#and im going to have lamps that i can read a book by snuggled up in a blanket

[boot-prints]

One day I'm going to settle down, I'm going to put down roots and watch them grow. I'm going to be able to make choices that last, that I might keep all my life. I might change my mind on some of them, and that's okay too, because I will have the time for both.

I love my life and the ever changing nature of it but I'm excited to build something that lasts one day. I'm excited to rest.

[homestylehughes]

i wanna taste

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: after one sight of y/n, jack has to get a taste.

warnings: smut 18+. oral- fem receiving, dirty talk, cussing, use of pet names. fluff, soft jack.

wc: 1.8k

au: hi loves! im on a writing streak (thank you spring break). im back with some jack smut woooohooooo, i realllllyyyy enjoyed writing this, i hope you guys enjoy. like and reblog if you enjoy<3.

happy reading <3

Rain softly hits the window, the soft light from the lamp in the corner of the living room illuminates the room with a soft glow. 

I've been awake for a few hours, my body waking me up at 5 am, turning over to see that Jack was sound asleep beside me, I decided to get out of bed and start my day.

Settling on the couch with a cup of coffee in my hands along with my book, this is where I've been for the last 3 hours. The book captivated me so much I didn't even check the time until I had finished it. 

The clock read 8:15, I was genuinely surprised Jack wasn't awake yet. His crazy hockey schedule kept him awake and up at odd hours, his body probably needed all of the sleep it could get. 

Getting up to get another cup of coffee, and the second book of the series I’m reading, I settle back into the couch and enter an alternate universe. 

I'm so into my book, that I don't even realize Jack creeping up behind me, wrapping his arms around my neck, nessling his face in my neck, feeling  his warm breath fan my neck. 

“Good morning pretty girl” I hear him say, as his face is still muffled in my neck. 

“Good morning” I say back as I crane my neck up to meet his face, getting a good look at his face for the first time today. 

Taking in his sleepy doe like state, hair a mess, eyes full of sleep, leaving evidence that he just woke up. Sweatpants riding scarily low on his hips, his chest bare, allowing me to rake my eyes over it. 

“Done checking me out pretty girl” he smiles down on me, catching me in the act. “Maybe, i'm not sure yet” i muttered back, my face heating with a slight embarrassment. “How'd you sleep?” I ask him, still looking up at him. “Good, really good. Would have been better if I woke up with you beside me” he says, looking down at me. 

“Sorry baby, I randomly woke up at like 5am. I didn't want to wake you up "I say feeling bad, for leaving him in the bed alone. 

“It's okay, you can make up for it now” he says as he begins to lean down, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. The angle makes it a little hard for me to fully kiss him, but I deal with it and push my body up further to meet his kiss. 

Our lips moved in sync for a few more seconds before Jack pulls away, resting his arms on the arm rest behind me, giving me a few seconds to catch my breath. 

“That's a better good morning greeting” Jack says as he's smiling, making his way to the other end of the couch, picking up the blanket that covers my feet and slides under it as he sits down. 

The simple movement probably means nothing to him, but it does to me, seeing him so at peace, and calm makes my heart warm. I'm quickly pulled out of my daydream when I hear Jack's voice.

“Has it been raining all morning?” he asks as he's looking out the window, the rain still hitting the window. 

“Yeah it's been raining since i've been out here” i say “it's very peaceful” he replies back softly. Turning his body back to face mine, “what time is it?” he asks, snuggling himself deeper into the blanket like a child, “9:30” i reply back. 

“Dang i slept in” Jack says with an airy laugh. I laugh softly in response, as I go to pick up my coffee mug to take a drink, to only find that its empty. 

“I'm going to go get more coffee, do you want a cup?” I asked him, raising my back from the couch to get up. 

“Yes please that sounds amazing, thank you pretty girl” he says, moving himself back to a sitting position on the couch. 

“Okay baby, I'll be back” I say as I fling the blanket off my body, not seeing Jack's widened eyes as I turn my back to him as I make my way to the kitchen. 

Making both of our cups of coffee I make my way back to the living room, I feel Jack's eyes on me instantly. 

“Here you go baby” I say, holding the hot cup out to him, “can you place it on the table for me?” he rasps out, as I go to place the mug on the table in front of us, I hear Jack speak again “set yours down too”. I look up at him confusingly as I set both cups down on the table. 

“Are you okay Jack?” I ask him, my eyes locked on his face. “Yeah i'm fine, can you come here please” 

I make my way closer to him, standing in front of the couch where he lays, Jack deciding that isn't close enough for him. He puts his hands on my hips pulling me into his lap. His hands moving to rest on my bare thigh. 

“What are you wearing?” he asks me, looking down at my body, i see nothing wrong with what i'm wearing. “Clothes?” i reply back timidly, still confused on why he's acting like this.

“Your not wearing pants” he says, tracing his hands under my shirt, circling his hands on my practically bare hips, causing my breath to hitch slightly. 

“You're walking around the house in a tiny thong, and a shirt that doesn't even cover your ass completely, and you expect me not to do anything” bringing his face to mine, close enough that I can feel his breath fanning on my face. I swallow before saying “what are you going to do about it?”

Before I know it, Jack smashes his lips to mine. The kiss is hot and wet, his tongue quickly entering my mouth fighting and winning for dominance. My hands in his hair pulling him closer to me, wishing that there wasn’t a blanket separating us. 

I began to rock my hips into his to gain some type of friction, I can feel the dampness between my thighs beginning to grow. 

I pull my lips from his and begin to trail them down his neck, kissing and sucking little love bites in my wake, softly biting his ear as I make my way down. I hear Jack's breathing beginning to pick up, moaning lowly in my ear. 

Just as I'm about to trail my way back to his lips, he pushes me off of him. My back is now hitting the couch. I look up at him breathless, waiting for his next move. 

“I have to taste you pretty girl, I've been dying to do it all morning” Jack says, eyes locked with mine as he pushes the blanket of his body. Making his way between my legs spreading them apart as he rests in between them now. 

Tracing his hands up my bare thighs, his hands sliding under the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down slowly, while keeping his eye contact with me. Once my underwear are completely off me, he throws them somewhere behind him.

Jack begins to kiss up my thighs, alternating between each of my legs. My chest is rising quickly now, I need him to do something soon, the tension is starting to kill me. 

“Pretty pussy is so wet for me” he sighs as he slides his middle finger between my folds before pulling it back out, his finger glistening in front of him before sliding it into his mouth. 

Moaning at the taste, his eyes are on mine. This action alone causes me to moan down at him, shifting my hips closer to his face. 

“Tastes so sweet, pretty girl” he says as he guides his face back down to my pussy. “ I think I wanna have a taste now, is that alright with you, pretty girl?” his eyes searching mine for an answer. “Yes jack, please” I breathlessly say to him. 

Not even a second later, jack is diving into my pussy, his tongue finding my clit instantly. My hands fly into his hair grabbing something to hold on to while jack fucks me with his tongue. 

My moans are beginning to fill up the room, along with the sounds of jack slurping up my pussy, like a man who hasn't had a drink of water in days. 

Taking me by surprise Jack pushes 2 fingers into me, continuing to lap up my clit with his tongue. “Jack fuck” I moan out, pulling his hair even tighter between my fingers, the action causing jack to groan into me, sending chills up my body.

I began to push my hips to meet his tongue and fingers, beginning to feel the coil in my stomach heating up. 

Jack senses that i'm almost there, he thrusts his fingers into me, but curves them just enough so that he hits my g-spot. 

Causing my eyes to roll in the back of my head my body arching off the couch, my hips pushing themselves further into his grasp. 

“Right there fuck jack, please dont stop” I groan out. I reach under my shirt grabbing my right nipple between my hands squeezing it in between my fingers, as my other hand starts needing my left boob. 

“Fuck pretty girl, you look so hot from up there” my breath labors at the sound of jacks rough voice “does it feel good pretty girl?” “fuck, you feel so tight against my fingers, taking me so fucking good like a good girl” he says as he brings his thumb to my clit, rubbing and pinching it hard and fast. 

Incoherent things are falling from my lips at this point, the only thing I'm focused on is jack and the dam in my body that's about to break. 

Before I know it I'm cumming, hard and fast. My orgasm gives me no warning as it begins to wash over my body, hitting me like a tidal wave. 

My moans and “don’t stops” fill the living room, my grip on Jack's hair never loosening. Finally coming down from my high, I try to catch my breath, I open my eyes that make their way down to Jack who's looking at me with wide eyes, and a parted swollen mouth catching his breath. 

Making his way up to me, so that he's now directly on top of me, pushing himself up by his arms. “That was the hottest thing ive ever fucking seen.'' Jack says before capturing his lips with mine. 

Pulling back to look into his eyes, before something catches my attention. The cups of coffee on the table. “I think our coffee is cold,” I say, trying to hold back my laugh.

“I dont give a fuck about that coffee anymore” jack says as he laughs back at me, bringing his lips back to mine mumbling “how about we finish this in the bedroom?” before picking me up and dragging me to our bedroom. The coffee being long forgotten about. 

[bucksangel]

I always have Bucky thoughts. I’m thinking about Bucky coming back from a rough mission to find you waiting for him with a giant comfy sweatshirt and blanket. It’s only after he goes to put the sweatshirt on that he realizes it’s warm because you put both the sweatshirt and the blanket in the dryer because you know he hates the cold. He has never said anything about it and the fact that you noticed makes him so soft and when you drag him to the couch and pull him down to wrap the two of you in the blanket, he’s content to just let you take care of him. Cue all the warm snuggles for Bucky… ALL OF THEM!

OKAY OKAY OKAY this went a lil different im sorry but now i cant get this image out of my head

like bucky doesn’t want to do anything after the mission other than laying on the bed with his head in your lap so you can play with his hair and tell him about what you did while he was away bc he just really needs to hear your voice

and when he gets home finally he makes sure to put his dirty boots on a mat next to the front door because you insisted that he keep your floors clean so it’s less for you to clean when you inevitably get anxious when he’s away and deep clean the apartment to distract yourself

anyway. he’s tired to the point where it seems impossible to bend down and move his boots only a few feet to the mat, but he does it anyway because he’s so endeared that you call his apartment yours even though you’re technically not officially living together. it makes him happy, so he respects your wishes and puts them off to the side

and when he gets inside he instantly sighs in relief bc he knows he’s finally home and safe and he trudges on into the living room to see you in one of his older hoodies on the couch reading and he kind of wants to cry because he loves you so much. he doesn’t though, he just walks forward and squats down, grunting as he does so. he’s in a bit of pain but he doesn’t care because you immediately lean up and give him a sweet and soft kiss to his lips

and, at your insistence, he goes off to the shower, and does have to admit that the hot water soothes his muscles. when he gets out he towels himself off quickly, only to notice that you’ve laid out clean clothes on the counter that are warm enough to let him know you probably threw them in the dryer before he got back

when he walks into the bedroom he sees that the lights are dimmed except for the lamp next to the bed casting a warm glow through the room. there are snacks next to you and the hobbit in your lap. he quickly goes over to you and flops down on the bed, immediately finding himself on his stomach, lying between your legs with his head on your stomach. your right hand works its way through his hair, petting him and untangling his hair as you gently kiss his forehead before picking up the book and proceeding to read until he falls into a peaceful slumber that only you can bring him to

anyway. bucky deserves nothing but the best and i’m going to give it to him.

[brooooswriting]

omg i love your stories i see other people requesting so thought i’d request one too can be natasha or wanda doesn’t matter but one where they are hanging out in the compound and someone makes a comment towards reader like as a joke and it makes reader insecure and sad and nat or wanda just laugh thinking it’s a joke and you wouldn’t be hurt by it not knowing the affect it had on you and you’re hurt they laughed thinking what was said about you is true until later they catch you crying and if it’s wanda she like reads your negative thoughts cause they’re so loud or if it’s nat she catches you looking at yourself or something and they fix it and explain and it’s just sadness at first then ends with soft fluff im in need of something sad then happy lol sorry it’s so long

Oh darling

Your day had been crap, school took over 90% of your time and to make it worse you fucked up your biology exam. You made your way into the compound and let yourself fall on the couch next to Wanda. “You alright?” She asked as she took her eyes off of the sitcom. “Yeah, long day” you said before snuggling further into her and the couch.

Something about watching sitcoms with Wanda made you feel at home, like nothing could hurt you and everything was alright. She made you feel at home.

You guys were watching for over 2 hours when Tony and Bruce came in. “Wow you guys are still sitting here?” Tony laughed before adding “I have to do that with pepper too”. You and Wanda laughed after she paused the show.

“Y/N, I’ve heard you got a bad grade on your biology exam. We can be lucky you don’t wanna be a doctor like the rest of you family huh?” He laughed, just like Wanda and Tony.

To them it seemed like a funny joke as you always told them that you’d never want to be a doctor but to you it was a punch in the face. Sure, you never wanted to be a doctor and you never wanted to be like your family but it was something they always complained about. It was always like you weren’t good enough, you weren’t smart enough, you weren’t studying enough it was never enough and that hurt.

You forced out a chuckle before standing up making Wanda look up at you. “Hey, where are you going?” She asked, she definitely felt your mood swift but didn’t think about it too much. “To my room, I still have some stuff to do” you answered before disappearing.

So you sat in your room studying the rest of the day. You were scared that you weren’t going to be enough for them, that in the end they’d think about you the way your family did. You were easy to replace as you didn’t have any special powers.

It was late and you’ve been studying for over 3 hours when it knocked on your door and Steve came in. “Hello Y/n, it’s time for dinner, Wanda cooked your favourite” he smiled at you and you smiled back but you realized you didn’t have time to eat. You should be studying. “That’s nice but I’m not hungry. Thanks though.” You turned back to your block which made Steve leave again.

“Steve, where’s Y/n?” Wanda asked when she saw him come down without you. “She said she isn’t hungry and she was studying so I left her alone” he answered as he sat down next to Bucky. Bruce noticed Wanda’s concerned look and said “It’s good. She should be studying more, you know? Keep her grades up she will graduate soon.”

Wanda was more then concerned when you didn’t come down and when she didn’t see you the next day and the day after that it got even worse.

So she decided to walk past your room and she was shocked. She could hear you negative thoughts even if she didn’t want to. They were so loud that they forced themselves into her head and they repeated themselves. ‘I am worthless’, ‘I’m not good enough for them’, ‘they don’t want you if you fuck this up’ and worse.

A soft knock was heard and you just grumbled. You didn’t even look up when Wanda came inside. “Hey sweetie” she said as she walked closer. Your room was only lit up by a small desk lamp and the floor and your desk were full with papers and books. “Hi” you underlined the sentence before shortly glancing up at her. “How can I help you?” You asked.

“We should talk” she answered standing next to you. You only mumbled a hm before scribbling something down. “How long have you been studying?” She asked you but honestly you lost track of time so you only shrugged.

You only really looked at her when she pulled your chair away from the desk and stood in front of it. “Wans, what are you doing? I gotta study.” You complained trying to push her away. “No you gotta sleep or you’ll get ill” you could clearly see the concern but you would rather concern her than being not good enough for her.

And again your thoughts pushed themselves into her head. “You will always be enough. Not just for me but for all of us and you are not replaceable. You are what holds us together and we never want you to leave. We want you to be happy and right now you’re clearly not” she reassured you.

The moment she wrapped you in a hug you lost it and started sobbing. Wanda wasn’t much older than you, she was barely 19, so she knew how hard school could be and that in addition to your family was terrible.

“Oh darling, come on let’s go to bed.” She whispered into your ear and tried to get you up but you didn’t. “No, I gotta do this. I’m fine” you insisted making her sigh. “No you’re not Y/n and it hurts to know that you’re not. I love you and I’ll not tolerate you destroying yourself just because of your grades. In addition to that I haven’t seen you for like three days and I miss you and cuddling. So move your ass into this bed so I can cuddle you” she was energetic and you knew that she meant said.

When you still didn’t move she picked you up and placed you onto the bed before cuddling into your side. You pulled her into you and placed a soft kiss on her lips, you couldn’t deny that you missed her. “I’m sorry for not coming to see you” you whispered into her hair while rubbing her back. “It’s okay, you’re fine. And you’re enough, I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel like it. Just because your family wasn’t smart enough to realize that it doesn’t mean that you aren’t. We all love you!” She said as she placed kisses all over your face causing you to giggle.

“And tomorrow we will find a healthier way for you to study darling” she said sternly so you nodded and kissed her again.

“I love you witchy “ you said between small kisses. “I love you too”

And she did. She helped you find a way to learn in a healthy matter in which the team was heavily involved. Steve helped you with history, Tony and Bruce with math and science and Nat and Wands helped you with English.

Wanda was always gonna be there for you no matter what you were insecure about.

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This is my first Wanda x reader and I hope you like this. Keep leaving requests please :)

So I always made fun of people who fell in love with their straight best friend or something like that and guess who got karma for that :/ but I thought about making a story out of that. What do you guys think about that? Not quite sure if happy ending or not.

Well have a nice day everybody

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Hello! Im currently dealing with my first breakup ever and wanted to know how you think the Ghouls would comfort someone feeling crushed and very guilty? This is my first request ever but I love your writings. ❤

Rain: He doesn’t know what to do. He wants to help you… but how? He wants to know everything that happened, he wants to sit with you and cuddle you and hold you while you cry but he hesitates. He knows you’re hurting. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you… but you will catch him watching you from across the room with concern on his face. Then he caves… and he makes his way over and buries your face in his chest. He doesn’t allow you to ask him what he is doing. He can feel the emotion coming from you and he wants to heal you.

Swiss: Anger. How dare someone do this to you. You are beautiful, you bring such light into his life… you do not deserve this. He needs to calm himself down. He grabs you… sneaks you both into the church kitchens… steals some old plates that never get used anymore and then takes you both to an abandoned, run down building deep in the woods. There, the two of you smash the shit out of everything. When you run out of plates, you start smashing the chunks of building that’s fallen on to the floor. Swiss allows you to let it all out, all the anger and sadness and guilt. When you finally fall to the ground he just holds you in silence.

Mountain: Plant man shows up out of the blue, with his arms filled with various plants and herbs. He’s taken the time to pick them and dry them and put them in little bags for you. The point is to smell them and they will help you settle. Lavender to calm your mind… relax your thoughts. Peppermint if you want a little ‘pick me up’. Chamomile and Valerian Root for insomnia or trouble sleeping and Lemon Balm for an all over mood booster. He sits with you for hours explaining all the little things they do and how to properly use them to help yourself feel better. He somehow manages to help just from talking to you.

Aether: When he hears what happened, he wastes no time grabbing your favourite book and seeking you out. He finds you curled up in bed, darkened and cold room. He slips in, flicks on a lamp and crawls into bed with you. When you turn over to face him he just opens the book and starts reading out loud. You both spend the rest of the day and all into the rest of the night together, Aether reading to you your favourite book, you getting lost in his words and in the world of the book he holds. That becomes your routine for a little while.

Dew: At first, he goes kill mode. The other ghouls have to physically hold him back from hunting down the ass that did this to you and ending him on the spot. But he snaps out of it. He realises you are the priority right now, so he takes off and scoops you into his arms. Snuggling you and giving you so much comfort he can possibly muster. You soak him up, he feels the way your body melts into him… releasing your pent up emotions into him and finally settling into the mattress. He will never admit it… but knowing you are comforted by his presence is enough to bring tears to his eyes. This feeling, of being wanted and appreciated by you is something he never wants to give up.

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I remember my first breakup…it’s awful. It hurts and it feels like you will never ever feel the same again, but it will get easier with time. Be patient with yourself. Allow yourself to feel sad and hurt, it’s normal and it’s perfectly valid. One day you will realise how much better you’re feeling, and soon you will look back and see how much you’ve grown. I’m so so sorry you’re going through this, I am sending you so so so much love and hugs right now. I hope you can feel my warm arms around you ❤️

[motherjoel]

in case (spencer reid x reader)

summary: you and spencer are each others forever, and spencer vowed to make this christmas your best yet.

a/n: the yard sale scene is based off of that moment in the office between michael and holly lol, i just thought it was so cute. also i am just so excited for christmas even though its months away so im sorry in advance. let me know what yall think!

wc: 3.1k

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The LaMontagne-Jareau household was having their annual yard sale and as they do every year, they invited the team to sell anything they didn’t want anymore. You and Spencer had just moved in together a few weeks ago after dating for a year and you definitely had some things that you could get rid of, so you jumped at the opportunity to clean house. As you were packing some of your knick knacks into boxes, you noticed your boyfriend sitting in front of your shared bookshelf, closely examining its contents and placing the books into two piles. His brow furrowed when he placed another book into the smaller of the two stacks. You set down the lamp you were holding and walked over to a frustrated Spencer.

“You know Spence, you really don’t have to get rid of any of your books. I promise, I don’t need the shelf space,” you chuckled before examining the piles.

“I know, I just feel bad that you can't put any of your books up there. Besides, I’ve read everything anyway,” he said with a frustrated sigh. You patted him on the back before sorting through his “sell” pile. Picking up one of the hardcover books, you noticed it was one of your favorites. 

“‘The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe’? You were getting rid of this?” you asked in slight shock.

“Oops, wrong pile,” he remarked, softly taking the book from your hands. “You remember the first time we read this together?” he asked, flipping his fingers through the pages. 

“Um, of course. Last year, before we were an item,” you recalled. “I was at your apartment and we ordered a pizza and opened a bottle of wine, which you proceeded to spill all over me,” you laughed, Spencer blushing profusely at the memory.

“And you were wearing white…” he trailed off.

“And I was wearing white. I know you have an eidetic memory but this must be the dirty side of it because I know full well you saw my bra through that shirt,” you nudged him teasingly.

“Hey, why do you think I asked you out in the first place?” he jokingly asked. You nudged him again and laughed. 

“So I changed into your ‘I Heart Vegas’ t-shirt and your FBI sweats and made you read to me as an apology,” you smiled, recalling the memory that you held near and dear. 

“And you’ve never looked better,” he laughed, pecking your lips. 

You set the books down and left him to his sorting, returning to your own work. Once the two of you were ready to go, you hauled the few boxes into your car and made the drive to JJ’s.

-

“My favorite lovebirds are here!” Penelope shouted, standing up from her seat on the lawn next to Morgan and making her way over to you and Spence. You gave her a quick hug.

“Hey Pen! I’m surprised to see you here, I know you’re pretty sentimental when it comes to your things,” you asked as she began to help you carry your things onto the lawn.

“Yeah, I’ve had firsthand experience with that when I accidentally knocked over her llama mug. The thing shattered and she refused to call me ‘chocolate thunder’ for days” Derek chimed in, standing to help you with the boxes.

“Okay, in my defense, I like to keep my sacred things sacred. I didn’t want my poor llama to face such violence!” she yelled, and you all laughed. “But you’re right, I’m just here to count the money,” she confessed, and you nodded. 

You all chatted about your days as you unpacked your boxes, the rest of the team showing up in the meantime. As you unpacked, you came across your old neon sign that said “boss bitch,” and you couldn’t help but laugh, drawing the attention of your friends. 

“Damn Y/N, I never pegged you as someone who’d have a sign like that,” Emily said, walking over to get a closer look.

“How come I’ve never seen that?” Spencer asked, observing the cheesy light.

“Gosh, i’ve had that since college. I found it in the back of my closet today and I don’t really have much of a use for it. I do love it though,” you remarked. Emily left you and Spencer alone after being distracted by Henry.

“You know, if you really like it, you can keep it. If there's a problem with the neon, I can take a look at it,” Spencer said, taking the sign from you.

“Oh no, it's not that. I guess it's just more meant for a ‘bachelorette’ pad,” you said.

“Oh okay. You can save it if you want, just in case,” he said softly. This got your attention as you looked up to him.

“In case? I don’t have an ‘in case’. Do you have an in case?” you asked, wondering if your boyfriend had any doubts about your move in.

“No, I don’t,” he said, as if he was just realizing how real the two of you were. He leaned down and your lips met his. You pulled away from him and continued setting up your table, a smile on your face the entire time.

-

A couple months had passed since the yard sale and you were absolutely loving the little life you had with Spencer. And as the weather got colder, it was nice to have someone to snuggle next to during the winter. Christmas was coming up and you couldn’t wait for Christmas Eve at the Rossi household. Dave had decided that this year, he would start a tradition for the team, a “night of the seven fishes,” and of course his famous Rossi pasta. Everyone was able to go- this was why you loved this team. You were all “misfits,” especially with your home life- these people had become your family and you theirs, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You went Christmas shopping every day leading up to the fateful Rossi dinner. One of those days, Spencer came with you and the two of you had finished up pretty late- it was already dark out. Spencer offered to drive home, which was a little out of character, but you were too tired from your day that you didn’t question it. You noticed he was taking a different route then normal, however, so you decided to interject.

“My love, you’re going like the complete opposite direction of home,” you giggled.

“I know, I just thought we’d take a detour to look at the lights,” he said nervously. You just shrugged and went with it.

 You turned up the radio when you heard your favorite Christmas song start to play. Spencer began to sing along quietly, and you looked at him surprised- he never sang in front of you. He glanced at you and laughed, before continuing his serenade. You decided to join in, belting out the lyrics to Maria Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas is You,” turning to Spencer and singing to him on the “you” parts, earning a chuckle. 

After you had been driving for a bit, he stopped the car and stepped out. You didn’t recognize your surroundings, but it looked like you were in a park. It was decorated beautifully with countless Christmas lights and ornaments hanging from trees. It truly took your breath away. Before you knew it, Spencer was opening your door and offering his hand. You took it and stepped out, still in awe of your surroundings. While you were looking around, Spencer reached inside the car and cranked the radio up, just as Frank Sinatra’s “White Christmas” began to play. He walked in front of you and bowed his head, extending his hand. 

“May I have this dance?” he asked, feigning chivalry. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of the man in front of you, bundled in a jacket and a scarf, nose slightly red from the cold air.

“Of course, good sir,” you said with a terrible curtsy. Taking his hand, the two of you began to slow dance in the middle of the empty parking lot, snowflakes slowly falling down. 

“You’re amazing,” you told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“You missed,” he said, before leaning back down and giving you a firm kiss on the lips. You laughed into the kiss, wondering how you scored such an incredible boyfriend. You switched positions to get closer to him, your arms wrapped around his neck and his arms around your waist. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The two of you continued to sway as the song changed to “Last Christmas” by Wham! You looked up at him again, missing his face. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I love this and I love you for this, but why are we doing this?” you asked, not wanting to ruin the moment. 

“I don’t know, actually. I had the thought when we were at the mall, that I just wanted to make this your best Christmas yet. And I know you love those cheesy Hallmark movies, so I figured this was the closest way to bring one of them to life for you,” he laughed and your heart melted. 

“Well, my previous statement still stands. You are amazing, Spencer Reid,” you told him, leaning in for another kiss. The two of you swayed for a few songs longer until you both decided that not even you could keep each other warm. The drive back to your shared apartment was pleasant as you closed your eyes, letting the Christmas music and the warm feeling of Spencer's hand on your thigh lull you to sleep.

-

“Babe can you zip me up?” you asked, putting in your earrings. Spencer adjusted his tie to his satisfaction and made his way over to you in front of the full body mirror to help you with your dress.

It was Christmas Eve and the two of you were getting dressed for the big night at the Rossi house. Spencer seemed a bit more nervous than usual, but you just chalked it up to his occasional social anxiety. Once he finished zipping you up he wrapped his arms around your midsection, kissing you on the cheek. The two of you stood, looking at your reflections, for a few moments. Spencer looked as handsome as ever in his nice sweater, and you were a show stopper in your dark red velvet mini dress. It was moments like these when you stopped to think about how lucky you are to have met him- he was your future and you were his. If only he would put a ring on it.

You pulled yourself from your loving daze and finished getting ready- Spencer was already finished so he was attached at your hip as you pulled on your heels and made some finishing touches to your makeup. 

“Ready to go?” he asked, seemingly antsy to get on the road. You giggled at his eagerness and nodded, grabbing your purse and heading out to the car.

On the drive there, you once again cranked up the Christmas music and serenaded him to All I Want For Christmas is You, which was quite a frequent play on the radio. You didn’t mind, however, because it was always a way to get him to blush. Mariah Carey had that effect on people. Before you knew it, you pulled up to the Rossi mansion. Most of the team must have been there already, as it was bustling with life and Christmas joy. The front of the house was completely decked out with lights and decorations- Dave spared no expense when it came to holiday decorating. The two of you made your way up to the door, presents in hand. Garcia was on the other end of the door, apparently a few eggnogs in.

“Oh my gosh, you guys are adorable!” she shouted. You and Spencer shared a knowing look. “Everyone, the lovebirds are here! And looking like the hottest couple since Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively,” she gasped, taking in your dress and feeling the velvet. The confused look on Spencer’s face told you all you needed to know about his knowledge of pop culture, which was none. 

Garcia ushered the two of you inside to the living room area, where the rest of the team was settled. Everyone stood up for hugs and assisted you with carrying all of your presents to the tree, which was one of the biggest Christmas trees you had ever seen. You greeted Jack and Henry, who were playing with some toy cars under the tree. You made you way back to the team, and you noticed Spencer talking quietly to Derek and JJ- you decided to let them be and you made your way to the kitchen island to talk to Rossi as he cooked.

“Wow, everything looks so great!” you commented, observing the wide array of food along the table. 

“It better, I’ve been busting my ass for hours just so you kids could have a nice meal,” Rossi said, stirring one of the pots on the stove. You laughed at his fatherly comments as Emiy took the seat next to you.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just worried he might be on the naughty list,” Prentiss joked, finishing off her glass of wine and grabbing another bottle. 

“Hey, just because I’ve gotten a few divorces doesn’t mean i'm not a good man,” he said, pointing a jokingly accusatory finger towards Prentiss. She lifted her hands in defense and laughed. 

“I hear that,” said Derek, who had suddenly appeared in the kitchen. Spencer made his way to the chair on your other side, taking a seat. He nervously fidgeted for a bit, but when you rested a comforting hand on his thigh, his nerves seemed to calm. Soon after you poured yourself a glass of wine, Rossi announced that dinner was served. With a cheer, everyone made their way to the long table, Rossi and Hotch on both ends. You sat between Spencer and Emily, waiting to serve yourself. Once everyone was settled, Rossi stood holding his glass of wine.

“I would like to take a moment to thank you all for coming tonight. There are friends, and there is family. And, there are friends that become family. You are all my family, and I wouldn't want to spend my night of the seven fishes with anyone else. Dig in,” he toasted, and was greeted with a few “salut’s” and pats on the back. With that, you all began to serve yourselves and fill your plates and wine glasses. 

-

Once everyone was full from the delicious dinner spread, you all retired to the living room. Christmas music was playing through Rossi’s amazing sound system, and you were resting your sleepy head on Spencer's shoulder, his arm around you. It had been a perfect night, and you didn’t want it to end. As you were listening to JJ tell a story about Henry’s first Christmas, the song changed to “White Christmas” by Frank Sinatra, and you were flooded with the memory of you and Spencer dancing in the parking lot. You lifted your head from his chest and looked to see he was thinking the same thing.

“It’s our song,” you whispered with a sleepy smile. Spencer nodded and gave you a quick kiss before looking at Derek, who was mouthing “do it now!” As if it were perfect timing, JJ just finished her story and Spencer stood up, gathering the attention from the room. 

“Uh, if I could have everyone's attention, please,” he started, nervously clearing his throat. You looked up at him with stars in your eyes, and he returned it. “As many of you know, Y/N and I have been dating for awhile now, and we’ve been living together for a few months,” he began. You looked around the room and made eye contact with Derek, who shot you a wink. You returned focus to your nervous boyfriend, encouraging him with your eyes. 

“Living with her has made me realize that I don’t need an ‘in case.’ I normally always have a backup plan for when things go wrong, well, as an FBI agent that comes in handy,” he chuckled nervously. “But with Y/N, I never thought to make a backup plan. I’ve just known that she is my forever,” he turned to you. “Y/N, you are my forever, and I want to make it official- I want the world to know that you mean everything to me,” he shakily got onto one knee, earning a gasp from Garcia and a few tears from JJ. From his sweater pocket, he pulled out a tiny velvet box and opened it. You stood up, hands covering your mouth and tears welling in your eyes.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes. You were in shock. You almost forgot to answer until you heard a cough from Prentiss. 

“Yes, Spence! Yes yes of course!” you shouted, putting the ring on and he stood up as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You barely registered, the whooping cheers from the rest of the team, as everyone embraced each other. Tears were shed by most of them (Hotch tried his best to hold back). 

After a minute of spinning, Spencer let you down and you observed the ring. It was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. 

“I helped pick it out,” JJ told you and you pulled her into a hug and thanked her before embracing Spencer once again, a happy blush across his cheeks.

“Hey, look!” Garcia said, pointing above you and Spencer's heads. Looking up, you saw the mistletoe she was pointing at. 

“Did you know that the white berries on mistletoe are actually toxic to humans?” Spencer asked, receiving a few head shakes. You looked up at him in awe, always adoring his facts.

“Come here,” you said, pulling him down by his tie and giving him a passionate (but tasteful) kiss that was greeted with a chorus of “aww’s” and a few “ewwww’s” from Jack and Henry. You both laughed and continued to mingle with the team, showing off your rock. Spencer had made it a Christmas to remember, and you were so eternally grateful to have someone who loved you as much as you loved him.

[matchamorphosis]

im glad you were able to start feeling better! 💞although im sorry you have a head ache :(( maybe we can take about ari to help you feel better? 👉👈🙈

𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || you are keeping yourself from going to sleep and Ari has to figure out what’s keeping you from bedtime.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || daddy!ari levinson × little![black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+, hints to nsfw themes, ddlg dynamics + lifestyle, sleepy daddy!ari can’t think, daddy kink, minors dni

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || yes yes yes we can talk about him 🥺 okay so where do I start? 💗 i’m gonna start off with a little something i’ve been thinking of writing but i’m gonna give y’all a little preview of it.

it starts off when you’re just minutes away from bedtime, but that’s the problem you’re having— you don’t wanna go to sleep.

you’ve been procrastinating and distracting yourself as well as ignoring your daddy’s calls for you to get in bed for the past hour now.

on any normal night you would slip under the covers and let your eyelids fall shut, snuggling your body close to Ari’s massive figure as you head crept into his neck.

tucked away in your dreamland with Ari’s arms to protect you from any nightmares.

however tonight is a different story.

from doing your dedicated thirty minute night routine consisted of your skin and hair care, having him reading a story from your book of fairytales, asking for and receiving a tall glass of water—

then using the bathroom afterwards cause you drank it all whoopsie

making your daddy fluff all your pillows, checking your night light for a second time to find that it needs new batteries, closing the closet doors from any cracks, kissing each and every one of your stuffies goodnight, making daddy look under the bed one more time—

Ari himself is exhausted from the unwarranted protocol but how could he say no to those pouty lips and those Bambi-eyes?

that is until Ari has now come to a sudden realization— you’re making up excuses to keep yourself from going to bed.

it’s a complete surprise because throughout your whole relationship you’ve never done something or acted similar to this behavior before.

you’ve always been good and well behaved and the new coming bratty behavior is so new to him that he just sits there at the foot of your shared bed. staring at the top of your head sternly so you can get a hint.

although Ari’s signature daddy stare is taken with a grain of salt, rolling your eyes you whisper nightie nights to the stuffed animals as you finish pecking all their small button noses.

thinking you’ve used up all your excuses and you’ll slip under the soft quilted cover of the large bed, Ari is sadly mistaken when you deepen your pout and pour out another whiny daddy— “I don’t like this nightie, I want to change into something else.”

skipping towards your closet you change out of your two piece lace periwinkle set and into a baby blue silk nightie that ends at the curve of your ass.

Ari scoffs at you, all he can do is stand in the middle of your shared bedroom with his arms across his chest. sternly looking down upon you as you mumble another excuse to not get into bed and rest that big bratty head of yours.

“this is your third time going to the bathroom sugar plum! make it quick! once you’re done it’s time for bed,” Ari shouts as you shut the bathroom door behind you and responding with an affirmative and playful, “yes daddy,”

and it is quick, when the toilet flushes and the soapy water runs he gets up and catches your body quickly and plops you on the soft thick comforter of the large bed.

“it’s bedtime sugar plum,” your daddy perks, his taffy brown hair curtaining his freckled face as he leans closer, in order for the both you to sleep together soundly under the covers finally.

Ari smiles and reaches for the lamp at the side of the bed, so close to shutting the honeycomb light off and calling it a night— that is until he hears you grumble.

turning to face you, Ari sees not a his sleepy sugar plum but his sugar plum with a glare crossing her features. Ari takes this matter in his own hands as to why you’re in this mood. even when he’s tired to the bone himself, he’s got to know what’s wrong with his girl.

“sweetheart, come here,” he speaks, his voice like honey and his extended arms so warmly inviting. as much as you’re angry at him and the grumpy state you’re in is keeping you from opening your pouting mouth to explain the issue it makes Ari smile when you slip out of the covers and crawl into his lap.

a pout still gracing your mouth he holds your face in one of his hands, “what’s keeping you from sleeping, hm sweetheart? it’s past your bedtime, we talked about how important bedtime is,” his voice isn’t rough with exhaustion or coarse with annoyance but tender as his knuckles stroke your soft cheek.

those blue eyes curtained by soft brown lashes pour down upon you in a gentle devotion, like how the stars cover the sky just for you to enjoy them. waiting on you to speak up on what’s been bugging you and you pout at that, knowing you have to say words you don’t want to say.

so you let out a needy whine when his hands unintentionally go from rubbing your back to cupping your ass, Ari quirks his brows at you in confusion. “words sugar plum, Daddy won’t know what you need if you don’t tell him.”

it’s keeping you’re all to not shift against his blue and white striped pajama pants, his hands so warm and his arms around you making you feel so small. so small you’re slipping into that needy headspace.

a sudden moan interrupts Ari’s sleepy thoughts as you shift in his lap, your legs smooth and sweet from the lotion he rubbed on them after your honey and lavender bath.

they’re exposed at the plushness of your thighs at the account if your nightie not covering them well. greedy hands grab his pajama button down shirt in a fisted handful as you grind against his loins.

glassy cartoon eyes shine against his in a silent erotic beg, Ari raises his brow as you begin to unbutton his shirt and he takes you’re hand in his. “uh ah sugar plum, no distracting Daddy. now tell me what’s been keeping you from going to bed and make it quick before I had some spankings in the mix—”

he stops when your hand grazes his soft cock kept tucked at his inner thigh, your eyes never leaving his. plump bottom lip in between your teeth, your palm sinfully rubs at his soft length until it hardens up when your fingers rubs at the bulbous tip.

realization hitting him like a shooting star when he feels your desperate honey against his calf and smells the wetness of your needy core—

so that’s what’s keeping you from going to bed.

[megalony]

Sleep

This is a small Harry Styles blurb that I hope you will all enjoy, feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: Harry wakes up during the night and (Y/n) isn’t with him so he goes to find her.

Enjoy.

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Harry could feel sleep clawing at his mind the moment he barely woke up enough so that he could turn over onto his other side. His head sank back down into the pillow and his left arm reached out in front of him, tiredly trying to find whereabouts (Y/n) was so he could pull her into him. But when his arm simply landed on the bed rather than over (Y/n), Harry became very confused.

Opening his very tired eyes, Harry tried to adjust his vision to the darkness of the room but when he looked around the bed, he realised (Y/n) wasn't in bed with him.

Reaching his arm tiredly behind him, Harry fumbled around until he managed to turn on the lamp and push himself up into a sitting position. The bed was cold and there weren't any indents on the pillows which were still in the same place. (Y/n) hadn't been in bed with him for a while now and when Harry looked over at the clock on the side, he realised that it was three in the morning. What was she doing- where was she?

It took a lot of effort for Harry to push himself out of bed and stumble out of the room to go in search of his girlfriend. This was the first time that (Y/n) had ever stayed over at his place and he'd never stayed over at her place before. It was the first time they'd spent the night together and she wasn't asleep at three in the morning.

Harry knew there could be an innocent explanation, she could be just getting a drink or going to the toilet or needing a snack but something told him she wasn't the kind of person who got up in the night for a drink or a snack.

When he made his way downstairs he noticed that the light was on in the hall meaning she was or had been down here recently, Harry distinctly remembered he had turned all the lights off before going to bed, it was part of his routine at night.

He headed into the kitchen first since the light was on in there but he couldn't see (Y/n) or anything out of place or anything that suggested she had been in here despite the light being turned on. Spinning on his heels, Harry headed back down the hallway before heading into the lounge where he found the small lamp was on, basking the room in a low but lovely dim orange glow like the light was directly from the sun.

The tv was on and it seemed to be playing a series on Netflix but the volume was on low which made him wonder if (Y/n) was really watching it or simply had it on as background noise. When his eyes landed on (Y/n), Harry became confused. She was sitting up on the sofa with her legs crossed beneath her and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, but she had a book in her hands and a smile on her face.

How could she be wide awake at three in the morning reading a book?

Harry had been with her all day and they had been out into town for the whole day and they were up until at least half past eleven. She had to be tired, she had been awake for over eighteen hours straight by his reckoning but she didn't even look the least bit tired.

"Baby... are you okay? Why are you up this late?" His voice was thick with sleep as he rubbed at his eyes with the base of his hand to try and make it easier for him to see his girlfriend.

"Harry, go back to bed why are you up?" (Y/n) smiled over at Harry but her smile was timid and rather worried without any trace of sleeplessness or fatigue plaguing her eyes or her voice like him.

"You weren't there." Harry mumbled quietly before he moved to sit down next to her on the sofa. When he realised just how chilly the living room was, he gently pulled on the cover around (Y/n)'s shoulders until she got the hint and wrapped it around his shoulders too. He leaned his head on her shoulder, smiling tiredly when he felt (Y/n) brushing a few of his curls from his eyes when she'd put her book down beside her.

Harry curled his legs up beneath him, feeling like he could fall asleep right here and now but he knew he shouldn't.

"How are you still wide awake?" His words were spoken through a yawn and he had to close his eyes to let them rest when blinking simply made his eyes burn worse.

"I don't really sleep." (Y/n) methodically ran her fingers through Harry's hair until he picked his head up off her shoulder so he could look up at her with a frown. He remembered her saying something about having trouble sleeping but this was different. He guessed she hadn't even tried sleeping yet and she was wide awake reading a book which took a lot of concentration and she had the tv on in the background which wasn't going to help her sleep either.

"What, like, at all?" There was a joking sense to his words but when he noticed the look in (Y/n)'s eyes he started to shake his head in disbelief.

How could someone survive on little to no sleep like this? It wasn't healthy and it surely wasn't right, she had to sleep at least an hour or so at night or more. There was no way that Harry could see (Y/n) being able to survive without sleep.

"I have a sleep disorder that I'm on meds for... sometimes I sleep for five hours or so, sometimes I have an hour or so of sleep in the early morning but it's rare when I have a proper night of sleep. I can go three full nights without sleep and it doesn't really affect me much."

(Y/n) had always been like this for as long as she could remember, it was only when she was a baby that she really seemed to be able to get some proper sleep and that was years ago that she couldn't recall. Sleep was her enemy but she didn't really mind because she didn't feel the effects that other people did. It was around four or five in the morning when she normally found herself able to go to sleep for a few hours but on a few occasions she did get more sleep or once in a blue moon she got eight or more hours of sleep and they were the best nights.

No sleep didn't affect (Y/n), she just felt normal and wide awake and she didn't think telling Harry would have been a good thing because she didn't want him to worry. (Y/n) thought she could read and watch a bit of tv and sneak back into bed when she felt tired and have Harry be none the wiser about it.

For a split second, (Y/n) thought Harry was going to get up and leave her to it without saying anything like he was mad at her for not telling him. But when he turned off the lamp and turned the volume down on the tv (Y/n) bit her lip as she felt like crying. He was going to stay down here with her because he wanted to try and help her get to sleep or in the very least, give her some company.

"Come here, baby."

Harry laid out on the sofa with his head propped up on a pillow before he held his arms out for (Y/n). He smiled happily but tiredly when she snuggled into his side, leaning her cheek on his chest so she could watch the tv and hopefully let it lull her into a state of sleep soon. Harry draped the blanket over them both before he wrapped his arms around (Y/n) and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

They both knew Harry wouldn't be able to stay up any later than this because he was tired and he needed sleep more than she did, but that was okay.

And when Harry woke up in the morning and looked around to find out where he was, he smiled softly when he was faced with the sight of (Y/n) curled up between him and the sofa. Her head resting on his chest and her eyes shut as she breathed deeply, fast asleep just how she should be.

[wherethewindtakesher]

actually all qs cuz I wanna get to know u :) boink!

OF COURSE BOINK ANON!

I will be excluding the ones Ive done (:

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Wine glasses/water bottles c:

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Bubblegum! im not really a big fan of cotton candy tbh.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? for some reason, soda from plastic cups hit different 😞

7. earbuds or headphones? headphones in the winter, earbuds in the summer.

9. favorite smell in the summer? the smell of my oncoming de- the smell of flowers blooming.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? it depends, some mornings I skip breakfast all together, others i’ll have a light snack, or I just have some cereal or make an egg.

12. name of your favorite playlist? ‘Recently added’

13. lanyard or key ring? landyard so I can find my keys easily. I still lose it tho-

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? spicy or sour candies are dope a f.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? The first book I read that I actually enjoyed was twilight.

16. most comfortable position to sit in? with my legs w I d e open because I cant sit properly.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? my tan/floral converses.

18. ideal weather? cloudy, cold, and raining 😌.

19. sleeping position? on my stomach, leg raised to my abdomen while the other is in the open air, and hands underneath my pillow. the BEST.

21. obsession from childhood? picking my scabs-

22. role model? my mom and sisters.

24. favorite crystal? garnet. It’s also my birthstone! I have it as a gem for my class ring.

25. first song you remember hearing? “bidi bidi mom mom” by selena quintanilla.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? if it’s not scorching hot, go on walks.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? snuggle up in a blanket and watch movies.

28. five songs to describe you? ‘humble’ kendrick lamar, ‘cry baby’ melanie martinez, ‘stupid’ ashnikko, ‘paparazzi’ lady gaga, ‘or nah’ ty dollar $ign.

29. best way to bond with you? send me M E M E S-

30. places that you find sacred? my bed.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? ripped jeans, boots, a crop top, and a jacket.

33. most used phrase in your phone? fuck.

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? that empire carpet wash commercial.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? DAT BOI.

37. suitcase or duffel bag? duffel bag.

38. lemonade or tea? how about both of them combined 😉.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? I hate pie 🙊

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? someone brought a gun and it fell out of their backpack during 2nd period.

41. last person you texted? @caws5749

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? pants pockets. BUT THE DEEP ONES NOT THOSE SMALL FUCKING ONES.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? hoodies or a bomber jacket.

44. favorite scent for soap? Lavender.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? superhero!

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? naked-

47. favorite type of cheese? queso fresco.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? mango.

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “im a bad bitch you cant kill me”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? anytime my friends and I joke around.

51. current stresses? school, personal issues, and my NEW JOB THATS RIGHT YALL YO GIRL EMPLOYED.

52. favorite font? calibri.

53. what is the current state of your hands? kinda rough but smooth.

54. what did you learn from your first job? that people fucking suck.

55. favorite fairy tale? little red riding hood.

56. favorite tradition? eating tamales during christmas time.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? that im not perfect, my flaws are just as beautiful as my perfections, and that im just ug-

58. four talents you’re proud of having? im not talented aT ALL. uh...

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? ‘let’s fuck ‘em up’

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? sasuke from naruto or mey-rin from kuroshitsuji.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? “see you in a minute”

62. seven characters you relate to? natasha, cristina yang, dexter, ford, thor, scott lang, and tony.

63. five songs that would play in your club? ‘bodak yellow’, ‘man of the year’, ‘rockstar’, ‘bickenhead’, ‘slumber party’.

64. favorite website from your childhood? I forgot the name but it was that educational site with the orange robot and human.

65. any permanent scars? my entire body is riddled in scars no joke.

66. favorite flower(s)? hibiscus and roses.

67. good luck charms? my dog’s name tag.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? onions-

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? that cracking your joints won't give you arthritis.

70. left or right handed? im mixed handed but I do the majority of stuff with my right.

71. least favorite pattern? plaid.

72. worst subject? MATH FJSKSJKFSJS I HATE IT.

73. favorite weird flavor combo? have yall tried chocolate milk with chicken nuggets-

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 8-9 because I tend to fight back and not admit there is something wrong going on 😬.

75. when did you lose your first tooth? 2nd grade I believe.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? for some reason my love of tater tots has come back.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? uh cacti?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? coffee from a gas station cus im not trying to die-

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? oh man, I look like shit in both of them. School id.

80. earth tones or jewel tones? earth tones!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? ive never seen either 😔.

82. pc or console? i’ve own consoles for most of my life.

83. writing or drawing? writing. I cant draw very well.

84. podcasts or talk radio? podcasts! I listen to ‘last podcast on the left’.

84. barbie or polly pocket? barbies! did anyone make their barbies have sex or was it just me-?

85. fairy tales or mythology? mythology. yall don't know this but I have fallen into the greek mythology rabbit hole-

86. cookies or cupcakes? I fuck heavy with cupcakes TILL THIS DAY.

87. your greatest fear? to see those I love die.

88. your greatest wish? to be happy.

89. who would you put before everyone else? myself.

90. luckiest mistake? guessing on a question and getting it right 😎.

91. boxes or bags? i’ll go with boxes. it makes everything easier to stack and organize.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? fairy lights are so pretty.

93. nicknames? clown by @caws5749, bottom by @domromanoff, and variations of my real name.

94. favorite season? fall/winter TIMEEEEE.

95. favorite app on your phone? mario kart. if anyone wants to be friends give me your friend code-

96. desktop background? it’s black with a colorful smoke cloud exploding.

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? mine and my oldest sister’s because she has had that same number since I was in the WOMB.

98. favorite historical era? I would say the WWII era since ive studied more about it than any other era.

UPDATE; this would've been done last night but my screen decided to just crash and not save anything I had done and my girl sent my ass to bed so I couldn't finish it but here ya go boink!

[gokailyger84]

polyflapbomb, who gets the warm side of the bed?

“Bri/an. What are you doing?”

Bri/an looked up from his position lying on the bed, reading a book. He looked at Dan with a confused expression.

“Um, reading?” He answered.

Dan crossed his arms, frowning barely moving as Arin brushed by him to get to the dresser.

“I can see that. I meant why are you lying there? If’s freezing outside.”

Bri/an laid his book onto his stomach, completely at a loss to what Dan was talking about.

“Danny. It’s 40 degrees outside.”

“Yeah. Freezing.” Dan said pointedly.

“For California at least.” Arin said, having pulled out his pajamas from a drawer.

Bri/an looked from Arin back to Dan.

“That still doesn’t explain what you’re saying, Danny. Do you think you could try and make a little sense for me?”

“He’s saying you’re sleeping on the warm side of the bed, Bri.” Suzy said, slipping on her night shirt.

“The warm side of the bed?” Bri/an asked.

Dan rolled his eyes, walking over to Bri/an and pushing him over to the center of the bed. Bri/an grunted in annoyance as he moved over and Dan took the now vacant spot.

“It’s furthest away from the window and seems to absorb yours and Arin’s body heat.”

Suzy climbed onto the bed and snuggled up to Bri/an’s side. Arin scooted in close behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Bri/an closed his book and reached over Dan, placing it on the nightstand.

“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard.” He said, settling back down and draping an arm around Dan’s shoulder, pulling him close.

Dan snuggled in closer, resting his head on Bri/an’s chest.

“Well, as ridiculous it may be, it still doesn’t change the fact that it’s warmer over here.”

“You could just sleep between me and Arin if you’re that cold.” Bri/an said, reaching down to pull the comforter over them.

“Yeah, no. Being between you two is too warm. Even for me.” Dan said, reaching over and turning off the lamp.

“He’s right.” Suzy said. “I’m sure in a few hours, I’ll have to switch with Arin.”

“But for now you’re good?” Arin asked.

Suzy nodded.

“Yeah. To be honest, sleeping between the two of you is really nice and comforting. Like a security blanket.”

“Gee, thanks.” Bri/an said dryly. “Glad to know I bring something to this relationship.”

Dan giggled, tangling his legs with Bri/an’s.

“I like to think of you as more of a nice soft teddy bear.”

“Even better.” Bri/an muttered. Sarcasm dripping from his tone.

Suzy leaned up and kissed his cheek, as Arin reached a hand over, combing it through his short hair.

“You know we love you.” Arin said, his eyes slipping shut.

“The only saving grace, I guess.”

“You can be such a drama queen.” Dan said.

“All the more reason for you three to worship me.”

“Oh my god! Bri/an go to sleep!” Suzy said with a laugh.

Bri/an smiled.

“Alright, only because you asked nicely.” He leaned down, kissing her on the forehead.

He then looked down at Dan.

“Enjoy your patch of mattress that somehow stores body heat in a completely makes all the sense in the world way.”

Dan reached up a hand and playfully poked Bri/an’s cheek.

“Dammit, Bri/an. Go to sleep.”

“Ow. Okay okay, god you and those bony ass fingers.”

Dan snorted.

“You never complain when I’m using them.”

Bri/an’s mouth snapped shut as he blushed, glad the lights were off.

“Whatever.  Night guys.”

The others wished him a goodnight as he settled back down.

“A warmer side, pfft.”

“Bri/an.”  Arin said, a clear warning in his tone.

“I’m sleeping, I’m sleeping.”

[little-owly]

boi oh boi this was a T R E A T to write >:3c tell me what y'all think!! -- Marvin hurried Chase, Anti, and Jac//kieb//oy Man into his personal office. A toothy smile plastered across his face -- excitement filling him as he gathered his wand and cape from his desk. It had taken Marvin nearly 3 weeks to perfect the spell he was casting today. Repeating the mantra over and over to himself during his practices -- practically crying with relief when he finally got the words right. Now, he just needed a test audience. Which is where his three friends (and fellow egos) came in. As Marvin closed the blinds, Chase spoke up. His voice concerned and worried. "Marv? Bud? I don't really know about you moving onto spells and shit. Can't you just..." he trailed off, "stick with illusions?" "...what?" "He means we're worried about you messing around with something you don't know /how/ to control." Jac//kieb//oy Man added. He pulled his red hoodie down and blue mask off, a serious expression staring Marvin down, "you don't think about what you're conjuring up to help you do these weird little spells?" "Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Marvin sighed, "this isn't even something huge like 'make me fly' or 'make them fall in love with me'!" Marvin retorted, anger rising in him. How could they not support his new tricks? How could they say such judgmental things about his act? "They're right and you know it," Anti chuckled, "you could call up some bad voodoo shit. Or do some weird irreversible spell." "Oh Christ, even you?!" Marvin laughed -- hand running through his own green bangs, "wow. Even the walking evil demon...person...glitch thingy?" Anti rolled his eyes and turned back to the other two, who had taken their seats at the couch in front of Marvin's makeshift 'stage' (his desk, with a hastily thrown red tablecloth draped over it.) "Hey. I tried to tell 'im too. Whatever happens is his fault." Marvin bit back the snicker as the three looked on. Thankful for his stubborn attitude. Oh, he'll show them. He'll show them just how amazing he is as a spell caster /and/ a magician! He coughed and turned his back to them, putting on his trademark cat mask before turning on his desk lamp for dramatic effect. Marvin's red and black cape swishing loudly as he faced his small crowd. "Good evening, all you beautiful people." He grinned. Chase and Jac//kieb//oy Man clapping as Anti booed. Typical Anti. "Ah, I hear we have some non-believers in the crowd." He posed dramatically as he pulled his wand from thin air, "never a problem with me -- Mar//vin the Ma//gni//ficent! The man who can turn the most harden skeptic into a true believer." Chase leaned over and whispered into Jac//kieb//oy Man's ear. Anti on their left side watching Marvin with a bored expression, "what spell is he even doin'?" Jac//kieb//oy Man answered him with a slow shrug. Both at a loss for what Marvin had planned up his sleeves. "Well, whatever it is -- I'm not saving 'im." Anti interrupted. His hand closing around his mouth as he yelled, "hey! Hoodini! I paid for a magic show, not a two hour long monologue!" Marvin huffed, "Anti, you didn't pay at all." *** And so, Marvin got on with it. Preparing the three with a few classic illusions. He started with the standard 'pulling a (plushie) rabbit from a top hat', moved onto a few quick disappearing acts, and ended with a mirror trick -- one that actually got a gasp out of Anti! A new achievement! "My dearest friends, I believe we end this night of dazzling tricks with one that will leave you breathless," Marvin smirked, grabbing the old spell book from behind his desk, "have you ever worried about aging? The once youthful and beautiful body and face you had, being lost to time itself?" Chase and Jac//kieb//oy Man exchanged worried looks. "My dearest friends -- I have pondered this question over and over. Finally willing myself to just see how exactly I'll be when I'm older. Will I be the grouchy old man down the street? Or the sweet old man staring out the window of some nursery home?" he smiled. "Marvin--" "I need absolute silence, please." Marvin stared down the worried Chase. Opening to the marked page to get one last quick look at the spell, Marvin stood before the three with arms and legs stretched out. "Now, will anyone give me an age over 50?" "56!" Anti shouted out. Chase and Jac//kieb//oy Man giving him a look that screamed 'you're not helping'. Marvin nodded his head, smile as wide as a mile. Stomach fluttering as he readied himself. All those late nights -- willing himself to get this right -- finally leading to this moment. It's showtime. The ancient foreign words spilt from Marvin's lips. Echoing around the office, the desk lamp flickering, the plushie rabbit from the last few tricks falling to the ground as the spell worked it's magic. Green and gold smoke appearing in a flash before the three. The room shaking with whatever power Marvin has unleashed. "Fuck--" Chase held back on his curse as the smoke settled. Marvin slumped to his knees on the floor. Breathing heavily as he shivered. No. Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong. "Marvin?! Marvin!" Ja//ckieb//oy Man stood first, rushing over to the injured (?) magician. Chase joining him as Anti sat still. Unimpressed. "Marvin? Jesus, I knew we shouldn't have--" Marvin's blue eyes met Chase's. Tears rushing down his face as he winced. A quiet childlike voice breaking the worried silence. "D-Da...da?" "...what? Marvin--" He turned to Jac//kieb//oy Man. Crying even harder. "Papa...?" The two shared confused looks. Dada? Papa? Where had that come from? And what was with his soft voice? The two let go of Marvin as he crawled over to the forgotten plushie rabbit. Grabbing it's soft fur ear and crying harder. Outright sobbing like a...well... "I thought this was suppose to make you older, not a baby." Anti scoffed, "you fuckin' /suck/ at this." "Anti!" Chase yelled, "can you just shut up for a few seconds?!" The loud yelling and insults set Marvin off more. Sobbing harder as his face turned red. Holding out his hands in a grabbing motion towards Jac//kieb//oy Man. "What the fuck is going on," he sighed. Picking up the other man and going over to the forgotten book. Hoping to get to the bottom of whatever was going on with Marvin. "Marvin," Anti hissed in disgust, "don't chew on that toy's ear, who knows where it's been." *** Marvin babbled loudly as Chase held him. Calming him down by (ridiculously) shaking his car keys in front of him. Marvin responding with giddy giggles and quiet coos. Uncoordinated hands trying to catch the keys. "Chase, Anti! I think I figured out what happened!" The two followed behind the desk with Jac//kieb//oy Man. Chase leaving Marvin on the floor with his plushie rabbit -- who was currently being snuggled by Marvin. "Look," Jac//kieb//oy Man pointed towards a warning above the aged paper, hidden by the sticky note marker Marvin had used. "'Should you mix up the last two words, trouble you will seek. Instead you'll be aged back to six months, your mind young and meek. Do not worry about being this young forever, these effects only last for up to a week. This spell is for the strong and smart, not dumb and weak.'" Jac//kieb//oy Man read aloud. As if on cue, Marvin babbled and nibbled on his own fingers again. Cooing as he hugged the plushie rabbit tighter. "Jesus," Chase sighed, "he's...really only six months? Like, up here?" he points to his head. Anti crossing his arms. "Serves him right," Anti laughed, "guess no more shows or spells for a while." "Wait. Six months." Jac//kieb//oy Man looked to the two, "that means he's not potty trained anymore, right?" "Oh fuck." Anti groaned, annoyed. Of course Marvin had to suck them all into this nightmare of a situation. Not only did they have to deal with a dumbed down Marvin, but change him as well? The three argued as Marvin stopped suckling on his fingers. Looking down at his black tux pants. Wet warmth cascading down his legs and under his butt. Bottom lip wobbly as he continued to wet himself -- crying loud enough to get their attention. Anti being the first to look over and see the ever growing puddle. Glitching out more and more as he grew more angry. "Damn it!" Anti yelled, "I'm getting the doc and explaining this bullshit. You two...do /something/." *** "What the hell did you four get yourselves into." Dr. Sch//neeple//stein sighed. Bringing the three into his office as Marvin laid on the examination table. Soft fluffy diaper secured around his waist. Sleeping soundly in a loose shirt and cuddling his rabbit from before. "Oh God," Jac//kieb//oy Man looked away. Anti laughing loudly in the hall, the mere sight of Marvin padded up too much for him to take seriously. Poor Chase -- worried as ever -- walked in with ease. Hands clasped together as the doctor took a seat. "Well, nothing physically wrong with him other than the temporary incontinence." "It's just--" "Yes, I know. A week. Anti caught me up to speed on the whole affair." The doctor sighed, "best course of action would be to just, well, take care of him until next Monday." Chase nodded, "of course. Is...is there anyway we can have access to the medical diapers you have?" The doctor nodded, signing off bits of paper work and gathering the supplies for the three. "We?!" Anti asked from the hall, "who said I'm--" "Now. Is. Not. The. Fuckin'. Time. Anti." Chase hissed. *** "Took a while to find some more, but here we go. A few days worth of diapers, wipes, powder, and an adult pacifier." "Why do you have that?" Jac//kieb//oy Man asked, holding Marvin in his arms. A soft and warm red blanket from Chase's office wrapped around him. "Helps some patients stop snoring," the doctor yawned, "guys -- it's 9:30, you should all be getting home." "You're right -- thank you so much, Doc. You're a life saver." The doctor waved them off as he locked up his office for the night. Wondering how well the three would do with the mentally younger Marvin. He could hear them arguing again from his car. Yeah, Dr. Sch//neeple//stein gave it about a day or two before disaster happened. *** Marvin happily suckled on the small bottle of milk as Chase held him. The three of them sleeping over at his apartment until this whole situation was under control. Anti, however, snored loudly in the guest room. Doing nothing to help other than (harshly) throwing the plushie rabbit in Marvin's face the minute they piled into Chase's car. Making Marvin cry his heart out for nearly an hour. "Can he be any more annoying?" Jac//kieb//oy Man sighed, "Schneep said those adult binkies help people stop snoring -- can we convince him to get Anti one. Before I throw myself off your balcony?" Chase nodded. Tired and on the brink of sleep. "Let's focus on one baby at a time." He replied. Getting up to settle Marvin down for the night. Exhausted -- yet a small part of him glad to be taking care of someone again. Almost feeling a sense of belonging he hadn't felt since Stacey took the kids. Something swelling inside him, warming his body with affection. He tucked in Marvin before scooting under the heavy blanket himself. His bedroom dimmed down just for Marvin. He hesitated before pressing a soft kiss to Marvin's temple. "Sweet dreams, Marv. We'll take good care of ya."

[taichoushadow]

Bts reacts to you comforting them

A/N: Gosh that sounds so cute though hahaha. I think everyone would immediately feel better once they felt something rubbing on their cheek. I would totally laugh out of cuteness. I’m not really known with the measurement inches so I wouldn’t really know how tall you are but I assume you’re not that tall if you say so :p. Anyways I hope this is something you had in mind and enjoy reading. and thank you for liking my blog. I’m doing my best to keep it that way plus that I enjoy writing eventhough I need some more practice.

Thank you for requesting! Stay healthy!

Seokjin 

The chatter immediately filled the air as you opened the door to the dressing room of the boys. Seokjin had texted you if you wanted to come and of course you had replied with an excited yes with lots of smiley and kissy faces and jumped in your car heading to the venue. 

Your eyes roamed around the room but you could not find the person you were looking for. Closing the door behind you, you walked over to Taehyung who was playing some games on his phone and asked him where Jin was. He answered you that he was standing in the corner behind the rack of clothes. Raising an eyebrow in confusion you made your way over to him and pushed the rack aside and saw him staring at his shoes, nervously fumbling with the hem of his shirt. Once he noticed he wasn’t ‘hidden’ anymore, he looked up. The sudden hug you got yanked in startled you a bit, but quickly composed yourself and returned the embrace. 

Seokjin spilled everything that was bothering him, tightening his hold on you. ‘’Seokjin look at me.’’ you whispered, lifting your head to look at him. Just as you could see his face clearly, you tucked him down with one hand holding his neck and pushed your cheek against his and began to rub. At first he would look baffled but soon after a loud laugh could be heard through the room. Satisfied with the outcome you pulled back but he pushed you back asking you to continue with the nuzzle.

‘‘Now, please continue with what you were doing.’‘

Yoongi

Yoongi is a perfect example of the words: a hard shell but a soft core.

You were casually sitting in the kitchen, sipping on some tea, flipping through the pages in the paper infront of you while waiting for Yoongi to come home. Taking a quick glance at the clock standing on the shelf, you quickly shot up from the chair and shuffeled towards the hall to greet your boyfriend with a smile but your smile fell once you saw the blonde man entering the house. He looked exhausted. His hair was ruffled, his lips were red and his eyes looked down and dispirited. The sight made your heart clench and before Yoongi could even utter some word you already pulled him down, burying his head against your chest, your hands rubbing circles in his back as you whispered soothing words in his hair. His hands slid against your waist and ended up on your back

Once you felt he calmed down a bit,you slowly pulled him from your chest until your noses were touching. Your hands shot to his hair, ruffling it some omore while rubbing your nose against him. A chuckle slipped from his lips, as his eyes looked deepy into yours. The tired look was still there but a new emotion filled his charming orbs and his lips were curled in a small smile. It wasn’t a big one but it was enough. The affection and love you felt for and from this rare man was so immense that you would do everything, everything just to see him comfortable, relaxed and happy.

‘‘God I don’t know what I would do without you.’’

Hoseok

Gosh, this boy worried you to no end. He wouldn’t want to see anyone that he felt stressed or sad or any negative emotion in that matter but it’s you were talking about. The one who completed his heart.

The sudden weight on your lap got you distracted from the book you were reading and when your eyes moved away from the words, they focussed on the man laying beneath you. Putting your handbook away,your hands landed in his hair, softly massaging his scalp. ‘’what’s wrong?’’ you would ask him after his deep sigh. ‘’Im so tired.’’ Hoseok replied, his eyes closing from the feeling your hands made. Nodding your head in understanding, your hands left his hair and traveled down to his shoulder, gently guiding him to lay sideways so his eyes, faced your tummy. Hoseok snuggled closer, hiding his face against your tummy, his hands holding your waist carefully. 

“You don’t always have to smile Hoseok. They’ll understand if you can’t. You’re only human afterall. I mean I personally would it find a bit creepy if someone only smiles and laughs, not showing any other human emotion.’‘ you chuckled, caressing his neck while you talked. ‘‘But I understand you want to be their hope, to be their light. In here with me, between these four walls, know that you can cry and scream if you need it, okay? I want you to know that you can lean on me.’‘ you finished, looking down at the emotional drained man. ‘‘It’s okay sweety. It’s okay. I will catch you.’‘ The muffled sobs got louder when you pulled him away from your shirt. Dipping down you kissed away his tears while your fingers pushed his hair out of his face. When Hoseok calmed down and his sobs tunrned into hiccups, you sat back up, smiling down at him. His glinstening eyes focused on yours, the sight melting your heart. Dipping down once again, you rubbed your nose against his, laughing as he chuckled too.

‘‘Better?’‘ you beamed.

‘‘Better’‘ He replied smiling, shifting his weight, his lips touching yours.

Namjoon

This leader had a way with words, always making you feel better and the times when the roles were switched you did not hesitate to soothe his worries.

He was working on lyrics, his back hunched over the once blank paper now graced with inkt. The lamp standing on the corner of the desk, illuminated the room in a warm and calming light as the sound of scribbiling disturbed the silent night. 

You were leaning against the door post, arms crossed over your chest, watching him writing, watching him throwing the pen on the desk, the paper feeling his frustration as it ended up crumbled on the ground. The way his head fell in his hands and the deep groan that slipped past his lips told you he was irritated. 

Deciding to end his suffering, you silently walked over him. Once you were standing behind him, you glided your hands over his shoulders, down the papers on the desk to shove it away out of his sight. Namjoon’s head instantly shot up when he felt your presence behind him, his eyes following the movement of your hands. 

‘‘You know, most humans are sleeping right now to let their body’s and mind rest. You can see it as a thank you for keeping you healthy.’‘ you spoke, your hands now wandering back to his chest and keeping it there. Your head was buried in the crook between his shoulders and neck. Hearing him sigh deeply, you felt him leaning back in the chair, the back of his head now touching your chest. 

‘‘I know baby but those lyrics doesn’t write itself.’‘ He answered you, going against your words. ‘‘I know they don’t but don’t you think that if you’re sleep deprived that it is harder to come up with words. We all know you’re good with words but if you are well rested you can come up with something so magical, something so taking, something so heartwarming. You don’t have to work all night long. Army doesn’t want you to work all night long. Army wants to see you healthy and happy and if they know you’re siting here, pulling your hair out at 3 a.m. Oh boy they wouldn’t happy at all.’’ 

‘‘you’re right. I’m sorry.’‘ He looked up at you as you peeked down at him. ‘‘Now come to bed.’‘ grabbing his hand, you pulled him off the chair, dragged him to the bedroom and tucked him under the warm blankets. 

Jimin

Our (not) innocent charming boy needs someone to tell him it is going to be allright and who could do it better than his own s/o.

It was awfully quiet in your apartment. Most of the times when you got home from work (or school) you could always hear where Jimin was sitting but now you weren’t sure if he even was there. 

Throwing the keys on the cabinet, after you’d taken off your shoes you called his name, making your presence known. Not getting any response you bit your lip in worry. Something was not right and so you tip-toed over to the bedroom across the hall. You softly knocked on the door, opened it slighty and peeked in the room. The sight that you found, his stiffled sobs made your heart bleed. The thought that he didn’t want you to hear him crying was so immense hurtful that tears sprung in your own eyes. Shaking your head, you quickly swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, shuffeled towards the bed and laid down behind him. 

With one arm draped over him, your chin resting on his head, you had pulled him closer to your chest as the other arm slid under his neck, using your arm as a pillow for him. His silent sobs instantly stopped when he felt the bed dip down under your weight.

‘‘Please Jimin. Don’t feel embarassed. It’s okay. Crying is okay. It’s good for you too. did you know that?’‘ you whispered. ‘‘It’s like cleaning your soul, emptying your heart with all those junk you don’t have to carry with you. Please don’t hide your feelings. I’m not only there for you in the sunny days. I’m here for you in the foggy days, in the rainy days and the stormy days. You know why I like rainy days so much?’‘ you stopped talking for a minute and could feel the shake of his head, so you continued. ‘‘The earthy scent after rain, smells refreshing right? It’s like the universe are telling us that we need to release our worries, so we can feel refreshed again, feel relieved. The rain that feeds the plants so they can grow taller and beautiful. Don’t ever ever think that crying is a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of strength because I think that showing your emotions is the strongest thing a human can do. Understood?’‘ you finished.

‘‘Understood.’‘ he replied in his soft voice, still a bit shaky from crying. 

‘‘Good, now turn around so we can cuddle’‘ you giggled, sliding down your arm from his neck while he turned around to face you. Wiping away his last tears, you showered his face in little pecks which made him shriek out in delight, trying to push you away but you did not butch. 

‘‘No Jimin, You can’t escape my kisses now’‘ you laughed fake-evilly

He looked at you with so much adoration and love, trying to understand how he got so lucky.

Taehyung

Oh no, another one who tries to smile throughout the pain. It’s heartbreaking really. Why do people do that? 

Seeing Taehyung cry openly infront of you, you knew there was something completely wrong. It got you so of guard that you at first just stood there, watching how the tears roll over his cheeks, how they kissed his lips in sorrow. But the moment his broken voice called out to you, you snapped back to reality and held him in your arms. 

You were speechless, unable to form those comforting needed words. You just stood there, holding him tightly while your eyes looked out of the window, focusing on the bright moon hanging in the night sky and suddenly you got it. 

‘‘Taehyung? Do you think it’s okay to go outside? Are you comfortable with going outside?’‘ You knew it was weird to say something like that in this kind of situation but this was certainly going to make him feel better, so much better. Taehyung leaned back, his face no longer buried in your shirt as he looked at you and finally nodded what to you seemed like eternity. 

‘‘Great! You can trust me Tae.’‘ Intertwining your fingers, you guided him out of the house and walked to your favourite spot. The pure scent of the night seemed to do Taehyung good as he already had calmed down abit. After a short walk you stopped infront of the swings, motioning Taehyung to sit. He at first, shot you a weird look but did what you told him to. Quickly jogging to stand behind him, you began to push making him go higher and higher up in the air and once you thought he was high enough, you walked back, hoping to see his face filled with joy and boy the sight that you saw caused your heart to pump faster. 

The way his face was titled to the sky, the way the wind played with his hair and especially his smile that graced his face so beautifully that your breath got caught in your throat for a minute The moon casted an angelic glow around him and you just looked at him with a big smile on your face. Seeing him so care-free and free from tears and worries for awhile warmed your heart. 

Taehyung tackled you to the ground after his feet touched the sand and kissed you. ‘’Woa Taehyung!’’ you laughed heartly when he pulled back but still hovered above you. ‘’Thank you y/n. Thank you so much. I didn’t know I needed this but I’m glad you brought me here. I feel so alive again. You did not even have to say anything. you just know how to comfort me. I love you.’’

‘‘I love you too Tae.’‘ You confessed, lifting your head up a little so you could give him your eskimo kiss.

Jungkook

Standing in the kitchen, you were busy cooking dinner for Kookie and you. He was about to get home and you wanted that he could dive in the food you made since he would be hungry after practicing all day long. 

Just as you were about to set the food on the table, you suddenly felt two arms around your waist and someone breathing down your neck. Gosh this boy really. Always sneaking up on you. Scoffing, you wanted to turn around but he quickly tightened his hold on you making it impossible for you to turn.

‘‘Uhm Jungkook... is something wrong?’‘ you asked him worried, clasping your hands around his. You got no answer, alarm bells instantly going off. ‘‘Jungkook please... what’s going on? Are you tired is that it?’’ You asked once again still facing the kitchen tiles, already knowing it wasn’t just tiredness 

 ‘’Just... just let’s stay like this for awhile okay?’’ He finally said something although you could detect some pain in his voice you did not aks him further. ‘’If that’s what you want.’’ you hummed. You knew him well enough not to ask to many questions in this situation. He prefered the physical comfort more since he wouldn’t have to say anything and just bask in your presence but he knew that you were going to ask questions later and he was okay with that but for know he just needed to feel your warmth. 

‘‘This is all very nice and all but.. Can I see you? I want to see my lovely boyfriend.’‘ you spoke up after a while.

Chuckling, he turned you around, your back leaning against the kitchen counter as you finally could see his face. The look in his eyes told you everything. Shooting him a tiny smile, your hands circled around his neck.

‘‘Kooks?’‘

He hummed, smiling down at you. ‘’Can you like, bend down a bit?’’ you told him more than asking. ‘’Why?’’

‘‘Because I want to do something but you’re too tall.’‘ you whined, sending some pressure to his neck. ‘’Fine.’’ Jungkook laughed and bend down now facing you at the same height. Before he could you ask why again, you were already rubbing his cheek with yours, your hands still holding onto his neck tightly so he couldn’t break away so easily. 

‘‘Gosh y/n!’‘ His delightful laugh hugged your heart and a laugh escaped your lips aswell. ‘‘No Kooks, no. Let me!’‘ you jokinly wailed when you felt he wanted to break away. ‘‘But the food is getting cold!’‘ 

‘‘Oh shit!’‘ you totally forgot about the food. Pushing him away, you snatched the pans from the stove and jogged to the table. ‘‘Don’t think you get off so easily though!’‘ you giggled back at him. 

[firefistlaw]

Could you do a scenario of what it would be like if law’s s/o and eustass’s s/o was an amazing chef and they love their s/o cooking and their s/o would tease them and use food a black mail “Cuddle with me” “not right now im busy” “alright then ,I guess I’m not make cake tonight” “come here *cuddles*” requested by briannabrown4878

A/N: I hope you like itttt

Law:

You loved to cook. It didn’t matter which kind of dish it was, you simply loved the sight of it and the smile it brought to the faces of your loved ones, when they tasted it. With loved ones, you especially meant your boyfriend Trafalgar Law.

The two of you were together for quite some time now and even though you knew each other very well, there still were a few secrets that were… well… secret. Your love for cooking for example, or better said, your talent for cooking. It never came up in a conversation and you guessed, it wasn’t really important anyways, so why bother telling? And that’s what you did. You never mentioned anything about it, besides that one time.

“And who’s gonna cook for us now?”, Bepo had whined. “We will starve now, right? Either starve or get poisoned!”, he had cried again and flung himself into penguins arms.

Said man had almost lost his balance due to the weight of his crewmate, but caught himself before his face had met the floor. “Calm down, Bepo! Maybe Captain will cook for us?”, he suggested, not really sure about it himself.

“What’s going on, guys?”, you had interrupted the conversation, too curious to stand in the corner any longer.

“Oh, Y/N!”, the bear had screeched and switched from penguins arms into yours. “Dwe dchef dcook is dwick and- and-..”

Confused you had looked over to penguin, your left eyebrow raising shortly after. “What exactly…?”

“The chef has caught a cold and Captain told him he needs to stay in bed and not touch anything in the kitchen- and not touch anything related to you- unless he gets better. ”, he had explained and you let out a quiet sigh. “I mean, we have enough food for a few days left, but we have no one who can really cook them.

I mean, we could try something… but we’ll probably poisen the whole crew afterwards and just die horribly… or we starve to death… horribly.”, he had ended and you felt bepo wailing harder in your arms.

“Relax guys, no one will die. I can cook!”, you had said, letting go of bepo and walked into the kitchen. “Don’t worry, I got you!”

And that’s how it all started. You tried your best to be at the same level as the chef and to be honest, it worked. Everyone loved the dishes you had put down on the table that day, even if it was just something simple, they loved it. It had warmed your heart after you saw that nothing was left and everyone had a satisfied smile on their face.

You couldn’t help but notice that Law had eaten most of it, though. Even the next day you saw your boyfriend eat bowl after bowl and not helping yourself, you started to giggle. He really did like your food, a fact that made you smirk. You could use that information very well.

That evening, after almost everyone went to bed, you quietly walked into Law’s room. All the lights were off, the only source of light the little lamp by his desk, where he sat, a book in his hands and a frown on his face. He did not react to you sneaking in and for a second you thought that, maybe, he might have not heard you.

As quietly as possible you walked over to where he was seated, but before you could reach him, he had stopped you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You almost slipped, a grip on the shelf next to you, your lifesaver. “God, you scared me.”, you whined, the heart in your chest beating fast.

“You were the one who sneaked into the room.”, without bothering to look up, he changed the page on the book. “Why are you still awake? You need to get at least 8 hours of sleep.”

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him the same, but decided against it. Instead, you walked up to him and slung your arms around his neck. “I want to cuddle.”

“Not now, I will cuddle with you after I’m done with this book.”, he said, not really bothering to wait for your answer, just simply deciding this one.

“Hm, is that so?”, you smirked against his neck. “You know, I actually wanted to make pasta tomorrow… the one you really like, but I don’t think I will… I don’t feel very good.”, you sigh dramatically and loosen your grip on your boyfriend, but a hand on your arm stops you.

“Well, actually, I think I wouldn’t mind you sitting on my lap while I read this book.”, he said. You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing and walk around the chair he is sitting on, taking a seat on his lap and snuggle your face into the crook of his neck.

Instantly you feel your heart beat faster again and welcome the comfortable warmth that comes from Law’s body. For a few minutes the both of you don’t move, his hands and his head the only things that occasionally move to change the page and to slowly snuggle closer to you.

“Law..”, you mumble sleepily, eyes closed.

“Hm?”, he whispers back. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I want a kiss.”, you whisper back and open your eyes a bit, looking up to his own, only to find them already looking at you.

He hesitates for a few seconds and you think he will decline, so you do the only thing that comes into your mind. “You know, the pudding that I made today…the one you really loved…I think I can do it tomorrow too, but I might need some encouragement, otherwise, I might forget the recipe.”, you bite your lip and look at him, trying your best to look sad.

“I know exactly what you’re doing.”, he whispers, a bit annoyed and a bit amused. “I think you have forgotten who you’re playing with.”

Smiling you look around in the room. “Hm? Sorry, what was that?” He smirks and before either of you can say something, his lips are already pressed against you own. It’s only a short kiss, but still long enough to take your breath away.

“So,”, he whispers against your lips, eyes half closed. “Pudding then?”

Kid:

Eustass Kid was not someone to play with. That was something everyone knew. You knew that from the first moment and you will probably remember it until your last moment. That red haired idiot was intense, reckless and most of the time angry.

He was a handful, always did things on his own and made you and your crewmates worry about him 24/7. You couldn’t control him, no one really could, and even though he was your captain and your lover, he frustrated you to no end.

“Kid, wait, that makes no sense!”, you had yelled after him, Killer standing right next to you.

“It doesn’t need to make sense, it just needs to work.”, he yelled back from the other side of the room. “They were annoying me; so we will destroy their home. It’s simple.”

You had rolled your eyes, watching the redhead walk towards the door, the masked man following him silently, both of them ready to leave the ship, ready to visit the amateur pirates that had decided to annoy your partner. Honestly, how stupid could they be?

“Seems like I’m not going to cook today, then.”, you had whispered, mostly to yourself, and raised your eyebrows surprised when the two man stopped walking and turned around.

“You’re right.”, the captain spoke again. “It makes no sense, we will just visit, steal some stuff, break a few things and come back to the ship… with dinner… on the ship.”

Confused you raised your hands in the air. “Ugh, you confuse me so much!”, still happy that you somehow got your will though.

And that’s how it really started. You found out that every time you mentioned food, or better said, the food you were making, Eustass kid, the angry, reckless and troublesome Eustass Kid, turned quiet. You had him completely wrapped around your finger, not only him, but the whole crew. The first time you had helped in the kitchen, everyone had complimented the food and even though you knew, you were an alright cook, you never knew it was THAT good. But who are you to complain, right?

Day after day you would blackmail your loved captain with food, always making sure to stay subtle about it. He never noticed anything, or if he did, he ignored it.

You searched for him, a plan already forming in your head and after a few questions to Killer, you found him in his room, talking to one of your crewmates. You stood by the door for a few seconds, not sure if you should come in or stay hidden, but after a while you walked inside.

“Understood?”

“Yes, captain!”, and then he walked out, sending you a friendly smile, which you returned happily.

“Hey,”, you greeted the red haired man. “Are you busy?”

“No.”, he answered and briefly checked you out. “At least not for you.”

“You know,” Smiling you walked up to him and stopped right in front of him, trying your best to look innocent. “I really need some new clothes, all of my old ones got destroyed by fights,”, you blinked twice. “or by you.”

“You can buy some as soon as we go on land.. which is in about 2 days. ”, he mumbled, a strong grip on your hips holding you close to him.

“But, there’s this island I saw a few hours ago. If we just change the route a little bit, we can-”

“Absolutely not.”, he let go of you and walked towards his desk, searching for something. “We will definitely not change the route. It will cost us too much time, it doesn’t matter how much clothes you need.”

A sigh left your lips, you knew this was coming. “Alright then. I guess I can’t change it.”, you pouted, but smiled shortly after and went for it. “It’s just so sad, because there’s food missing in the kitchen and I don’t think it will last for two days. At least not for that one bowl of soup you like so much.”

You looked at the floor and sighed again, more dramatic this time. From the corner of your eyes you could see him turn around, watching you for a few seconds before he started to whisper.

“Aren’t you just a little shit?”, then he huffed. “I know exactly what you’re doing. Do you think I’m that easy to play with? Me, Eustass kid? Do you really think, I will change the route, just because of food?”

You raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms, staying silent. You were sure he would fall for it, so sure, but now, you were once again frustrated. For a few seconds neither of you spoke, him glaring at you and you glaring right back.

Then, after a few more seconds, he looked down on his desk, then back up to you. You could practically hear him arguing with himself in his head and after a while, he broke the silence.

“How long did you say will it take to the island?”

You grinned, you just knew it would work.