed him back with equal intensity.

If she'd said one more compliment, he probably would've melted on the spot, and Y/N was determined to find out how quickly she could get that reaction.

His chest was warm, and the gentle rise and fall of it invited her touch. "Love how soft you feel," Y/N whispered against his skin, trailing her tongue along the line of his collarbone and up his neck, sucking on his pulse point as soon as she reached it. "Your chest is a lot more comfortable to rest my head against with a bit of padding."

Spencer groaned. His knees felt weak as she nuzzled further into his skin, leaving wet marks wherever her mouth touched. "Baby, I need to get back to work…" he warned, although the tone of his voice was anything but threatening.

"You're taking a break," Y/N said in return, her voice low as she spoke against his neck. "I gotta show you how hot you are with a quick make out sesh."

Her words sent chills through his veins, and he tried to control his breathing, to slow it down, to ease his body back so he could return to the rhythm of his tasks. He sat back down in his chair as if that would help get his mind back on track, but Y/N plopped herself onto his lap, straddling his thighs and bringing her knees to either side of his hips.

"I'm gonna kiss every inch of your face. Every freckle, every scar, every wrinkle, every crevice." Her fingertips brushed his stubbled jawline. "Every part of you I can reach. I'm going to kiss it all until you beg me to stop."

Y/N's fingers trailed down to the tip of his chin, and slowly, slowly, she pulled his face up to meet hers, her lips barely brushing against his as she continued to talk. "Until you realise how much restraint I use every day to keep myself from doing this whenever I get the chance."

Then, she did exactly as she said.

Y/N placed an uncountable amount of cute, wet pecks all over his face and neck, and Spencer could do nothing more than succumb to her ministrations, to allow her to do whatever she pleased while she continued to stroke his hair and kiss him senseless. He was bright red within seconds.

And it was almost embarrassing how giggly he became.

"I think I missed a spot," Y/N smiled as she covered a spot on his cheek with her lips, then did it again and again and again and again. The more she peppered kisses over his face, the harder it was for him to keep himself composed.

"Baby..." he breathed, closing his eyes in pleasure as his fingers ran up Y/N's arms and rested gripped onto her biceps. "I think if any more blood rushes to my cheeks, my head will pop."

She giggled into his skin, and Spencer found himself smiling at the sound. That sweet sound filled his ears and spread throughout his whole being, and he sighed. This was far too addicting to quit, and he never had any intention of letting go. His stomach bloomed more and more butterflies with each smooch, and he wanted more. More touches, more kisses, more Y/N all to himself.

"Derek is right. He's always been right. Dr Spencer Reid is a pretty boy," she mumbled against his skin. "So handsome, sexy, and kind. He has a nice ass, too…" she trailed off and chuckled before pressing another few kisses over his jaw.

With a dopey sweet smile, she leant back and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, nudging her nose into his as she added, "And he's all mine," in a voice that was covered in pure adoration.

"All yours?"

"Uh-huh. All mine." She brought a hand up to cup his cheek. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"I'm all yours. Every last inch of me," she said proudly, lowering her gaze. "You're stuck with me. Forever."

For all his intellect, Spencer couldn't work that out. He was overjoyed, obviously, but she'd made it sound so simple. Life this far hadn't been simple, far from it. Was this an impossible puzzle to solve and get his head around, or was the answer just as she said?

Maybe it could be. He hoped it was.

"I really, really like the sound of forever with you," he admitted, placing his palm over top of hers on his cheek. "Obviously, I know you know the limitations of human mortality and that forever is an unquantifiable amount of time that is impossible to grasp with our limited knowledge -"

She silenced him with a kiss because he was going to begin a rant that would send them both spiralling about death and the inevitable passage of time. Spencer's reaction was immediate and enthusiastic, and he kissed her back in earnest, cupping her jaw in both hands and deepening their kiss.

The kiss was slow. It was one that was both lazy and sweet, and they both melted deeper under the influence of it, their lips moving against each other with a sensual, yet tender care, and they were lost in each other. They kissed without a thought or worry or concern for anything else in the world; only focused on kissing each other to the fullest extent of their abilities.

Like always, Spencer kissed as if he wanted to consume her, to devour her utterly. Even when there was no intention of currently going any further than a smooch, he was giving it his all. His hands slid down from her jaw to hold the back of her neck before tangling themselves in her hair, and her arms wound tighter around him, tugging him closer.

It would've gone on for so long if Spencer's phone hadn't buzzed. At first, he ignored it. But Y/N tried her best to move away but he kept chasing her lips, desperate to keep their embrace going. When she finally managed to peel him off of her, she grabbed his phone, held it out to him, and in the 5 seconds it took her to do that, it began vibrating again.

"Penny's calling you."

"Don't care."

He attempted to steal another kiss. All it took was one stern look and he was picking up Garcia's call. As the work call commenced, Y/N cuddled into her boyfriend's side, resting her head in the crook of his neck while his free hand was brushing up and down her spine.

Penelope's usual chirpy tone spilled through the phone and, even though Y/N wasn't really paying attention to the words she heard, there was no doubt that Penny's typical speech patterns were as entertaining as ever to listen to.

From the snippets her brain had comprehended, the FBI was cracking down on Reid's anachronistic ways and was forcing him to modernise. Penelope, in an effort to ease this new transition for him, was offering to give him beginners lessons at using the company's software.

The conversation between the old friends wasn't a long one, and once it was nearing its end Spencer happened to mention, "Y/N's with me right now-" and an ear splitting screech came from the other end of the line.

"Y/N!? Hand the phone over! I haven't spoken to her in years - well, we got drinks last weekend but that's not the case - let me speak to her!"

Spencer winced at how loud she was speaking and did as she said, handing the phone over to Y/N and leaning back in his seat, watching as his girl pressed the phone to the ear that wasn't against his shirt.

"Hiya Pen, how are you doing, lovely?"

"Don't yell at me but I saw this top online that I thought you'd love, and I may have bought it, and it should arrive at your apartment within 2-3 business days," Penelope rattled off without stopping for a breath. She laughed nervously, as if anticipating a negative response, but it never came.

"That's so sweet. Thank you! I'll get Spencer to bring in a box of treats for you tomorrow. What kind do you like?" Y/N replied, her tone becoming excited as she talked to Penelope.

The two women talked about their favourite pastries for a little while longer, with Spencer occasionally chiming in and adding his own opinion and suggestions whenever he wanted to be included. He watched as the women interacted with each other like they'd known each other from birth instead of meeting just a couple months prior.

It made sense though. Both Penelope and Y/N were absolute sweethearts, they both were a little on the weird side, and both had changed Spencer’s life for the better. He was grateful and loved every second of it (even when they began to tease him) so he was a smidge bit disappointed when they said their goodbyes.

"Bye Y/N, love you," he heard Penelope coo and Y/N immediately reciprocated the notion, which was just insane. It took years of Spencer's life for him to gather enough courage to drop the L bomb to Y/N. It was almost a decade.

But, Penelope said it so casually in no time at all.

Obviously, the situation was different. As far as Reid knew, Garcia wasn't 'in love' with Y/N like he was. Their relationship was purely platonic. It wasn't the double sided 'unrequited' love kind of friendship that Spencer had with her back in the days before they were a couple.

Still, a weird sense of jealousy stirred in him at that revelation.

If he had a fraction of the confidence Penelope had, maybe Y/N would've known sooner about their true feelings towards one another. She would've known he worships the ground she walks on a handful of years ago. How different would his life look if he'd been more like Penelope?

Whatever the case, the pair ordered Thai food, Y/N fell asleep cwtched into Spencer’s side halfway through an episode of Doctor Who, and he carried her to bed (and maybe he did knock her head on the doorframe and woke her up) like they did every Saturday evening. It was a routine of pure comfort that he cherished.

It seemed perfect. His team often said that too. Whenever their relationship was brought up in conversation, the team often pointed out that from the outside, it seemed like they never argued, never fought, never had problems, and that was mostly the truth.

Spencer knew couples fight and that's okay. A healthy amount of conflict can be beneficial to understand the other person's perspective more clearly. But, Spencer and Y/N didn't fight. Obviously, they had differing opinions on some things and Spencer knew he had the tendency to snap if he had a headache - even then, he always apologised directly after he'd made that comment - yet they hadn't had an actual argument.

Not even once.

Until...

A case in Nebraska then another straight after that in Birmingham had caused Spencer to be away from home for just under a month and a half. Both of those had been grisly, drawn out, and tiring, but to top it all off, the flight back home arrived at 2am in the morning and Spencer hadn't managed to get a nap in on the plane.

By the time he got home, all he was thinking about was getting into bed, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, and being completely comatose for far too many hours. The moment he stepped foot into the apartment, however, his plans were cut short.

Y/N was still awake. She was sitting on the sofa with a coffee in one hand, a book in the other, and a blanket across her lap. As soon as she heard his arrival, she greeted, "Hi, lovely, how was your trip?"

As much as he would like to tell her everything that had transpired during his absence, he couldn't. Spencer could barely keep his eyes open. All he managed was, "Why aren't you asleep?"

"I wanted to wait up for you."

"You didn't need to."

He hadn't intended to sound so cold and indifferent, but he didn't have control over his vocal cords right at that moment. He was feeling exhausted - physically, mentally, emotionally, and verbally drained - which meant the last thing he wanted was someone fussing over him.

If Y/N had been in a good mood, that comment would've rolled right off. If he'd said that on a non monthly monster day, she probably wouldn't have replied with a snarky, "No, guess I didn't."

"Can we do this in the morning?"

"Do what?"

"I don’t need you interrogating me right now.”

“Interrogating?” she repeated, eyes narrowing. “I asked how your trip was, Spencer. I’m not shining a light in your face asking for confessions.”

Spencer let out a long breath, rubbing the back of his neck as he explained himself, and his angst increased with each syllable he said, "I'm too drained to deal with you annoying me right now! I don't want to tell you how my trip was! People were murdered, Y/N. It wasn't some holiday. That's my job and I have to have the space to handle it. Can't you just let me be?"

When the words left Spencer's mouth, the atmosphere inside the room had gone from a sluggish haze to tense silence. Y/N blinked and her face hardened.

"Let you be?" she repeated, her voice dangerously quiet. "I haven't seen you in over a month, Spencer. I get that your job is horrible sometimes, but I missed you and I thought you’d want someone to come home to talk to."

Spencer opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. His exhaustion had swallowed any rational thoughts, and he was too tired to pick through the mess of emotions boiling inside him. He shook his head.

Then, he said something he really didn't mean to. If he could take it back, he would in a heartbeat.

"This isn’t about you, Y/N. Not everything is about you."

Silence fell between them again, thick and heavy. Spencer could feel the weight of his words sinking in. He wanted to say something, to soothe the wound, but it felt like the damage was done.

"Go to bed, Spencer," she finally said, her voice resigned.

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Fine, stand there and glare daggers at me then."

"I'm not glaring."

"Are too."

"Am not."

They stared each other down, neither willing to concede their point. Until, eventually, Spencer broke eye contact with an aggravated huff, threw his bag to the ground, and stomped into their bedroom.

From her place on the couch, Y/N heard through the wall as showered in their en-suite and flopped down on the bed, the springs creaking and groaning as he adjusted herself. She laid on the couch for a few moments, debating with herself whether she ought to follow him into the bedroom or not. The blanket didn’t feel as warm and cosy as it had 10 mins ago, and the coffee tasted far more bitter.

Ultimately, she decided against it. He needed space and sleep, and she could give him that much. Besides, the coffee she'd drunk to stay up for him was still flowing through her veins so going to bed right now was out of the question. So, with a sigh, she got up off the sofa, picked up Spencer's abandoned bag, and stuffed his dirty laundry into the washing machine.

She sat on the floor and read as she waited for the clothes to finish the cycle, and though she tried to keep them at bay, tears prickled at the corner of her eyes, and she quickly wiped at them before they splotched against the page.

Then, when they were finally done and had been moved to the dryer, Y/N prepared herself for bed. Two aspirins and a fully filled heated hot water bottle later, she retreated to Spencer’s office and pulled down the Murphy bed as quietly as she could. It was a little creaky and the mattress wasn't the most comfortable without the topper on it, but she couldn't be bothered to search for it.

The pillow and duvet that was kept in the cupboard beside the bed was enough for the night.

So, she went to bed. Alone, which wasn't unusual since Spencer was always across the country with the BAU, but this was the first night slept by herself while he was home since they got together. It was weird, but she eventually fell asleep.

Spencer, on the other hand, hadn't managed to doze off. His big brain was whirring with everything he thought he should've said instead of being an asshole. He should've answered her initial question with a weary but understanding, "Sorry, baby, but I'm really tired and I just want to use your chest as my pillow. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow, okay?"

He didn't say that, though, and now he couldn't sleep.

His socks made a soft shuffling sound as he made his way into the living room in search of his girlfriend, expecting to find her dozing on the couch. Obviously, he didn't find that, yet he did hear the beep of the dryer.

Even during a fight, she'd done his washing for him. That caused him to feel even more guilty about how he'd treated her because, fuck, he knew she loved him. This was empirical proof of that. On any other night, that would've brought a dopey lovesick smile to his face and a fluttering in his stomach; but, as it currently was, it only made him feel nauseous.

Maybe part of that was the sleep deprivation, yet the memory of Y/N's sad little face was enough to send a pang of regret ricocheting around the insides of Spencer's ribcage.

He was a big, gun wielding FBI man who'd put himself in front of serial killers on a weekly basis, but the thought of upsetting his girlfriend scared the hell out of him. What if Y/N wanted nothing to do with him anymore?

No more kisses, no more cuddles, no more mornings spent wrapped tightly in her embrace, no more late night conversations about random topics that would lead nowhere while they were watching TV, no more shared smiles and quiet giggles, no more love.

That thought alone felt as if someone had dropped an ice cube down the back of his pj shirt, and the only way to soothe that was to feel Y/N's warmth pressed against him.

As quietly as he could, Spencer slipped into the spare room and settled under the covers behind Y/N. He tried not to wake her, but as he wrapped an arm around her waist, his palm came upon something unnaturally warm and plastic resting against her lower stomach, and he kept poking it to work out what the hell it was.

"Hot water bottle," she grumbled. "For cramps."

Shit. He was usually aware of her biological schedule, but given the circumstances, he'd completely forgotten that mother nature had decided to damn his lovely girlfriend with cramps and pains and irritability and literal bleeding just because she was a woman. He'd been a dick to her while she was going through that?

"Oh, baby," he cooed, pulling her so she was lying down on her back. He nudged the bottle out of the way so he could tenderly rub circles on her stomach. "I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean to -"

"Shhhh... Tomorrow."

"But, I can't if you're mad at me and -"

"Spencer, baby." She pressed a barely awake kiss to his cheek. "I'm not mad at you, I promise. Just tired, is all."

She sounded half asleep, the words slurring slightly, so Spencer nodded in acknowledgement and followed her lead into slumber. He would apologise to her properly in the morning. For now, he was content to drift off listening to her breathing and feeling her heartbeat in time with his own, until sleep took over entirely.

And when he woke in the afternoon, Spencer was ordering them lunch in the hopes it would arrive ready for her as she woke. He was ready to plead and grovel and get down on his knees if necessary to make things go right. It was the least he could do to apologise to the woman he loved.

When Y/N finally did wake up, she was greeted with new but familiar surroundings. She was 100% sure that she'd fallen asleep in the spare room. As she looked around the room with a half hidden lidded gaze, she saw her phone plugged charging on the bedside table, the perfume bottles that she kept on the vanity opposite the bed, and the kangaroo teddy Spencer had gotten her as a gift on the chair beside that.

She was in her room. He must've carried her to their bed when he woke up.

"Stay there, baby!" he urged, sounding as if he was somewhere near the front door. There was some muffled conversation, then Spencer appeared in the bedroom doorway with a paper bag of sweet smelling food.

He shuffled into the room, his steps a little nervous, and held the food towards her.

"Are you trying to bribe me, Spencer Reid?"

"...Maybe."

His smile was sheepish and apologetic and beautiful all at once. He was dressed down in sweats and an old tshirt, hair sticking up every direction, and he sat down at the edge of the bed as if he was waiting for permission to get any closer.

"I'm gonna need one more thing to forgive you."

"Anything."

Y/N urged him closer with one beckoning forefinger and Spencer obediently scooted forward, closing the gap between them.

"Gonna need a kiss."

"That, I can do."

His lips landed softly upon hers in an instant. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she kissed him, and when she was satisfied with his apology smooch, she broke away from it and leaned her forehead against his. They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling and foreheads touching, their noses lightly brushing each other's.

"I'm sorry," he breathed. "Talking to you when I get home from work really helps me calm down, but I was so exhausted last night that I couldn't stop myself from snapping at you. And, Y/N, I didn't realise…" His palm made its way back to her stomach. "How bad are your cramps today?"

"They're not so bad. It's okay." That wasn't entirely true, and he knew she was downplaying it for his sake. "Completely devouring whatever treat you ordered would probably help."

Chuckling, he pecked her temple and their feast of pancakes, waffles, and French toast commenced. As the two ate, he watched her carefully, noting the way the corners of her mouth turned upwards at his silly jokes, the way her nose wrinkled adorably, and the way her tongue peeked out from between her lips to lick whipped cream off of her fingers.

The idea of losing this, losing her, losing them, was unthinkable. And in order to prevent that from happening, Spencer knew what he had to do.

He was going to go ring shopping at the earliest convenience.

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[ioniansunsets]

please just a crumb of heartsteel sett 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

✖ Heartsteel!Sett Headcanons ✖

✖ Word Count: 876

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: Just crumbs! I am UNINSPIRED! Aaaa it's just very domestic headcanons. Feel free to ask for more specific things if any of these make you excited!

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- He likes picking you up, he's strong enough to. You cant reach something? No, he's not helping you, he's picking you up so you can do it yourself. Huh, walking is tiring? He's carrying you. Oh damn there's a puddle, alright up we go. Sett makes sure he can lift your weight. There is no instance you would catch him lacking, man will hoist you.

- Sett is always looking for you. Like actually turning around to make sure you're in the room. Waiting and searching to see if you are still following him. Walking around a store to make sure he has his eyes on you. He likes knowing you are there, that you are near so every so often you can see his head rise and turn as he looks for you, making sure you are there. The same for when he performs! Sett is constantly scanning the audience to find your face. Hoping to see you. Smiling widely when he does. He loves you! He WANTS to see you as often as possible.

- His ears get cold! He likes it a lot when you lightly rub them, actually being able to feel the warmth of your hands heat it up. Because he works out so often he is just a natural warm guy, so he feels the cold when the wind blows at his ears. Its why Ma made him the beanie anyway. If you kiss his ears they twitch. When he blushes they get warm. When you scratch them you might hear him purr, its a deep rumbling, a warm tone.

- Sett thinks its adorable if you want to work out with him! He will spot for you, give you advice, help you every way he can. Meal plans, tips and tricks, your personal trainer and motivator. Soft kisses when you hit a goal. Big hugs when you survive a gruesome set. He loves spending time with you and if you follow him to the gym he can do just that. Tired after? He's carrying you out.

- He likes body contact. He likes when you sit by him, lying on his lap as he practices singing or rapping. He likes you holding his hand as you walk around on dates. He likes to hug you from behind as you do things. He likes the physical reassurance that you are by his side. A hand around your shoulder as you two sit and chat. The gentle touch of his hand on your thigh when you talk to him. His arms wrapping around you when he falls asleep by your side. All the small things. He loves feeling You.

- When he gets the chance he always tries to buy you thoughtful gifts. He remembers! Ma taught him well. When you talk about needing a new bag because your old one is breaking? He find the best one and buys it for you. You talk about your favorite colors and animals? He remembers! He buys you cute little gifts that remind him of that. Damn, winter is cold, you forgot you lost your old gloves? He already bought you a new pair in fall. There are cuter moments too. You bringing up snacks you miss from childhood? He learns, he bakes them for you, buys them for you, finds Someone who sells them to get them for you. He is attentive. He is an idol with money, he will do what he can for you how he can.

- If you can and show up for his shoots or practices he gets excited. Doing his best, making sure to get things done as soon as possible so he find you during a break. Happily chatting with you while he hydrates. Laughing and joking at his mistakes with you when he fumbles. You warm his heart. If you get along well with everyone else in Heartsteel he gets happier. They are like family to him afterall.

- He refuses to have you spend money on him when its band related, he gives you all his merch. He gets a copy anyway and they are YOURS. Sett is happy to see you wearing a tee with his face! Have posters of him (signed) in your room. He likes if you show him off as much as he shows you off. He loves loving you and loves being loved.

- If you get hurt or get sick he's is nervous and frantic. He wants to be there for you at all times, making sure you are ok. He frets over you, genuinely worried that a little cold will be life or death. He doesn't know how to actually help you thought, it takes help from messaging his mother and Yone to realize he needs to keep you cool, get you food and just let you rest. Which he hasn't been doing cos he's been in and out of your room non-stop. But he's learning.

- He hums a lot! You can catch him singing or humming songs while working out, showering, doing chores. He is a rockstar and music is important to him, it shows. He doesn't get embarrassed if you point it out, its more like a " Eh? I didn't realize it was even doing it. Must be a good tune." Moment.

[gor3-hound]

sunflower

ft. chris redfield x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, fluff, ddlg, use of princess parts(sorry) oral(f!recieving), mating press, really sweet chris tbh, pacifier usage, non-sexual intimacy also included, hand holding during sex, p in v, creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms(reader)

a/n: more ddlg w chris... he's so perfect for it sorry... same universe as 'sweet girl' but a complete standalone. ddlg always scares me to write sksjsksjs but hope you all like it <3 feedback appreciated as always :3

word count: 1.6k words

Chris can feel the stress radiating from your body as soon as you walk into the home. He hears you drop the car keys haphazardly on the table. He walks out of his office just as you're hanging your coat up, brows furrowed in frustration with your jaw clenched.

You always got like this after visiting your dad. Chris isn't even allowed to come with you anymore after the last time. He came close to breaking the asshole's nose after he made you cry. He didn't even know why you still put up with him after everything he's done to you, but you always tell Chris ‘family is family’, and he doesn't want to push you.

He'd always be there for you when you got back, anyway. He walks up to you slowly, pulling you into his arms. He can feel the tension in your body, and it makes him frown. He tilts your head up to look at him, his thumb gently rubbing at the crease between your brows until it softens and you're looking up at him with those bright eyes he loves so much.

“There's my baby.” He coos, leaning down to plant kisses all over your face with a smile. He combs his fingers through your hair, carefully untangling a few knots that formed. He finds himself smiling even wider when you finally start to relax in his arms, rubbing your cheek against his chest sweetly.

“Daddy…” You breathe out, hugging him tight. His large hand runs down your back, stopping before rubbing small circles right above your ass. He hums softly, kissing the crown of your head. He knew you needed this when you got like this. Needed him.

“It's okay, baby. Daddy's got you. Let me take care of you, yeah?” He whispers, his breath tickling your hairline as he leans down slightly to be more on your level.

He runs a bath for you, peeling the clothes off of your body slowly. He even puts in your favourite glittery pink bath bomb, despite it being a pain in the ass to clean up. He'd be scrubbing the discolouration off the tub for weeks, and by then, you'd have used it again. An endless cycle, but one he'd endure for as long as he lived if it was for you. He picks you up and sets you in, massaging soap into your body as you sit in the warm water. You melt under his touches, practically purring like a little kitten.

He's careful not to get your hair wet as he washes you, being as gentle as he can. He dries you off with the fluffiest towel in the cabinet and slips you into the comfiest pyjamas you own.  He ends up setting you between his legs in the bedroom with your pacifier in your mouth and hair supplies in his hand, the TV playing Tangled for the fourth time this week. 

It's Wednesday.

He genuinely thinks he might have to get a lobotomy if he hopes to ever get ‘I Have A Dream’ out of his head. He's more than ashamed to admit he's been humming it between sets at the gym. Oh, well. A small price to pay for your happiness.

He cares for your hair as you focus on the movie, detangling any knots gently, just as you’ve taught him to do before. He tries his best to part your hair into two sections, but it ends up being a little messy. At least he learned how to braid. He was quite proud of himself for that one. It only took a dozen YouTube tutorials to figure it out. He carefully twists your hair into two plaits, kissing the nape of your neck once he's done.

“You're so cute, princess.” He coos, his big hands coming to rest on your waist so he can tug you into his lap. He runs his hands under your shirt, gently caressing the skin of your stomach. “I could just eat you up.”

He runs his stubble against your neck, feeling warmth flood his chest as you start to squirm and giggle, teeth clinging onto your pacifier to keep it in place. He laughs softly at the sight, nipping the side of your neck playfully before picking you up, lying you down on your back in the bed. He raises your shirt up, dipping his head down to your stomach.

“Maybe I should. You look so sweet.” He teases, planting kisses all over your soft stomach as you wriggle underneath him. Your paci slips from your mouth as you laugh, your hands coming down to try and push him away by his head. 

“Daddy, you can't eat me!” You say between giggles, kicking your feet out slightly. He doesn't relent, blowing raspberries against your tummy, making you squeal. “You're so silly.”

“Oh, but I can.” He says, grinning against your soft skin. His head trails lower, nudging your clit through the fabric of your pyjama shorts, peeking up at your face as he hears a soft gasp coming from you. “In fact, I thought you liked when daddy did that.”

You don't really get a chance to reply, ‘cause he's grabbing your discarded pacifier and slotting it into your mouth, tapping your hips twice in a gesture that you've come to understand means up.

He slips your shorts and panties off in one motion, his eyes locked onto the sticky string of arousal that connects the gusset of your panties to your pretty cunt as he peels them off. He shudders as he chucks then to the side, his big hands grabbing the fat of your thighs to spread your legs. He dives in, pressing a kiss to the hood of your clit. He chuckles as you whine, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.

“You like it when daddy kisses your princess parts, baby?” His tone is sickly sweet as he speaks just before diving in, tonguing into your entrance to gather up the slick pooling there. All you can do is nod dumbly, biting down on the pacifier in your mouth as you moan around it, your noises muffled by the plastic.

He only ever pauses in fucking you with his tongue to shower you with kisses and praise, talking about how pretty you are as he presses his lips against your tummy and the inside of your thighs. He coos at you and squeezes your hips in his hands, making sure to show you how much he loves you.

He laps eagerly at your release when you finally tense up and come, relishing in the sweet taste that coats his tongue, lips and stubble. He just pulls back and grins, wiping it off with the bottom of his shirt before tugging it up entirely.

Your gaze is locked onto him as he strips, the pacifier in your mouth bobbing as you suck on it. You wriggle slightly on the bed, propping yourself up against the plush pillows so you can watch as he prods at you before slowly sinking into you with a groan.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He says through gritted teeth, doing his best to stay still as your tight heat envelops him. “Not too sensitive?”

“M'good, daddy.” You slur around your paci, your brows furrowed slightly from the stretch of his fat cock. Your thighs are shaking slightly, but he trusts you're telling the truth. His little princess knows better than to lie to daddy.

“Good… good girl.” He hums, running a hand up your side, gripping your waist before he starts to move his hips, slowly fucking into you.  He moves his hands to the back of your knees, pulling your ass flush against his thighs before folding you in half, pressing your knees to your chest by leaning his weight down on you, your legs thrown over his shoulders.

“Fuuuuck.” He hisses, kissing the tip of your nose before pressing his forehead against yours, fucking deep into you with every thrust. He gets so deep like this - filling every inch of you up in a way that has you gasping and whining.

Your pacifier slips from your mouth and drops onto the bed again, one of your hands opening and closing in a grabbing motion. “Hand, daddy.”

His hand finds yours, locking your fingers together and giving it a little squeeze. He smiles softly, his thick length rutting into you as he presses you further into the mattress. He grunts as he feels your walls starting to clamp down on him, his breaths coming out in short pants.

“That's it, cutie. Cum for me.”

“Daddy!” You moan, back arching as your orgasm hits. You squirt all over him, bursts of sticky fluid covering his lower abdomen. It drips down his cock and coats his balls, soaking the sheets underneath you.

“Such a messy baby, huh?” He breathes out, his hips stuttering as you flutter around him, his grip on your hand tightening almost painfully. “Your pretty sheets are all ruined.”

He drops his head into the crook of your shoulder, panting as he bottoms out, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into your pussy. He can't bring himself to pull out, so he pulls you against his body and manoeuvres you so you're lying on top of him without ever leaving you.

“There we go. Such a good girl. My precious angel.” He whispers breathlessly, his chest heaving slightly from the intensity of the orgasm. He runs his hand up and down your back, petting you gently.

“I love you, princess.” He murmurs against the shell of your ear, kissing it lightly.

“Love you more, daddy.”

[obsessedwithlute]

If The Hazbin Hotel Characters Worked At A School

Charlie- You might think Charlie would be the principal but NO! Charlie is the therapist! She tries to get everyone into her office for a session by the end of the year- including the teachers! Vaggie- Vaggie would teach mainstream math. Her favorite thing about teaching math is giving people extra homework when they disrupt her class. (A lot of people leave with extra homework. One time Angel Dust walked in on her in the middle of a test, and she made him do a homework sheet).

Angel Dust- He is a substitute. He's actually qualified to teach computer science, but he doesn't. It's his best kept secret why he doesn't.

Husk- He teaches Italian. He's not properly fluent in Italian and only got the job because Lucifer lost a gamble to him and Husk said he'd let him keep his money if he did "one tiny favor". Angel Dust likes to lurk outside Husk's classroom when he gets the chance, and the second Husk mispronounces a word, Angel will stick his head in, correct him and then dart back out. Husk pretends to hate it but he actually finds it really hot. (Angel Dust was also actually the one who TAUGHT Husk Italian).

Lucifer- Lucifer is the principal. He doesn't really care what most of his employees do, including stalking the Italian teacher, cruel and unusual punishment during guitar lessons, or fucking in the janitor's closet. As long as "most of his employees" doesn't include Alastor.

Alastor- Alastor actually teaches health, or sex ed, or whatever you call it. He went to college and got a degree and didn't do it "The Husk Way" all so he could do two things: 1. Properly represent queer people, especially trans people, during the class because he knows, as a trans person, that it's really hard not to feel undermined during the class. 2. Make jokes about being an asexual person teaching sex ed (I'm not asexual/aromantic but it just seems like the kind of thing Alastor would do- especially considering how he reacts to Angel badly propositioning him). If you make a queerphobic comment in Alastor's class, you're dead. Possibly literally. Alastor never actually adheres to the curriculum, and Lucifer keeps trying to break into his class and catch him but somehow Al is always two steps ahead. When Lucifer is not at school, Alastor takes his whole class down to the kitchens and has them make jambalaya for the whole period. If you can't eat jambalaya, Alastor has a whole closet full of alternative ingredients for you but EVERYONE IS EATING SOME FORM OF JAMBALAYA OR EVERYONE HAS TO FIX ALASTOR'S VINTAGE RADIOS DURING DETENTION FOR A MONTH.

Lute- She teaches biology and is that one teacher who everyone either loves or hates. She runs the GSA and has weekly meetings and she's also the teacher who becomes your replacement mom if your real mom sucks. (This also applies to the teachers, she's also basically Angel Dust's mother by now). If you make a queerphobic comment in her class, she will stalk for exactly two weeks after you say it, slowly recording every single discriminatory thing you say. Then she will make you stay after school hours and reads off her entire list. Then she assigns you detention for two weeks and makes you write a 5-page essay on whatever chapter of Queer Ducks her heart desires in size 8 Arial font during the few precious hours of the day you don't have detention.

Adam- He teaches the jazz band, and if you play guitar, you get double lessons. Twice a month, Adam conducts tests randomly. You have to get up and play a song of his choice- no sheet music allowed. If you mess up even once, Adam gets to smack your guitar with a rock and you get to pay for the damages. (Lucifer knows, doesn't care, and makes rubber duck voodoo dolls all day long.)

Cherri- She teaches gym and if a student isn't running fast enough, she throws basketballs at them. Not hard to HIT them, but just enough to give them some motivation.

Sir Pentious- He doesn't work at this school. He works at a preschool in a different town. But since it's only a half-day, as soon as he gets the chance, he leaves and goes to stare longingly at Cherri while she somehow manages not to get fired. Everyone is just used to him being there, and he's fine with that.

[saucerfulofsins]

I haven’t seen any posts comparing Buck’s coming out to Eddie and Tommy breaking up with Buck, which is a shame because the similarities drive me insane.

Or well. I say similarities, but that’s wrong. What I should be saying is: these scenes mirror each other. This post is more about the highlights than shot by shot comparisons – for that, I’d recommend you watch them side by side yourself.

Let’s start with the first and most obvious structural parallel: both scenes happen around 32 minutes into their respective episodes/between two-thirds to three-quarters in.

Now, for the scenes themselves. They follow the same basic outline, which I’ll discuss one by one. I’m following the same structure throughout: I discuss the coming out scene, then the breakup, and then give some analysis. At the end, I’ve included a section on further things of note that I couldn’t neatly fit into this structure and my final thoughts. Is this the first time I’m using the media analysis I was taught during my minor in Arts, Culture and Media with a focus on film in 2019? Yes, yes it is.

Buckle up, because this meta/essay is nearly 3k. For that reason (i.e. accessibility/readability and the amount of work I put in), this entire piece has been cross-post to AO3 (CLICK FOR LINK).

Opening shots

Seating 1.0

Buck in the kitchen

Seating 2.0

POV shots (both perspectives)

Eddie and Tommy leaving

Miscellany

Final thoughts

Analysis under the cut:

1. Opening shots

This part includes some of the most noticeable differences between the scenes, which explains why they feel different – at least at first.

CO: Eddie’s phone comes into view first – this is his chat conversation with Marisol, which the first part of the CO scene is about (note how this mirrors the gym scene, where Buck intended to come out before the conversation lingered on Eddie and Marisol). Eddie is also closest to the door during this part of the scene – which is where he will remain throughout.

BU: The first shot is of a closed door, which Buck opens for Tommy, i.e. Tommy certainly has no keys to Buck’s place, and this might well be a callback to doors as a recurrent theme. They greet with the briefest kiss possible. I rewatched this several times to make sure it really happened – it happens immediately after a cut and it’s filmed in such a way this could easily have been an air kiss lmao. (No seriously, I had to watch this screen by screen to properly catch it, and the audio is a lot more obvious than the visual). They make small talk about the movies and Tommy having ordered an uber (clearly a throwback to 7x05), and they switch positions so Buck is actually closest to the door.

As for clear similarities: Eddie and Tommy are standing up and remain mostly in the same place; Buck is moving around the loft – it’s an expression of his nervous energy, and the major changes in these scenes are about Buck, not Eddie or Tommy.

2. Sitting down

I made this a separate point for one reason, and one reason only: In CO, Eddie takes his own initiative to sit down, while saying he should go home and Buck offering him a beer, so clearly he won’t be leaving to go home any time soon(ilu Eddie but I’m begging you, stop putting yourself and also us through this 😭). In BU, Buck tells Tommy to sit down... which is in part to signal they need a more serious talk than can be done on the way to the cinema, but also shows a massive contrast in terms of familiarity and comfort, regardless of what Buck tries to tell Tommy later.

Both Eddie and Tommy sit down on the leftmost stool (closest to the door, i.e. it’s easiest for them to leave and Buck can’t get between them).

3. Buck in the kitchen

Fun fact! Before writing this post, I checked the scene where Buck confesses to Taylor that he kissed Lucy. During that scene, Buck is sitting down at the kitchen island, while Taylor lingers in the kitchen proper (i.e. with the island between them). She has moved in at that point – kitchens represent ‘being at home’ – but there’s a physical barrier between her and Buck, and it doesn’t actually keep from her leaving (even while saying she has nowhere to go).

CO: The camera uses a dolly shot to follow Buck throughout the kitchen – to the fridge and then back to the head of the kitchen island. He’s attentively listening to Eddie complain about Marisol and God watching him have sex (cursing God while sluttily drinking his beer).

BU: Buck walks out of view of the camera, through the kitchen, and there’s a dolly shot to the right to focus on Buck finding his place on the head of the kitchen island. He leans on the counter at this point. He does have a pretty open posture (identical to CO); Tommy sits with his hands/fingers folded together but he’s turned to Buck i.e. paying attention.

This is the position Buck has when he comes clear to Tommy about having dated Abby in the past; it’s also when his phone comes into the picture. Well. Pictures. Of Buck and Abby.

4. Seating 2.0

This is the longest section of analysis, and contains the part that makes me SCREAM but let’s start at the beginning. From the moment Buck sits down, the conversation turns serious in both scenes. This dialogue consists of mostly POV shots (which I will discuss next), and these medium shots that show Buck and Eddie, and Buck and Tommy.

CO: Buck sits down while Eddie says, “You and Tommy have the right idea, stay single.” This very clearly introduces a new section of the scene. Overall, the lighting of the loft is muted besides the yellow for visual interest and gay Eddie, thank you for your hard work Buddie colour theorists. Buck’s dining table is unlit and barely visible, so the space really takes a back seat and allows us to focus on Buck and Eddie. Please take note of the chair between them – this serves as a physical barrier, where someone is getting between them (a place for Marisol and Tommy, respectively).

BU: Here, the segway happens right after Buck’s come clear about being Abby’s ex 2.0. He sits down on the middle chair, but it’s quite obvious he’s shoved it away from Tommy. In fact, compared to CO, Buck is almost at the same distance from Tommy as he is from Eddie. There’s a barrier between Buck and Eddie, but there’s space between him and Tommy. This is emphasized by the lit dining table, which draws even more attention because of the white decorations: the loft is a space to be distracted by, focus on or even flee into.

Now. This is what kickstarted my obsession with these scenes, especially the coming out scene. The chair between them? Buck reaches out to Eddie, leans his arm onto it and in the process drawing attention to it. He actually leaves his arm there for an extended period, throughout several of the following shots, and only seems to pull back when he says he and Tommy were on a date.

The following shots – of Buck’s coming out and Eddie’s initial response – are back and forth POV shots. The first shot from medium distance, is this:

Do you see it. DO YOU SEE IT. Do you see what drives me crazy! Eddie is mirroring Buck’s earlier posture – also this is immediately after Buck says Tommy left him on the curb (i.e. Eddie realizes there’s no Tommy getting between them). Eddie’s not just opened up, he’s reaching out, extending his arm back onto that empty chair between them. And again, like Buck, he leaves it there for several shots. It’s still there when he tells Buck to call Tommy, although he briefly vaguely gestures to himself during the “He’ll love you! We all do!” It’s not clear when he takes his arm away; no shots show it and then he’s getting up.

This just. This drives me insane.

For comparison, Buck doesn’t reach out to Tommy during the BU scene. And, compare Tommy to Eddie:

5. POV shots

Okay, the section header is a bit of a misnomer because the scene consists mostly of dialogue and therefore has POV shots. Like I said, there’s also overlap between the POV shots and the wider establishing shots I used in section 4. The bulk of this part of the scene, however, shows a lot of over the shoulder close ups with quick POV switches. In both cases, this is where the subject at the heart of the scene is discussed.

Now, these differences are pretty small and they could be a consequence of these episodes having different directors. However, there’s zero doubt in my mind that Chad Lowe closely studied the CO scene for its sheer number of cinematographic parallels and therefore it might be entirely on purpose too YAY.

There’s some variation in the distance of these shots, but the most intimate ones look like this:

(Still not over that face he’s pulling here, dear Lord). Buck takes up most of the screen – his shoulders are visible, but the top of his head isn’t. I guess this is technically still an over the shoulder shot, but barely. Eddie is out of focus, just enough there to be a blurry ear. These shots are intimate. This is almost what Eddie is seeing – and actually these shots make it feel like they’re sitting a lot closer than they actually are.

"Until now.” Buck’s entire face (including hair) is in the shot, and we can see Tommy’s shirt. This is the closest/most intimate we get to see him (and Tommy, in reverse). For both sides, they’re very clear over the shoulder shots. Yes, this is intimate – but it is not intimate. A quarter to a third of the screen (esp as the conversation moves on) is dedicated to the other person. Buck is more visually interesting too. He has more colour in his face and his background is more clearly white than in CO, whereas Tommy blends in more with the brown coat rack background (shout-out to @sparklespiff for pointing out that difference while I was trying to figure out why Buck felt more noticeable, btw).

SIDENOTE: I know some posts have already been made about the pictures on Buck’s fridge and Eddie’s mantelpiece, like they seem thematically relevant (or perhaps not yet, but soon). Buck’s walls in general have more pictures on them in S8, which is evident both in Buck’s background and Tommy’s. I am nowhere near talented enough to identify them, but going by their general colour and composition, I believe all of Buck’s wall art pieces are that, art, not family photos.

6. Eddie and Tommy leaving

These scenes have some of the clearest parallels, and of course an incredibly clear difference in how Eddie and Tommy are leaving Buck.

CO: Eddie leaves not because of Buck (well, not technically), but because he has to go do something: “I gotta go talk to Marisol.” Buck is smiling while Eddie gets up and is on his way out. Of course, this is when Eddie stops, turns around, and Buck looks up. In fact, Eddie says “Come here” but he’s the one to walk up to Buck to give him a hug. Buck just stands up from the chair. During the hug, we get shots of both Eddie’s and Buck’s faces, and of course Eddie holding Buck’s shoulder. When Eddie leaves, we hear the door open and shut – the focus stays on Buck.

Again, when Tommy leaves, we only hear the door while the camera cuts to Buck. The show then picks up his response (with the same expression) during his arrival at Eddie’s, where Eddie lets him into his home.

BU: Of course, Tommy has nowhere he needs to go to (hello, return of the failed cinema date) – when he says “I should go” it is because of his conversation with Buck. There’s a medium wide shot of him getting up while Buck looks confused, looking like he’s about to reach out for Tommy – the first time during their conversation. The camera uses a slow dolly to the left, which is when Buck calls back Tommy to ask for clarification: “Did you just break up with me?” Tommy says, “Yeah, I guess I just did.” This has been pointed out before, but they’re clearly not sure. Tommy also says, “Believe me, I didn’t see it coming either.” (Was LFJ speaking from Tommy’s perspective in that interview?). That line is fascinating, actually, because only moments ago, he was incredibly adamant about being Buck’s first, not his last. This feels like a throwback to “Enjoy it while it lasts,” leaving them both overwhelmed/confused.

Look at how similar these shots are! Also, the reason I was adamant about calling these scenes mirrors and not parallels is because Buck and Tommy greet each other with a moment of physical affection (which, as I mentioned before, is incredibly short and barely visible). Eddie wouldn’t have ordinarily but feels it’s important to hug Buck to show him nothing has changed. In terms of meaning and cinematography, their interaction is a lot more substantial and reciprocal. They’re also making sure to leave on good terms – whereas Buck and Tommy meet on good terms, but part essentially as strangers. Buck and Tommy ending the scene like truly feels like an end. Buck and Eddie’s scene feels like a significant shift in their relationship, and for me part of that is a result of Eddie hugging Buck, and shaking up their routine.

7. Miscellany

Just some bits and bobs I couldn’t fit elsewhere in the analysis!

“I like him too. Just not the same way as you.” 7x05 was truly out there foreshadowing 8x06’s “I am not gay.” (I want to do a full 7x04 + 7x05 parallels post at some point, but that’s going to be a fuckload of work and possibly even larger than this post).

Like I pointed out, Buck and Eddie drink beer during their scene (which they often do during their conversations). Buck and Tommy are breaking up without accoutrements. Of course, we know Buck brings over beer to Eddie after the breakup. Because the scenes mirror each other so closely in every other aspect, it feels incredibly poignant: Eddie again fills a role in Buck’s life Tommy should have had. I also figured I’d check their fake brands, and they are different labels. I would assume Buck brought a new flavour, considering Eddie’s looks.

Speaking of continuity, Buck opening the door to Tommy in a sense mirrors Eddie opening the door to Buck at the end of 8x06. The key differences in their cinematography is that during BU, the establishing shot of the entire scene is of the closed door without a peephole shot. When Eddie opens the door, it follows his Risky Business tribute so the door takes up less presence, and even when it’s closed, Buck is clearly visible through the peephole.

Phones clearly are connected to (past) female love interests; Eddie is interacting with Marisol but it’s through text and impersonal – we don’t see the messages, we just hear Eddie complain. On the other hand, Buck is out of contact with Abby but he still treasures that relationship – otherwise he wouldn’t still have those pictures on his phone after 7 years. I guess that’s kind of cute? Idk, I never really liked Abby or how she treated Buck, but Tommy’s speech has turned me into an Abby defender lol

Like Buck, Maddie also stands at the head of the kitchen island during her conversation with Chimney. Chimney’s in the kitchen proper, though, and Maddie walks up to him so they can actually stand face to face and be happy about the new pregnancy together! (I genuinely missed that scene the first time I watched the episode, I was so caught up in the bones of it all SORRY MADNEY I LOVE YOU FOREVER).

8. Final thoughts

I mean. Are we really surprised? I’m not! Actually that’s a lie. I saw the similarities but was shocked at just how close these scenes are in full. However,I do think this scene in particular does a lot to show just how deliberate these parallels between S7 and S8 are (and between S8 and previous seasons in general – we’ve seen similar/near identical cinematography a couple of times now), and how deliberate the parallels are between Eddie and Tommy (who are literally taking up the same position in these two scenes).

And just. The fact it’s the coming out scene between Buck and Eddie, which was about opening up & telling the truth, and it doesn’t change anything (allegedly), versus Buck and Tommy, which is about opening up & telling the truth, which changes everything... it reaffirms how I feel about the coming out scene – this is a major moment of change, and that change is deeply entwined with their respective romantic relationships. AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!

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Moving in together

Finally, you found a flat and will live together!

How will this work out with monster three, Law and Smoker?

Modern world AU headcanon about moving and living to together. Sfw and funny

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Zoro

Doesn't own furniture

He basically lived in Nami's closet, paying her full rent. One day he just left his stuff at your place and said "hope it's ok". Now his name is on the doorbell next to yours.

Cannot assemble ikea furniture. The orientation of wooden parts relative to the other parts is a mystery to him. The first week, you will sleep on a mattress on the floor

His clothes will fit in two drawers

He'll be running around the flat naked very often. You don't mind.

Will build a little gym in one corner and work out daily

Law

Previously lived in a basement, is overwhelmed by windows and high ceilings

Brings mostly generic furniture, but has a few Antique gems in his possession

Says things like "can't wait to have you in my bed for good" when you decide to sell yours and take his antique bed with beautiful wood carvings

Even though he doesn't seem excited about your big, fluffy blankets in pastels you'll soon find him as a blanket burrito on the couch

Cannot hide his grumpiness from you anymore, has to confront it by silently cuddling up to you

Sanji

All his stuff is second hand but in good condition, probably from flea markets

Has already planned your shared Home long before you brought it up

Has several breakdowns during moving because he is a perfectionist, needs lots of kisses and hugs and a cooking break to function again

The flat has an extra room which he loves to think of as the nursery, starting a loving family of his own is always on his mind since he met you

Luffy

Moves out from a strange flatting situation with his friends, basically brings them with him

Will hang the walls with posters of insects

Wakes up every morning full of energy listening to his favorite playlists, jumping through the flat. Since you taught him how to use the coffee maker, he at least serves you some coffee

your fridge is always either full of stuff - or empty. there is no in between.

Smoker

All his things are grey and generic. Except his old army stuff, that's army colored

he ist the most efficient mover ever. He carries your freezer up to the third floor without an elevator

He is confused by some of the stuff you bring with you. Why do you need all those stuffed animals? Shawls? Blankets? It's soft though. He likes to touch your soft things when he feels like no one's watching.

Other things openly excite him. Like all that underwear, your sexy outfits. Now he can look at all of them and suggest what you could wear for the next date...

[cheezbites]

Dating Ghost

✎: I wrote this very late at night (4:38 am) or very early in the morning - when I was motivated by the sheer amount of notifications from my inbox, ty all sm for the love and support💕!!

♡Summary: Head cannons of dating Ghost <3

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Bf!Ghost has always been a black tea person, either he drank it alongside his breakfast or to calm him down on a rainy day. You were a coffee girl, you would go all out making them - milk, hazelnut syrups, whipped creams… You name it. And from this, another one of your childish inside jokes was born. You were conveniently in the kitchen at the same time as him, making your morning beverages.

“Hm,” you silently thought to yourself, contemplating if your idea was rational enough to act through with.

“Hmmmmm,” he jokingly imitated you, wondering what was on your mind.

You got a separate cup and mixed some of his tea with your coffee. You took the first sip and scorned your face at the unfamiliar yet vaguely distinguishable taste.

Soon he followed, not seeming to be too fond of it at first yet still drinking every last bit.

“Not too bad,” he silently muttered.

And every time you guys were in the kitchen making your daily beverages, the ‘CoTea’ (Coffee and Tea) inside joke was repeatedly brought up.

Bf!Ghost heard a sudden shriek from your bedroom, causing his heart to sink. His thoughts raced faster than the speed of how fast he was approaching your room, desperate to know what it was. What if it was an invader? He wouldn’t be able to live knowing that he wasn’t fast enough to save you from a serious threat, he’d hate himself and feel guilty every single day.

His breathing pattern returned to normal as he sighed in relief when he realised that it was just a spider on your bedroom wall.

“Shit,”

“It’s going to kill me!” You sputtered inattentively as you backed away as far as possible from the ‘murderous pest.’

He stacked a mount of tissues in his hand and effortlessly scooped it up, crushed it into remains of spider limbs and a brown fluid before tossing it in the bin. Shooting you a look that you swore said: ‘Seriously? All that commotion over that?”

“My saviour,” you quipped as you ran up to him and braced him in a tight hug.

Bf!Ghost was used to receiving the “Your eyelashes are so long!” ‘compliment’ from people, mainly from you. It always confused him as to why you pointed it out - maybe it was just a ‘girl thing’ he didn’t understand.

Bf!Ghost was sleep-deprived, sick and unwillingly glued to his bed after days of working, so you took care of him. (At night, when he was complaining about being too cold, you snuggled up next to him and fell asleep in his arms. Maybe he was faking it as an excuse to cuddle you, maybe…) You knew he had an energy drink addiction and some bad eating habits. Since quality meals require time, you poured that time into cooking for him. His gratitude toward you was beyond words, appreciating the care and effort you put into taking care of him. Your cooking not only filled his stomach but also warmed his heart, making every bite a taste of your love.

Bf!Ghost worked out often; so did you. You enjoyed each other's company at the gym, immersing yourselves in the shared playlist and the post-workout rush. His concern for you couldn't be contained. During some weekly sessions, he taught you self-defence techniques, a thoughtful gesture for times he couldn't be by your side.

Bf!Ghost loved making you say ‘please’, even after the smallest of favours. You tried to open your water bottle, but the lid seemed super glued on, you tried repeatedly but your attempts were in vain. You asked him to help you, forgetting one thing:

“Want me to feed you the water as well?” He sarcastically quipped with a shit-eating grin.

“Oh come on babe,”

“And what’s the magic word?” He asked expectedly.

“Please,” you stretched out your ‘please’ jokingly for the sole purpose of teasing him.

He seamlessly removed the lid which astonished you before handing you your water bottle. After all that effort and failed attempts, he made it look so easy.

Bf!Ghost Loathed being away from you; and you felt the exact same way. When he needed to leave or when you were gone, he would try to do things that reminded him of you. When you were teaching him how to cook your signature meals in the kitchen, he was picking up rapidly, improving and learning - soon enough he surpassed you in culinary skills. He remade your recipes to remind himself of you when you weren’t there, and you ‘borrowed’ a few of his hoodies, which were pleasantly engulfed in his scent.

Bf!Ghost Noticed you fell asleep during the horror movie you watched, the last thing he wanted to do was startle you or wake you up. He turned off the TV before heading to your room and placing your favourite blanket over you. He kissed your cheek gently and muttered a silent, “I love you.” Before calling it a night.

Bf!Ghost left wholesome notes for you to discover around the house; the messages were cheesy in the cutest way possible. Either him making you food after a long day of work and leaving it for you in the fridge with a brief note next to it, or a corny compliment stuck on the bathroom mirror for only you to see. It would be something along the lines of:

“Start your day off with a smile love, like the one you never fail to give me♡” (And I feel like this dude would have very messy handwriting, but when writing these notes he tried his best).

Bf!Ghost made most of the decisions in the relationship, you were very indecisive. This is probably the only thing he mildly dislikes about you - you were going through the trials and tribulations of a lifetime over picking between KFC and McDonald’s, you were persistent about what to order too, so he recommended stuff to you or sometimes ordered for you.

(I just know if you both got drinks, he specifically requested only one straw so you guys could share it).

Bf!Ghost was the “‘Scuse me, she asked for no pickles,” boyfriend, who would secure you a refund and a newly made burger, (mainly due to how intimating he gets at times).

You thoroughly enjoyed him looking out for you, though, knowing that he cared that much about you made your heart flutter only from thinking about it.

PART TWO IS OUT!!! <3

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[motimatcha]

You are special

hazbin hotel Adam x gn!reader

theme: school. you and Adam are disciples; Adam is the captain of the school sports team (which one you choose yourself).

sports team captain!Adam, who sets you apart from other people. Nobody knows why, not even Adam himself, but he finds you an interesting and funny person.

sports team captain!Adam, who loves to show off his body in front of you. He will wipe the sweat from his face with his T-shirt; he will ostentatiously remove his jersey during match victories.

sports team captain!Adam, who loves your indignant exclamation when he comes up behind you and hugs you. Adam sweats and his scent lingers on your body for a long time.

sports team captain!Adam, who protects you from balls accidentally flying in your direction. He will pull you towards himself or to the side when he notices the approach of a projectile, which will hit the wall with all its force.

sports team captain!Adam, who always chooses you to be his partner during pair exercises. He still makes comments about your movements, but he is much more patient with you.

sports team captain!Adam, who teaches you some techniques of his sport and is sincerely happy when you manage to beat your opponent. He probably shouts: “yes, I taught them this! suck it, bitches!”, after which he grabs you and throws you up.

sports team captain!Adam, who loves it when you watch him play. He gives you tickets to the match in the best row, where you will definitely see it. He will approach you at every opportunity and flirt.

sports team captain!Adam, who drinks your water. He is not stopped by any of your arguments that it is not hygienic. Adam, who gives you his water for storage (in those rare moments when he brings it) and doesn’t mind if you drink from it too.

sports team captain!Adam, who will throw the ball at any guy on his team and not only if one of them decides to bother you.

sports team captain!Adam, who is waiting for you at the locker rooms or asks you to wait for him. He will throw his arm over your shoulder as you leave the gym.

sports team captain!Adam, who loves to pester you during gym class. He loves to show off so much, especially in front of you, especially in physical education, and especially with his body.

[beomiracles]

SERENE'S 500 BASH ! the masterlist

꒰ this is a collection of all the requests I took during my 500 follower celebration, enjoy ! ꒱

✶ = serene's personal favourites

#REVISITED DREAMS ᯓᡣ𐭩 ๑ "fucking perv" ๑ "stranded" ๑ "thin walls" ๑ "professor Kang"

#PROMPTS ᯓᡣ𐭩 ๑ fighting and making up — C.BG ๑ waking up next to — K.TH

#MOST TO LEAST LIKELY'S ᯓᡣ𐭩 ๑ to be jealous ๑ pheromone perfume

#BUILD YOUR OWN DREAM ᯓᡣ𐭩 ๑ BRIDGETON SEASON 4? — H.KAI x afab!reader, nsfw You weren't supposed to like Kai, he wasn't supposed to like you either.

๑ A FOX'S FAVOR — C.YJ x fox spirit!reader, nsfw Yeonjun makes the horrifying discovery that the fox he had been tending to for the past weeks is actually human.

๑ INSATIABLE — vampire!C.BG x afab!reader, nsfw ✶ Beomgyu had been acting strange, really strange. But you weren't sure you were ready to find out why.

๑ DREAM OF YOU — C.BG x hypnotherapist!reader, nsfw Your patient had been making you feel things that pushed the professional boundaries of your relationship.

๑ BUTTERFLY — tattoo artist!C.BG x afab!reader ✶ Getting your first tattoo wasn't that scary when you had an incredibly sexy tattoo artist to keep you distracted.

๑ I HATE YOU — ice skater!C.YJ x ice skater!reader, nsfw You really hated Choi Yeonjun, yet you were forced to skate alongside him almost everyday. Why was it always the good looking ones that were assholes?

๑ HIERARCHY — C.BG x afab!reader, nsfw ✶ He humiliates you in class, yet he can't even look you in the eyes as you stroke his cock, pathetic.

๑ FAST CARS — street racer!C.BG x afab!reader, nsfw You had told Beomgyu to lay off his illegal sport multiple times, that didn't mean that the sex after a race won wasn't amazing.

๑ A FLOWER KIND OF LOVE — C.SB x afab!reader The cute baker boy across the street has been waiting for an opportunity to introduce himself.

๑ I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT ME — prince!C.BG x princess!reader, nsfw What had seemed like a loveless marriage between two completely different people, turned out to be something entirely else.

๑ SMOKING HOT — smoker!K.TH x afab!reader, nsfw Your chain smoker friend asks you what else he could possibly be addicted to, when you said 'kissing' you never meant for him to place his lips on yours.

๑ BUNNY — kidnapper!C.SB x afab!reader, nsfw (dark cont.) ✶ Soobin took care of you, he always did, and with your wrists tied, who else could you rely on?

๑ AGAINST ALL ODDS — C.BG x afab!reader Perhaps you had been too quick to judge Choi Beomgyu, when all odds were against you, he suddenly was the only one who wasn't.

๑ NECTAR — C.SB x vampire!reader, nsfw ✶ Soobin should know better than to roam the streets during the blood moon, he should, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to.

๑ QUICK KISS — K.TH x afab!reader, nsfw It was supposed to be a quick good luck kiss before his game. But Taehyun knew how to make a kiss last.

๑ DO BEST FRIENDS DO THIS? — C.BG x afab!reader, nsfw ✶ Best friends taught each other how to play guitar, you knew that. But did best friends also let their hands wander beneath each other's clothes?

๑ THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND — streamer!C.BG x afab!reader Beomgyu has a habit of not thinking before he speaks, and a habit of not reading his messages.

๑ PRESIDENTIAL DUTIES — president!C.YJ x afab!reader, nsfw Being Choi Yeonjun's secretary meant a lot more than just scheduling meetings and interviews, you quickly found that out.

๑ GYM BROS (not really) — K.TH x afab!reader, nsfw Taehyun regrets bringing you to workout with him, you didn't.

[lucy90712]

A headcanon from Gavi’s pov:

The things he loves about the reader:)

a/n: I loved this idea so I might do it for a few others I write for - Pablo loves that your smile can always cheer him up he can be having the worst day but just seeing you smile instantly improves his mood. Your smile can't actually solve all of his problems but he definitely feels that way for him as nothing else gives him such a burst of happiness 

- You are the the only one that can calm him down which everyone appreciates. After a bad game the team make sure Pablo sees you before going back into the locker room as that way you can talk to him usually about something else and not the game until he's calm when you send him back to his teammates. Pablo doesn't always realise how good you are at helping him keep control of his emotions but when he does it only makes him love you more

- Pablo is in love with the way you look when you wake up in the morning. There is nothing he loves more than seeing you with no makeup on and hair all over the place as even though you think you look disgusting he thinks you look beautiful. Just something about seeing you so natural and vulnerable almost as you are just waking up fills his heart with joy

- Pablo is always appreciative of his understanding you are. There are times that he isn't around much and can't spend as much time with you as he would like but you never complain or get mad at him. Even when he has to cancels plans with you because something you don't make him feel bad at all as you know he will make it up to you at some point because he always does

- He loves how you are willing to train with him on days off. Over the summer or when the team have some days off Pablo loves to train with you whether thats in the gym or with a football. You aren't the best with a ball but he has taught you a lot and you are definitely good enough to help him train and he loves getting to run around with you

- There is the odd occasion that Pablo gets carried away and will go too hard on you whenever that happens he feels awful but most of the time you just get back up and continue to play which he really admires. Knowing you share his fighting spirit just makes Pablo adore you more and it spurs him on too as he wants to show you that he’s just as determined as you

- Your work ethic is another thing Pablo loves about you. No matter what you are doing you always put in 100% even if you don't get the result you wanted Pablo knows you would've tried your hardest and he's always there to encourage you like you always do for him

- The two of you make a great couple as Pablo always gives his all in training and during the matches and you give your all in your university work. The two of you are always supporting each other and when something doesn't go your way you are always there to pick each other up which is how you both still maintain your strong mentality

- Despite how much work you put into everything else in your life you always still make time for Pablo which he appreciates. Even if you've had classes all day and have other work to get on with if he has a day off you will always find time to spend with him as it's not often that he gets time off. He of course does his best to do the same as you two are committed to making your relationship work

- There are a lot of little things Pablo loves about you like the way you have a set routine you follow in the morning and at night which he adores watching you complete as nothing can distract you once you've started even him hugging you from being and covering you in kisses 

- He also thinks it's cute how you just naturally move things that are out of place whether that be at yours or his. Whenever you notice that anything isn't the way it usually is you will move it back but you don't know you are doing it which is why Pablo finds it so cute. Sometimes he puts things slightly out of place before you arrive just to see how many you will fix before you leave 

- Pablo loves everything about you but the thing he loves the most is how much you care for him. You don’t care about his money or his fame you just care about him which is all he could ask for in a partner and he found that with you so he never plans to let it go