#and in any case im not looking for the best bloom team im looking for a functional bloom team

[4giorno]

LEAK WARNING i think the fact that we can see several dendro cores on the ground for a considerable time in a team where kveh is the sole bloom specific character is enough to give running him with nilou some value, at least before c6

[juyeoniemyhoney]

make you feel my love

Losing means nothing to Ishikawa when he has you.

pairing: ishikawa yuki x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: i don’t think there’s any!

word count: 2074 words

A/N: i honestly dont know who wants to read this but im just gonna post it anyways HAHA so here all you ishikawa simps pls enjoy<3

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It all happens at once.

The noise— screams of all pitches and encouragements of all sorts, forming a raucous cacophony in the large gymnasium— halts almost immediately; like a vacuum has sucked it all up and the only thing that is left is an eerie stillness as everyone waits in antsy anticipation for the player to serve.

And then he is running up, throwing the ball great lengths into the air and jumping to meet it halfway, hitting the ball with such force and determination you can almost feel the impact yourself. The ball hurtles through the air and crosses the net with such speed you almost don't see it.

But the Japanese team does. Their libero, Yamamoto, crosses the court in a flash and bumps the ball up so high up it gives his teammates half a second to breathe before they are rushing to connect it, the setter, Sekita, tossing the ball higher in the air for Ishikawa to hit it.

The tall Brazilians loom over him like a curse, like bad karma, as determined as the Japanese are, but not nearly as desperate. Ishikawa does not mind them and he bravely hits the ball with as much strength as his worn out body allows him, sending every last bit of energy into this spike, hoping, praying, practically begging for it to work, for the ball to hit the other side of the court with such violence that the Brazilians would not be able to even react before it hits the floor.

The next thing you know, the ball hits the hands of the Brazilians and is spindling down towards the floor at breakneck speed. Yamamoto, Sekita and Ishikawa (when he lands), all throw themselves to the floor in a desperate bid to save it, to not let it touch the floor, to not let all their hard work be washed down into a drain. But to no avail.

The ball hits the floor with a resounding thud. The whistle blows and all at once, the Brazilian supporters leap from their seats and yell and scream and shout with unadulterated joy. Because they have won! They have won the game! And the Japanese have lost. The Japanese team and their supporters are quiet in the wake of their loss. You do not move, almost as if if you did, the bleachers would crack open, the earth beneath the gymnasium would cave in and you would be falling to the floor, through the soil and to the core of the earth.

The three men lift themselves up from the floor with the weight of defeat on their shoulders and their teammates pat their backs silently, looking solemn but trying to be as encouraging as possible. The team gathers at the end line of the court and another whistle blows, signalling both teams to bow. When Ishikawa's eyes hit the floor, so do the tears.

He cries in silent agony, somehow feeling like it is all his fault. He is the captain, he should have led them better than this. He is the ace, he should have been able to hit pass those blocks. He knew hitting hard was risky, he should have been more careful. He should have moved faster, reacted faster, gotten to the ball faster. He should have been sharper, more alert, better. He should have been better.

His teammates shed a few tears too, but not quite nearly as much as Ishikawa. It's unrelenting— his tears. It doesn't want to stop, even when Ishikawa roughly wipes at his eyes in frustration, desperately wanting the raw showing of emotion to stop. Everyone can see him cry in this moment and he hates it.

When Ishikawa and his team begin to move off the court, is when you break from your stunned daze. Quite frankly, you were shocked speechless. You knew Brazil was a tough opponent but your faith in your boys would always trump any form of doubt. You knew they could do it. You knew they would be able to do it. Until they didn't.

You do not see the tears from quite so far away, but when you do, you are ripping yourself from your seat with such great speed, the people around you jump in surprise. You do not care, you do not even really notice before you are sprinting down the stairs, leaping from each flight, ignoring the desperate calls of your best friend and the shocked expressions directed at you as you race to the exit of the court.

"Ishikawa Yuki!" you yell just in case you don't catch them in time. You know you could just call him or meet him at his house but you came as a surprise, and though you'd wish you could surprise him after his victory, you think that surprising him and being able to comfort him in his loss will mean just as much.

At the sound of your voice, his head whips around, eyes wide in shock as he desperately searches the people for your face, eyes glassy with unshed tears and vision slightly blurry. You jump off the rest of the stairs, running to him with flailing arms. And when Ishikawa sees you, you swear you see his lips pout, eyes glossing over as tears run down his face.

You grin and run to him and he drops everything, his water bottle, his towel, his jacket, everything, so that he can hold his arms open for you to run into and give him a big hug. And you do exactly that. You run straight into his arms, wrapping your arms around his torso and shoving your face into his chest, not caring at all that he is drenched in sweat (and possibly tears), not caring at all that almost the whole gymnasium full of people can see the two of you have such an intimate moment, not caring at all because Ishikawa Yuki, the love of your life, is in tears and you have to do everything in your power to stop that.

Ishikawa's arms wrap around you too, holding you so tight and dear to him, you swear the both of you stop breathing. And with you in his arms, he finally crumbles to the floor, tears spilling from his eyes and sobs escaping his throat in ugly, high-pitched hiccups. But he doesn't care, you don't care, he's safe as long as you're here.

"When did you get here? I thought you were only going to touchdown tomorrow," he whispers in between sobs, his shaking, swollen hand coming up to your hair and entangling his fingers with the strands messily. You pull away slightly and pull Ishikawa down so that your chin rests on his shoulder and he can bury his face into your neck, your hand coming up to his sweaty hair to run your fingers through the corse, tangled strands as Ishikawa continues to cry in your arms. This position is so incredibly uncomfortable. After all, Ishikawa is insanely tall and the top of your head doesn't even really reach his neck, and you're sure Ishikawa's back is going to hurt a little later but he doesn't seem to mind at all at the position change, indulging in you as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, hot breaths that tickle your skin, coming out in pants as he struggles to control his sobs.

"I wanted to surprise you," you say with a fond smile, the hand that was idle on his back coming up to send a wave to his teammates when your eyes meet, even sending one to his coach, who just smiles bitterly at you. His teammates send you rueful smiles and thumbs-ups of approval before they make their way back to the locker rooms, leaving you and Ishikawa to continue embracing at the exit of the court.

Ishikawa lets out a tearful laugh, saying, "Well, I'm surprised alright. I was just thinking about you when you called my name. I almost thought I was seeing things.".

You laugh but do not reply, allowing a comfortable silence to take over as Ishikawa lets all his emotions out in the form of hot, regretful tears. Your hand continues to soothe him with pats and strokes to his back and your hand remains in his hair. Ishikawa's large hands fist your shirt at your waist as his tears and sweat seep into your shirt. You don't mind. Of course, if this were anyone else you would. But this is Ishikawa Yuki, and you love him more than anything else in this world.

"You played so well," you whisper after a while of silence. You can feel Ishikawa wanting to pull away from you but you do not allow him, knowing full well that he wants to pull away to argue with you, to debunk your words with his incessant humility, so you do not allow him. You do not allow him to deny himself the praise he very much deserves because he's worked hard for this, no matter the outcome, he and his teammates have worked his ass off for this, and the least you can do is praise him.

"Yuki, you played very well. Don't try and deny it," you say with a firm voice, hand on his head keeping his chin to your shoulder. At this, he finally laughs and you loosen your grip, allowing him to pull out of your embrace just enough for him to see your face.

His cheeks are tear-stained and his eyes are beginning to puff up with all his crying, red beginning to bloom at the corner of his eyes, slowly taking over the white. His smile is nothing short of breathtaking, swollen eyes and red lips curled up brilliantly, smile lines and the corners of his eyes creasing sweetly. You can't help but grin back when you see his smile, nose souring with endearment.

"You know me so well," he comments, fingers coming up to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear, fingers trailing down your jaw to your chin, tilting your face up just a little bit more. His fingers guide your head just slightly forward before he is meeting you halfway in a sweet kiss, grinning immediately after your lips meet his.

Ishikawa's eyes trace over your every feature, observing, remembering, ingraining; tracing over the curve of your eyes, the slope of your nose, the perk of your lips, the peak of your eyebrows, and the line of your jaw, fingers ghosting over each feature along with his eyes, all the while maintaining the smile on his lips.

Then, he is giving your forehead a sweet kiss before pulling out of your embrace fully, turning around to pick up the things he had dropped when you came running into his arms. He brushes off his jacket and drapes it across your shoulders, holding open the jacket for you to slip your arms into the sleeves, to which you do, before he is hooking the zip and zipping it all the way up to your chin.

In his mind, he laughs at the way you are dwarfed by his jacket. Your hands can barely be seen, only the tips of your fingers peeking out from the sleeves, and the jacket, where it usually ends at his hip, ends almost at your knees. Unconsciously, he smiles and has to physically restrain himself from pinching your cheeks.

After he zips up his jacket, he bends down to pick up his towel, draping it over his shoulder before he is bending down once again to pick up his water bottle, having set them down to help you put on his jacket. Then, without a word but with the largest, goofiest grin, he takes your hand in his and leads you out of the court and to the locker rooms in a comfortable silence, fingers intertwined with yours.

For a second there, he almost forgets that they lost the game and are not able to proceed to the quarter-finals. For a second there, he almost completely forgets about his regrets and anger and frustration. And it's all because of you. And of course, he is eternally grateful to you. After all, what on earth would he do without you? He would still be crying his ass off, that's what, though he would never admit it out loud. And it is because of this reason— though he would do it without a reason at all— that he kisses you a little longer, hugs you a little tighter, loves you a little more.

[ukeishin]

— friends forever and ever and ever

note: im impatient so im posting rn 😁 but i’ve been having a lot of hinata thoughts lately. pls let me know what you thought of this!! i’d love to know :)

ft. hinata shoyo

warning: angst, hanahaki disease, unrequited love, blood

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You had no one to blame but yourself for your current predicament.

Your waste bin overflowing, your desk in total disarray, and your floor a mess as well.

Then again, it wasn’t like you intended to fall for Hinata, you muse, picking up one of the red-tinged petals you coughed up only moments ago. Using the sleeve of your sweatshirt, you carefully wipe off the blood that’s collected at the corner of your mouth. You grimace when you pull your arm away from your lips and see how crimson now stains the material of your sweatshirt. You’ll have to toss it into the wash later with all of your other blood-stained clothing.

The wooden frame of your bed digs into your back as you lean your head against your mattress. You wince at the sharp pain in your chest when you accidentally take a deep breath and begin to shallow your breathing so as to not further aggravate the flowers blooming in your lungs. Pity how something so beautiful only grows in such unfortunate circumstances. If you didn’t feel like absolute shit at the moment, perhaps you’d be able to admire it.

Hanahaki disease. The physical manifestation of unrequited love.

What a load of shit.

It’s rather dramatic in your opinion, and quite frankly rude. How dare your body betray your true feelings when the object of your affections so clearly does not feel the same way?

A tired grin crosses your face at the thought of Hinata: the man who’s been one of your closest friends ever since high school. Reflecting back, it was truly only a matter of time before you fell for him. While the two of you attended Karasuno, you were able to chalk up your feelings to those of friendship, but as time progressed, they evolved and soon enough morphed into romantic ones.

In high school, you successfully fooled yourself into believing your feelings were platonic.

At the time, Hinata was strictly your friend. You weren’t blind, you could appreciate that he was cute, in a boyish sort of way, but you were more preoccupied with things you deemed more important: schoolwork, managerial duties for the boys' volleyball team, and worries about your future.

But Hinata had somehow inserted himself in your life and stuck.

He was hopeless in school and the moment he found out that you scored relatively well in comparison to him, he begged you to tutor him. You were a bit skeptical at first, but you eventually relented. You were pleasantly surprised to find that Hinata was eager to learn the material and attentively listened to what you had to say, even if it was only because passing his exams was the only way for him to attend the Tokyo training camp.

You admired Hinata's tenacity and often stayed behind after practice had ended in the gymnasium to help him run drills over and over. He was determined to be the best he could be, and you didn’t mind helping him achieve his goals even if you weren’t exactly well-versed in volleyball. He would seek out your input and if you had any critiques or advice for him, Hinata would take it to heart and incorporate it into his next play.

Soon you began to spend time together outside of tutoring sessions and volleyball practices. You’d hang out with Natsu together and indulge in her whims and desires: weaving friendship bracelets, painting rocks, playing volleyball, and more. Your presence in the Hinata household became normalized, to the point where you could show up at their front door unannounced, and Natsu would simply throw the door open and exclaim, “big sibling!”

You’ve always been the greatest of friends so you’re not entirely sure when the change occurred.

Maybe it was when he left for Brazil. While Hinata was continents away playing volleyball, you remained in Japan attending university. It was easy to distract yourself with schoolwork and internships, but at the end of the day, you missed Hinata terribly. You two did your best to keep in contact with text messages and facetime, but with the time difference, it was difficult. It wasn’t the same and no amount of homework could fill that Hinata-shaped void in your life.

Up until that point, you didn’t realize just how much Hinata had weaseled his way into your life. It wasn’t like your life had ever revolved solely around Hinata, but you had grown accustomed to his presence. No matter what, you could always count on him to be there for you with a bright smile and some silly, but encouraging words.

It was when Hinata returned from Brazil after two years abroad that you realized you were completely and utterly fucked.

He had grown into himself in more ways than one. He carried himself with more confidence than he did before and his features weren’t cute in a boyish way anymore. He had matured and to put it bluntly, Hinata got fucking hot. His skin was sun-kissed, a beautiful golden tan, and he had grown a few inches taller in his time away. The muscles that lie right underneath his skin were strong and corded, and it didn’t go unnoticed how the muscles in his thighs were especially prominent. There was no doubt that Hinata had changed greatly in his time spent in Brazil, but then again, some things never really change. He still had that same old grin, which would brighten your day no matter the circumstances.

The two of you were able to pick up your friendship right where it left off.

That’s when the flowers had started to bloom.

You were unlucky even in comparison to others who suffered from Hanahaki disease. Most of the time, the growth of the flowers in one’s lungs would be gradual. However, in your case, it was accelerated. The first time you experienced a coughing fit, you filled your waste bin to the brim with bloodied petals.

You suppose it was because the realization that you were in love with Hinata had hit you like a freight train.

You did your best to conceal that you had Hanahaki disease. It would do no good to worry anyone with it, especially Hinata. Being in love with someone who didn’t love you was one thing. Being in love with an idiot who didn’t love you was another. If Hinata learned that you had Hanahaki, his first question would be “Who’s responsible?” and it would take everything within you to not scream that it was him.

So you crafted the perfect facade. You would plaster on a smile in front of others and act like everything was completely okay even if behind closed doors, blood-soaked petals were beginning to pile up. If anybody seemed to suspect something was amiss, you would wave aside their concerns and assure them that you were just feeling a little under the weather.

It hurt that Hinata didn’t love you back, but what hurt most was that he didn’t love someone else. There was no other person that was the object of his affections. There was no one that you could blame and point to as the reason why Hinata didn’t love you in return. The fact that Hinata just didn’t see you in any other way than a friend hurt more than the flowers killing you.

Alstroemerias. Those were the flowers that were filling up your lungs. A hollow laugh filled the air when you looked up the meaning of them: friendship. How cruel of the world to make the flowers blooming in your lungs represent the only relationship you would ever have with Hinata.

But, you’d rather have Hinata as a friend than not at all.

So you take care to maintain the smile that’s beginning to strain and ignore the sharp pain in your chest when Hinata tells you that you’re the best friend he could ever have.

[reidgraygubler]

a different type of high (spencer reid/reader) pt 6

Title: A Different Type of High (part six)

Request: no

Couple: spencer reid/gender-neutral!reader

Category: spicy fluff (RATED T)

Content Warning: swearing, talk about and allusions to sex, making out, mentions of dying, mentions of drug use (Dialiludid and Oxycodone), withdrawal and symptoms of withdrawal, attending narcotics anonymous, struggling with sobriety, mildly ooc spencer

Word Count: 3,637

Summary: Spencer and the team plan a dinner party to celebrate Reader’s 6-month anniversary of being clean. Reader and Spencer make a risky decision that could hurt their friendship 

A/N: Oh goodness, I’m so sorry this part took so long to be posted. I’ve had half of it written for a few weeks, and then I’ve been sitting on the other half bc it originally contained smut. I sat and thought about it for a few days, and I decided at extreme last minute to edit it and make it just spicy fluff, with a rating of pg13-T for the allusions of and talks of sex. I had my best friend proofread this and made sure it was a-okay to post with those ratings! i also edited all the parts so they could be for a gender-neutral reader! so please let me know if this part (or any other part) has an issue with pronouns. Again, im so sorry it took so long for this part to be posted. anyways, thank you all for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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"Six months," I looked down at the token in hand. My eyes stayed glued to it for what seemed like an eternity, only looking away when there was a knock on the door. It wasn’t for 6 months, though, it was still my 5-month token. We’d be going to get my 6-month chip in a little bit...

"I hope you're not doing something stupid in there!" Spencer spoke on the other side of the door. I smiled before pulling the door open. He was leaning beside the door, waiting for me to leave. “I thought you’d never leave,” he looked over at me with a smile. I stepped more out of the bathroom and looked up at him. 

“Nope, just going to the bathroom,” I lied, but still kept a smile on my lips. I try not to lie to Spencer, but for some reason, this one was different. If I had it my way, I would keep myself locked in the bathroom, and never having to leave again. “Do you have to go? It’s free now,” I gestured towards the door. Spencer looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. “Although, I’d give it a minute…” I looked down at the ground and shrugged.

“Are you okay?” He asked, following beside me as I walked towards his bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him as he stood right in front of me. "Six months, that's quite the achievement,” he whispered as he sat beside me.

“I’m just nervous… That’s all,” I shrugged as I looked over at him, “I already want the day to be over… Is that bad to say?” I rested my head on his shoulder after I leaned on him. 

“No, I don’t think so,” Spencer shook his head, “I think it’s totally valid. This is the first time that you’ve made it to such a big accomplishment… It’s exciting, it’s nerve-wracking…” he whispered. 

“I think it’s more than nerve-wracking…” my voice was hardly a whisper. “We should go. The faster we go, the faster we can get this over with,” I looked up at him and shrugged. 

“We should get going. It’s a very important meeting for you today. Gotta get that coin,” Spencer laughed, before standing up. I sighed deeply before standing up. I rolled my eyes. “It’ll be over faster than you think it will,” he wrapped his arm around me as he walked me outside. The weather drastically changed over the last six months, I’ve forgotten how nice Maryland can be when it’s not cold and snowy. And, as soon as we stepped outside, a warm breeze brushed across my skin and through my hair. I smiled, relaxing my shoulders slightly.

“It’s so nice out,” I looked up at Spencer and smiled. He returned the expression and looked around the street.

“Yeah, it is nice, isn’t it?” he looked back down at me with a soft smile. 

“We should go to the Washington Monument! I want to see the cherry blossoms! I’m sure they’re nice and bloomed and super pretty,” I suggested, hoping he’d want to go.

“I mean, if I have time. We have cases coming in left and right,” Spencer replied, making me feel sadder. I pouted.

“Yeah, that’s right. I guess I’ll just have to go,” I looked up at him with a sly smile.

“And, you’ll have to take lots of photos for me,” he smiled at me again. I rolled my eyes before tucking myself closer into his side.

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“I’m taking you out, come on,” Spencer grabbed my hand to pull me to my feet. I looked up at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

“What? Why?” I spoke, still staying on the couch. But, when he did finally get me on my feet, I yelped and fell into his body. Spencer wrapped his arms around my body to keep me steady. “We just got back!” I looked up as I tried to escape his grip.

“Because… You’re six months clean and that’s something worth celebrating,” he smiled as he looked down at me. “And, you deserve to be celebrated,” he whispered before poking my nose. I wrinkled my face and stuck my tongue out. “Please, for me?” he added. I dropped my shoulders. See, that’s not fair. He knows I’d do anything for him. And, if anything includes going out to celebrate something, then I guess I’ll have to do it.

“Okay, fine. You win. We can go out. But I don’t have anything nice to wear,” I spoke as I stepped away from Spencer’s embrace and towards his bedroom. I’ve basically moved into his place sometime over the last 6 months. So it could be our bedroom. But, it's an unofficial move in. I still have my shit in my shit apartment. “Granted, I don’t have much clothing here,” I looked back over at him and shrugged. It was just something to be planted in his head, maybe he’ll offer me to move in with him. Or maybe not. He’ll probably say that it isn’t very smart, me living with him. 

“I guess it’s a good thing that there’s something in the bedroom for you,” Spencer smiled as he dropped his head to his shoulder. I raised an eyebrow before looking into his room. “Jennifer and Penelope helped pick it out,” his voice followed me as I entered the room. 

“You didn’t have to get me this, Spencer,” I looked at him, awe in my eyes as I looked between him and the very nice clothing that was laid out on his bed. I honestly probably wouldn’t wear it out much. But if he takes me out to celebrate big milestones, then I’ll have an excuse to wear it.

“Of course I did. You should get to wear something nice on such a big night out. You get changed, I have to make a phone call real quick.” Spencer smiled at me before leaving me alone in his bedroom. I looked back down at the clothes and sighed deeply before changing out of my dingy sweater and jeans and into the dress. I looked down at my body before slowly leaving the room.

“I hate this,” I looked at Spencer, who was sitting on the couch, reading a book while he waited for me to finish getting dressed. He was quick to stand, nearly dropping his book to the ground as he looked at me. “Whaddya think?” I smiled at him before looking down at the clothes. 

“You look… It looks good,” Spencer looked up at me with a smile. I looked back up at him for a brief moment, only to look away. I could feel a heat grow on my cheeks as I walked towards him. “Oh, uh… Are you ready?” He watched as I grabbed for a sweater he let me borrow. 

 “Only if you are, you’re the one who planned this whole thing. I was fine just staying home,” I shrugged as I followed beside him. I didn’t want to argue with him on this one, though. He wanted to do something special for me, because this was a big milestone. And, it’s the first time I’ve ever made it to 6 months. Hopefully, it’s the only time I make it this far. But, who knows, bad things happen to good people. 

“I’m not going to be embarrassed, am I?” I looked up at Spencer as we walked out of his apartment. He grasped my hand as he led me out of the building.

“No, you… You shouldn’t be embarrassed,” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. 

I don’t know why, but all I could think about was going to a restaurant on my birthday when I was younger… And, you know how the waiters and waitresses would crowd around and sing you their lame version of happy birthday, while forcing you to wear a hat that dozens of other people have worn… Their stupid birthday schtick? Remember? Ah, those were the good times, when Mom wasn’t out of her mind. But, I don’t think Spencer would force people to sing me a stupid song and wear a stupid hat for being clean of drugs for 6-months...

“I’m trusting you on this,” I smiled at him as we walked towards his car, “no one’s gonna sing like a song or anything?” I looked over at him as I slid into his car. He looked down at me with furrowed eyebrows, confusion on his face. Then it hit me that he had no idea what I was talking about.  

“No…. No one’s going to sing to you,” he looked at me, his tone heavily confused. 

“Nothing to worry about then,” I smiled as he pushed the door shut. I quickly buckled in and waited for Spencer to get into the driver’s side. I looked over at him with a smile as he got in. “I was just thinking… On the rare occasion when mom wasn’t awful, she’d take me out to eat, and a lot of the times it was my birthday… You remember that? And then they embarrass the fuck out of you,” I sighed as I looked at him. 

“No… That never happened to me,” he glanced at me as he started his car.

“That’s a shame, we should change that,” I smiled evilly at him as he started to drive. 

“I hate that you’re looking at me like that,” he looked at the road as he drove to our destination, “Do I even want to know?”

“No, but you’ll find out someday,” I smiled at him.

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Spencer and I were very quiet as entered his apartment. I think that goes to show just how exhausted we both were. Considering he had brought me to his friend’s house, where the rest of his team was, to celebrate. It’s not that the people were exhausting, it’s just that we were out late, and I’m very emotional.

Which was the reason why I found myself crawling into bed in just a shirt and underwear. I could hear Spencer’s laughter as I got comfortable, but struggled with the blanket.

“I’m so tired,” I sighed as I pulled the blanket over my body. The bed shifted as Spencer climbed in beside me. “Like, all the tireds… Sleepy, mentally, emotionally, psychically,” I looked at him as I pressed my head into the pillow.

“Rossi does know how to have a dinner party. Six months is a pretty big thing to celebrate.” Spencer hummed as he moved closer to me. I looked up at him and smiled. 

“You didn’t have to plan a party for me. I would have been okay staying here,” I whispered as I got comfortable in his form.

My back was pressed right to Spencer’s chest, just like many nights before. His arm was wrapped around my middle to hold me as close as possible to him. My legs were tangled up with his. I let out a deep breath of air before smiling to myself.

“I’m proud of you, you know that?” Spencer whispered, his nose brushing over the shell of my ear. I rolled my shoulders and hummed happily. 

“Now it’s your turn,” I mumbled as I shifted slightly. I knew he was still struggling. It’s not easy… And Dilaudid seems like a kick to the ass drug. He’s trying though. He’s trying his hardest. I just wish there was a way I could help him. I knew he had been struggling more often recently. I would be too if my mentor left unexpectedly. It wasn’t fair to him, or the rest of his team. He gets to have a bit of a struggle, he shouldn’t have to though. The man who replaced Gideon though, David Rossi, is a nice guy. But I know Gideon was like his father figure to him. 

Spencer let out a breath of air through his nose. His air tickling my skin and moving my hair. “I couldn’t have done it without you, ya’ know?” I mumbled, nuzzling my head into the pillow more. It was Spencer’s turn to hum. “And, I’m more than willing to be by your side,” I whispered, hoping he didn’t hear me. But, he did, because he just hugged me harder.

I know it’s only 6 months and not the rest of my life. But, without Spencer, I don’t think I could have gotten to the 6-month point. And, to be honest, I might be dead. 

“That’d mean the world to me,” he whispered softly. I turned around so I was facing him. He looked down at me with a small smile. “I’m doing better, you know,” he spoke softly. I looked at him and nodded. “It’s just hard… With Gideon leaving… It just feels like everyone’s leaving,” he sniffled softly. 

“I’m not leaving… And, by the looks of it all, you have an entire family that isn’t leaving you, Spencer,” I kept my eyes on him, watching as he looked down at me. He stayed quiet, mulling over the words I had just said.

In fact, that left us in a comfortable silence. My eyes stayed glued to him, whereas his were closed. I knew he wasn’t asleep though. Spencer never sleeps. I knew our day wasn’t over yet. We always talked more before either of us fell asleep.

But... something scared me. The way he held onto me. He held me like I would go missing in the morning when he did eventually wake up. His grip around my waist and torso was tight, like I was a stuffed animal and he was the owner. Part of me wondered if he feared I was a drug-induced hallucination and would vanish in thin air. I wish there was a way I could tell him, to convince him that I wouldn’t ever disappear like that. 

His nose twitched as he rubbed his face into the pillow under his head. He slowly opened his eyes and looked back at me, the exhaustion of the day sitting in his eyes and expression. I understood that feeling. But, if he was anything like me, and he is a lot like me, I knew that even though he was exhausted, sleep wouldn’t find us in a while. 

“Go to sleep,” he whispered, closing his eyes as he pretended to sleep. I laughed lightly, causing him to glare at me. 

“I’m not tired, and I know you’re not either. You’re faking it,” I muttered as I shifted even closer to him. I still kept my head tilted up so I could look at him. “You know I’m right,” I whispered, a smile suddenly appearing on my lips. 

“I’m not arguing your statement, am I?” Spencer replied, a smile growing on his lips. I almost kissed him. At that moment, it felt right. Our sudden sarcastic banter just made me want to kiss him. 

“No, no you’re not,” I laughed lightly as I looked at him. Spencer kept his eyes on me, hugging me harder as he tried to bring me closer to him. But at this point if I was any closer to him, I’d probably be in him. “Can I ask you a question,” I whispered so softly. If it was daylight or any other time of day, with any sound, I wouldn’t be heard. Spencer laughed before reopening his eyes.

“You just did,” he retorted as he looked at me. I rolled my eyes as I readjusted, moving so I was more face to face with him instead of face to chest. 

“I meant a real question, Agent Reid,” I stuck my tongue out at him. The smile that grew on his lips made me feel warm, and I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You can always ask me a question, and you don’t even have to ask,” Spencer replied, his smile becoming more genuine than before. I could feel my heart beating as I looked at him. My body felt like it was flooding with a feeling that I’ve never felt towards another person… I just couldn’t put a name to it yet.

“Can I kiss you,” I whispered. It just happened. The words fell from my mouth, like I had no control over my mouth and the words I was saying. And now that the words hung in the air, I was left just staring at Spencer, and my heart in my throat. 

The expression on his face told me he was thinking about it. But the long silence was beginning to make me feel nervous. What if I ruined it all? What if I just ruined my friendship with Spencer all because I wanted to kiss him? It’s just my luck though, I get something so beautiful and so precious, I ruin it, or it gets ruined. But in this case… It was my own fault and doing. 

The next thing I knew, Spencer’s hands were cupping my cheeks, and his lips were against mine. It felt like the wind was knocked out of me with the sudden action. I was a little caught off guard. I guess his prolonged silence just convinced me nothing was going to happen. But I was definitely happy that it did, indeed, happen. And, I definitely enjoyed it. 

His lips were soft, yet somehow slightly chapped. I could feel the moisture on his lips from when he licked them moments ago, and I could taste the tiny bit of wine he had just an hour ago. The warmth of his body made me feel safe as I gravitated closer into his body. My heart pounded in my chest, and I wondered if he could feel it against his. My hands gravitated towards his head, my fingers getting tangled in his hair. 

Spencer hummed as I gently tugged on the hair on the back of his neck. The breath from his nose tickled around my lips and nose. Every movement he made, my body was quick to follow. I just couldn’t get enough of him, and he knew that. 

He was gentle as he moved so he was over me. His arms were wrapped around my torso, holding me close to his body. I knew I wanted to further what was happening, and part of me could sense Spencer did too. I pulled my head away, pressing it into the pillow a little bit so I could look up at him. He returned the look, but a certain fire was in his eyes. 

“Can we,” I stopped myself from talking, worried that I was even more out of line for asking if we could have sex. At least I’m asking. “We don-” I continued, but failed when Spencer pressed his lips to mine. 

“Yeah… Yeah we can,” he muttered before going to take off his shirt.  

{***}{***}{***}

It was honestly better than any type of high I’ve had before. Definitely better than marijuana, or oxycodone, or Dilaudid. I wonder if Spencer thought the same about that. This was probably safer too. You can’t overdose on sex, can you? Damn, I guess if that’s how I go… That’s how I go.

“Hey,” Spencer looked down at me with a small smile. I swallowed roughly before returning the smile to him. He brushed my hair away from my face before holding both my cheeks in his hands.

“Hey,” I returned the smile with a small giggle. Spencer laughed before kissing me again. It was tender and passionate with this kiss, and I wanted to melt into him. His hands were still on my cheeks, holding my face.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you or anything? Did I?” He asked, his tone heavily laced with worry. He moved his nose so it brushed against mine, smushing it to my face. I laughed and shook my head. 

“No, no, Spencer. You didn’t hurt me,” I laughed as I pressed my hands to his chest. “I don’t think you could hurt me… No matter what you do,” I quietly whispered. Spencer looked down at me and smiled.

“I promise I won’t ever hurt you,” he returned in a whisper, "and I won't ever leave you." 

“In all seriousness, though, I didn’t know I had a sex drive like that…” I laughed, watching as Spencer sat up and away from me. “I mean, after all the oxy I’ve taken…” I shrugged, sitting up and wrapping a blanket around my body. Spencer looked over at me with a raised eyebrow as he stood up. 

“Considering it’s been six months, you don’t have it in your system anymore,” he looked at me for a moment before grabbing his boxers and an undershirt. “I’m getting you water, do you want anything else?” He walked around the bed and came to stand beside me. I looked up at him and pushed out my lips, silently asking for a kiss. Spencer smiled before pecking my lips quickly. 

“I’m okay with water,” I watched as he walked away. He nodded before leaving me alone in his room (Again, I would go as far as to say our room. But I don’t exactly live with him… full time). 

  When I finished cleaning myself up in his bathroom, I grabbed one of his shirts and a pair of boxers, and I sat on the center of the bed, waiting for him to return. 

I realized something while I was waiting for him to come back to bed. And it’s something I don’t think I could ever tell him. Because, if I tell him this, I’d probably lose him. I don’t think I could handle losing Spencer.

 I loved him. I loved Spencer Reid and that was probably going to be the thing that killed me.

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[yelenasdog]

it was a pleasure to burn (spencer reid x fem bau!reader)

genre: fluff i think even though the name is v angsty LOL it’s a literal screenplay with the amout of dialogue i wrote LMAO so idk

summary: a particularly rough and disturbing case gets to reader, and spencer and reader are brought together by this.

words: just about 6k (my longest fic ahhHH)

warnings: typical criminal minds gore and violence just up a notch, they get on a plane at the end, somebody gets ~shot~, somebody gets ~bonked~, cursing, mentions of reid’s addiction, and i think that’s it. also the reader wears reading glasses but that’s the only predetermined factor of appearance. btw i don’t think i used any pronouns in this but i apologize if i’m wrong. 

a/n: LMFAO i was outside awhile ago celebrating litha with a nice lil hike and i saw a butterfly and i had just started watching cm and was like hMMm... killer who’s obsessed with symmetry??!1??!? y Es. enjoy 😼 EDIT: THERE IS SO MANY PLOT HOLES OMG FBREHJBFHEJFRE IM RBFBRE

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Present Day, Central Park, New York

“Aren’t they just stunning?” The unsub spoke, keeping her eyes trained on the butterfly sitting happily on her finger. The brightly colored creature fluttered off her hand that was dripping scarlet, flying around her curly head of brown hair. Her, formerly white, blood-stained dress flowed around her as she followed it, watching in awe as it soared about. She giggled, plopping down on the grass in the middle of a circle of her victim’s pale, lifeless bodies, all of them with ironically morbid butterflies resting upon the frail skin of the corpses.

“Aren’t they, agents?”

She slanted her green eyes, gripping the grass a little harder. I flicked my tongue over my lips nervously, looking over to the lanky man on my left. He simply shrugged, just about as sure of how to handle the situation just as much as I was.

“If I knew you all were coming, I would have cleaned up, I really would have, I promise.”

We slowly walked towards her, twigs and leaves crunching under our feet. It could have been comparable to a hunter stalking its prey, but it unfortunately was quite the opposite.

6 days earlier, Quantico, Virginia

“3 bodies, all found within the last 48 hours in rural New York. So far, the first body has revealed that although it was dumped upstate, the victim was murdered in the city, and the same most likely goes for the other bodies as well. Nails well manicured, no drugs in the system. They aren't junkies, we’re dealing with upper class citizens.”

My face contorted as I took the photos from Reid’s hands, his large and tanned one surprising me by how soft it felt as it accidentally brushed against mine. I blushed like a madman, looking to see him doing the same thing. I cleared my throat getting Rossi’s attention.

“Why are we only now hearing of this?” I questioned, flipping through the images as I did so, my confusion only growing. I didn’t recieve an answer, leaving my curiosity to bloom.

“Wait, how did you say they were killed again?”

Morgan looked up, taking the photos from me. “He didn’t.”

I sighed, pushing my glasses up on my nose.

“Is there at least any correlation between the bodies and the butterflies?”

Our attention was shifted to JJ, the resident expert on the insects.

“Actually, the ones being found with the bodies are from the Amarynthis family, all native to Latin America. They weren’t there by accident so yes, they’re somehow related.”

Rossi stood up, grabbing his coat.

“Well, none of this is nearly enough for a profile, so pack your bags and tell the others, wheels up in an hour. We’re headed to New York.”

4 days earlier, F.B.I. Field Office, New York, New York

“The final report from the latest victim is in, all the autopsies are clean. They show no signs of struggles, no marks, no blood, no anything. The eyes weren’t bloodshot, so suffocation is ruled out, and that was our best bet.”

I sighed, sliding the case file across the glass table to Spence as I took my seat, sinking into it and allowing myself to be consumed by its warmth.

“So what your saying is that we’re back at square one.”

I looked up at Hotch from where I sat, running my hand through my ponytail.

“Yeah. That’s what I’m saying.”

Just then, the young Doctor spoke up as he flipped through the pages.

“The eyes weren’t just not bloodshot, there was barely any blood left in any of the victims bodies, only about 3% of the volume left. The killer drained them.”

Morgan gave me a shocked expression, silently asking for an explanation.

“Which you failed to mention, Y/n.” Aaron spoke, agitation once again present in his voice.

I looked at the ceiling, crossing my arms in front of me before turning to face Hotch once more.

“Yeah, well, I thought it was obvious when I said no blood.” I stuttered out cautiously.

“On the bodies! Not in the bodies!” Morgan exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in what was in my opinion, very childish. Everyone else in the room aside from Spencer was either shaking their heads or pinching the bridge of their noses, and reasonably so.

“Look, I’m sorry I just didn’t see it in the report, plus, In the scheme of things, it just doesn’t seem to matter.”

I soon regretted my words, realizing how ill-fit they were for the current conversation I was having. Spencer looked up, tilting his head.

“Doesn’t seem to matter? How? There’s an endless amount of possibilities now that we know this. If we had known it sooner we probably could have figured out the pattern and caught the one doing this!” He harshly spewed, his voice acting like a crescendo of sorts, quiet and calm and moving towards a loud and violent tone. Tears began to prick at the corners of my eyes and I was starting to feel guilty, not to mention absolutely stupid as could be.

“I’m- I really am sorry guys, truly.”

Hotch locked eyes with me, taking a stern tone that one would usually take with a disobedient child, perhaps even Jack.

“I hope that’s a comfort to you when another body shows up. That’s their blood on your hands.”

I was frozen, the gravity of the situation taking its toll.

In the background I heard him say something to Morgan about a new profile having to be made as there were many new things to be known from this revelation. But it all went in one ear and out the other, just unpleasant white noise.

As I clumsily stumbled out of the room, I felt Reid’s eyes burning holes into the back of my brain. I was quick to turn my head to meet his glance, causing him to look down. I felt bad, the weight on my chest growing heavier from the interaction.

I sat down at my desk, turning on my computer and immediately going to google. I typed in “hypnosis” and let the info trickle in.

About 30 minutes later, I still felt absolutely horrible, but I had also put together a valuable profile in the time that had passed. I shut the newly finished file, blowing an abandoned strand of hair out from my eyes. I had to do a double take when I saw Spencer staring once more, his deep hazel eyes meeting my own. I gave him a small smile before standing up and walking to Hotch’s makeshift New York office. I pushed open the heavy door, placing the folder on his too-clean desk.

“What’s this?” He asked, taking it in his hands.

“My theory about the unsub. I think I know what she’s been doing. You can tell the team if you want, I’m not sure if they would wanna hear it from me. ”

He gave a small smile, pushing the file back over to me.

“You get the team together and I’ll get the local PD caught up. You tell them yourself.”

A few minutes later, everyone except for Reid had gathered in the meeting room. I peeked through the half closed blinds that allowed a line of vision to his desk in an attempt to locate him. He was positioned there, staring blankly at his laptop that appeared to have nothing on the screen. I knocked on the window lightly to catch his attention, his glazed over eyes looking in my direction. I tilted my head at him, silently beckoning him to join me. He only shook his in response, shaggy brown locks swaying back and forth. I sighed, frowning at his action. I turned to the group, clasping my hands in front of me.

“Everyone, this will just be a second if you’ll excuse me.”

With a raised eyebrow from Hotchner and a jab in the direction of Spencer’s workspace, I swiftly walked out of the crowded room.

“Spence, care to join us?” I asked, resting one of my hands against my hip, the other on his orderly desk.

“No, I don’t think I will. I need to try to figure this out before she finds her next victim.”

“What makes you think the unsub is a she?” I searched his eyes that had seemingly become brighter at my piqued interest in his hypothesis.

“Well, the unsub seems to be obsessed with symmetry, all the bodies being found in obscure yet symmetrical positions. This could suggest she had some sort of deep rooted insecurity, possibly from some sort of bullying from growing up in a small town where she was looked at as a superior for subpar looks. She moved to the big city, expecting a big break. Instead she was shunned for being less than average. She grew frustrated and as a result, she began her killing spree. The stresser could have been one too many insults that made her snap. Plus, that would account for the butterflies left on the scenes that are used in modern examples of both femininity and symmetry.”

I smiled widely at his words.

“What- why are you smiling, what are you smiling at?”

I tapped his desk, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth. I headed back towards the conference room, looking over my shoulder.

“Because, I’m glad we’re on the same page, Dr.”

——————

“So, our girl, as Dr. Reid has explained to us, is obsessed with her appearance. She’s an organized killer, no mistakes and no signs of blood or anything of the sort on scene. She has practice, she does this sort of thing every day. She is most likely in the age group of 23-30, and has a job in the cosmetic industry, our guess is in plastic surgery. She probably volunteers weekends at local butterfly sanctuaries or zoos, finding comfort in their perfection that those in her life, or formerly in her life, cannot and could not provide.”

“Which would explain to her easy access to non-native species of the insects. She has an absolute infatuation with symmetry, which yet again, links the butterflies on the crime scene to her MO.”

Spencer and I were vividly explaining our shared theory to the team, as well as local law enforcement. He was excited by his discovery and the lead on the killer, and his energy was contagious.

“She kills without remorse and out of jealousy, picking victims who all have one thing in common.”

Spence pointed to all of the images pasted on the board in the center of the room, all of them split in half and reflected, creating a perfect mirrored portrait.

“They all have perfectly symmetrical faces, as well as strong jawlines and high cheekbones. As most of these victims are models or those searching to start a modeling career, we believe she is luring them in with a photographer trope, promising to make their dreams come true.”

I nodded, taking a moment to study Reid’s own sharp yet somehow soft features. I allowed my eyes to wander over his sunken in, kind, and curious eyes; his pillowy pink lips that are in dire need of some chapstick.

“Agent?”

I turned my head, snapped back to reality by Rossi calling my name.

I gave a tight and quick smile, returning to the topic at hand and tactics to catch the unsub. But of course not before Emily gave me a crooked smile, resulting in me rolling my eyes.

“Physically, she’s nothing special, most likely a mundane appearance or one with quite obvious surgical changes. No in between. Check all of the plastic surgeon offices in the area for both employees who fit our description, as well as a patient who has gotten any serious facial mod operations. Do the same for any weekend volunteers at local zoos and animal sanctuaries, specifically working with any insects.”

It was an NYPD officer then that spoke up this time, raising her hand briefly.

“But, you still haven’t mentioned how she’s killing them?”

“Hypnosis.” Reid and I both spoke at the same time. He looked to his black Converse, sliding his hands into his pockets. I observed the room and all of the skeptical faces filling it.

“Even if it may sound far fetched, we saw no signs of anything that indicated a struggle or even any marks or wounds. This led us to believe that some form of hypnosis was used to allow her an easy kill. This means extra caution will have to be taken when actually handling the unsub. Even though we’re positive she’s using hypnosis, which method she is using to actually kill them after the fact is what we’re unsure of.”

I turned to Spencer, handing off the explanation to him.

“We think that because of her whole thing with symmetry, she wouldn’t want to disturb the natural state of the victims and their faces, even if she would do the same to her own.”

“Which means?” JJ asked, her blue eyes slanted and glossed lips left ajar.

“It means that the unsub wouldn’t want to leave any large marks like stab or gunshot wounds.” I nodded at Prentiss, who had made the assumption, confirming she was correct.

“With her presumed background in plastic surgery, we believe she was able to make small incisions that made no visible scars. We’re having the coroner look back over the bodies as we speak.”

“She drains the body’s blood 97% of the way before closing the holes up. What she does with the blood, we don’t know. Another Eddie Mays, perhaps.”

I looked over to Spencer, raising my brows at his comparison. He was quick to defend himself, shaking his hands left to right and mouthing “No” while simultaneously shaking his head the same way, something he seemed to be doing often as of late.

After we had finished consulting with any officers who had remaining questions, we branched off to conduct our own routine investigations. We found that the only thing they all had in common apart from the symmetrical faces, is that they all had visited the Central Park Zoo in the 24 hours before they were killed. We received a phone call from Garcia not long after we put together those pieces, being alerted that there was one girl who had, in her words, “Hit every mark there was to hit, sunshine.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

“Her name is Alessia Copelas, she works weekdays as a surgeon's assistant at Premier Cosmetic, and weekends at Central Park Zoo from 4-8 p.m.”

I smiled at the new info from the blonde bombshell known as Penelope, turning to Reid who was still looking at me quizzically.

“Alright, thanks babes, you’re the best.” I spoke into the phone, a comical “Mwah!” made from either side as we hung up.

He shook his head, keeping the odd look on his face.

“I swear, you guys have a weirder relationship than her and Morgan.”

I laughed, sliding my phone into my back pocket.

“Oh, please, Spence.” I gingerly placed a hand on his cheek, patting it twice.

“You’re just jealous.” I made a pouty face, letting my hand linger before walking off. “Come on, we’re going on a field trip.”

“Where to?” He asked, gripping the door frame, using it as leverage to swing himself closer to me. He took long and quick strides, catching up to me in no time.

“You like animals, right?”

———————

4 Days Earlier, Central Park Zoo, New York

As soon as we entered the zoo, our ears were filled with the sounds of the loud screeches of birds and monkeys alike. Reid covered his ears, cringing and making his displeasure known with an “Ahh!”

I smiled at his geeky behavior, admiring the animals in the enclosures. I paid special attention to a particularly impressive species of tarantula, leaning down to admire them. A few moments later I looked to my left and saw Spencer doing the same thing.

“Did you know that arachnids have asthma which is why they don’t run for extended periods of time, similarly to cheetahs?”

“Yes I did.”

His face scrunched up in an adorable manner, causing an involuntary giggle to fall past my lips.

“Well did you know that-“

“Ma’am?”

I turned to see a young woman with flaming red hair and a freckled face smiling at me, her green collared uniform top complimenting her eyes of a different shade wonderfully.

“Oh, hi, I’m Agent Y/l/n and this is Dr. Reid, we’re with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.”

Her expression shifted to a more confused one, her smile not leaving her face.

“What can I do for you two?”

“Is there an Alessia Copelas that works here, maybe volunteers on the weekends?” Spencer asked, his puppy dog eyes immediately warranting a response.

“Yeah, she volunteers here, she seems nice. Is she helping with an investigation?”

“Well we think that she may have some part in a series of murders.”

Her smile disappeared this time, turning into a cement frown as panic flooded her body.

“Oh God, was she- Is she a killer? Have I been working with a killer for all this time? I mean, I never had any shifts with her but from what I heard I thought she was so sweet-“

“Look,”

Reid glanced down to her name tag that read “Lillian” before meeting her eyes. His tongue darted out, licking his lips, a nervous habit of his I’d picked up on.

“Lillian, we aren’t sure if she’s the killer we just needed to get a feel on her and get some information regarding her personal life.”

She started frantically nodding her head, more trying to convince herself she was okay rather than ourselves. I looked over her shoulder at some exhibits, thinking to myself how this would end up being a waste of our time if this poor girl couldn’t get a grip on herself.

I was soon proven wrong when I looked over to see a young girl wearing an identical uniform to Lillian, probably somewhere between 23 and 24. She had untamed chocolate locks with bangs that stopped just above the shoulder, blemishes covering her T-Zone, and a rounded face to go with it.

The cherry on top? Under her arm she carried a small enclosure with what appeared to be amarynthis meneria, the same butterflies found on the victims.

I tapped Reid on the shoulder once as discreetly as possible, catching his attention. I heard him mutter a small “Oh God” before he told Lillian to walk away calmly and quickly. She ignored his request, turning to look at Alessia, letting out a blood curdling scream and sprinting the other direction.

“Shit.” I cursed, beginning to walk towards Alessia, Spencer by my side. I smiled at her, trying to appear friendly. Reid spoke up as we got closer.

“Hello, do you by any chance-“

wham!

“Spence!” I exclaimed, reaching down to help him up from where he had fallen from being whacked by the 4’2 pyscho that was Alessia Copelas.

“Did she get away?”

I turned to see her gone, the only sign she was even here being the forming bruise on the Dr’s face.

“Yeah. She did. I’m sorry, Reid, that was really stupid of me.” He shook his head, running his own hand over the raw skin.

“It’s fine, I would have done the same for you.” He looked up, and I wasn’t sure if it was my school-girl esque crush on him or the fact I just had another experience with a serial killer, but my heart was racing nonetheless.

————————

F.B.I. Field Office, New York, New York, 1 Day Earlier

The stress levels in the room were high.

Despite our best efforts, several more bodies had been found, New York’s narcissists were in a state of panic, and the spirits of the BAU were down to say the least.

“What? Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed, looking at Hotch in disbelief.

He rolled his chocolate eyes, fanning the folder containing the new information we had gathered on Alessia.

“I wish I was, Y/n. She’s off the grid completely, her apartment is empty, phone and credit cards have been deactivated, and the surgeon’s office hasn’t heard from her for 5 days. And the media has decided to give her the name ‘Butterfly Baron’, so she’s probably been fueled even further. We need a new lead before she strikes again.”

I scoffed, standing up and pushing my chair away.

“This is unbelievable. How many times do we have to reinforce the idea to local PD! Especially when the unsub is a self absorbed psycho, do not give them a name! God, I really cannot fathom this.”

I reached up, letting my hair down from where I had messily thrown it up upon my arrival to work that morning.

I stormed out of the room, my heels clicking behind me. I ignored Hotch’s calling of my name, making my way to the closest restroom.

I went in, locking the door behind him. I ran my hands through my roots, tugging just enough to where it hurt.

Turning the water to the left all the way, I splashed it from the stream leaving the faucet on to my face. I scratched my fingernails against the skin, wiping away the tears that had escaped.

“This is all your fault, y/n.” I whispered at myself in the mirror, doing my absolute best to engrain the message in my brain. I had my head hung in shame when a knock rang out.

“Y/n?”

It was Spencer. My mind started going a million miles a minute, thinking about why he could be there. With my voice raised a few octaves, I tried to scrape up a response.

“I’ll be out in a few, Spence.”

It was quiet for a split second, leaving me to foolishly dance around the idea that he had left me to wallow in my sorrowful thoughts.

“Y/n, Hotch wanted me to check on you. Are you ok?”

My heart slightly sank at the idea that he might’ve just come to check on me because he himself was worried. I discarded the thought, bringing myself back.

“Y/n can you please answer me? If you don’t open the door I’m gonna send in JJ or Emily.”

I sighed, wiping under my eyes where my mascara had smudged, begrudgingly walking over to the door. Just as my hand landed on the silver handle, his voice that was constantly playing in my head echoed out once more.

“Y/n, please? I need to know you’re okay. I’ll come in there myself.”

A soft smirk graced my face as I turned the handle to reveal a worried looking Spencer.

“Y/n, oh God, you had me worried.”

He was quiet when he spoke and his hair looked messy, like he had been running his slender fingers through it in a stress filled state.

I sniffled, attempting to still keep back tears that were still threatening to spill.

“I’m alright, Spencer. Really, I’m fine.”

He gave me a small smile, his eyes meeting my own.

“I know, it’s just that when I had my Diludad problem,” he hesitated.

“I would lock myself in bathrooms to shoot up, and I know you aren’t having a problem like that but I just was worried about you- what are you doing?”

I cut off his rambling by throwing my arms around his middle. He tensed, but quickly melted. He wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders and my waist, laying his head on mine.

“Y/n, I promise you, you’re doing your absolute best to stop Alessia. We wouldn’t even be where we are right now if you hadn’t made the connections. Those deaths are not your fault.”

My tears finally began to cascade like a waterfall, staining his shirt.

“I know, but it’s just like it is all my fault! I could have paid closer attention, or-or, I could have went after her at the zoo, it’s all my fucking fault, Reid.”

I sobbed into his shirt, my hand gripping his shirt like my life depended on it. Like if I let go I would fall into a deep, deep, endless hole.

His hand on my waist moved up to cradle my head.

“It’s not, I promise you-“

He was cut off mid sentence by the ringing of his phone.

“I am so, so sorry-”

I pulled away, breifly touching under my nose with my wrist, then moving a hair behind my ear.

“Nope, it’s fine, don’t worry.” Our words almost had overlapped each other as we clambered to fight the tension that had risen. I closed my eyes, tilting my head up, thinking about how unprofessional yet intimate our previous position had been. How wrong, yet how right it felt.

I kept running the moment through my head, the feeling of his warm figure encasing mine on replay.

His phone call played as background noise to the film playing in my brain, his voice calming me to an extent.

“Yeah, we’re on our way. Thanks, Morgan.”

He closed the phone with a snap, also snapping me out of my trance, putting the movie on pause.

“They’ve got a hit. Copelas was seen dropping by her old apartment.”

And for the first time since that Goddamn case had started, I smiled genuinely.

“Let’s go get her.”

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15 Minutes Prior, Central Park, New York

“Hotch?”

“Yes?” He looked back from where he was driving, following our lead in a rushed manner.

“What will we do if she...” I trailed off.

“Hypnotizes one of us?” He finished for me. I nodded solemnly.

The look on his face was conflicted and it took him a moment to come up with a response.

“We kill her before we have to kill one of our team members.”

He saw a look of uncertainty on my face and spoke up once more.

“And that’s an order.”

I nodded again, making eye contact with him through the rear view mirror. I fell back into my seat, closing my eyes briefly.

After a few more minutes on the road, we had arrived.

The doors all slammed to the SUVs, one after the other as we stepped out.

“The letter said that she would be here, somewhere here.”

The voice of Morgan was channeling through my earpiece, referring to the letter found at her apartment that she had left just for us.

“We ordered evac on citizens, correct?”

The unsure voice of JJ was also heard through the earpiece, her uncertainty quite unusual to hear.

“Yes, it was the first thing we did, Jayj.”

I whispered, a sly smirk from Spencer forming at my behavior.  

“Oh shut up.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

snap!

Our senses adapted, becoming dialed to 11 at the sound of a twig snapping under someone's feet.

“Was that you?” I mouthed to Spencer. He shook his head no and I silently cursed to whatever force was listening.

I nodded, which he then reciprocated, the pair of us slowly walking towards the source of the sound after he did.

“They’re going to remember me, I’ll go down in history.”

The voice was sing-songy and quiet, floating through the air. I took a shaky breath, continuing my steady pace.

My breathing momentarily halted soon after.

Different variations of “Oh my God”s, and loud gasps from almost everyone on the team flooded my ear canal at the horrifying sight in front of us.

Red. So much of it.

“Guys, I think we know what she’s been doing with the bodies’ blood.”

“No shit.” I muttered under my breath.

She was bathed in the blood, it looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

“Alright everyone, I want you to approach her as quietly as possible, Morgan, if you get the chance, corner her.”

Hotch’s voice was a stark contrast to her own, Derek’s response all the same.

—————————

Present Day, Central Park, New York

“But Agents, you still haven’t answered my question. They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

“Alessia Copeleas, FBI, come on, get up, lets go.”

Derek’s voice was stern, not asking, but demanding that Alessia come with us.

“I’m afraid I just can’t do that, Agents.”

She stood up abruptly, causing all of our weapons to rise. The sun reflected off of the silver metal of Reid’s gun, sparkling in a stunning way that caught me off guard.

We all were trying to act as if we were in total control of the situation, but we could tell that us nor Copelas really believed that. Her words were her weapon, and this was the one time where words could hurt, but sticks and stones had virtually no power.

“Take another step and we will have no hesitation to fire.”

She smirked, rolling her eyes.

“If you do, will I be famous you think? You think they’ll hear about me back home?”

Her curls softly blew in the wind, making her appear almost harmless, maybe even endearing, if it wasn’t for the hardening coat of human blood soaking her clothes and seeping from her skin.

“Is that what you want? The kids back home and everyone here to hear about you? You want ‘Butterfly Baron’ written on every billboard in Times Square, your picture painted in museums, films to be made in your honor?” Reid was the one who spoke up this time, his voice remaining strong. Her eyes shone with a sickening excitement at what he said.

“You want to be famous?”

She nodded vigorously.

“Too bad.”

My eyes widened, surprised at the detour the conversation had taken.

“What-what do you mean?”

“Please, the only thing people will hear about is a sad, boring little girl from a small town who killed to feel better about herself. They’ll forget about you in a week, who knows, maybe they’ll even grow an infatuation with your town, someone you went to school with may get as lucky as to catch their big break!” He laughed, while Alessia looked absolutely devastated.

“You? You’ll be a nobody.”

“That’s not true! I’ll go down in history, and they won’t! I’m the fucking butterfly baron for hells sake! All these people?” She gestured towards her field of bodies.

“You won’t remember their names, maybe not even their pretty faces, but me? I’ll live forever.”

Her nostrils flared and she strode over to Reid with purpose. The safety on my glock clicked off, but Spencer motioned for me to wait. So I did.

“You know, Agent-“

“It’s Doctor.”

This visibly agitated her even more as she started her sentence over again.

“Doctor, you have a beautiful bone structure. Absolutely perfect. Symmetrical, not to mention just flat out stunning.”

A glaze formed over Spencer’s honey eyes at her words. He lowered his gun momentarily before turning towards me, Copelas doing the same.

“And you, Agent. Wow. I feel like I’m in an art exhibit, you’re gorgeous. I think the Doctor man here would agree.”

As he lifted his revolver at me, the situation became all too real as I understood what was happening.

I either had to shoot the man that I was struggling to admit I was beginning to love, or died at the hands of the very same man.

Tears flooded my eyes, all safeties were turned down, and all guns were pointed at Reid.

“Spence, please.”

My voice was weak, something that seemed to bring Alessia lots of joy.

She laughed before talking again, commanding Spencer.

“Pathetic, really! Spence”, she mocked,“shoot her.”

“No!”

bang!

whack!

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Present Day, Somewhere In The Sky, The Jet

I opened my eyes from where I had been tackled to the ground by Hotch, surveying my surroundings to see Alessia laying on the grass, the source of her gunshot wound non-distinguishable from the previous blood on her body.

I looked to the right to see where Spencer had crumpled to, his frame bent in a discombobulated position.

“Spencer!” I cried out, crawling over to him like some sort of dog,

“What happened to him?”

“Y/n, he was going to shoot you-“

“I don’t care you should have let him!”

I cradled his head in my lap, allowing my pent up tears to fall.

“Y/n?”

My eyes snapped open for real this time, my mind calmed at the sight of Spencer sitting next to me on the couch, gently shaking my shoulder in an attempt to wake me from my nightmare.

“Spencer! Sorry, was I too loud?”

He chuckled, gesturing to the rest of the sleeping plane around us.

“You’re fine, I wasn’t sleeping, I decided to reread ‘Fahrenheit 451’ for nostalgia purposes. And you weren’t that loud, you just looked like you were having a bad dream.”

I chuckled at the not-so outlandish idea in an attempt to diminish it from his mind and move on.

“I’m fine. But fun fact, I did have nightmares after reading ��The Veldt’. Seriously, I don’t get how you can just reread Bradbury’s stuff all the time.”

The genius scoffed, starting a rant on how Ray Bradbury’s storytelling was just classic literature and deserved to be reread, thus successfully changing the topic as I hoped my statement would. Although soon after, he caught on much quicker than I would have liked him to.

“And not to mention, The Veldt alone could be seen as a forewarning to the 21st century and beyond, even Bradbury himself supported that interpretation-‘

I gave him a tired smile, enjoying his rambling like I always did.

“-and you totally just got me to change the subject.”

“I was wondering when you were gonna catch up.”

“Hey!”

He laughed as I rested my head on my hand, trying to fall back asleep.

“Really, I can tell those nightmares are bad. What’s going on?” He questioned, his tone empathetic and compassionate.

“It���s nothing, Reid. I just keep seeing in the park, when Alessia got shot and you-you got hurt but instead of getting up like you did in real life, you just…”

I trailed off, not wanting to relive the negative dream any longer for fear of the tears that were pricking my eyes escaping.

“It’s okay, that didn’t happen, I’m right here.”

He pulled me into a hug, allowing me to bury my head in the crook of his neck, his warmth consuming me once more, a sequel to the film from earlier.

“I know, but what if it hadn’t?” I asked as I pulled away.

He shook his head, reaching for his wallet.

“In this job, this course of work, we can’t focus on ‘what if’s’. In this job, we also get nightmares, all of us. It happens.”

He slid a picture over to me, it was of a happy family. The edges were worn from years of being carried, but the picture seemed loved.

“Gideon gave me that when my nightmares started. He told me about how those families we save everyday, and how that’s what makes what we do worth it. And I know you didn’t know Gideon personally, or the work on the specific case with that family, but I want you to have it anyway-“

I cut him off by throwing my arms around his neck, attempting to speak despite being muffled by his fluffy sweater.

“Thank you, Spence. Truly.”

I smiled, and I imagined he was doing the same.

“No problem y/n. Anytime.”

I moved my legs over to be tucked underneath my arms, leaning into Reid. He wrapped his arm around me, also leaning in. We both managed to fall asleep for the remainder of the ride in our state of content, but not before he managed to sleepily call out my name.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“When we land do you wanna go on a date or somethin’?”

I smiled at him, separating from his form just long enough to see that beautiful face of his.

“Without a doubt.”

🂦∙🂦∙🂦

AHAHAHHAHAHAHA I’M WAY TOO HAPPY WITH THAT LMAOOO but anyway chile- 

i don’t have some long ass paragraph to write this time omg wig, i’m just proud asf of my work for once (except for the zoo part ngl kinda didn’t like it😳) 

😛✨vibes✨ love u, xx hj

[ethanramseyyy]

Open Heart : Third Year Chapter 3

I feel like this chapter was definitely more of a filler chapter for the storylines but I did really enjoy it and again I loved the patient in this chapter. Especially the superhero scene. So heartwarming!

So it began with the team discussing the new patient. Mc walked in and saw Harper and Ethan reminiscing about a time together from when they were in a relationship. As soon as I saw this I was about to scream because I thought PB were still trying to force this whole jealously storyline on us, but then we got a diamond scene with Harper and I loved it. It finally cleared everything up and now they better be best friends because Harper is my fave. “A smile lingering on his lips”. Ethan is such a simp and I love it. The way Mc genuinely makes him so happy, like they are the most adorable couple ever. I can not.

I like that Mc and Harper finally got to work on a case together as a duo. I feel as though this chapter was based mainly on trying to develop their relationship more, which I like because since she has joined the diagnostics team we haven’t really spent any time together. Suzette was an angel. I loved her character so much but her story was so sad. First she had to suffer from cancer and now this.

Then we went to give Suzette a scan and we were met with this robot thing. I really do not know how I feel about Bloom’s new inventions all over the place. It seems like he’s looking at this hospital as more of an investment for his financial gain and not a way to help patients and medicine advance. I hate him so much. To be honest I thought the robot Binx was kinda cute. It is defo a way for Bloom to be listening in on our conversations though. Wouldn’t be surprised if he has placed mics into plant plots around the hospital. The next diamond scene was one of my faves from the book so far (yes I know we are only on chapter 3 but still). The main reason was because we finally got more of an insight into Ethan and Harpers relationship. I picked the option to find out more about Ethan and Harper and not because I am jealous. I did it because I’m truly just curious on how their relationship was and why they broke up. Let me tell you I am so happy that Harper is more of a main character in this book, because I adore her character so much. It is really nice to see this nicer and more sweet side to her now she isn’t in charge. I completely understand they are exes and feelings don’t just go away, also it takes Ethan sooooo long to open up ( as we know ) and obviously he opened to Harper so I think its sweet they are still close. Honestly, Harper giving us the confidence boost and talking about how good Mc has been for the team was so heartwarming. PB better make them besties right now. And when she said she is glad we made it through his hearing. We don’t deserve her kindness.

Raf and Bryce stans now rise. WOW! The shirtless scene with the boys playing basketball. Im romancing Ethan but I cant say I didn’t enjoy it XD. I didn’t pick the diamond scene with Bryce because I don’t want anything romantic with him but let me tell you I am so happy that everyone is being treated equally. This is what we like to see. I actually can’t believe they were thinking of removing Raf. Imagine.

Actually don’t because he is too precious.

Telling Suzette that there was nothing we could do for her was so sad. She didn’t deserve that. So obviously to help her I picked the diamond scene. It wasn’t the best scene but it was the cutest and worth the diamonds in my eyes. The costumes and us acting out a scene for the children in the hospital was so so so sweet. I didn’t really get any pictures of the interactions with the children because I was enjoying the scene too much. But it was really nice to see Mc doing what she does best. Making people happy. Mc is honestly the best doctor ever. No one can tell me anything different.

Leland freaking Bloom. This guy. I will happily volunteer to kill him. Modern problems need modern solutions. Ethans sarcastic comment about knocking instead of walking in was everything. I love angry Ethan. Almost as much as I love jealous Ethan. I just love him but anywaysss... I mean don’t get me wrong I like that we are researching her condition and hopefully finding a way to help her but still. And I love her character but something is telling me he is doing this for all the wrong reasons.

The money.

The popularity.

Not to actually find a cure for her illness. I HATED his comment about it being his hospital and we have to follow his rules if we want to continue working here. For some reason I feel like that’s foreshadowing that some people are going to end up quitting because of him. And I swear if its any of our friends I will riot.

Like I said I think that this chapter was more of a filler for the storyline but honestly I really enjoyed it especially since we finally got to clear up this whole Harper issue. Well I wouldn’t even call it an issue, we were being forced to dislike her which I have said previously will not happen. I am thoroughly enjoying Book 3 so far and I’m super excited for the rest of the book!!!

[adventures-on-foster-island]

Adoption Application Recieved!

Name: Rowan Mackinnon

Age: 19

Region, city/route... or describe the climate you live in: Wedgehurt in Galar.

Home size: ground floor and first floor aswell as a garden and a large patch of land owned around our house. About 200 miles.

Other people or Pokémon in your home: In the house it is me and my partner. We live with a Munchlax, Galvantula, Zoura, and a Vulpix. I’m hoping to get them someone to play with.

Also Noibat occasionally goes in the house because he feels safest here.

How many hours are you away from home per week for school/work? I am in part time college which is 4-6hours two times a week and i work at the farm which is around the house anyway. My partner is a ranger and the land around us is classed as protected so they work nearby to the house and usually at home if others are around too.

Any allergies or aversions? Im allergic to galarian Meowths and I want to avoid Pokémon who don't live in Galar, including the Isle of Armour.

Tell me about yourself, and what your goals for you and your new Pokémon are, as well as anything else you think I should know.

I run a small wild farm. Pokémon come and go as they please, however I do breed Pokémon from time to time. I make sure their homes are perfect for them. My farm has various different areas Pokémon find perfect to live in. I also have a enclosed garden I can use for the new friend so they can get use to other Pokémon around outside. They will have access inside as well. After that, I'll allow them free range of the outdoors. Though, I'll check on how their doing, and we have shelters for Pokémon as well as tracking chips for all Pokémon in case of any issues.

Alright Rowan, I'm happy to inform you that due to your property size and your partner's status as a Ranger, you're eligible to adopt two Pokémon if you'd like to. The two spoke over the phone, and decided it would be best to bring the two most promising candidates to Rowan's farm to make sure they like all their new friends, including the small herd and a few Lotad on the farm.

Ellisa woke early this morning to prepare for a trip to Galar. Her mom and siblings came to watch the Island for the day. Dusk, her Drifblim, was saddled with a hanging basket for the passengers, who were waiting patiently to go to their potential new home.

"Alright kids, load up. We have a long flight to Galar ahead of us." A nervous Galarian Ponyta colt stepped cautiously into the basket, followed by a relaxed flowering Lotad, who then asked to be picked up. Pearl, Ellisa’s Gardevoir, wearing a back pack, obliged the little plant, and closed the gate behind them. Ellisa had offered to put the Pokémon in balls for the trip, but they wanted to see the sights on the way. There's no better way to sight see than from a Drifblim, Ellisa thought. As the basket rose from the ground, Ponyta let out a whine, and stamped his feet lightly, getting used to the change in elevation. Ellisa pet his head and soothed him until he seemed more comfortable.

Most of the journey was over the ocean, although the coasts of Johto and Sinnoh were visible for some time as the group traveled north. Lotad looked with bright eyes over Snowpoint city, having never seen snow before.

"Just wait until we pass over the Crown Tundra little guy, It's absolutely beautiful." Indeed, his excitement increased as we flew lower over the tundra. Snowflakes landed on both Pokémon, causing little squeals of joy. Soon enough, Wedgehurst was visible over the horizon.

"Rowan said his farm was just outside Wedgehurst. We should see it soon." As Ellisa finished her sentence, she saw the river that cuts through the field and disappears into the forest. Several Ponyta and Mudbray galloped through the patches of short and tall grass, the river was alive with water type Pokémon, and a beautiful garden with a green house decorated the land. A lilly pond sat in the garden, and the distant figures of a person and their partner Zoroark were the last things Ellisa noticed before looking for a place to land. She settled on a patch of short grass near the pond, and Dusk slowly floated towards the ground.

Rowan walked over to the group, releasing their Gardevoir in case any extra help was needed. A Sylveon followed closely behind him wearing a little diabetic alert vest.

"Morning! Hope your journey was pleasant. These are Nyx, Opheila, and Serena." Rowan greeted as he pointed to each Pokémon, before scratching Serena's head and ribbons. "The other Lotad are in the pond at the moment, and I'm sure you saw the herd." Rowan extended his hand to shake, which Ellisa took excitedly in her grasp.

"The journey was lovely. I think the youngsters enjoyed the experience as a whole. I have a service Pokémon named Nyx as well!" She pulled a ball out of her bag and released an Umbreon, who nuzzled into Ellisa’s leg. "She helps me with anxiety and ADHD, along with my boy Pan, an Espeon who stayed at the island today. You have a lovely property." Pearl put down the Lotad, who stretched out his legs and sniffed the dirt. The Ponyta looked eagerly at Ellisa, waiting to be told he could go for a run with the others.

"He can go off if you're alright with it, I'll just make sure they're in eye sight and that Nyx is nearby since the others do as she says. There shouldn't be any problems." The breeder smiled and made sure that his treat bag was secure. "We can give you a tour of the place."

"Run along little one. Have fun, but don't go too far okay?" Ellisa pat his back for reassurance, and he took off clumsily after the herd. "You too Lotad," she knelt to talk to him, "Can you get to the pond by yourself?" He nodded happily and started his waddle to meet new friends. "I would love that! It would give those two some time to get to know the others, and make sure they all get along."

Serena got up and curled his ribbons round Rowan's arm. Nyx wondered off to the herd, and Rowan turned to Opheila. "Make sure Flowers doesn't stay out of the pool for too long, and keep a eye on them all for me, please, Opheila." The Gardevoir nodded and headed off toward the pond. Ellisa told Dusk to rest up, returning them to their ball.

The, now smaller, group began their tour around the farm. As they left the garden, Rowan turned to Ellisa, "I've been meaning to ask you if there was anything special I should know about those two."

"Lotad's bloom attracts Combee, but they don't bother him. He's super easy going, and will do any favor you ask of him, which can get him stepped on. Ponyta has a lot of energy. He's still really young, only four months, but runs like a mad man. Otherwise, I assume since you already have some members of both of these species, that you can take care of them just fine."

Rowan grinned shyly and rubbed the back of their head, "Yeah, I've been tending to these Pokémon for a while. I think this Lotad will get along well with one of ours. We've nicknamed him 'Flowers' because he likes flowers so much that we catch him wandering away from the pond. We've been planting flowers around it to encourage him to stay, but a flowering friend may do the trick. Also, that's good to know! I've been trying to get Combee here for ages."

"If you want Combee, I recommend replacing some of this grass," Ellisa gestured around at the surrounding land, "with clover. Your herd will love it as well, and it doesn't grow as tall, limiting up-keep. Lotad is also nearly at the age of maturity, meaning you could cross breed him to have more flowering variants to attract more Combee if you wanted."

Nyx whined and nudged Ellisa’s leg. The caretaker reached down to touch her, realizing that her partner was cold. Pearl picked up on what was happening instantly, and dug through her bag for a jacket, helping Ellisa put it on the dark type. As the group continued their tour, they came upon a building.

"These are the stables, but I'm having another built on the opposite side of the field that will be more open and airy for summer. My partner and I have been looking into Pokémon safe natural foods, including more kinds of grasses, since we'd like to give them the best possible lives. Thank you for recommending clover, I'll be sure to get some."

The group began to circle back around to the pond when Rowan remembered something. "Oh I almost forgot to mention, a friend of mine recommended you to me. It's Noire, she adopted a Houndoom from you named Violette."

Ellisa's eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't know you and Noire knew eachother! What a small world. Her and my line of work are similar, you know? I mean, her's is more on the educational side, but we have the same goal. I was so happy to adopt out Violette to her. They make a good team."

"Yeah, we met through another friend of mine who is a ghost type breeder, since they used to work together on ghost type education. I was actually thinking about taking your breeding suggestion with Lotad and using the baby variants to teach people about grass type variants so that maybe someone else won't make the same mistake as this one's previous trainer, thinking that they are sick. I've always loved grass types, and Lotad are an old favorite of mine, but I've never had a flowering one before. This is an exciting change."

As they approached the pond, Ellisa could see that the herd had stopped to take a drink from the pond and rest. They seemed to get along great with their newest member, who was playfully nibbling one of the Mudbray. Rowan's Zoroark, Nyx, was nearby, leaning against a tree as they kept a watchful eye. Opheila sat with her feet in the pond, smiling happily. As they got closer, Ellisa saw the Lotad variant floating calmly in front of her as another stared in awe at his water lily, seemingly entranced by it. Ellisa got a little sad, knowing that she would have to say good bye to these two, but also knew that they had found their perfect forever homes and would be happiest here.

Rowan brought Ellisa out of her contemplation, asking, "Can people adopt again? These two are such a perfect fit for our home, and since we have so much space we would love to help out more abandoned Pokémon."

"You'll need to catch these two in a Pokéball today to register them to your ID, and we will have to have a visit again in six months to check on everything, but since your property is so large you'll be able to adopt more at that time. You could even become a transfer site for foster Pokémon that the facility can't care for, such as ice types during the spring and summer months or very large Pokémon that the island can't support. I'll keep your adoption application on file to make the process smoother next time."

While filling out the paperwork, Rowan and their partner Raven decided on Clurichaurn as a name for the Ponyta. They also offered Lotad a few names to pick from, with Opheila as a translator, and he chose Kaj. Ellisa said goodbye to everyone, wishing the two she was leaving good luck in their new home, before releasing Dusk once again for the flight back home.

@poke-breeder-rowan

[heartjwi]

the first day of camp wasn’t all that bad. after arriving at the campsite, the camp counselor gave everyone the rest of the day off to rest and settle in their cabins. you and most of the girls got separated from each other but luckily you got to share a cabin with chaeryeong. 

fast forward to the next day of camp, the camp counselors arranged their annual team building competition between the two camp teams, yellow and orange. you were in team orange together with chaeryeong, renjun, chenle and haechan while the team yellow consisted of yeji, lia, ryujin, jeno, jaemin and jisung. 

after all the crawling, climbing, falling, sliding, swimming activities, the competition has finally come to an end with team orange winning. now it was dinner time or the celebration of winning the yearly competition. 

you and chaeryeong sat by a table waiting for the boys to come with your food. “i’m so tired” you whined, stretching your tired muscles. “jesus i can’t feel my legs” chae complains, massaging her thigh. “our dearest ladies, here’s your food” chenle places down two plates filled with combinations of meat and rice. 

the boys all sat down and together you all said your thanks and dug in. 

“i don’t think i can see a tree the same again after today” hyuck puts down his utensils after finishing his plate. “jesus hyuck you’re already finished?!” you exclaimed, staring at his clean ass plate. hyuck suddenly burps then covers his mouth. “bitch i carried our entire team” he boasts. 

chenle and renjun both roll their eyes before smacking hyuck on the back. “hey! i just finished eating!” haechan points a finger at the two chinese boys making them chuckle. suddenly, someone slides next to you. you turned around and see it was jisung. 

“oh look, the loser team are here” chenle laughs, making space for the rest of your friends to sit. “fuck you dude” jeno curses, sitting down next to him. “ah yes the whole squad is here” you smile widely, looking at all your friends. “i’m really glad camp is over now” jisung huffs. “agreed” lia agrees, leaning on jaemin.

“the counselor said we have the rest of the night to make the rest of the trip worth it so y’all want to roast marshmallows?” renjun proposes to the group to which everyone agreed on doing. you all stood up from your table and went to another area around camp where you could set up a small campfire.

—

“everyone got their marshmallows?” yeji asks the group. “yes yeji” everyone choruses making her giggle. “let’s roast them!” jaemin tells the group all excitedly. everyone was now roasting their marshmallows in peace before hyuck opens up a game where everyone would share their opinion on either a person or a thing. 

after multiple rounds of talking about nonsense topics, it was finally your turn again. “okay y/n, what’s your opinion on jeno?” jaemin asked. you freeze at his question and suddenly the atmosphere turns awkward. jisung visibly stiffens at the question too.

“well, i thought he was really good looking when i first saw him and i didn’t expect that something would happen between us but then you know what happened next but he’s really sweet to me and i wouldn’t want it in another way even if things are different now” you answered honestly. you watched jeno’s cheek turn into a light pink color and everyone’s mouths minus jisung agape. 

“okay next person.. jisung’s turn!” hyuck changes the topic after your sentence. “guys, i’m gonna go pee” you tell the group. they all hummed and focused their attention on jisung.

—

“okay since y/n’s gone for a bit, what’s your opinion about her” haechan gets straight to the point. jisung chokes on his saliva hearing the question. “c’mon bro, like we can’t read you anymore” chenle presses on. “just be honest with us” lia pouts. jisung suddenly stands up, towering everyone in the circle.

“i don’t have any opinion about her” jisung says, making everyone groan. “that’s a fucking lie” chaeryeong comments. “we’ve seen the way you look at her!” renjun adds on making jisung scoff slightly. 

in the midst of the bickering, jeno can’t seem to focus at the conversation as he stares at the trail you followed, waiting for your return. without saying anything, he decides to follow you in case you get lost which is most likely about to happen.

“c’mon jisung, you’re not gonna say anything just because jeno is here?” chenle whines motioning his head towards jeno’s direction. “wait, where’s jeno?” chenle suddenly asks, staring at the empty spot where jeno was sitting in just a moment ago. 

“jeno!” renjun calls out into the woods. “wait, y/n’s taking a while to get back too!” yeji points out. “could it be jeno followed y/n?” jaemin speculates. jisung mutters something under his breath to which chenle caught on. “wait jisung i’m coming with you!” he says, following his best friend.

“hey where are you two going?” hyuck asks the two boys. “to find y/n” jisung looks at hyuck in the eye before walking away from the campfire together with chenle.

—

“ah~ i’m relieved now” you chuckled,  rubbing your tummy. you grabbed the flashlight that was hanging from the tree branch and walked back to the trail you were following. “wait.. which direction was it again?” you asked yourself staring at the trail, debating on going to the left or right direction. “fuck” you muttered.

you suddenly see light coming from your right, you point your flashlight over to the direction and saw jeno coming. “jeno!” you call out, waving your flashlight in the air. jeno spots you and jogs over. “y/n! don’t wander off like that again!” he scolds, a stern look on his face. “i was worried” he pouts. “sorry i took awhile” you apologized. jeno shakes his head, and grabs your hand, “c’mon let’s head back to the group.”

—

“did you find them?” hyuck asks the moment chenle and jisung return from the search. jisung shakes his head no and sits down on the log, staring at his hands knowing jeno must’ve already found you.

“jisung!” 

jisung snaps his head up when he heard you calling him. he stands up abruptly and runs to the direction of your voice and there he sees a sight that was not too pleasing in his eyes—jeno holding your hand. you see his face turn into an unreadable expression. realizing jeno was still holding your hand, you yank your hand back and run over to jisung.

“hey-” “are you leading me on?” jisung cuts you off. you looked at him, bewildered. “what-” “do you like jeno or not cause i’m tired of us all over each other but in the end you still go to jeno” he cuts you off again. you were taken a back on what he just said. leading him on? going to jeno?

“you don’t control who i like, jisung!” you retort making jisung stop in his tracks. realizing how you worded the sentence, it sounds like you have feelings for both jisung and jeno. “wait jisung that’s not what i meant” you tried to grap the hem of his shirt but it was too late, jisung was now walking ahead of you. “sorry for being in your way with jeno then” he says coldly leaving you in the middle of the woods with jeno right behind you.

“yo what happened?” jeno asked, looking at your sad expression. “it’s nothing, let’s go back to the group now” you brushed him off, walking back to your group of friends.

—

“there you guys are!” renjun stands up and goes to you and jeno, same with the girls. “what took you so long!” lia starts nagging at you and checking your arms in case you got bitten or stung by an insect. 

“i’m gonna head back to the cabin now, i’m tired” jisung waves goodbye at everyone, not sparing a glance at your direction making you frown. yeji notices and whispers, “what’s wrong?” in your ear. “nothing yej, i’m getting tired” you lied, faking a smile. yeji nods slowly, not buying it.

“okay guys, let’s all go head back to our cabins so we can prepare our stuff to go home tomorrow!” hyuck tells the group, putting out the fire. “goodnight everyone!” you all exchanged goodnight’s to each other before heading back to your respective cabins with a heavy heart.

along the lines of — thirty one [ prev | next | masterlist ]

↬ park jisung, known as the coldest guys around campus finds himself falling for someone behind the scenes. without ruining his reputation, he shows his feelings evident through anonymous messages in hopes his feelings would go away. spoiler alert, they won’t.

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a/n: IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG ASS UPDATE I GOT TOO BUSY WITH SCHOOL HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR IT + bf proofread this sooo

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Drama CD Flower and Oni Translation

First post of the month! so as always, I’ll once again start by asking you to please support me if you can either on ko-fi, through paypal or patreon  for access to my blog post translations or just to support me (current special access is my translation of the seventh Saito Ginsei no Shou chater)... also let me know if you have any hakuoki drama cds that you’d be willing to share that are on my looking for list since i either do not have audio for those cds or do not have audio that i can share... 

btw, was there an image of the sky in SSL that matches the one here? sorta want it for something but can’t exactly remember if it was in the game cuz i haven’t picked up my vita in a long while since i screwed mine up....

also, to whom it may it concern: 中秋快乐! slightly delayed tho lol.

Anyway, this is my translation of the Hakuoki MesseSanoh store exclusive drama cd  - Flower and Oni “花と鬼.”

one of the dramas i found back in june... at the time, i coincidentally obtained CH translations of all the other Tokuten cds that were released with the ps2 Hakuoki Shinsengumi Kitan game (based on info from tokio-fujita’s drama cd livejournal page). no idea when i’ll get to those.... since all the ones that haven’t been translated yet are +10min long (i did somehow manage to obtain the audio for all of them months before i got the CH tls for em).

Also, there was one sentence missing in the tl for this. had the translation of it commissioned from @jokertrap-ran​. left that text in bold.

enjoy~ final edits will be done when i do a video for it (i’m 90% sure the sighs/laughter and other misc sounds weren’t translated properly in the text i found but oh well).

Hakuoki MesseSanoh Store Exclusive Drama CD Flower and Oni

Translation by KumoriYami

Kondou: Hah......to be able to relax on the porch/corridor/veranda while enjoying the flowers, it really is nice.

Souji: Areh? Kondou-san? What are you doing over here?

Kondou: Oh, Souji, do you want a cup of tea? Come, sit here.

Souji: Are you appreciating the flowers right now?

Kondou: Although there are assignments, and despite how every day is recently bloody [reword later], it's really nice to be able to appreciate the flowers like this once in a while

Souji: It's really nice, the sun is warming and shining brightly, and the blooming sakura are beautiful.

Kondou: Yes

Souji: Nn, it's really nice [says comfortable/feeling well].

Kondou: haha, Souji, have another cup of tea.

(footsteps)

Souji: I won't be polite then.

Kondou: Nn, those footsteps are quite noisy.

Souji: Those footsteps, they're Hijikata-san's.

Hijikata: Really, everyone is like this......

Souji: Look, I guessed correctly.

Kondou: haha, that's really amazing.

Hijikata: What, it if isn't Kondou-san and Souji.

Kondou: You don't look that happy, Toshi, come have a cup of tea.

Hijikata: You two are really relaxed, to be drinking tea while enjoying the flowers. 

Souji: I think this is better than drinking, or it because we're not having sake that you're angry?

Hijikata: Kondou-san, this concerns the warriors who recently joined our ranks.

Kondou: Ah, it seems that a lot of people have gathered, so the Shinsengumi will get better and better in the future.

Hijikata: If only if that were the case.

Kondou: Nn, what's the problem?

Hijikata: I was training the new members just now. Although it's good there are many new recruits [says volunteers. if audio doesn't have xin in it, i'll change it to interested volunteers], a lot of them are lazy and completely useless, few of them can be used/can be put to use.

Souji: Isn't it your job to train them? Vice-commander Hijikata. [check for -san]

Hijikata: Souji don't just relax and drink tea, you should be training them with me. 

Souji: No/Don't wanna.

Hijikata: What?! For what reason?

Souji: Because I'm resting right now.

Hijikata: It doesn't matter if you are or aren't resting. If the executives don't take the lead, what is to be done? tell me [answer me]!

Souji: Really. Here we go again. It's because you take these arbitrary and out of place actions, that everyone gets annoyed [more literally: bored].

Hijkata: Oh, who's fed up with me [then]? I'll ask you to give me their names.

Souji: You didn't notice? Hijikata-san, you're unexpectedly slow.

Hijikata: Hey, I say [literal translation. i'm assuming this is more along the lines of 'say that again!']

Kondou: Come on, come on [im guessing the audio is 'ma, ma'], you two should let it be. Come, calm down and and look at the sakura......

Hijikata: don't say anything else Kondou-san, this is Souji's and my problem.

Souji: Sorry, Kondou-san, I don't want to bother you, you can look [at them] by yourself.

Kondou: Ah, is that so?

Souji: I've wonder, but is Hijikata-san's way of doing things really okay?

Hijikata: What? Souji. Do you have a problem/complaints with me? [Or] are you looking down on me/[Or it] just that you hate me?

Kondou:  What am I, your nanny!?

[will probably change that to ‘what are you, his nanny?’ for language flow]

Souji: No/That's not it? Anyway, I'm still the First Division Captain of the Shinsengumi.

Hijikata: If you're a captain, you should act like one, and take care of the team members.

Souji: I have taken care of it [that].

Kondou: To be fighting in front of beautiful flowers...... really what a headache. As a warrior/samurai, how can you not enjoy the cherry blossoms?!

Hijikata: What is there to look at/see, it's because of this that I work so hard.

Souji: You're not happy/Are you upset? I thought Hijikata-san was quite willing/happy to do this.

Hijikata: What?!

Kondou: Oh, right, I've thought of something good, both of you listen. As the chief of the Shinsengumi, I have a proposal.

Hijikata: What?

Souji: What?

Kondou: In order to promote friendlier relations within the team members, how about holding a hanami/sakura viewing party?

Hijikata: Kondou-san, do you know what time it is right now?

Souji: I approve/support that. I think that that the team members will improve after those that don't know each other are able to deepen their friendship.

Kondou: Nn, thats it/like that, I also wanted to say that.

Souji: That's just like Kondou-san, you're different from a certain someone who is difficult to deal with.

Hijikata: Souji, say that again!

Souji: What?

Hijikata: well, i finally understand. compared to those new guys, souji, you're the one that's useless.

Souji: If yo're too harsh, the new recruits will run away. Hijikata-san, drink some tea and calm down.

Hijikata: You!

Kondou: Toshi, take a teacup and quickly drink.

Hijikata: Ah.

Souji: then i should probably go back to training.

Kondou: You're going, Souji?

Souji: Yes, Kondou-san. But, don't let everyone run away from the training grounds again. [tho that's an accurate tl, i'm guess this should be more among the lines of "But I can't help it/it's not my fault if everyone runs away from the training grounds again/ But make sure that no one runs away from the training grounds again]

Kondou: Oh?

Souji: they all ran away as soon as they saw my face Why is that?

Hijikata: That's because you're way of teaching is extremely bad. Really, your swordsmanship is better than everyone else's/you are one of the best swordsmen, but why are you so incapable? Listen Kondou-san, rather than training other people, this guy loves fighting way more. Everyone was beaten to the point where they could't get up off the ground.

Kondou: Then it's understandable for why the team members are unwilling.

Souji: Ahaha, to speak of being gentle, I really didn't expect those words from the demon vice-commander.

Kondou: What, in fact Toshi is a very gentle man, right, Toshi?

Hijikata: Hn, who knows.

Kondou: That's how it is, be gentle to everyone.

Souji: Yes yes, but, i've really been gentle with everyone. Then I'll be going. Kondou-san, thank you for your hospitality.

Kondou: Ah, I'll be counting on you [tl literally: please requesting you. check audio]

Souji: Yes.

(souji walks away)

Hijikata: Hah, well, never mind that guy.

Kondou: Do you want another cup of tea?

HIjikaa: Ah, another cup.

Kondou: Then I'll have another as well.

Hijikata: Souji's way of teaching is extremely rough/cruel, so it's unclear if he's actually training other people, or using them for himself to practice.

Kondou: That's because he takes what he does for granted/his success for granted, which is why it's impossible for him to understand those who are unable to.

Hijikata: That guy is still a child, he sticks his foot into everything, but always gets bored immediately after.

Kondou: You don't quite understand souji.

Hijikata: everyone will probably run away again [?].

Kondou: If you're worried, you should go and see.

Hijikata: Eh, there's nothing to be done about that/no way around it then, I'll be going then/I'll be going.

Kondou: I'll go too.

Hijikata: No need, Kondou-san you should just stay here and relax.

Kondou: Nn?

Hijikata: It's because you're the face of the Shinsengumi. The trivial matters of the troop, it's best for you not to be involved in them at all, I'll deal with everything.

Kondou: Nn, is that so? I'm sorry.

Hijikata: the tea was verry good. Then I'll see you later.

(hijikata leaves)

Kondou:　Oh. It seems that the beauty of sakura has no effect on an oni. Heh. Good grief.

　 Hijikata Toshizou, Miki Shin'ichirō Okita Souji, Morikubo Shōtaro  Shōtarō Kondou Isami, Ōkawa Tōru

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image from suruga-ya.

[atiny-piratequeen]

Amber Romance

Pairing: Femdom Reader x Yeosang

Genre: Smut, Pwp, Fluff

WC: 6.4k+

Tags: Smut, Established Relationship, Gentle Femdom, Scent Kink, Masturbation (Male Receiving), Pegging, Fingering (Male Receiving), Riding (Female Receiving), Slight Overstimulation

Summary: Yeosang is worried about you missing his last Wonderland performance with the team, so you give him your sweater so he won't be sad while you're away.It's laced with the scent of you and Yeosang finds himself in a rather...interesting predicament when he notices how he starts associating your scent with all of your more...heated nights together

AO3 Link 

Tag List: @kimnamshiks @thereal-smolchild @sonhyunnywoo(just bc you told me to tag you in all my works i hope im not being annoying-) @angel0taiyo @atiny-dazzlinglight

“You’re not gonna miss our last performance, right?” Yeosang inquired hesitantly, frowning as he watched you pack a sizeable suitcase into your car. Mingi was beside you, looking guilty as he looked between you both.

“Are you sure this is alright, Y/n? I can always ask manager-nim to drive me to Incheon-”

You held up your finger, gently quieting the red headed idol as you sent Yeosang a kind and understanding look.

“Mingi and I are just going to check up with the doctors, run some tests, and let him see his family while he’s there. You boys are busy with promotions, so I’m not gonna bother your manager when he’s already so busy. Besides, I’m kinda his underling, so it looks good if I can do this when he needs someone to take care of Mingi. I promise we’ll be back for your performance, Yeosangie.” You soften your voice, cupping his cheek to kiss him lighty.

Yeosang hummed against your lips, nodding after the two of you broke apart. Yunho clapped him on the shoulder as the others filed out of the dorms to give both you and Mingi hugs, waving goodbye to the both of you.

“Ah, Yeosang here-” You reached into your car’s back seat, passing him your favorite sweater. It was an overgrown one, so it could easily fit him. Yeosang blinked in confusion as you pushed the cotton sweater into his hands.

“Just wear that while I’m gone and think of me! I’ll be back before you know it~” You chirp, kissing him one more time before hurrying to your car, waving to the remaining seven boys one last time before you pulled off.

Yeosang’s hand fell after you were out of sight as he looked down at the sweater. A small smile graced his lips as he hugged it to himself, turning to head back inside with the other boys.

-2 Days Later-

Yeosang unpacked quickly once he was in his room. Today, he was the one that won the rock, paper, scissors for the solo room, so he had it all to himself as he plopped down heavily on his bed in your sweater. He buried his nose in the neck of the overgrown sweater, smiling sleepily as the scent of you filled his nose. Yeosang had gotten so used to this smell in your months of dating and now the scent of your perfume-something he was sure you’d always gotten from Victoria’s Secret, if his memory served right-was something that always flooded his mind with the memories you’d made together.

The nights you spent on those long drives home from the company, with you seated in his lap, your head tucked under his chin.

The days he put his head in your lap, humming as the sun's rays warmed his face as you comb your fingers through his hair.

The times you intimately pulled him aside after practice, pulling him into a closet to exchange sloppy, hasty kisses. The way you palmed him through his sweatpants, smiling against his neck as you stroked him to completion, promising much more later.

Yeosang cracked his eyes open, he hadn't realized he closed them, but he felt heat bloom in the pit of his stomach the more he inhaled your perfume through the soft material.

"Ah, Yeosangie~ We're alone now. Shall we play a bit?"

His breath hitched as he palmed himself, a soft sound between a moan and a whine leaving his lips as he felt his cock, stiff and begging for attention. Your voice filled his head as his mind began to wander more.

One hand dipped into his boxers, stroking his cock to full hardness as you rolled your thumb over his head lazily. The other trailed up your sweater on him, exposing his chest as you leaned down to lick and suck at one of his nipples.

"N-noona…" he whimpered, arching his back as he pinched and rolled the nub until it was tender and puffy.

"Yes baby? What do you want?"

He whines, wishing he could hold onto you, his voice shaking as he squeezed his eyes shut, fearing he'd lose the vision of you if he opened them. His hand worked faster, louder moans echoing in the room.

"T-touch me more, Noona...I miss you, I want you, a-ahh ~" He thrusted into his hand, trembling as he breathed in deeply between moans, the warm scent flooding his senses.

"My sweet baby boy~ Does it feel good, playing with yourself in your Noona's sweater? Such a pretty picture. Let's play some more, Sangie~"

Yeosang brought a trembling hand up to his mouth, sucking at his long fingers as he slowed his pace, goosebumps rising on his skin as he thought of the other times your scent flooded his mind.

Your legs tightly clamped around his waist, his face buried in between your breasts as your nails ran down his back.

His face buried in your pillow, clawing weakly at the sheets below as you held his hips, your soft chest against his back as you trusted into him, the slicked up toy sliding in and out of him effortlessly.

God, he wanted it. He missed you, he needed you bad.

"Go ahead, baby. Get that sweet little hole prepped for me. I'll take good care of you when I get back."

Yeosang brought his spit slick fingers down between his legs, pausing in stroking his own cock long enough to toss the boxers away completely, spreading his legs as he pushed one digit into himself, moaning against your sweater.

"Good boy, Yeosang. Always such a good boy. Moan louder for me, let me know it feels good."

"Y/n-" he whined your name breathlessly, his voice unstable as his strokes lost their rhythm. He was desperate, sliding the second and third in, a groan rolling past his lips as he stretched himself.

Idly, he wondered why he didn't just bring a toy with him to the hotel. Usually he did just incase-

Just in case he had the urge to be good for you. His heart always stuttered at the pleased look on your face whenever he presented one of the toys to you, like a puppy eager and desperate to play.

God, he missed you.

"N-noona, I can't- I-" he spread his legs wider, his thighs starting to tremble. He wanted to feel more, your hands on him, caressing and stroking whatever you could, your lips against his ear, purring praise and sweet nothings to him, the feeling of one of your strapons filling him up in just the right way-

And the near maddening scent of sex, sweat, and your perfume making him slip away, giving you complete control.

"Ah~ Go ahead, cum for Noona. Let me see how pretty my baby boy looks."

Yeosang let out a strangled gasp, curling his fingers slightly. Stars exploded behind his lids as he came against his fist, your name tumbling out of his mouth as the feeling of his orgasm washed over him.

He blushed, looking down hastily to see if any of it landed on your sweater. A pleased sound left his lips when he saw he was in the clear, biting his lip as he looked at his own cum covered fist.

The brunette grabbed his phone, opening the kakaotalk chat between you two shakily. He made sure the camera was facing him before pressing record, running his tongue over his hand, his cheeks flushed as he looked into the phone camera.

"Noona, I miss you. Make sure you come back soon, okay?" He pouted, knowing full well what kind of response he’d get once he hit send.

His phone lit up ten minutes after he had cleaned up and settled back into bed, still snug in your sweater as he unlocked it.

‘Is that what you’re up to when I’m away, baby? Don’t worry, I’ll be there tomorrow and you can show me up close how much you miss me, hm?’

Yeosang bit his lip, feeling his heart skip a beat. Would you really make it to the performance in time tomorrow? The phone light illuminated his flushed cheeks as his thumbs flew over the screen.

‘I hope so, Noona. I’m looking forward to it.’

With that, he locked his phone and gently set it aside, curling up slightly as he felt exhaustion and fatigue take him. He drifted off, breathing in the comforting scent of your perfume as sleep pulled him under.

-xoxo-

“Okay, this is the last performance of our promoting, boys. I’m proud of everyone. Mingi and Y/n said they would do their best to beat the traffic and get here but Y/n isn’t answering her phone so I don’t know if they’ll be able to make it.” Hongjoong briefed everyone once they had gotten situated in their uniforms and had their makeup and hair done.

Yeosang tried to hide the small bite of disappointment that flickered in his eyes when he heard the news.

It’s alright. They’re coming. Even if they don’t see them perform, they’d all be able to go home together.

Wooyoung, sensing his friend’s distress, wrapped an arm around his shoulder, smiling at him.

“Hey, don’t frown like that. Y/n can’t enjoy us performing if you’re all pouty and sad, right? Just believe she’ll be here and it’ll happen!” He beamed. Yeosang looked at him, blinking once, twice, before a small smile graced his own face.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.”

They filtered out of the dressing room, shuffling into position with their background dancers as their waited for the music queue.

Yeosang felt his heart hammer as they started, snapping his head up. He did his best not to make it obvious as he scanned the crowd, and really he tried his best not to break character and smile wide when he saw Mingi in the front row, glasses perched on his nose and a hat on his head to hide his hair. Nobody seemed to notice him and Yeosang thought idly about whether or not he was surrounded by other staff members.

His heart nearly stopped as he drifted his gaze down from his friend, finding you staring at him with your arms crossed, watching his every move. There was a fond smile on your face, but the look in your eyes nearly made him stumble.

Pure desire.

He held your gaze for longer than intended, grateful for muscle memory as it took him across the floor, effortlessly keeping up with the boys and the performance despite the growing pit in his stomach at the way you tilted your jaw up, licking your lips slowly as the final part of the performance electrified the venue.

Wonderland ended, and Yeosang felt slightly more out of breath than usual, though he knew it wasn’t from dancing as he watched your eyes run up the length of his body-lingering a bit longer on his pelvic region-before landing on his face. You clapped calmly from beside an excited Mingi, blowing Yeosang a kiss and a wave as the two of them were subtly ushered away by staff as Ateez made their way off of the stage.

As the seven boys entered the dressing room, they were all engulfed by Mingi’s arms as he excitedly ran up to them, cheering and congratulating them for doing so well.

“Ah, but it’s not the same without you-”

“Don’t worry. We’re back early because Mingi’s been cleared. You all can rest up now, then we start practicing for your Mama stage.” You inform them politely, reminding them of your presence. They all break up, bouncing eagerly as they all began talking at the same time about everything from Mingi and Jongho’s steady and healthy recoveries, to their future Mama stage.

Yeosang couldn’t focus on any of it, though. He stood rooted in his spot as he watched you. A small smile came to your face and you tilted your head, opening your arms and laughing as he immediately crossed the distance, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you happily.

“I’ve been gone for just a few days, Yeo-ya!” You giggle against his lips, but the way he nuzzled your was a silent way of him telling you that even those days apart left him missing you dearly. Your heart fluttered for a moment, sending him a playful smirk as he finally set you down after the boys began teasing the two of you, making kissing noises from behind you.

“You should’ve heard him, Y/n. He’s like a little puppy when you’re gone.” Seonghwa teased from across the room as a stylist took off his hair extension. Yeosang went red, hiding his face as you looked up at him, a knowing smile on your face.

“Yeah! He wouldn’t take your sweater off, either. I think he might end up taking it. Isn’t it usually the girlfriend that does that sort of thing? Does that make it a girlfriend sweater?” Yunho inquired, putting a finger to his chin as he tilted his head. Yeosang made a sound of protest, darting over to one of the seats so he could be helped out of his uniform carefully by one of the stylists. You watched his every move, noticing the bag on the floor that belong to him had the familiar form of the sweater you gave him sticking out from it.

Yeosang slid it over his head once he was back in his street clothes, hiding his face in the overgrown collar when he caught your gaze again after the boys had broke off to have their own uniforms removed as well as their accessories.

You sat down beside him on the couch as they did, lacing your fingers with his and giving him a subtle squeeze.

“Noona is gonna show you how much she missed you, baby.” you coo, smiling at the way he shuddered, squeezing your hand tighter.

Satisfied, you settled back on the couch beside him, crossing your legs.

-xoxo-

“We’re all alone for a bit, baby. I told Hongjoong-ah to take the boys out to dinner so we could have a little...quality time~” You coo once the two of you get inside his and Wooyoung’s shared room. You pushed him against a wall, dropping your bag carelessly to the floor as you pressed your lips to the underside of his jaw.

Yeosang’s head fell back against the wall, eyes half lidded as he watched you kiss down his jaw. A low sound close to a purr left your lips as you palmed him through his sweatpants. He let out a whine, blushing as he was once again hit with the scent of your perfume. That and the heated way you’d been eyeing him all night had him rock hard already and the two of you hadn’t even done anything yet.

"You're already fully hard, Yeosang-ah...were you expecting me to have you all alone? Hm?" You tease against his Adam's apple, dipping your hand into his pants as you waited for a response.

"N-no, I...ah, it's embarrassing-" he bit his lip, and you noticed the way his cheeks darkened when you look up to meet his eyes.

Curious, you cock a brow, dipping your hand into his lowered zipper to slide his cock out of his boxers. He let out a small choked groan when you grabbed his heated skin, a moan falling from his lips as you slowly stroked him.

"Embarrassing? What is?"

"I...I sometimes get hard when I smell your perfume, Noona. I-it reminds me of you." He muttered, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to face you. You blink in surprise before kissing him, swallowing down the surprised moan that left his lips as you stroked him faster.

"That's so cute, Yeo." You growl against his soft lips, running your thumb along the length of the thick vein at the underside of his cock. Yeosang jolted in your arms, brows knotting up as he resisted the urge to thrust into your hand.

"C-cute?"

"You had my sweater this whole time, too...Did you think of me in that way when you wore it?" You press, pulling away from his lips long enough to watch his face. Your brows go up as the cogs in your head spun.

“Did you wear my sweater when played the night you sent me that video?”

Yeosang sent you a small, embarrassed look before he looked away quickly, thinking of a few days prior when he stroked himself to completion, his face buried in the high, oversized neck of your sweater.

"Ah~? You did? You're too much. You keep on, and I'll eat you alive." You tease, licking at his lips. He may not have responded, but the look on his face said it all.

"Y-you don't think it's weird?" Yeosang looked down at you, searching your eyes. He was met with a sweltering look that nearly melted him on the spot.

"Absolutely not. I would've loved to see you in my oversized sweater, all flustered and moaning for me as you cum…"You trail off and a thought pops into your head, your eyes widening as a smile tugged at your lips. Yeosang noticed the look and swallowed hard.

That look usually came right before particularly earth-shattering evenings.

"Yeosangie~ You should go change. I want you in nothing but my sweater, okay?" You order, moving out of his space. It had gotten too hot on the drive home and he had taken it off while in the car, content to cuddle with you in lieu of curling up in the big sweater.

He whined in displeasure at the loss of both your body heat and your hand on his cock, but he moved quickly, plucking his t-shirt off first. He stepped hastily out of his sweatpants, but paused at his boxers, blushing hard as he toyed with the waistband.

“N-Noona, can we...can we do that tonight?” He inquired, looking in your direction. His breath caught when he found you had already yanked your shirt over your head, tossing it aside carelessly (Wooyoung would forgive you for the mess later). You held his gaze, making sure to take your time peeling off your high waisted joggers, leaving you clad in nothing but your bra and lace boyshorts you wore underneath the snugly fit pants, the colors contrasting beautiful with your skin tone.

“Do what, baby?” You hum, crossing the distance between you both in long strides. Yeosang licks his suddenly dry lips as you press against his back, your breasts squishing against it as you wrapped your arms around him, settling your hands over his.

“A-ah...you’re gonna make me say it?” He stammered, whining when you pulled his boxers down, one hand going back around his cock while the other gently squeezed one of his ass cheeks.

“I am, especially since you still haven’t done what I told you to do.” You tease, dragging your nails over his cheek, your thumb rolling over the head of his cock. He shuddered and groaned, squirming in your arms, subtly pressing his hips closer to your hand, thrusting in and out of your fist until you placed a warning nip to his shoulder.

“Yeosang, don’t make me repeat myself.” Your voice was a low warning, and he whined, looking back at you.

“Are...are you going to...p-peg me, Y/n?” He mumbled. You giggle from behind him, loving the way the tips of his ears reddened from asking.

“Baby boy, did you think I wouldn’t?” You hum, kissing over the small area you nipped at before, rewarding him by stroking him faster. Yeosang groaned, knees buckling slightly as you pumped his cock in your hand, kneading his cheek.

“Noona’ll take real good care of you, Yeosangie. Now, go do what I told you to do.” You remind him of your original instruction, slapping his ass as encouragement as you stepped away once more. Yeosang yelped and nodded, moving over to the small tote he brought out with him when he left for the venue. Inside of it was a thick, oversized sweater.

You stood back, a satisfied smile on your face as Yeosang slid the camel-colored sweater on over his head, turning to face you once he was finished.

On you, it went down mid thigh, the sleeves large enough to completely conceal your arms if you put them down. Yeosang was a few inches taller than you, so the sweater stopped just below the curve of his ass. The tips of his fingers poked out from under the sleeves, and you noticed the way he ducked half of his face into the high collar, shuffling under your appreciating gaze.

“Lay down for me on your bed.” Your voice was a low purr, and Yeosang swallowed thickly, feeling his dick twitch in interest before he nodded, hurrying up to his own bed. You made your way to the duffle bag you dropped at the door when you came in, pushing past all your miscellaneous items to find a satin drawstring bag at the bottom. You picked it out, smiling as you made your way back to the bed, climbing up the ladder in a slow ascent, like a lioness stalking closer to her prey.

Yeosang was seated in the middle of his bed, the soft cotton of your sweater covering his hardness. When he saw your head pop up, he shuffled onto his back, shyly pulling at the ends of your sweater to hide himself.

“Ah, don’t be shy. Show me what you did before.” You instructed, climbing over until you were seated at his left, eyes half lidded as you watched him. He looked up at you, his face still obscured by the collar of your sweater. You ran your hand up his thighs, humming at the way they flexed under your touch. They were toned from his dancing, and you would love to take time to appreciate them tonight, but you had other plans.

“C’mon, baby boy. Spread your legs.” You urged, tapping his knee with his fingers. Yeosang bit his lip and nodded, spreading his legs obediently for you.

“Good. Now play with yourself just like how you did before.”

Yeosang nodded, reaching down to wrap his hands around his cock, stroking himself slowly. He let out a small sigh, finally relieved. When he inhaled, he was reminded that he was surrounded by the scent of you, and he felt his cock twitch in his hand.

“You’re tone...its so low, baby. Were you quiet in the hotel room?” You inquire, your eyes drifting up to his face. He moaned shakily and nodded, keening when you ran a hand through his hair fondly.

“Louder, you don’t have to be quiet now that I’m here.” You told him, smiling as he let out a loud moan, stroking himself faster. He closed his eyes, your name falling from his lips as he spread his legs wider, sticking his fingers in his mouth.

You sit back on your haunches, watching as he swirled his tongue around his fingers, his strokes slowing down as he moved his other hand down, his slick fingers circling his pucker. Your eyes darken, biting your lip as you watched him push two long digits into himself. A small whine left his mouth as he spread his legs wider, eyes closing as he stretched and stroked himself. You noticed the way he turned his head, burying his nose in the collar of your sweater, his soft moans turning into desperate whines.

He wanted more already.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from your lips.

“You’re not used to doing it yourself, hm? Here, I’ll help you, Yeo-ya.”

You crawled between his legs, gently pulling his hand away, lips pursing as he whined at the loss of fingers inside of him. You pulled the satin sack you’d brought up closer to yourself, your hand brushing past the main attraction for a moment as you grabbed the bottle beside it, pulling out a half full bottle of lube.

Yeosang watched you, his hands still slowly stroking himself as you lubed up your own fingers, sliding two slick digits in. A small, needy moan left his lips as you curled and stretched your fingers apart. His hand stilled on his cock, and you noticed the way he clenched around you.

“Pull the collar down, look at me.” You order, your own voice strained as you resisted the ever growing urge to grab your strap on and fuck him into the mattress.

Soon.

For now, you wanted to make him beg you for it.

Yeosang nodded, pulling the oversized collar down to expose his flushed face. He looked at you through his chestnut colored bangs, hips twitching as you rewarded him with a third finger.

“P-Please, noona...don’t tease me, I need it.”

“Mm? Need what?” Your lips curl at the way he groans, choosing to press your fingers down, stroking over his prostate. He gasped, thrusting into his own hand as you began massaging the sensitive bundle, leaning over him to press your lips against his cheek, quickening your fingers inside of him.

“Ah! P-please, Y/n!”

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you~” You sang, knocking his hand away from his cock to stroke him yourself. He panted, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead as he pressed his face between your breasts, kissing between the soft mounds.

“Ah, flattery won’t get you anywhere tonight, baby. Words will.” You scolded, slowing your hands down. He shook his head, squeezing you tight against him as he blushed, hiding his face fully between your breasts as he spoke.

“I need you inside of me, noona. Please?”

"Very good, Yeosang~"

You kiss the corner of his eye, your lips against his birthmark as you pull your fingers out of him. Sitting back, you move your attention to the satin pouch once more, pulling the harness for the strap on out. Yeosang watched you, squirming as you situated the purple dildo into the harness. You notice the way his legs subtly spread wider, a low hum leaving your throat.

“I didn’t even tell you to do anything yet and you’re already spreading your legs wider? Do you like it that much?” You tease, spreading a liberal coat of lube onto the toy before you crawl between his legs, your knees settled between his thighs as you watched him nod.

“I can’t help it, Y/n...you make it feel so good.” He admitted, his lisp more pronounced than ever as he spoke. You lick your lips, bearing over his body to kiss him slowly, savoring the way he melted below you. He parted his lips, groaning against your mouth as your tongue met his, neither of you fighting for control of the kiss. A small whine left the back of his throat as you pressed the head of the silicone dick against his hole, pushing into him slowly.

Yeosang mewled against your lips, breaking the kiss to look down at where your hips met, his back arched slightly as you rolled your hips slowly. You push at his chest lightly, making him lie down flat as you sat back, holding his thighs firmly.

“You always take me so well, Yeosangie.” You coo, your hips meeting his thighs with every thrust as you moved them faster, lips curling up as Yeosang groaned louder, closing his eyes as he tugged at the sheets.

“N-noona, it feels good. I w-was thinking about this so much..." he breathed, closing his eyes as his body rocked slightly, hips subtly moving down to meet your thrusts. You smile fondly at him, listening to his moaning quicken as you trail a hand up the sweater, lightly running your hand over his lithe, toned stomach.

A moan caught in his throat as you tweaked his nipple lightly, a small cat-like smile on your face. You continued to toy with the small brown nub until it was fully perked and puffy from the attention. Yeosang reached for his cock ahead as you moved your hand to the other bud.

"Ah, no touching anymore, Sangie. You're gonna cum from my strap alone." You purr, knocking his hand away. He opened his eyes, his lips wet and plump from him biting and licking them throughout the night.

"Y-you want me-ahh fuck please!-t-to cum untouched?" He groaned, pausing mid sentence to collect himself as you snapped your hips forward, rocking faster and harder into him.

"Absolutely~ You've done it before for me, y’know." You remind him, sliding your hand from under the sweater to hold his hips. He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out were airy, whiny moans as you slammed into that electric bundle once more.

"Fuck! Right there!"

"Oh ho~? Such naughty language. Did I hit something good?" You tease, pressing closer to him, rocking into him as hard and fast as you could. Yeosang cried out below you, fists balled up in the sheets as he pulled them, desperately wishing he could stroke himself.

"Please don't stop, Y/n. Don't stop, don't stop, a-ahhn~ " he groaned, unable to keep his eyes open as the pleasure took over him. His toes curled, his knees trembling as he felt himself growing closer and closer, his legs wrapping around your waist to keep you close.

"Does it feel good? Will you cum?" You hum, tilting your head to the side as you watch him. He whined and nodded, thighs trembling around your waist. You ran a hand up the side of one of them, the other cupping his cheek as you bent over, caressing his face as he looked up at you through hazy eyes. He nodded, his lip tucked tightly between his teeth as he tried to stifle the desperation in his whimpers the more the toy abused and pressed against his prostate.

“Let go for me, baby. Let me hear it.” You urge him, kissing all over his face as he arched his back, clinging to you for dear life as his moans grew once more in volume. He tucked his head in between the junction between your neck and shoulder, shuddering as he whined, the smell of sex, sweat, and Amber Romance making his mind completely fuzzy.

“Y/n-! I c-can’t hold on anymore, I-”

“Cum for me, baby.” You finally gave him the ‘ok’, putting your palms at either side of his head as you rocked wildly into him, smiling as the bed creaked from the change of pace. Yeosang threw his head back, a broken half-scream leaving his lips as an earth shattering orgasm rolled over him.

You hold yourself down, pressed deep inside of him as you watch the way his face changes, his brows pinched up and his eyes screwed tightly shut as his cum messily landed on both of your stomachs.

You stayed right there, hips joined with his ass as you watched him slowly fall back to the bed, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Yeosang let out a small sound of protest as you went to pull away, easing the slick toy out of him.

“You did so good, Yeosangie.” You praise, cupping his cheek to kiss him lightly. Yeosang blushed and smiled, kissing you back. There was no push for dominance, just both of you enjoying each other’s warmth.

You ran the tips of your fingers over his abdomen, smiling at the way the toned muscle underneath flexed at your tough. You scooped up the remains of his pearl-colored release, winking at his flushed face as you licked it off of them.

“You’re sweet~ Someone’s been eating well~” You tease, laughing as he swatted weakly at you, blushing.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just-”

You burst into laughter with him, kissing him lightly as you laid down on top of him, smiling widely. The laughter died down and you caressed his face, your expression softening as he looked up at you.

“I never took care of you, Y/n.” He mused after a comfortable silence stretched between you two. You hummed, remembering the telltale ache between your thighs.

“Ah, but you’re probably sensitive. It’s okay-”

His hands wrapped around your waist as he met your eyes, biting his lip.

“I want to make you feel good, too. It’s not fair if only I cum.”

You sit up, looking at him before you tossed a leg over his waist, straddling him. He moved to put his hands on your waist, but you caught them, placing them above his head. He watched you, teasingly running his tongue over one of your nipples before you could pull away. A small moan left your lips before you rolled your hips down over his reawakening cock, smiling at the sharp inhale that came from him.

“So sensitive, but you want to please me? What did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?” You praise, rolling your hips to and fro until he was fully hard and panting already. Satisfied, you held his cock up, sending him a sultry look as you sank down on him.

“Oh my god.”both of you gasp in unison. Yeosang forced himself to keep his eyes open, whimpering as he watched you rise and fall, unsure where to focus his attention on.

Your face with those intense eyes gazing holes through him as you clenched around him, greedily keeping every inch of his cock inside of you even as you rolled your hips faster?

Your breasts, jiggling from the motions as you braced yourself with your hands on his abdomen, palms splayed out across his toned stomach?

His eyes eventually landed between your legs, a choked sound leaving his mouth as he watched his cock disappear and reappear every time you rose and fell on his cock.

“D-do you like what you see, Yeo-ya? Look at how wet you made Noona~” You tease, shifting so you set your hands on his thighs behind you, leaning your body back so you were on full display for him, smiling wildly at the way he gripped the bars of his bed to keep himself from touching you, breathing hard through his nose as he felt himself getting lost in your wet heat.

“I l-love it, Noona...Thank you s-so much- ahhh fuck” He rose his hips, meeting you with hard thrusts every time you came down, and part of you wanted to snap your hips down and tease him for not being able to keep still, but the desperate look on his face made you go easy on him this time.

You close your eyes, nails raking over his thighs as you sped up your own bouncing as well, thighs trembling as you felt your own orgasm getting closer and closer. Yeosang didn’t let up, keeping his hands on the bars as the sound of skin on skin flooded the room once more, coupled by your combined shaky moans as your release drew closer.

“Yeosang!” You clenched down, eyes screwing shut as you felt that coil finally snap, eyes fluttering as you came hard. Yeosang cursed from below you, his grip white knuckled on the bars as he stopped his thrusts, whining.

You open your eyes, looking down at him before smiling lazily, tilting your head.

“Oh? Stopped yourself just for me?” You hum, caressing his thighs idly. You noticed the scratches there and smiled. The stylists wouldn’t yell at you much for them since it was autumn and soon to be winter and no one would be seeing Yeosang’s legs  any time soon, anyway.

“I...I need permission so I can-” He grit his teeth, a desperate look on his face as he looked up at you. You studied him for a moment before smiling, pushing yourself off of his thighs and crawling up his body to get back into his face, kissing him tenderly as you nodded.

“Do it. Cum for me baby.” You urge him with a sharp rise and fall of your hips. Yeosang groaned and resumed his wild thrusting up, desperate for his second release as his cock slid in and out of your dripping cunt. You lowered your lips to his ear, moaning praise and encouragement to him as his hips stuttered.

With a strangled, near breathless cry of your name, you felt heat flood inside of you and purred, teasingly clenching around Yeosang as he came.

“N-Noona….” He panted, finally letting his sweaty head drop to the pillow, spent and out of breath. You hum above him, treating him to butterfly kisses all across his face and neck as he came down, still fully seated with him inside of you.

“You did so good for me~ Maybe I should go on trips and leave you with my ‘girlfriend sweaters’ more often if this is what I come back to~” You joke, rolling your hips experimentally. Yeosang weakly grabbed your hips to still you, shaking his head.

“A-ah, no...If you could not, that would be great. In fact, I’d like it a lot more if you stayed with me.” He pouted. You smile and kissed his pouty lips, wrapping your arms around his neck once he moved to sit up.

“I get it, I get it. We should shower before the others get back.” You suggest, finally lifting your hips and letting his cock slide out of you. Yeosang whined at the loss, but nodded regardless.

“Sounds good, Y/n.” He nodded, finally peeling your sweater off as the two of you made your way down the bunk. Yeosang moved to grab the towels for you both when you suddenly remembered one of your purchases while you and Mingi were in Incheon.

“Oh~ While I was in Incheon, I picked up some new perfume~ Maybe we should go sweater shopping soon too, hm~” You purr, grabbing his ass suggestively as you walked by. Yeosang froze for a moment, watching your backside as you left.

After a moment, he followed closely after you, a blush on his cheeks at the idea of more nights like this, being pressed against the mattress with the scent of you flooding his senses.

The thought alone made him shudder, and he was more than happy to try it out, though nothing could compare to the warm feeling that bloomed through his body as he thought of you and your Amber Romance.

[marvels-writings]

Can you please do one where reader proposes to Maria Hill through the comms while reader is on a mission. Thinking reader wasn't serious Maria responds with "Only if you come back completely unharmed" which makes reader try extra hard. Reader proposes again in person. Thank you ☺

A/N: I’m not sure if this was gender neutral or not but imma make it gender neutral bc im not sure. Also, not that anyone wanted to know, my exams are going really well. Like my english exam had like 5 essays in like 2 hours but i finished it and im really happy with myself. Major self confidence boost. Anyway, here’s the drabble

“Maria it was supposed to be date night.” You whined, sitting on your shared bed with Maria. You fidgeted with the torn sleeves of your hoodie as you waited for a response. She’d just informed you Fury had given all of them a last minute mission. You had bigger plans for tonight, your plans included  wedding rings and romance, not guns and avengers. 

The two of you had been together for about 3 years now, you knew Maria wasn’t going to be the first to propose, considering she hadn’t been the first to anything. Not that you minded, she was a bit scared of rejection, despite the tough persona she has for everyone else. 

“Supposed to,” She stated, trying to find something in the closet. “Apparently Fury has other plans for you.” 

Maria was clearly pissed off, the two of you always were on any last minute mission. But this time, she seemed more pissed off than usual. It took you second to register the last word she said. 

“Wait, just me?” You asked as Maria threw your suit on the bed angrily. You glanced down at it, it was thankfully washed this time. 

“Just you, Romanoff, Barton and Rogers.” She stated, sitting down between you and your suit. “I’m monitoring the mission this time.”

Groaning, you flopped down on the bed, your arms coming up to support your head. Maria laid down on the bed, propping her head up on one elbow and looking down at you. 

“You’ll be fine.” She comforted, you looked at her. Even though she was visibly pissed off, she could see you were scared and tried to comfort you. 

“I know,” You muttered, then looked back at the ceiling. “I’ll just miss our romantic date night.” 

“I’ll miss your sappiness too.” She remarked, then shifted to face the ceiling. You lightly nudged her ribs with your elbow as she laughed. 

“Love you,” She chuckled. Even though she had said this to you a thousand times before, it always made your heart skip a beat, as cheesy as it might sound. 

“Love you too,” You replied. 

You really did, but you couldn’t help your anxiety starting to eat away at you. What if she said no when you asked her. You really did want to marry her, but you were scared she didn’t feel the same. 

However, your anxiety was calmed by two things. One, her hands combing gently through your hair. Second, you had the same feelings before you asked her out and she said yes. 

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“I definitely would’ve preferred date night over this!” You shouted over comms, trying to run back to the quinjet but HYDRA agents somehow kept coming out of nowhere. The mission had been simple, go in, get intel, get out, nothing more. But it had evolved into a whole mess of capturing the flag. Currently, Nat and Clint had the flag and were in the jet, waiting for you and Steve. 

“y/n get back here!” Steve yelled at you over the comms. 

3 people had the flag, 1 rogue soldier. 

“I’m working on it!” You replied angrily, running as hard as you could. 

HYDRA soldiers behind you, quinjet in a currently unknown position, a wedding box in your pocket as bullets whizzed past you. Officially the weirdest combination of the year. 

“You’re not working hard enough!” Maria joined in in the yelling contest. 

“Clearly,” You muttered, hiding behind a tree last minute. “Incase I don’t make it to our next romantic date.”

“Don’t you dare talk like that.” Maria threatened, you could hear the pain in her voice as the two of you knew you could actually die out here. 

You could actually die, never see Maria again, never get the chance to propose, never know the answer. The suspense was more motivating than anything at this point. 

HYDRA agents were running into the woods, passing the small tree you were hiding behind. Thankfully, none of them had bothered to turn around yet. 

You had one gun, one knife, and one wedding ring. The wedding ring wasn’t helping motivate you enough. Deciding to boost the motivation, you started fidgeting with it. 

“Just in case though,” You whispered, completely out of breath and interrupting whatever advice the rest of the team was giving you. “Maria, as sappy as I am, I love you, will you marry me?” 

“Worst time y/l/n.” Steve commented. 

“Agreed.” Nat stated. 

Maria hadn’t answered yet, your anxiety was starting to get the better of you as your breathing rate increased. 

“Of all the times now?! Seriously?!” Clint yelled. 

Still no response from Maria. 

Your eyes darted around nervously as you put the gun on your shoulder, preparing for a ‘daring’ escape plan. 

“Only if you come back completely unharmed.” She answered, you grinned in response.

Comms went out shortly after that, you needed to get the battery fixed by Stark. 

That was just the motivation you needed. Now, you had a gun, a knife, a ring and a promise, you thought it was enough to make it out alive. 

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And somehow you did, not COMPLETELY unharmed, you did the best you could. You had a bullet wound in your right side but you’d been patched up by everyone before you got to the compound to see Maria. It still hurt, but it could only get better. 

“Is it possible for you to stop smiling?” Natasha asked, sitting next to you and handing you a glass of water. 

“Nope.” You answered, after chugging the entire glass, it spilled slightly as the jet landed.  

“She just got married, you can’t expect her to be sad.” Steve remarked, leaning against the cockpit of the jet as the doors opened. 

“I said completely unharmed.” 

You whipped your head around to see Maria standing there, a mixture of happiness, sass and worry on her face. Smirking in response, you got up, holding your hand near the bullet wound. “I did my best.” You said, trying to keep your voice strong despite the literal hole in your side. 

Maria rolled her eyes, and walked towards you, maybe to hug you, unsure and uncaring, you got down on one knee, ignoring the stinging pain in your side. You saw her eyes widen, your smirk grew even further but it turned into a grimace thanks to the bullet wound. 

There goes the romantic moment. 

“Maria, now that I’m out mostly unharmed,” you began, causing Maria to laugh slightly. “Excuse my sappiness but, I love you with, with all my heart, and if you can tolerate my sappiness and my flaws, I want you to be my wife.” You opened the small, navy blue velvet box with the last words.

Maria covered her mouth with one hand, maybe to hide a smile, hold back a sob, you won’t ever know, you were barely able to stay on your knee with the pain blooming in your side. 

“Any minute now,” You muttered, Maria laughed and nodded. 

“Yes, I’ll marry the queen/king of cliches” She joked, you were about to get up. 

You couldn’t, not without help at least. The pain in your side was a bit too much for you to get up by yourself. 

“Could you, um could you come so I could put the ring on?” You asked, Maria looked confused but complied. 

You grinned as you put the ring on her finger, she grinned back at you. It was supposed to be the perfect moment, a newly engaged couple, the person who just got proposed to was crying of happiness, the person who proposed couldn’t stop grinning, everyone around them was smiling and about to clap. 

Usually, the perfect moment didn’t have the person proposing with a bullet wound. There goes the romanticness of it down the drain. 

“As much as I love this almost perfect moment, I can’t get up without help.” You confessed, Maria laughed through the small tear falling down her cheek. 

Maria offered her other hand and helped you get up. You hugged her the second you got up, people were clapping instantly. She hugged you back, cautious of your bullet wound but happy nonetheless.

A/N: GENUINELY LOVED WRITING THIS. I actually started laughing really hard while writing this. Thanks for the amazing request, and feedback is amazing!!!

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

WHOOOP I HOPE IM NOT LATE I LOVE YALL SO MUCH. Kuroo, Daichi and Suga’s gf being one of their team’s managers at the training camp. All the managers decide to play a little fun game of volleyball. She comes out in really short shorts making everyone’s attention on her. What will the boys do? 😏 I hope this makes it in time this is one of the main blogs i scavenge for awesome fanfics and thank y’all for keeping the fandom alive. Hugs and kisses for all!!

Lol if it’s the managers playing a game, I’m sure they’d all be in short shorts xD But thank you so very much for the love!!! I’m trying really hard to keep the content as fresh and new as I can but lord does it take me a bit to get my thoughts together these days lol Thanks for the request!!! Hugs and kissies xoxoxox - Admin Satori

Kuroo Tetsurou:

It was really nice of the team’s coach, and sponsor, to have an extra room for you to stay in. You and the other managers of their team, that is. Usually, in these situations, anyone not on the team would have to find their own hotels to stay in… And more than likely, the one the team stayed in was always booked! But this year, finally, they’d thought ahead and considerately had booked an extra room for the female managers to join in the activities.

They were your team, too, after all. It was only fair you be near them during their training camps.

You remembered your boyfriend, Kuroo, had been adamant about sneaking you into his room - even though he’d be sharing it with his best friend, Bokuto. He even went so far as to try to get you to start yoga so you were ‘flexible enough to fit in the suit case’. Honestly, you were sure he’d just been trying to get you flexible for… other activities.

“You doing okay? You’re all red.”

A squeak of surprise escaped you, and you slapped your hands to your cheeks to cover the blush that had formed. You’d gone too far down the rabbit hole of memories of the bedroom with your boyfriend…. And actually forgot where you were! Kaori smirked knowingly, “I-I’m fine!” You stammered out, quickly looking away when she only continued to smirk. “S-shut up and serve the damn ball!”

It’d been a boring night in. The boys, coaches and sponsors included, had went out to dinner to celebrate a good training session. Both Kuroo and Bokuto had invited you… but you’d decided it’d be frowned upon since the coach hadn’t invited you… so you’d stayed with the other female managers.

Which prompted a fun game between the 4 of you. So many managers for a single team, but it made sense when taking into account the different school schedules and whatnot. You could only work every other day for the team, while Kaori could only do weekends and extended trips, Kiyoko only worked weekdays, and Yukie could work every day…. But it took more than one manager to handle this… rambunctious team.

You and Kuroo were nearing your last semesters at Tokyo University! Almost done with your degree, and he with his! Everyday spent on the team now was humbling.. Because you knew the future contained bigger and better things for you and your love.

“Got it!” You called out, rushing forward and bumping the ball into the air, high enough for Kaori to tip it over the net. She landed with a happy cheer as the ball bounced just before Yukie could get to it. “Nice one!” You smiled widely, moving to get back into ‘position’ on your part of the halved court. The game continued, your side scoring, their side scoring… Neck and neck before a quick water break was called for.

Standing by the bench, you happily sipped from your bottle of water, listening to Kaori talk about how she’d have to slave away at homework when the four of you returned to the room. You were about to respond to her, offer to help her study if she needed it, when you felt a sharp pinch on the back of your thigh.

Reflexively, you went to kick at whoever had touched you so inappropriately! It couldn’t have been one of the girls, they’d never be so invasive, so it’d have to have been some kind of stranger who wandered into the gym!

Your foot got caught though, their hand holding it tight and forcing you to balance on your foot. You turned to curse at them, tell them to let you go, verbally defend yourself…. When you suddenly realized why Kaori hadn’t jumped to help.

“Oho~ So quick to fight…. Feisty.” His lazy smirk curled his lips, and had you letting out a heavy sigh of playful irritation, “I couldn’t help myself, ______, you just looked ripe for pinching…. A little goose didn’t hurt you, did it?” You knew he wasn’t really asking. He’d pinched you much harder in a different situation.

“I thought you were at dinner.” You tugged at your foot in his hand, but his grip held fast. You weren’t going anywhere any time soon. “Tetsu…” You warned, feeling your heart pick up the pace when his other hand rested on your calve, slowly moving upwards and stroking the smooth, freshly shaven, skin of your thigh. Goosebumps threatened to show themselves at his gentle touch.

“Ah, we left early. It was kinda boring.” Bokuto called from the bench behind you. He’d been talking to Kaori while you and Kuroo had your little showdown, “Daichi didn’t like that very much….”

Kuroo hummed in agreement, fingers pressing into the side of your thigh, a light grip. You tugged at your trapped foot once more, making his smirk twitch in amusement. “Ah well, I don’t think Daichi likes a lot of things…. Like when I take my timeouts to just come appreciate my girlfriend.” Your lips screwed to one side, struggling to hide your anticipatory smile at his words, his actions… He liked what he saw, and what he felt. “Ooooor when I leave from the room to sneak into-“

You kicked your leg roughly, stopping him from continuing since your foot landed square on his sternum and forced him to fall backwards. He stared up at you with surprised shock, he hadn’t thought he’d given you enough room to be able to kick him down. Your stern look had him laughing quietly, “Get rekt, Tetsurou.” Bokuto laughed, this time from across the gym - he hadn’t waited for Kuroo to finish what he’d been saying about Daichi, and instead had taken your place in the game with the managers.

“You’re impossible.” You muttered with a fond smile, offering your hand down for him to take, so you could help him up and dust him off. His hand found yours, long fingers wrapping around your hand in a tight, but gentle, grip. You went to help him to his feet only to find you were quickly being pulled down. You stumbled, “Tetsu!” He laughed as you landed on him on the ground, his arms wrapped around you tightly so you couldn’t escape as quickly as you wanted to. “The floor is so dirty, what the hell.” You whined loudly, like a child, moving so your hands were pressed against his chest so you could push off of him. But he held you tighter, your hands now trapped between yours and his chest.

Face to face now, you pursed your lips in playful irritation, “Come here often?” He smirked up at you, “You know, I’m actually staying in a hotel nearby… Nice place… Good mattress… Roomy showers…. Not to mention… Your shorts do feel a bit… short and tight.” His voice trailed off, and you let out a heavy sigh before resting your forehead on his chest with your eyes closed, knowing he wasn’t finished yet. “You and I could… Ya know….”

You lifted your head, raising an eyebrow at him, “Could eat in the lobby as a mismatched couple?”

Kuroo’s smirk broke into a joyful smile before he was tilting his head and pressing a kiss between your eyebrows, “You read my mind, kitten.”

Sawamura Daichi:

Why did you feel the prickle of nerves in your stomach? It’s not like you were doing anything wrong… You were playing a game of volleyball with your fellow managers! Nothing bad there!

Yet you felt… Cheeky as you jumped around, spiking the ball or tipping it over the edge. You couldn’t wipe the smirk from your face and had to continuously assure your fellow managers that you weren’t trying to bait them into a competitive game.

You were just feeling good today!

Or at least this evening.

You’d treated yourself to a good meal earlier, you’d taken your time in the shower, you’d relaxed for a good hour or two before deciding you wanted to be active! It was when you’d found only your… short shorts…. That you’d realized you hadn’t really packed anything to be active!

But what was the harm in wearing the short shorts? You leaned down, hands on your knees, crouching as you watched the three on the other side of the net tossing the ball between each other. They were planning something, and you were watching intently.

Being a senior in college, it gave you the ability to sense bs from the younger student. You were able to see what they were planning just by their sidelong glances. A long play? Or a tip over the net?

Then they were moving, quickly. And you had to jump backwards to try to keep up with them as the ball was tossed high, one of them jumping higher than they ever had and hitting the ball from its underside. Making it go flying across the court.

But you were feeling competitive! You were feeling like you were a hot shot in a real game, and you weren’t about to let this ball touch the ground!

You never made it to the ball in time. In fact, you’d been interrupted in your run to the ball. Strong arms had wrapped around your middle and held you back just as you were about to go sliding across the floor to save the ball. But instead, you were halted, and forced to watch as the ball bounced against the polished gym floor before it rolled to rest against the wall.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, _______.”

Deflated. That’s how you felt. Deflated and ashamed…. Only to quickly feel irritation in your chest blooming furiously as you pushed out of his arms, “What the hell, Daichi! I had that!” You wanted him to know just how excited you’d been, how in your own mood you’d been, and how rude he was to have robbed that moment from you. “I was gonna save the ball! What? Just because you aren’t playing, I can’t play either?”

His brown eyes hardened, warning you of being so rude to him. He’d saved you. Completely. “_______, there’s no need to be mean.” His voice was calm, and you felt irritated he’d pull on his ‘dad’ pants to talk to you. As if you were some tantrum throwing child. “You don’t have kneepads on.”

Well, duh.. You knew that. All the actual supplies were locked up because the coaches didn’t want anyone getting into them while they weren’t here. You didn’t have any kneepads or elbow pads, but then he only wore his kneepads for official matches! You couldn’t count how many times you’d had to play nurse for him because he’d be too in his own head to realize he wasn’t wearing kneepads.

This time he raised an eyebrow at your dumbfounded expression, he could read the ‘duh’ on your face and found it kind of…. funny. He chuckled, the initial insult he’d taken from your reflexed attack passing as he realized you’d quite literally followed in his steps.

“______…. Look down…” You rolled your eyes before looking down at your shoes. They looked scuffed, you’d have to buy new ones soon… “What don’t you see?”

“Look, Dai, I don’t have time for this. I was playing a game!” You huffed, clearly irritated with his parenting your every move. You were his girlfriend! Not his child!

Daichi smiled patiently, “No, no. Wait a second.” His arms tightened around your middle as you struggled to leave his hold. He’d feel horrible if you continued to think you were a pro and hurt yourself because he couldn’t get you to see exactly what was wrong with what you’d been about to do. “What happens when I slide without my kneepads? You get mad at me for doing that, right?”

You let out a loud sigh, “Yes, you get so in your head about what you need to do, you forget to take care of yourself first! What about it? Did you skin your knee again during practice today?” You rested your hands on his crossed forearms under your ribcage, figuring you’re going to be trapped in his arms for the long haul if he was just bringing up constant nurse memories.

He laughed. He laughed a short, bark of a laugh at your question, “Well yes, I forgot that today… But that’s not the point.” He quickly covered, clearing his throat to cover the clear embarrassment at his admittance. He’d tried to take care of his skinned knees on his own, but your nursing methods sure did feel better when you were the one helping him. “_______, are you wearing kneepads?”

“No? The supply closet is locked up! How in the hell would I have kneepads?”

“And what were you about to do?”

Another loud sigh, another rolling of your eyes, “Save the ball! Duh- Oh.. Wait…” The realization slapped you across the face.

He’d actually saved you.

You looked down at your legs once more to see, indeed, you weren’t wearing any kneepads. Not even one. Then you looked at the polished floor of the gym - the wooden tiles still presenting the danger of irritatingly rubbed skin…. You would have definitely been hurting afterwards if you’d been allowed to save the ball. It’d been too low for you to just bump it while standing… and you’d wanted to look cool… so you would have.. definitely…..

Covering your face in your hands, you let out a low whine of embarrassment, of shame. He’d saved you and you’d gotten mad. “Dai….”

Daichi lowered you easily, you were thinking sensibly again, but he didn’t say anything. Just letting you marinate in your shame for how you’d reacted to him.

“Dai…..” You tried again, your voice wobbling the longer you sat in your own guilt. Stomaching your nerves, you turned so you could face him…. But you didn’t lift your head to meet his gaze.

You wondered if he’d be mad? Or maybe he’d just leave you? What if he did? Your heart dropped to your stomach. No way… he wouldn’t leave you over something like this, would he? You’d never gotten angry with him before! Playful arguments here and there, sometimes he’d be irritated from the trials of the day and bring it home with him…. And you’d do the same some days… But arguing? Never! You’d never gotten angry with him…

The sound of rustling clothing brought you out of your downward spiral, and you looked at your very thoughtful boyfriend to see he was stepping out of his track pants. Thankfully, he was wearing his practice shorts underneath, but still… The front row view of his undressing had your cheeks flaring with embarrassment. “W-Wha-What are you doing? Stop!” You reached forward, trying to grab the hem of his pants to pull them back up for him but you were too late. He’d taken them off.

And now presented them to you.

“Wha….?”

“There’s a drawstring in the front, and on each ankle…” He showcased the drawstrings tucked in their little pockets, “If you tighten this around you, and make sure it fits,” He gave you a pointed stare, making you look away almost immediately, “Then you can get back in the game and save all the plays you can…”

You bit your bottom lip… Not feeling like you should take his offer.. You wanted to just spend the rest of your evening with him in the hotel, maybe go swimming in the hotel pool or go out on the town with him…. But he was still offering the pants to you.

“Thank you…” You mumbled, taking the pants from his hand and pulling them on. Doing as he’d said and tightening the drawstring around your waist, letting out a yelp of surprise when you felt his hands on your right leg - one cupping your calve while the other easily tightened the drawstring by your ankle.

“Also…” He looked up from where he crouched before you, both of his hands on the outside of your thighs now, just below where your shorts ended beyond his track pants now. His fingers curled around your thighs, gripping them lightly and making you shiver with your blush making another violent appearance on your face, “This way, I can keep all this beautiful skin of yours safe from anyone else’s eyes.” Daichi winked up at you, his lips curling into a playful smile.

Sugawara Koushi:

You hadn’t realized how kind of boring these training camps were… Obviously, they weren’t focused on the managers, of which you were, so they weren’t directed towards your likes. But your boyfriend, Suga, seemed to be having as much fun as he always did with his friends!

And you guessed that’s where you could be placated. If he was having fun and enjoying the company around him… then you could happily go on about your boring day…

Only now he wasn’t around, and you were bored. So very bored. The hotel was nice, the pool was cool…. But you felt like being active! You wanted to go out there and jump around!

That’s where the idea of a fun game of volleyball came from. Your boredom talking for you. And thankfully, the other managers were on the same level of antsy pants to join your offered game!

“Ohhh~ Where did you get those? They’re so cute!”

You looked down at your shorts, smiling proudly as you responded, “The shop by the university gym! It’s got so many colors and the material is super stretchy, too.” You demonstrated by pulling at the hem of the thigh, showing how it molded around your added fingers or stretched accordingly as you pulled it away from you.

That’s all that had been mentioned of your shorts, and yet you felt high and alert from the attention it’d gotten you! Confident! You felt confident in your movement and your body as you played volleyball with your friends!

In high school, you’d been on the volleyball team! That’s how you’d met Suga. The two teams, boys and girls, had met up for a practice match - co-ed - and you’d been graced with Suga as your teams setter since yours was out sick that day. First year you had been…. Floored by his appearance, and flustered by how sweet he was. You didn’t know if you’d fallen for him that day or the years following as the two of you grew closer as friends before eventually becoming an item.

From that first day, you’d always tried to practice with him and his team - to be closer to him more than anything.. but also because the boys team held so much more competitiveness with each other! Especially during your third year when the dynamic duo first years would pop off every moment they saw each other!

There was no competitiveness here, though, just a fun filled game of tossing the ball back and forth - whoever dropped it first owed the others a pork bun.. Nothing serious since the city you were all in for the summer camp had particularly inexpensive snacks! You were in the lead, though! But the girls didn’t want to have to keep track of how many they owed you, so instead they’d just give you the amount owed.

So many pork buns. Your stomach rumbled in anticipation!

The ball suddenly went flying over your head, “I’ll get it!” You called, trotting casually after the ball as it bounced by the gym entrance.

“__-_____?”

You suddenly stood straight from your bending position, the ball held tightly in your hands, feeling a gasp scraping against your throat at it’s sudden appearance. “K-Koushi?” You let out a heavy breath, resting a hand on your heart to show he’d startled you, “Don’t do that! My heart can’t take the surprises of an angel!”

Suga’s smile was soft, but there was a curiosity to his gaze. He stood on the gym steps, having heard the calling of voices from within and picking yours out from the crowd. His hand on the rail, one foot on the step in front of him, you’d surprised him as much as he’d surprised you. “An angel, huh?” He chuckled quietly, “Practice match?” He asked, glancing behind you to see the girls hadn’t actually waited for you upon seeing Suga taking up your attention.

Raising the ball in your hand, you smiled, “Yup. Got bored in the hotel… “ You smiled sheepishly, not wanting him to think you regretted coming on this training trip with him. It had been optional… But you’d taken it thinking you’d have more time with your boyfriend in a paid for room… when really, you only saw him during practice. “How was dinner?” You asked, not wanting an award lull to take its place between you two.

Another smile, though this one held a bit of secret to it, “Got bored.” He copied your response, and you let out a huff of a laugh, fingers delving into the grooves of the ball - why did it feel like you were nervous around him? Were you still feeling the same schoolgirl crush flutters around the young man you’d been dating for 2 years now?

Didn’t that mean the love was still strong between you? And he seemed to be enjoying your little chat… Was he feeling the same fluttering?

You glanced behind you, seeing the girls had continued playing, having found another ball in the opened closet.. You tossed the ball in their general direction before stepping out onto the top step of the stairs, just one above where he’d been about to go. His brown eyes watched you closely, and while his expression remained sweet and tender, you knew his eyes were taking in every single aspect of your movements. Like a hawk watching its prey.

“So you came by to…. Play a game?” The slight tilt of your head didn’t go unnoticed by him; Were you playing the same game he was? Or were you just feigning innocent? Or maybe you actually hadn’t realized the game he’d started up with you the moment he’d seen you pick up the ball?

Suga smiled still, gentle and easy, no sign of mischievousness at all, “Play a game…” He echoed, a slight hum to his voice. “Maybe.” The softness of his voice had you on edge, but you continued to push, stepping closer to the ledge of the step, within arms reach of him now.

He took the offer almost immediately, his hand reaching out, fingers outstretched and making contact with the smooth material of your shorts. “What game exactly, Koushi?” You knew he loved when you called his name, even in the most casual sense… It made him feel loved and like he belonged. Like he was needed and wanted. And he was.

Fingers found their way under the thigh of your shorts, pulling the material.. his eyes on the stretch of it. “This is really high quality material…” He noted, mostly to himself, and you smiled proudly as he let the fabric snap back into place. It wasn’t plastic elastic so it didn’t sting in the least.

“Koushi…” You called his attention, feeling a thrill shoot through you when his eyes looked up at you from under his lashes. He was still a step below you, and you bit the inside of your cheek at how…. Smoldering he could be even from this angle. A true master at his appearance’s influence on you, he smiled softly when you raised your eyebrows at him; he hadn’t answered your question.

“I did say maybe, ______.” He pointed out easily, the gentle amusement in his voice only being prompted by the playful roll of your eyes.

Humming in thought, you felt the rumble of your stomach interrupt your interpretation of his words and actions, “Well!” You started with a bright smile, hopping down the steps quickly before standing at the base of them - two below him now. You put your hands on your hips with a proud smile on your face, “I haven’t eaten dinner and I’m starving!” You pulled the collar of your shirt back, seeing the gathered money in your sports bra. Great shorts… still no pockets. “AND,” You added with extra emphasis, “I was owed pork buns for all my won games, so I’m going to go feed myself….”

You’d started walking away before he could get a word in, his eyes watching your enthusiastic display of pride. He simply turned towards you as you walked a couple feet away from him, about to call out to you before you looked over your shoulder at him.

“Koushi, are you coming?”

His smile was breathtaking, and he nodded quickly before hopping to the base of the stairs and quickly catching up to you. Suga immediately took your hand in his, lacing your fingers with his own and bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand. Smooth and swift, you could only smile brightly in response.

What he asked next though, had you stopping in your tracks with a confused expression adorning your face.

“Those don’t chafe, do they?” He stopped beside you, your joined hands moving so he could tug at the stretchy material once more.

You cleared your throat with pursed lips, trying to think back to the tags on the shorts and if they’d warned anything about chafing or the like. In fact, you didn’t even know what kind of wash cycle they required… “Uh…. I don’t think so?…..” You looked down at your legs, moving them to spread a bit apart under you, not seeing any kind of irritation from your vantage point before looking back up at Suga with even more confusion, “Wait… Why?”

A smirk. A beautifully innocent smirk curled his lips as he leaned down and whispered, “Just wondering if I’ll be giving more kisses down there tonight to take away the pain.”

A/N: Reminder!!! All requests going forward from like…. December…. Are all based in college+ AU. I’m a legal adult, and don’t find high school boys ….. legally attractive lmao

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HS Epi: Meat p21 reaction

So, Dave, huh?

Doesn't seem as if Dirk is expecting him to fall unconscious too from the looks of it.

But that doesn't mean that he might not. It depends on who's really behind the condition, Dirk or Alternate Calliope.

You'd think Dave might get called by Roxy when they can't wake Jade up, but that might happen in the latter half of the page.

It's notable that Dirk even as almost omniscient narrator seems harried to continue acknowledging certain scenes. As if he fears he might be influenced.

"DAVE: holy shit thats disgusting KARKAT: DON’T BE A FUCKING XENOPHOBE DAVE: im not being a xenophobe" Yeah Dave, be more sensitive towards the people whose body image is celestial. :P

"Karkat doesn’t respond immediately. He shuffles his feet to the edge of the outcropping they’re standing on and stares down at the brood pit, where the Mother Grub of Earth C is squelching out unfertilized jelly." :O They actually left their hive! And they're meeting up with Kanaya! So... yeah, didn't think we'd require further indulging into the reproductive cycle of trolls, we had TMI already, but here we are. :P Jelly to go into the slurry, unfertilized like fish eggs. Joy.

"No answer. This silence makes Dave actually back up for three seconds and think about what the hell just came out of his mouth." Karkat's just distracted, thinking of something else or looking for Kanaya, I suspect, but Dave goes reading too much into it.

"Dave could definitely be handling this situation with a certain measure of restraint or grace. But he’s got my genes, so he decides to handle it a different way than that." Well, Dirk did say he owned his own faults. He wasn't lying.

"DAVE: but im almost as passionate about this troll speciesism thing as i am about the economy which you may not have known is my number one" Heh, Dave's really getting worked up about this, assuming he came over poorly.

"Karkat still doesn’t answer. He’s staring real intently at the jelly." He doesn't spot any mutations, by chance?

"KARKAT: HEY DIPSHIT, SHUT UP FOR A MINUTE. KARKAT: I’M NOT IGNORING YOU BECAUSE I’M MAD. DAVE: what DAVE: that wasnt what i KARKAT: I KNOW THAT YOU PERISH LIKE A DELICATE LILAC BLOOM IN THE FUCKING DESERT IF NOT SHOWERED WITH MY VERBAL ATTENTION AT ALL TIMES. KARKAT: BUT I’M KIND OF WITNESSING THE REBIRTH OF MY ENTIRE FUCKING SPECIES RIGHT HERE. KARKAT: YOU EVER THINK THAT THIS MIGHT BE A MONUMENTAL MOMENT FOR ME?" Wow, this is actually really much more like the Karkat we're used to hearing rants from.

I can definitely understand he feels some very heavy feelings right now, since everything that happened in the A2 session and after has lead to this moment. So I'm definitely allowing Karkat a measure of solemnness, and perhaps even feeling proud and aloof at the achievement.

"Dave comes to the edge of the outcropping, standing shoulder to shoulder with Karkat as he too observes the majesty of translucent goo getting birthed out of an alien asshole." So majestic. I'm definitely getting "Mufasa showing Simba the Pride Lands" vibes from this scene. :P

"KARKAT: WHAT PART OF THIS IS DISGUSTING? KARKAT: IS IT THE SLOW DEFLATING OF ITS DISTENDED ABDOMEN? KARKAT: THE SOUND OF DOZENS OF SEGMENTED LEGS CLACKING AGAINST ITS EXOSKELETON? KARKAT: THE UNFERTILIZED SLURRY BEING SLOWLY SQUEEZED FROM ITS OVIPOSITIONAL SPHINCTER? KARKAT: IS THAT IT? IS THAT DISGUSTING TO YOU DAVE? DAVE: kind of KARKAT: ... KARKAT: YOU’RE RIGHT KARKAT: IT’S HORRIBLE" You know when people sum up three items, the third one is often the most important one. :P And yeah, I figure Karkat can still see how horrific this is even as a troll himself. We know how much he could get grossed out by Equius' sweat and strongly voiced his dissent, and this is a whole new level of excrements.

"KANAYA: Im Sorry But I Can Hear You From Down Here" Kanaya has excellent hearing, being able to discern their blabbering from all the squelching and clacking. It might the rainbow drinker abilities.

"She’s glowing. Her skin, I mean." Yes, we already established she and Rose would adopt, if they'd ever go for progeny, if Rose can be convinced. :P

"Kanaya steps out from beneath the canopy where she was doing grub science, wiping her hands on a silk cloth." It's cool to see Kanaya do such a Jade-like activity! It's actually quite logical that her kind would be well versed in biology, given their strong dependence on the grub for (biological) reproduction.

"Her mood can be politely described as pensive." ... Something might be bothering her. A lack of donations, so far? It's not as if the imperial drone system will be set again, right? Depends on how they did things on Beforus, which she might shed light on. ... Figuratively.

"DAVE: whats shaking sis KANAYA: Must You Always Call Me That DAVE: nah but it does feel pretty rad to say DAVE: like wow my sister in law is an alien how" Pffff, yeah, that's right! Well, that's the first time someone besides Calliope (and Joey) is called sis! What'd that make Karkat to Rose? :P Since he has ties to both Kanaya and Dave.

"DAVE: i love our awesome planet where everyone is free to form xenophilic family units without fear of government interference or reprisal" That's an odd thing to say, but okay.

"Karkat pauses to imitate a very common Davism that involves two hands and a double-wrist swivel. It’s an incredibly good imitation, because he sees this particular bit of body language like ten times a day." ... Does Dave make a jazz hands signal when he's trying to change the subject? :D

"KARKAT: IT’S THE STUPIDEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN AND YOU DO IT LIKE TEN TIMES A DAY." ... Is Karkat picking that up from the narration, unconsciously?

"DAVE: im dropping a beat DAVE: like im using a turntable and scratching one song into another" ... Well then, less dorky and more related to his interests than I thought.

"KARKAT: IT LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE TRYING TO FOLD LAUNDRY YOU FORGOT TO IRON." At this point both he and Dave have forgotten Kanaya's presence. :P

"KANAYA: So This Is About The Election KARKAT: AH." She was expecting them. I wonder if they'll get as much an evasive answer as Roxy and Calliope gave Jade.

"KANAYA: I Do Get The Internet Down Here" Pretty good reception though! 'The Internet', such a Kanaya-ism.

"KANAYA: I Am Impressed That You Managed To Be Seen In Front Of That Many People Without Spontaneously Bursting Into Flames" So he gave a public statement! Nice.

"KARKAT: WOW THANKS, ANOTHER VOTE OF CONFIDENCE FROM ONE OF MY DEAREST FRIENDS." Yeah, well, your speeching days are kind of behind you, and even then it was only in front of 12 people, she may or may not have a point.

"KARKAT: THIS CONDESCENSION IS REALLY RICH COMING FROM THE PERSON WHO DECIDED HER NARCISSISTIC OBSESSION WITH BEING THE ONE TO HATCH THE MOTHER GRUB WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN NOT SEEDING OUR PLANET WITH A STOPGAP SYSTEM OF REPRODUCTION THAT WOULD CAUSE SYSTEMIC SPECIESISM TO OSSIFY INTO SOCIETY FOR 5000 YEARS." Pfff, Karkat already mentioned he discussed these topics so often with Kanaya over the phone. It'll be interesting to hear her retort.

"KANAYA: But I Do Not Think It Is Productive To Attribute These Resultant Troubles To A Single Decision Or Individual KANAYA: It Stands In The Way Of Our Efforts To Address Them KARKAT: MMNNNRRRGHHH......... DAVE: (shhhhhh)" I like this, Kanaya's right in absolving herself at least in part of the blame for the end result. Karkat is doing wonders in restraining himself from shouting. Dave is shooshing Karkat.

"KAYANA: You Know As Well As I Do That We Must Present A United Front" Yeah, that'd be best to not cause societal upheaval. But they're not doing a good job already of course, running two different campaigns.

"KANAYA: I Have Nothing But The Utmost Faith In You" ... is the new "I believe in you".

"Kanaya reaches out to put a hand on Karkat’s head. He doesn’t duck away in time, and she gives him an affectionate, matronly hair-ruffle between his horns." I love how Kanaya's motherly/sisterly feelings towards Karkat manifest sometimes. :D *pap pap good crab*

"KANAYA: While I Know That It Is Difficult For You To Take A Direct Compliment KANAYA: I Have In The Past Put My Faith In You When The Threat To Our Survival Has Been Immediate And Literal KANAYA: Its Basically Nothing To Ask Me To Do It Again Now That The Threat Is Far More ... KANAYA: *Existential*" Awww. Yeah, she always was one of his closest confidantes. Even going through with the trolling of the kids when she didn't feel like it would be that effective. And she's right, the dangers now are far more vague.

"KANAYA: Is How I Think I Shall Put It KANAYA: If We Are Going To Be Polite" ... And personal, I guess, since they come from within their own group. (Let's be honest, the trolls were a team but not a cohesive one. In that regard, the players on Earth C are far more kin.

"Dave is watching her, but Karkat’s looking contemplatively at his entwined hands. Kanaya’s right: it’s almost excruciating for him to take a completely unironic compliment, especially face-to-face, like what she just said to him. I understand this about Karkat. It’s one of the precious few things he and I have in common." Well, it stands to reason that if Karkat has a lot in common with Dave, he'd have a lot in common with Dirk too! But maybe some of those things are not part of the same set.

"We internalize and project the quality in very different ways, however, which is why I’m going to win." Here goes Dirk again, assuming he's the real leader on his side. He assumes his way of dealing with compliments will make him come off better, but he might just seem arrogant.

"KANAYA: Jane Has Been Here To Speak With Me Recently In Fact" Oh! I actually figured the issue was being discussed over the heads of the actual people impacted by a decision. ... Like is so often the case on our own Earth.

"KANAYA: You Know I Do Like Jane KANAYA: In Some Regards She Reminds Me Of A Friend We Had Who Sadly Did Not Survive Our Time On The Meteor" Feferi?

"KANAYA: She Was Unfailingly Kind To Everyone She Met But She Also Happened To Be The Heiress To The Throne Of A Vast And Bloody Empire" Aww. We didn't have much interaction between them, but it seems she held Feferi in high regard. It would have been a different empire under her. Different from Beforus as well, since the troll race had been influenced so severely by Doc Scratch and )(IC by then already.

"KANAYA: And While She Had A Lot Of Opinions On Reform She Had Already Wrenched Some Of Her Power From Our Last Empress In The Traditional Manner" Via the lusus. That might be her reasoning behind waiting until after the time skip to hatch the Grub. For the bond that would form between troll and grub. Maybe she felt she alone could handle the responsibility, or she craved a little sliver of that contact she lossed with her own custodian.

"Karkat finally looks up at the description of one of their many dead friends." Yeah, this would surely stir something with him as well.

"She rests an ear against the rise of its massive stomach, then taps the shell with two perfectly manicured fingernails." That calls back to when she got the matriorb out from her dead lusus' body.

"KANAYA: By Which I Mean That Jane Is Perfectly Pleasant And I Believe That She Has Only The Best Of Intentions KANAYA: But I Cant Shake The Feeling That Deep Inside Her Lurks The Potential For Despotism" Yeah, we know how it could have manifested in Feferi from Beforus.

"KARKAT: OKAY I GET WHY YOU GUYS KEEP CALLING JANE A CRYPTO-FASCIST KARKAT: BUT FUCKING FEFERI? SHE WAS HARMLESS. KANAYA: These Things Take Time To Gestate Karkat DAVE: damn" Dave is impressed by Kanaya's political analysis.

"KANAYA: Power Corrupts In Small Steps KANAYA: Compromises KANAYA: Concessions KANAYA: Appeasements KANAYA: And Leaders Follow The Example Set For Them KANAYA: Look At What Jane Has Modeled Herself After Already" So maybe the situation on Beforus wasn't Feferi's doing single-handedly, just a situation that grew and grew over millennia. A goal reached by means bartered over, the result corrupted in the process of achieving it.

I don't think Jane really modelled herself after the Condesce consciously, but if it's the only example of a powerful business woman she had, then of course she'd unknowingly copy some bad habits she doesn't think are bad.

"KANAYA: This Is Why I Trust You Karkat KANAYA: Because You Listen To Advice From Below And Beside You Not From Above" Plus, the Sufferer is his precedent, whether he believes in him or not. And yes, Karkat might admire achievements made by what he believes to be his betters (Vriska, Meenah, the Condesce), but he's learned not to copy their behaviour.

"DAVE: so weve got your endorsement then

She laughs, not kindly. KANAYA: Jane Offered Me “A Seat” On The “Board Of Responsible Troll Reproduction” KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK. HOW DARE SHE! KANAYA: That Is Exactly What I Said" Wow, yeah, that was definitely inconsiderate of Jane. Trolls should be the end responsible of their own reproduction, and if there's a board, there's a chairman, but as long as there's a president above either and she's human, the inequality persists.

"RECREATION SPRAWL" Troll term for park.

"KANAYA: In Case You Cant Tell I Am Actually Fucking Furious About This" Well, thanks Kanaya, I really couldn't!

"KANAYA: Our Reproduction Method Is Alien And Unfamiliar KANAYA: To A Human It Must Sound Monstrous KANAYA: Uncontrolled Even" While it wasn't, of course, there's a rhyme and reason to it. Especially considering the dangers on Alternia, a big pool of spawn to go through the trials is necessary. ... I wonder if they're going to set up new trials on Earth C, in the brooding caverns?

Come to think of it... What the grubs go through... It's kind of similar in a way to how in humans, the male sperm has to survive the trip to the egg cell.

"KARKAT: WHEN I HEAR ABOUT HOW HUMAN GRUBS CHEW THEIR WAY OUT OF THE FEMALE MATESPRIT’S ABDOMINAL HOLE BEFORE CONSUMING THE WOMB MEMBRANE IT MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT." That's... well, a different phrasing but still close to the truth. Makes us sound like birds hatching from an egg, though.

"KANAYA: I Hope That There Is At Least One Principle We Share As A Planet KANAYA: Which Is That We Must All Work To Ensure Equal Dignity And Respect For Every Species" It's sad that in real life, so many people disagree.

"KANAYA: Otherwise KANAYA: What Was This All For

The three of them stare at the floor in adorably cartoonish synchronicity. What was this all for, indeed?" It's almost as if they're looking down to the narration, acknowledging Dirk's presence. :P

"Morality is a cultural construct. It’s pure ego for any of them to believe that their personal interpretation of it will result in the most effective laws." As for your personal interpretation, Dirk? :P

"DAVE: would you be willing to say that exactly but DAVE: like in front of a huge crowd DAVE: and also a television crew or six" She'd actually pull it off better than Karkat. Maybe she could be his press speechperson on troll subjects? :P

"KARKAT: OR MAYBE JUST IN FRONT OF JAKE ENGLISH? KANAYA: Oh Dear Has Jane Recruited Jake" The Jakestakes return. Kanaya also believes in that Jake will sway the vote.

"KANAYA: That Would Be Disastrous KANAYA: He Is Beloved In The Troll Kingdom For His Perky Ass" Why. Of all the universal constants.

"DAVE: seriously? KARKAT: I TOLD YOU IT’S NOT JUST ME! KANAYA: It Has Some Terrible Arcane Power KANAYA: I Have Never Seen Anything Like It" It's like his <3 quadrant, a black hole everything is attracted to.

"DAVE: but jane is one of his best friends so we gotta approach this with a scorched earth policy DAVE: give him a whole cadre of sob stories thatll make him feel all manly and heroic for lending his support DAVE: just gift wrapping babies for him to kiss KARKAT: TROLL BABIES EVEN? DAVE: sure that can be part of the deal he can kiss the first natural born grub right on its gooey lil head" He'd don a mayoral sash, top hat, fake moustache and monocle for the occasion, I can just picture it.

"KANAYA: Have You Spoken To Rose Yet DAVE: uh no DAVE: i mean DAVE: shes

Dave mimes laying down and taking pills. The look Kanaya gives him is neither fond nor patronizing." Very tactful, Dave, real smooth. At least Dave didn't bother Rose while she's otherwise occupied, like during the start of their session. Progress, right?

"DAVE: whats up with that anyway DAVE: are you guys uh DAVE: grub pregnant" Oh, yeah I should have figured Dave would start wildly guessing when not knowing the specifics behind the migraine.

"DAVE: cmon karkat dont you wanna be an uncle to a lil bundle of love and unnatural genetic tampering" Oh, now the baby became a genetically manipulated crossbreed. Jegus, Dave.

"DAVE: ok stop freaking out im just saying from what i understand of troll reproduction it would be technically possible for a troll and human to KANAYA: No DAVE: and with ectobiology anythings possible" Well, it's true the fandom speculated about crossbreeds, but uh, Dave is just approaching the subject from the worst angle.

"DAVE: i dunno its just unusual for rose to brush me off for our annual ecto sibling oversharing session" I would have thought they'd AT LEAST schedule it monthly, not annually. :P

"DAVE: shes been sick for a while DAVE: either shes pregnant or i got reasons to be worried" And NOW we get to the REAL reason Dave's breached the subject.

"DAVE: id be cool with it yknow DAVE: bring on the rosemary combo grubs KANAYA: Rosemary" Hah, nice! Shipping name dropped! Maybe that's what Dave thinks of them in his mind sometimes, like how "Dave and Karkat" became a concept to their friends.

"DAVE: like rose plus your last name which is maryan or something right KANAYA: Maryam" Oh Dave, inconsiderate much? :P

"DAVE: the rosemary babies would have her hair and your horns or whatever DAVE: like when two cartoon animals of different species give in to their lust and have preposterous children" Like what Dirk drew for Jake and Roxy.

"KANAYA: Im Going To Call My Wife And You Are Going To Stop Talking" Oh boy, here we go. Is Dirk going to answer? Making him both narrator and character at the same time? Is he going to impersonate Rose? Or will Rose unexpectedly wake up?

"Dave and Karkat bicker about what their combo kids would look like, in the event that they decided to stop being such laughable wusses" Even Dirk is rooting for them, kind of. And why would they even discuss this subject if the subject of becoming more than friends even scares them so much they don't acknowle- wait I answered my own question.

"Rose’s line rings for a long time. It’s unusual, she thinks. Rose rarely leaves her phone unattended." She rarely leaves an occasion hanging to be able to speak long sentences.

"Rose is in absolutely no condition to be having a conversation with anyone. Not even her cherished bride. DIRK: Hey," Is Dirk going to lie, I wonder. It would just be another mark against him, but a big one, as it'd be a confirmed action of malicious intent.

"Kanaya’s voice turns sharp right away. KANAYA: Excuse Me

She can sense that something’s wrong." Alright! He won't be able to spin the wheel on her, if he'd wish to do so.

"She’s also smart enough, and facile enough in handling questionable men" - right, Doc Scratch.

"to understand that she quickly needs to regulate the tone of her voice for diplomatic purposes. KANAYA: Dirk KANAYA: Is That You" Not fooling him at all, Kanaya, he knows you know it's him. This turned almost into a call with a hostage-holder.

"I don’t answer immediately. I’m distracted by something." His own narration, or something happening to Rose? ... Or perhaps... Perhaps Dirk is making contact with Reload Dirk, if he still exists. It would be something if he lost touch with Earth C for a while.

Perhaps it's more like what Blaperile thinks, Dirk is being distracted by events in the Furthest Ring, leading up to the upcoming perspective switch.

"She really should chill out, anyway. I’ve got everything under control. Not that she’ll ever be able to fully appreciate this." Well that's the understatement of the year. Kanaya would never forgive him, and it's only questionable if a lot of his other friends will. It'll dependent on further developments.

"I don’t have time to explain right now. John’s doing something vaguely important to the plot again." You'd think that what we last saw, John and the wallet, is where we'd continue his scene. But maybe Dirk fastforwarded his narration of John (he showed off at one point and let him spend a few hours, remember?), and now Rose's timeline caught up.

But this means Dirk's currently not in a state to answer Kanaya, but what does that mean? Is he going to freeze with Rose's phone in hand for a few hours, or has he broken off the call to "write" the narration?

"DIRK: Kanaya, I don’t have time to explain right now." That's not an acceptable answer for her and you know it. Unless he has her fall unconscious, too, Dave and Karkat and her are going to come over!

"DIRK: John’s doing something vaguely important to the plot again." Wow, he actually repeated his narration into the phone. He really doesn't control his situation as much as he thinks.

"KANAYA: Dirk... KANAYA: What DIRK: This is gonna have to wait. KANAYA: Dirk DIRK: I’m putting you on hold, ok? KANAYA: DIRK!" "Putting you on hold", pfffff. It's a personal cliffhanger for Kanaya. At least he's partially outed himself to the other people now. Unless he can continue his conversation with her with a 'reasonable' delay of only a few seconds from her perspective, and then proceeds to smoothly talk around what he told her, with his narration powers influencing her to drop the subject.

[breakfastatwonhos]

HP!au fic rec

a/n: these are most likely gonna be updated when we find more fics

A Little? A Lot. by vtaetaem

Min Yoongi and Kim Taehyung are caught breaking some rules they shouldn’t be and their solution isn’t exactly...the best.

OR

The fic in which Kim Taehyung, the current king of Wizarding Korea, finds himself in a rather sticky situation that leaves him enjoying the smile of a certain Slytherin a little too much.

95z And the Horrifically Attractive Hufflepuff Head Boy by sheepishfiction

Taehyung is an unregistered Animagus and Jimin is not that bad at Charms. Jungkook spends an excessive amount of time in the first stall of the second floor boy’s toilet. But none of these things matter, because holy shit, Kim Seokjin.

the curious case of the wolf in the nighttime by gacrux

Jeongguk doesn't know Taehyung, but he's about to. (AKA the HP AU that got away from me).

Boys With Magic Series by Yoongied586

description to be made...

Bet you didn’t know by quartzspirit

Taehyung is a ho for bacon and doesn't notice that something is off. Jungkook reacts too slow. Money is exchanged, pictures are taken and Min Yoongi laughs enough for one year. An ordinary day at Hogwarts, Jungkook thinks.

Spells of Seven Series by SilverAndGreen

Seven students of Hogwarts meet each other through a mystery that takes place in the castle, after which they become best friends. Life seems to continue on as normal, but they don't know that one carries a secret with him; a secret that eventually leads them into something grave outside the walls of their beloved school.

time follows you (and fades) by thebestofme

hp!au - how half-veela!jimin and yoongi fall in love in the Slytherin common room.

(or, two sides of one story: Jimin worries about the effects of his Allure and hides his veela nature; Yoongi loves Jiminie but is too confused by mixed signals to act on it).

Mandrake by sleepychoi

Alternatively titled: Heart's True Intentions

Yoongi and Seokjin, like most of the older couples at Hogwarts, had learned to find little secluded spots to call their own despite the crowded school. Yoongi was also pretty sure that being friends with people like Taehyung and Hoseok made it extra hard for them to find privacy.

Luckily, they had claimed a little corner of one of the greenhouses as their own. They bloomed there just like the flowers did.

Amortentia by Tosun

Jimin didn't think his love potion would actually work.

say the magic words series by heytaetae

description to be written

Shift Spectrum by mintyyoongiJPEG & yoonminaufest

���He keeps screwing up the potion, I can’t work when I have to babysit him constantly to make sure he’s not gonna blow us up!”

“Can you two just– you know what. Yoongi, go switch with Taehyung. You and Jimin are partners for the rest of the year.”

The silence that fell over the classroom could best be described as stunned. All motion in the room stopped as Yoongi felt the tips of his ears heat up and there was that tingle in his scalp again.

All I Want (Is To Get a Little Bit Closer To You) by Lunabunni

The first time Taehyung set his eyes on Jungkook during his second year at Hogwarts, he knew there was something different about him.

night follows you (as it flows) by thebestofme

hp!au - somehow, jeongguk finds himself raising a baby dragon with taehyung. amidst rumors of being the death eaters’ son sorted into the wrong house, he finds hope.

You Smell Like Home by officialkth

Taehyung shows up to class late on the day they're brewing Amortentia, and wonders aloud why everyone is wearing Jeongguk's cologne.

" “My god, Jeongguk, did you lend your cologne to everyone or did you take a shower in it this morning?” Taehyung looks around the room, failing to notice everyone staring at him with open mouths, and takes another deep breath. “Bloody hell, it’s coming from everywhere.”

“Um…We’re brewing Amortentia today, Tae.” "

Blood, Sweat, and Magic by elibanana

This was not how his sixth year was supposed to end. Yoongi was supposed to walk through those double doors to the Great Hall, step up to Seokjin and confess. He was supposed to grab Seokjin’s hand, in front of Namjoon and Byulyi and all the Gryffindors, in front of Seunghoon and Jimin and all the Slytherins, in front of the whole school and profess his feelings. He was supposed to tip his head up, lean in and wait for Seokjin to close the few centimeters of space between them, because he would, of course he would, Yoongi was sure of it. He was supposed to end this year with a boyfriend in the form of one Seokjin Kim, one of Hogwarts’ most talented students and future legendary auror. They were supposed to end up together.

alternatively: a bunch of unexpected turn of events happen to Yoongi in his sixth year in Hogwarts, and he's not sure if he can handle any of it.

rated T for Yoongi swearing a lot.

Bangtan and the Venom of Asmodeus by Honey0613

Seven Korean exchange students have come to Hogwarts. Some are friends ... some are enemies. They have battles and drama, learning how to fight and love. What they don't know is that one of them has a bit of a dark history ...

fantastic beast and where to find them by Throne

Fantastic Beasts with Taehyung as Newt and Yoongi as Tina. Hoseok as Jacob and Jimin as Queenie for comic relief.

Puppy Therapy by  gbyesummer (shouldshy)

Curled up next to the gutter is a brown dog, fur matted down from the rain, shivering with its eyes closed. It's managed to at least keep its head dry, tucked beneath the metal spout releasing water into the streets, but it looks cold and tired and something in Yoongi's chest clenches.

The dog barely reacts when he picks it up and strokes the dry, curly fur on his head, just lets out a little huff and a whine. It’s bigger than it looked from a distance, a poodle or some kind of poodle mixed breed, and he was correct in guessing it didn’t have a collar. If it were awake it might be able to sit on one of his arms and lean against his chest. As it is, weak and shaking, he has to carry it with both his arms. He tucks its body beneath his cloak—not a great solution with how soaked it is, but at least it’ll be protected from the wind—and hugs it to his chest.

Brewing Feelings 101 series by feels_train

bangtan hogwarts au featuring dumb boys getting dumber because of feelings.

There's Magic in All of Us (Yet You Enchant Me More Than Anyone) by sobi_baby

Whoever said Slytherins and Hufflepuffs couldn't be friends; Yoongi and Hoseok clearly never got the memo.

You're Stronger Than You Seem by Peque

There's a new program at Hogwarts to bring seven kids from South Korea to build stronger relations with Asia

Min Yoongi is one of the lucky few.

Animagus by notoverthatbityet

The bond formed between the seven young wizards while attending Mahoutokoro, their ancient magical school, is a powerful one, but things are more complicated in adulthood. The past has a way of catching up with you.

and one musn't tell lies by tteokie

Yoongi wants to fly so bad he's ready to break the rules for that. Jung Hoseok is the worst collateral damage possible. (Stop lying).

The Room of Unrequited Love by dyegu

When the new Hufflepuff prefect, Park Jimin, takes an undue interest in Slytherin fourth-year Jeon Jungkook, the younger boy starts wondering if any magic can compare to the uncomfortable bubbly feeling in his heart.

Of Quaffles, Bludgers, and Snitches by lost_things

The International Collegiate Quidditch Tournament is a pretty big deal, and becoming the team captain at Hogwarts is something of a coup but it wasn't something Hoseok expected.

His team?

A Slytherin Keeper with a nasty reputation and a powerful return.

Two Ravenclaw Chasers; one a Third Year hothead and the other his clumsy best friend.

A shy Gryffindor Beater who doesn't live up to the stereotype.

A Seventh Year Gryffindor Chaser who's been relegated to second string because of his Prefect duties.

An insomniac of a Hufflepuff Beater who has more than a knack.

And himself, one of the best Seekers since Harry Potter himself.

He's not quite sure what's going to happen, but he sure hopes for the best.

(Alternatively, Bangtan re-imagined as an inter-house Quidditch team. A story about a modern Hogwarts, their developing friendships and teamwork, and a lot of broom physics.

And Chair cat.)

petrificus totalus by stardots

Seokmin really likes Jaehyun and he also really needs better friends

Hexed (By Your Smile) by sevencts

Little did Jisoo know, he’d phased his way through more than one set of walls.

Audere est Facere by TheJuniorRoyals

Wonwoo was so excited to get his Hogwarts letter on his birthday, until he didn't. Insert Junhui, who will make Wonwoo feel less bad about being non-magic.

Felix Felicis & the Perks of Misconception by TheJuniorRoyals

Ravenclaw Lee Jihoon brews up a batch of Liquid Luck so he can confess to his long term crush, Gryffindor's Kim Mingyu.

live a little by symmetrophobic

a prompt fill for 7fics, asking for markson hp au with jackson as the quidditch captain and mark his much beloved forbidden fruit

Just Lay Back by soft_sweethearts

Baths are supposed to be relaxing. Too bad that word is not in Park Jinyoung's vocabulary.

The Sweets Issue by  Aredhel_Alcarin

You may think, as far as Hogwarts history goes, that Gryffindor VS Slytherin quidditch matches are the most intense and extreme ones.

And, well—it’s not that they aren’t intense and extreme. But the point is, despite all that, their matches have nothing to do against Ravenclaw VS Slytherin ones, at least since Park Jinyoung got to be Ravenclaw’s captain.

Late for Lunch by sleepychoi

Yugyeom’s hobby was catching golden snitches, but he managed to catch Bambam’s heart instead.

Soft As A Cloud, Gentle As A Spring Breeze by orphan_account

Im Jaebum is the infamous playboy at Hogwarts. As Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain, and Head Boy, he enters his sixth year with everybody who's anybody wanting to either kiss him or kill him.

It seems like it will be a rather boring year, until Jaebum runs off at the mouth about his sexual prowess and gets caught up in a bet with Park Jinyoung, Slytherin's head boy.

Now Jaebum has to seduce and take to bed anyone of Jinyoung's choice before the school year is up. And what will Jaebum do when he finds himself accidentally falling for his doe-eyed victim?

Choi Youngjae was nobody. He didn't have any friends, any family, any anything. He wasted away his life hidden inside of the library, studying 24/7, until suddenly his life was tipped upside down by a handsome boy with honey-gold hair and a smirk that made Youngjae's palms sweat.

What's going to happen with the two polar opposites? Will they fall for each other? Or will the truth come out and destroy everything?

Chocolate Frogs and Hazy Dreams by yonamjoon

Jinyoung is tired. He's tired of the two loud troublemakers behind him in Charms class. He's tired of his mother pestering him with owls every day about their Christmas plans.

But most of all, he's tired because his mind won't stop racing and ticking and moving. But wizards don't really focus on mental health do they? Not when they're supposed to be smart and cunning and wise. Not when their mind is supposed to be their greatest weapon.

So Jinyoung is tired. And Mark isn't helping.

I Want to Keep You By My Side by kiwiootori

Bambam has always known that she's a girl. Yugyeom has always believed her.

look at me for a sec (don't be too awkward) by  turbrolence (shortiest)

in which a bludger shatters jinyoung's shoulder and jaebum ends up volunteering to feed him breakfast.

when i was a young boy by chanyeolanda

Gryffindors and Slytherins Do Not get along, every one knows this. It's bit unfortunate for Jinyoung and Jaebum, childhood friends sorted into the two rival houses.

Jaebum might not handle it very well.

(Alternately: Jaebum makes overdramatic generalisations and probably writes angsty early teen poetry.)

The Line That Separates Us by  Tsubame_go

When Jinyoung turns eleven he can't wait to join his best friend Jaebum at Hogwarts. He isn't expecting something as trivial as being sorted into a different house to divide them.

too shy to become your sun by unfairtanktops

sometimes, mark thinks, it's just easier to stay quiet.

(or, the one where jackson is oblivious and everyone is magic)

Bad Behavior by itsonlytime

The year is 1995 and Jackson Wang's popular and well known by the whole Hogwarts, he knows that. Everybody knows that. Leader of his team and probably the best damn quidditch player, out of all four houses. He's just fucking good at it. It's his sixth year and the final exams before the holidays are coming up like a proper snow storm; still he needs to concentrate on having the best game, losing is not an option. Confidence, indeed, was one of his best traits. The thing is: no one expected the damage that a stubborn, rude Slytherin boy could to do him. Someone playing his head like a freaking Golden Snitch wasn't exactly a plan for perfecting his skills.

Quacks like a Slytherin by ichigotabetai

The whole pureblood vs mudblood thing ? It always simmers under the surface. Blood purity might be a thing that's not openly talked about but it's very much alive and well. Baekhyun being completely and wholly muggleborn has always been a target. Now in his sixth year, he gives as good as he gets, insults easily rolling off his tongue because you have to defend yourself even if you think it's stupid and a waste of time. He can now insult a Slytherin pureblood in his sleep, has engaged with verbal wars with almost half of them. It's sort of a thing a Gryffindor does.

But there are some Slytherins who think even engaging in verbal war is beneath them. Park Chanyeol is one of them. For someone so hung up on status and image, he sure has a nice smile which is unfair. Because otherwise, Chanyeol is everything he resents.

make me speechless by misteami

baekhyun was absolutely smitten.

Do Kyungsoo and the Mudblood Muddle by picaselle

Kyungsoo has enough problems as it is. The last thing he wants to do is get involved in a high profile DMLE case, especially when it involves spending time with Chanyeol.

The Best of Friends by oxygenlove

Kyungsoo is a muggleborn Slytherin. Jongin is his pureblood best friend.

Artificial Love Potion by shineebean

Potions class is all fun and games until Kyungsoo’s Amortentia forces him to face the truth.

Sweeter than Victory by Demedicis

It only takes a little bit of Kim Junmyeon, Gryffindor's star keeper, for Do Kyungsoo to lose his cool. Similarly, it only takes a little bit of firewhisky for the seeker to let go of his inhibitions.

Sugar Quill by whenineternal

Yixing is an enigma, a live paradox with his cute smiles and little hands and high voice and his sexy tongue and the provocative way he sucks on the candy and sways his hips when Yifan's looking. 

Muggle the Way (To Your Heart) by Changdeol

When among Muggles, do as the Muggles do. And Sehun is determined to, even if he has no idea what that actually entails.

We Need To Test These Suckers Out by indigomini

Kyungsoo works in the Department of Performance Enhancing Magic Research for the Ministry of Magic. He has to test a swimming enhancement spell today, but his test subject is distracting as hell.

lost (but not found) by junxouji

Sehun casts a love spell on the unsuspecting Ravenclaw but he does not expect it to backfire.

You Can Never Tame Me by yagakat

Chanyeol is a flaming idiot and the worst dragon tamer Kris has ever seen.

make up shake up break up by aprilboys

Jongin should've thought a lot more about who he said his fake boyfriend is when he rejected for the umpth time Chanyeol confessing his undying love for him in public, especially since his significant other is no other than his best friend Taemin.

Beware Of The Cat by naomi24

Jongdae is a vicious cat who only wants real food. Minseok likes to remind wizards that owls are the real You-Know-Who. Jongdae simply wants his first love back. And Yixing? Well, he’s just the protagonist.

Disapparitions by trashdemon

Luhan’s a washed-up accountant returning to London. Minseok is homeless. Two lonely people, with no destinations but too many memories, find each other on the Knight Bus.

*edited 8/18/17

[darth-salem-emperor-of-earth]

Day Six: An Unlikely Partnership

Coming about a few days late is day 6 of my OC Kiss Week extravaganza. The theme for this one is “Intoxicated”, starring one of my newer OCs, Kavi Zifon, and @queenzabrak‘s Sethali Kuda  I thought it’d be amusing to see Seth interact with one of my Sith characters because Kavi is both chill and yest so intense on certain things. And kind of a jokester. I hope you like the story and how I portrayed your darling avocado agent (and wow, this ficlet got away from me in terms of length). XD

Sethali had very low tolerance for Sith these days and continued to grit her teeth hours after the Keeper gave her an assignment. She was suppose to meet an up and coming Sith star and be his bodyguard. Given to her past with psychotic or maniacal Sith Lords, the Keeper admitted he was reluctant to give her this mission because she would have her hands full with the Eagle. But since her new job insisted on having the best and he too would be hunting the Eagle and his network down, the Council decreed the two of them would work together. 

At least this no-good Sith suggested they get acquainted at a cantina. Meant he had some amount of taste.

Grumbling at her lack of luck, Sethali ordered another another cocktail--this time with peaches, pomegranate, and lime. Maybe she would get through this encounter a little tipsy. As she waited anxiously at the bar, she felt the presence of someone sitting next to her and as she inclined her head around to take a peek, she blinked in surprise. At her right was a Miraluka with flawless bronze skin and golden hair, a slim pair of shades covering his eyesockets. He cocked his head at her and smiled winsomely, revealing a marvelous set of dimples. His Adonis looks nearly knocked her over her chair and stole the wind from her. How in the blazes did she not see this man at all in Dromund Kaas?  

“Hello,” he nearly purred, his voice akin to velvet. “Do you know any good drinks to recommend?” 

She nodded and then mentally cursed, knowing full well he couldn’t see her movements. “Uh, yeah, all their cocktails are divine and their sangria or fruit wine isn’t half band either. Don’t know much about their strong spirits though--never tried them.” 

The Miraluka smiled again, just as beguiling and handsome as before. Why did this day have to be the day she was meeting a Sith?! “Thank you for the suggestions. I’ll try one of their sangrias then.” He flagged the bartender and asked for a white sangria, his lips still stretched out into full beam. Once his order was placed, he returned his attention back to you. “I hope you don’t mind if I drink with you.”

“Not at all,” she began, “but unfortunately, I’m suppose to meet up with someone here soon and talk business. And from what I hear, the Sith don’t like to be kept waiting.” 

The man arched one eyebrow at her comment, curiosity blooming across his tan, sculpted features. “A Sith, you say?”

“Yeah, and it bites.” Unable to stop herself, Sethali quaffed down more of her second cocktail as her new acquaintance (for lack of a better term) sipped on his sangria. “I just know I’ll be involved with another Sith who will try to electrocute me or fling me into the wall with the Force for ‘speaking up’. Are there any sane Sith in the Empire?”

“Perhaps,” replied the man, “but it depends who you ask. And oh, before I forget my manners, my name is Kavi.”

“Sethali,” she provided, hoping she’d see him again once her new Sith partner chased him off. “Seth, for short.”

Prior Kavi could open his mouth and respond, two goons, both robed and wearing hoods, approached them. Sethali tensed up, hand instinctively reaching for her knife strapped to her belt. Were these servants or apprentices of the Sith partner, coming to chew her out and hurt Kavi for “distracting her”? Whatever the reason, she was going cut off their fingers and more. She rose, prepared to confront them when Kavi held his hand up and shook his head, mouth whispering “no”. She frowned, wondering how she could sense them from so far away, unless his hearing was as sharp as a vine cat. 

“They’re not here for you. They’re hear for me.” he only explained as the two thugs soon stood right behind him. A dark look settled over his face and his grin became twisted, conniving even. “Why are you here, befouling this droll establishment with your stench? Don’t you two have better tasks to do, such as training? Or trying not to look so ghastly?”

The first one bristled. “You can’t even see and yet you call us ugly?!”

Kavi snorted. “I’m well attuned with the Force. It shows me many things and your unfortunate mug is one of them.”

“You’ll pay for killing our friend Maxsel!” growled the second one, drawing his lightsaber. “A slave like you isn’t fit to be Sith.” 

At this exchange, Sethali’s eyes widen, realization overtaking her viridian features. Kavi, this Miraluka standing before her...he was her assignment. He was the Sith she was suppose to guard and team up with. Was all this some sort of a ploy, a sick game he wanted to tease her and make her feel at ease?

“I don’t believe you,” she said lowly at Kavi, whose eyeless gaze continued to be rooted at her. “You knew who I was before you came here and decided to play with me.” The agent craved to toss her drink at him yet the thought the better of it. She definitely wasn’t going to waste a cocktail on the likes of him.

“How could I have known you were to be my bodyguard without sight?” he answered drily, gesturing to his shades. “I didn’t realize who you were until you said your name. Your aura, your presence was what drew me to you in the first place.”

Guilt about momentarily forgetting he was blind seeped through her but she didn’t have long to stew in it for one of Kavi’s foes, fed up with getting ignored, lunged forward with his lightsaber ignited and poised at Kavi’s head. Barely moving, Kavi flicked his wrist back and bolt of lighting rocketed out of his hand, hurtling the Sith apprentice into the opposite wall. The other enemy had Seth’s knife abruptly embedding in his chest and was now slowly choking on his own blood. Staring at the dying apprentice, the agent groaned. 

“I’m going to get punished for that, aren’t I?” she groused, motioning the barkeep for another drink.”

Kavi regarded her thoughtfully. “No, you won’t. Not on my watch.” The firmness in his tone was so jarring, especially since he seemed so jovial a few minutes ago. “Perhaps we should talk about our business in private.” 

Crossing her arms, she nodded. “Fine.”

They ended up not spending too much time on the mission at hand, much to Kavi’s amusement. Once the reveal of his identity betided, he expected Sethali to like him very little or not at all. She continued to be wary around him but after a couple of more drinks on both of their parts, she began to loosen up a little and in turn, so did he. He discovered she really relished fruity drinks and filled that bit of information for later. Perhaps after when their partnership was over he’d send her a gift. 

“What did that man mean when he called you a slave? Were you a slave once?” 

He was rather surprised she cared enough to ask. Maybe it was alcohol. Either way, he didn’t mind. His life of slavery was in the past now and he came so far from where he began. He wasn’t ashamed of his low status, it merely served to make him stronger. “Yes, I was, until, at a tender age, I displayed a magnificent amount of talent in the Force. Helps being a Miraluka too.” He chuckled, downing down his latest drink. “Yet some of my opponents don’t like the idea of being defeated by a former slave and are obsessed with reminding me about it. Their words, their petty insults do not hurt me.” 

There was a change in Seth’s mood, a shift in her aura, and suddenly, he felt her fingers brushing against his hand and there was a raucous scraping of chair scrapping the floor. Their knees were nearly touching now, he could sense it. “What does hurt you?” She never called him “my lord” or “milord” and he never asked her too. Casual terms were better for their working relationship this way. 

A smirk danced on his lips. “Searching for a way to injure me in case I go crazy?” he teased.

“No, I’m not,” came the insistent response. Kavi wasn’t sure whether to believe her or not yet let the issue slide. “It’s just...you seem so normal and way too cheery to be any Sith Lord I know.” 

“Why be all doom and gloom when you can be fabulous?” He leaned in slightly, smelling her scent of leather, sweat, alcohol, and a subtle yet beautiful mix of vanilla and nutmeg. The scents, particularly the vanilla and nutmeg base notes, engulfed his senses, intoxicating his head, quickening his heartbeat as well causing the blood in his veins to rush so wildly and jocosely. His speech was robbed from him, all Kavi could ponder about was how delicious and pleasing Sethali smelled like and then wondered what she tasted like. Was he that inebriated that he could think about was getting a kiss from a charming, quick-witted woman? When did he become such an untried youthling?   

Judging from the amused flare he experienced in her aura, Seth must have smiled a bit. “Point taken.” Her clothes rustled a little, his ears picking up her body leaning forward as well. All of a sudden, his mind was plagued with images of their faces being a hair breadth away, mouths partly opened and begging for the other to come and claim them. Sethali didn’t seem as closed off to him now, her presence, the infliction of her voice appeared inviting and playful, almost enticing. 

Swallowing and wetting his dry lips, Kavi took the chance. “Sethali...Seth, pardon me for my forwardness, but I really desire to kiss you right now. If you have no wish to such an action to betide, please tell me and I shall bother you no more.” 

The Mirialan agent was rather glad Kavi couldn’t witness her right now because her jaw was open wide and probably touching the floor by now. Did a Sith just ask her for permission to kiss her? Surely the universe must be imploding by now!

Still...he was insanely handsome and now, rather cute and who was she to complain if a young man like that found her attractive and wanted to kiss her?They were going to be working together anyhow so they might as well start comfortable with each other as soon as possible. Besides, she had been curious in how a Sith like him would kiss.   

Without warning, she reached over and grabbed his face passionately, crashing her lips against his with such fervency and sloppiness that only happened after she indulged herself in way too many cocktails. Kavi’s hand snuck up behind her and cradled her neck, his fingers tangled into her brown hair. He even sucked a little on her button lip and she moaned into his mouth, enjoying the new, heady sensations overpowering her mind and trickling down her spine. 

“I take it that was a ‘yes’,” Kavi remarked as they broke away, the corners of his lips twitching up into a smile.

“More like a ‘maybe’,” she bantered right back, matching his grin with one of her own. He tossed his head back and laughed.

“Sethali, I’m going to enjoy working with you from now on.” 

“Same here, Kavi.” And she meant it too. 

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