#and scream NO! NO! NO! when he's about to hit his finisher on him aka The Best Finisher In Wrestling

[otsukare-katsukare]

i know i beat this dead horse every few weeks or so but i really think sami and neville's nxt feud was so special. sami and kevin obviously blows all other competition out the water as far as wrestling soulmateships for the two of them, but sami and neville did so much in the short time they had on nxt together, and they did it the best possible way which was having both incredible match chemistry AND emotional storytelling.... they had 4 televised singles matches in total and one fatal four way and they were all certified bangers. all developed their relationship in some way and told great self contained stories at the same time. despite the fact that, at no point in any of them, did either sami or neville actually hate each other/have a real heel turn. usually that would portend the 'great athleticism but not a lot of story outside of Which One Is Better' match formula but not these guys, instead it's like the wrestling equivalent of a 100k slow burn. WITH incredible flips and dropkicks.

[sluttyminghao]

gamers do it better | c.sc x j.ww

♡ pairing: choi seungcheol x jeon wonwoo x female!reader ♡ genre: smut ♡ w.c.: 2k ♡ this fic contains: messy gamers wonwoo and cheol, mention of mutual pining/longing over years, cockwarming, blowjob, mentions of fucking/multiple rounds, degradation (whore, slut), praise, and probably other stuff I've missed ♡ a/n: the brainrot is real...anyways enjoy! thank you to @idyllic-ghost for proof reading and giving tips on how to be More Feral <3

reblogs and feedback are much appreciated!

Living with two men had seemed like a great idea initially until you moved in with them. You were constantly cleaning up after them, making sure they ate proper meals besides drinking energy drinks, and scolding them to go outside for just 10 minutes a day to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

You had lived with Seungcheol and Wonwoo for a number of years. At first, it was because you all took the same Biology class together in college and it was convenient for you to commute together at the same time, but even after your classes finished, you found yourself emotionally attached to these men and couldn't bear to part with them, and the feeling was mutual.

The last 12 months or so had been…more challenging than the last few years. There had been some longing glances from the two men, especially if you had walked around the apartment in just a sports bra and spandex shorts. The occasional graze or touch over your exposed skin had also been noted, and made your heart rate quicken, but nothing had ever been initiated.

Many nights you went into your room and your hands wandered to lower places while thinking about how they’d treat you, how they’d bend you into a pretzel and fill you with cum. But it all dissipated when you went back out to the kitchen and found plates and food littering the kitchen bench. Typical men.

It was a warm summer evening, the sun still peaking over the horizon and bathing your kitchen and living area in a golden glow that took your breath away. As you stood over the stove, contemplating your life choices over the bubbling water with noodles, you hear a sudden shout coming from one of your roommate's rooms, sparking interest.

Normally, Wonwoo is a very quiet and reserved person. He makes small talk with you if you eat a meal together, but apart from that remains either in his room gaming or leaves home before you wake and comes back after you fall asleep. Even still, he pays the bills on time and is extremely good-looking, so you can’t ask for more than that.

Turning the stove off, you place the wooden spoon down and pad to Wonwoo’s room, the door closed as per usual. You rap on the door quickly, and a small mumble of a ‘come in’ can be heard from inside, so you turn the handle and squint against the bright light emitting from his screen computer.

“Are you okay? I heard you scream.”

“Oh, I’m fine, that was Seungcheol who screamed because he’s a little bitch.”

Your eyes drift across to the fluffy-haired man sitting next to him, who's staring at Wonwoo, shocked. He shoves Wonwoo’s shoulder and rolls his eyes, before turning around to face you with an unimpressed look on his stunning features. Seungcheol was stunning in his own way; fluffy black locks he’d permed a few weeks ago, bare-faced and the sweetest smile around.

“I am not a little bitch! He purposefully gave me a jumpscare!” He pouts as you chuckle and Wonwoo follows suit, only for him to immediately switch up and jump from his spot on the bed, stalking towards you until you’ve stepped back as far as you can go, aka hitting the wall with your back.

“You think it’s funny?”

“I-” Your justification is cut off by Seungcheol dragging his fingers up your exposed arm, goosebumps raising in their path. You can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage as he places a hand next to your head, and your palms grow sweaty. He grins and beckons Wonwoo to come over, who’s been watching the interaction intently ever since Seungcheol had backed you against the wall.

Everything about this interaction is like your dreams coming to life right in front of your eyes, the only thing that would place the cherry on top of the cake would be if they actually did bend you like a pretzel and have their way with you.

You feel small as both men stand in front of you, their eyes drinking you in as if they haven't had lingering stares on you before (which they definitely have). You don’t try to stop them as they let their hands roam your figure, fingers fiddling with loose fabric before eventually pulling your clothing off piece by piece until you’re left in nothing but your white cotton underwear.

“Don’t you look so cute like this?” Seungcheol comments, his calloused fingers tracing your nipples and causing them to harden. He smirks as he watches them pebble up, not wasting any time dipping his head down to capture one between his lips, letting the bud roll over his tongue lewdly.

A moan escapes your lips, which is quickly swallowed by Wonwoo who shoves his tongue down your throat messily. Their free hands are roaming untouched parts of your body, and while there’s a nagging in the back of your mind about how you shouldn't be doing this with your roommates, there’s a louder voice yelling at you in your brain for not doing this sooner.

“Look how easily you’re giving yourself up for us, already soaking through your panties,” Wonwoo mumbles against your lips as his thick fingers glide over the cotton, the wet spot undeniable as he presses his fingers against it and watches smugly as you keen at the pleasure.

You can only gasp as Seungcheol pulls himself off your nipple and attaches himself to your neck instead, sucking a bruise into the flesh that will be purple within a couple of hours. Wonwoo glances over at his screen and curses, before heading back to his seat, leaving you and Seungcheol in a confused and lustful state.

“I didn’t realize my next game was about to start, why don’t you be a doll and come and sit on my cock? It’s aching just thinking about being sheathed inside that perfect cunt of yours.”

You feel the wet spot grow larger at his filthy words.

When you don’t move from your spot, Seungcheol takes it upon himself to drag you by your hand to where Wonwoo is sitting and readjusting his headset to prepare for his game. With a small groan, Seungcheol rips your panties off your body, mumbling something about buying you some more later, before positioning you over Wonwoo.

A low whistle escapes Wonwoo’s throat at the sight of your dripping cunt, and feels his cock straining tightly against his sweats. He can’t take it anymore and quickly shoves his sweats and boxers down to pool at his ankles, letting his cock spring up to attention. Your eyes widen at the sight, pre cum beading on the fat mushroom head, a prominent vein trailing down the shaft and his balls twitching in anticipation.

He chuckles but doesn't say a word as he grips your waist to pull you over his cock, and lets the tip slide against your clit, a garbled whine escaping your lips at the feeling. He grins and taps the head of his cock against your clit teasingly multiple times, and with each teasing pass you feel your whines grow louder and needier. In a moment of lust, you feel Wonwoo’s lips come up to nibble on your jaw, sending a variety of feelings through your body.

“W-wonu…please…need you,” your breathing is shaky and your words are slurred, the teasing from both men going to your head and sending you into a frenzy. If you didn’t cum soon you think you might just have to grab your vibrator to finish the job.

 Luckily, it doesn't come to that, and your hand comes to rest on his shoulders as he finally guides his cock into you after teasing you mercilessly, the pressure of his cock finally filling you up makes your head swim and your thighs shake.

“O-oh fuck…” your voice trails off and you feel Wonwoo twitch inside of you as he finally bottoms out, a low groan filling your ears as your cunt squeezes around him like a vice. Seungcheol is losing his mind standing next to you, his own cock straining against his basketball shorts.

As you grow accustomed to Wonwoo’s size, you rotate your hips and begin the process of bouncing up and down. When his large hand comes to rest on your hips and grip tightly, you halt all motion and bring your head up to stare into Wonwoo’s lust-filled eyes.

“I didn’t say to move, did I? I just want you to sit on my lap and be a good little slut, and maybe once I’m done with my game you'll be rewarded.” His voice is short as he refocuses his attention on the game, delving right in and becoming immersed in the content.

You whimper as you clench helplessly around his cock, your fingers digging into his flesh through his shirt as he keeps you in place, despite still playing his game. You can’t even see him but you’re sure he’s smirking even while smashing the keyboard quickly.

“In the meantime, why don’t you be a good whore for me and help me out, hm?” Seungcheol’s husky voice has grown deeper and makes you clench, causing Wonwoo to chuckle. Your eyes open and you can see Seungcheol standing in front of you, thick cock in his hand pumping slowly.

As if on instinct, you open your mouth for him to place his cock inside, and you’re immediately met with the salty taste of his precum. You moan softly and start bobbing your head to take more of him in, which has his head falling back and one of his hands entangling in your hair, tugging on the strands harshly.

The sounds filling the room are lewd; the wet sounds of your mouth bobbing quickly over Seungcheol’s cock and how your cunt is still filled with Wonwoo’s cock, the occasional clench of your pussy sending a wave of arousal flooding down his cock and creating a puddle of slick on his chair. 

“Your mouth is like heaven, sweetheart, been waiting for y-years to do this,” Seungcheol praises you as his hips stutter when you deepthroat him particularly well. The grip he has on your hair is beginning to sting, but you couldn't care less when the arousal in your abdomen is beginning to grow by the second.

“Son of a bitch!”

The loud profanity has you jerking off Seungcheol’s cock abruptly and looking at Wonwoo with concern. You can hear Seungcheol groan in annoyance and move your head back to his cock, where you teasingly take the tip into your mouth and suck lightly. 

“Ya lose your game, big shot?” Seungcheol teases Wonwoo, who quickly whips his head around to stare the older down. He removes his headset and raises the middle finger to Seungcheol, who reciprocates quickly before focusing his attention back on you.

“Like you can play any better, especially with a slut in your lap.”

The degradation has you clenching around Wonwoo’s cock and moaning around Seungcheol’s, simultaneously making them throw their heads back and groan. You grin to yourself and make the effort to grind against Wonwoo and deepthroat Seungcheol before you’re pulled off both of them and shoved onto the bed.

You don’t have any time to react as they both crawl up next to you, Seungcheol now taking position between your legs and Wonwoo stroking his cock and tapping the fat head against your lips.

“Are you gonna show us just how much of a slut you can be?”

You lick your lips and spread your legs, inviting both of them to do as they please. It’s going to be a long, long night for all three of you.

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[translatemunson]

devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes • ttfd

chapter one of the tortured firefighters department

masterlist | next chapter

cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, description of clothes, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, proofread by my bye-lingual ass (let me know if i forgot anything)

You knocked on the white door again, not sure why you feel nervous about all of this. It’s just a small get-together at one of your coworker’s houses. For sure it’s better than spending another night in the library, writing your thesis, but it kinda makes you nervous.

So this is what life looks like when away from the screens that raised you?

From the East Coast all the way to LA to get your PhD, the city of angels was no more than a stranger on the window. Before moving, you had worked on the 9-1-1 call center for your region because the shift’s schedule could actually fit your undergrad and master’s schedule — also the money was enough to survive, and you could check your notes on slow shifts. But once after a massive power outage, your superior thought your desk was too small for your brain.

Not that you were a bad dispatcher — your responses and action times were above average, actually —, but he’d seen how you managed the data influx, pinning all the accidents, teams on call and reported issues on the white board and shouting directions for quicker routes and delay problems. After that, you’d spend more time helping fixing turnaround times and implementing some sort of algorithm and protocols for when the next disaster hits. At some point, they transferred you to Florida during the hurricane season because of your reputation — that spread like a wildfire, believe you or not.

You lasted enough to finish your master’s degree and hop on a plane to LA, for your PhD in dynamical systems theory. You had a job offer, leaving your 9-1-1 days behind for some small desk and endless boring demands. It didn’t last much, though, because, after eight months, it made you miss the adrenaline rush and large income of data from the 9-1-1.

That’s how you ended up at the Los Angeles 9-1-1 call center in Metro, always happy to jump on some calls and help other dispatchers with logistics and patterns. Nobody warned you about tsunamis or earthquakes, but you knew you could manage them just like a pro — if they ever happened again, which was a matter of time.

“Hey! I was starting to think you would bail on me!” Maddie opened the door, the genuine happiness glow irradiating and making her smile almost unbearable. “Please, come in.”

“Got caught up in traffic. Who knew the logistics mastermind would be stuck in a casual traffic jam?” You gave her the flowers you bought and held the brownie pan with both hands. “Hope I’m not too late.”

“Oh no, you arrived just in time! Here, let me take care of this,” she took the pan from your hands and motioned to the living room. “Make yourself at home. And thanks for the flowers!”

“Our last guest, finally!” Howard, aka Chim, Maddie’s boyfriend, left his place on the counter to greet you. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the voice!”

“Hope I didn’t disappoint you.” You hugged him, your extroverted persona finally happy to be in a room with real people, and not just some endless phone calls and work talk. “Sorry I’m late.”

“That’s ok, those guys are too busy with their games to notice we are a little behind schedule. But Jee is getting hangry” He pointed to the couch, where three adults, one child and one baby were too busy with the TV screen to notice your arrival.

“I guess the kid’s table is full tonight.”

“Hey, we’ve heard that!” One of them screamed from the couch, not bothering to look in your direction. He raised his arm, the tattoos across his skin showing against his white skin, in protest.

“Nice crowd.” You followed Maddie into the kitchen, Chim’s voice in the background saying it was the last race.

“I’m so glad you’re here. Water, juice or some alcohol?” She offered while reaching for the glasses. “Oh, Chim made some Margaritas.”

“I’d love one of those, thank you.” You fixed your green dress, somehow feeling overdressed. Not exactly your fault, when Maddie invited you for dinner, you visualized all the scenarios in your mind. Afraid of looking lazy, you went for a flowy green dress and a batch of brownies, to show some appreciation.

Between Margarita sips and after work gossip — because, nowadays, your work schedules mostly were off sync —, you helped Maddie setting the table and dishes. And, as expected, one race became four, with Chim playing the commentator. Maddie took the chance to show you the houses they were applying for, making good use of Jee’s quiet bedroom to talk.

“Are the others not good enough or just too expensive?” She had been talking about house scouting for weeks, and even helped you find a new place while doing so.

“You’d be impressed to see the final price of those houses once you track all the problems.” She played with her hair. “How’ve you been doing?”

“My thesis is starting to follow me like an unwanted ghost, and work has been— no, not gonna jinx it. Moving has been a pain in the ass, but thanks for telling me about that loft. The rent is actually acceptable and the view is amazing!”

“Glad it worked for you! And don’t thank me, actually it was—”

“Hey, Mads, we’re just waiting for you two.” The tall blue eyed guy stood in the hallway and gave the door a weak tap. Oh, tattoo guy, you noticed. “Chim is destroying the dumplings Albert made and Jee is not happy with being left out of the girls reunion. You better hurry up.”

“We are right behind you, Buck.” She said, bringing you with her to the dining table.

After some quick introductions — Albert, Chim’s half-brother; Eddie and his son Christopher, and Buck, Maddie’s little brother —, you indulged in some dumplings and pork ramen. Albert was experimenting with Korean cuisine, talking about opening a restaurant and finally having enough money to move out to his own place.

“Well, I think you should do it. I’d be happy to order this every day,” you said, pointing your chopsticks to the almost empty bowl.

“Thanks– sorry, what is your name again?”

“Everyone just call me Brains.” The nickname stuck since your first major catastrophe at the call center job — and maybe a little because of your bachelor.

“Wait, I think I’ve met you before.” Eddie announced and looked at Chris. “You went to his school a few weeks ago to talk about pursuing math in college, right?”

“I did a small presentation, yeah. My professor asked me for a favor since his kids are students there, but he had a full schedule. I had a nice time with the kiddos.”

“She is super smart!” Chris shared, in his own words, a little about your presentation. Talking to the younger ones about advanced math proved to be a challenge, but once you showed them all the cool things math made possible, you had their attention.

“Why are you working on the 9-1-1 instead of, I don’t know, teaching in college?” Buck inquired, beer in hand.

“Would you believe me if I said I have an adrenaline addiction and I can’t stay away from trouble?” You pressed your lips together and shook your head.

“Oh, he would, because he was addicted to—”

Maddie slapped Chimney on the arm. “Hey, there’s two kids in the room.” 

And all eyes were on Chris, who was too busy with his noodles to notice, and Jee, playing with her bites of veggies. You laughed, leaving your empty cup on the table, and reaching for the last dumpling.

“I guess we are all addicted to something,” you stared at Buck's blue eyes and took a bite. “Maybe once I get my PhD, I’ll go full professor and find some adrenaline on handing out really hard exams. But the chances are very low.”

“You should try being part of LAFD, you might like it,” Albert suggested.

“I can barely carry my boxes upstairs, being that physical isn’t for me.” The admission made you shyly smile, because you were definitely hinting that firefighters were strong. “Math, on the other hand…”

“Please, don’t give her any more ideas! Since Brains started working with us, the dispatching process changed for the better.” Maddie brought her hands together and begged in a joking tone.

A few Margaritas and some dessert later, you were helping Maddie with the dishes while Albert played with Christopher, and Buck was holding Jee so she wouldn’t throw a tantrum. Chim asked Eddie to help with a few construction questions, feeling like he was missing some important topics while house scouting.

“I think I’m done for the night,” you told her as you closed the cabinet door. “Thanks for the invite, Maddie. You were right, I needed a break.”

“I know when I see someone on the verge of burnout.” You looked at her, the tequila making the simple action of laughing much more easier. “Let me know when you’re settled at your new place so I can get you a housewarming gift.”

“Oh please, don’t bother, Maddie. I’m sure you’re too busy with Jee and moving matters.”

“Sure you don’t want some ramen for tomorrow? Albert may be a good cook, but he has no idea of the measurements.”

“You’re sick of the smell, right?”

“A little.” She smirked.

“I guess I won’t have to worry about lunch tomorrow.” 

“Make two, Mads!” Buck approached the kitchen counter. “Leaving already, Brains?”

“Yeah, gonna finish moving to my new place tomorrow.” Maddie left the blue tupperware in front of you. “Thanks, I’ll bring it to you next wednesday.”

“Can I get more brownies?”

“Anything for my favorite dispatcher.” You looked around, opting for a quick goodbye. “It was nice to meet y’all. Again, thanks for the invite, Maddie.”

“Nice to meet you too, Brains,” Buck said, getting closer. “Hope to speak to you soon, dispatcher Brains.”

“I hope we don’t, firefighter Buckley.” You teased him. “Have a good night, guys.”

You left Maddie’s place, drove to your new place, opened the door for an empty apartment, stored the ramen in the fridge, climbed up the stairs and fell face first into your bed, shoes and all. 

If you didn’t know Maddie, you’d say she had second intentions with that dinner. 

author's note: hi guys! chapters will be short because it helps me keep the momentum with the writing (and keep the impostor's syndrome away from my efforts). also yeah i'm using TTFD as an acronym bc i choose a whole ass long title for the fic. huge shout out to my love my bestie my soulmate @munsonsreputation for always supporting me (love you kaaaay). also hi casey welcome to the 9-1-1 fandom, thank you for the endless edits on tiktok haha. i guess i see y'all next week...

[slasherbvnnie]

Until We Found You | Part VII

Welcome to Part VII, we’re officially nearing the end... two more parts left of this mini series! It’s been fun writing this, I hope you all come to enjoy the next mini series or my drabbles. As always, heed the tags below.

Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VIII Part IX

Word Count: 1685

Music bounced off the walls of the Macher’s household, Stu playing one of his infamous playlists as everyone from uni was either drinking, fucking, making out or taking hits of various substances. Your little group was gathered in front of the tv, watching Halloween. Stu and Tatum were cuddled up, Sidney was leaned back in Billy’s arms and Randy was cuddling up with one of the couch pillows. You however were sat next to Colton, aka, the dude Stu had scared off the day before. When you arrived to the party with Sidney and Tatum, you two locked eyes and he was hesitant to walk over to you. You explained to Colton that Stu was just trying to scare him off yesterday and even though you explained how things were complicated- leaving out the whole being in love with serial killers note- he took that as still having a chance.

No one in your group noticed the glares Stu and Billy were giving Colton, not even Bailey himself, but the boys continued to stare daggers right into his skull. If they had been real ones, Colton would have been done for since the second he sat down next to you. Hell, they were probably planning ways to murder him the second Stu noticed someone had invited him to the party. Tatum had moved from Stu’s hold and said she was off to get more alcohol, heading out towards the garage. Colton took the opportunity to show to your friends that he was kind and insisted on helping her. The two left, Tatum raising her brows and smiling at you, mouthing if he was your secret lover. You laughed, giving her a shrug as she rolled her eyes and continued out to the garage with him.

After some time passed and your little group participated with drinking, dancing, and the respective couples making out in the private rooms, you and Colton were left talking on the porch as most people from the party left. Randy headed out as well, having an early shift tomorrow while your other friends stayed since Stu offered for them to spend the night. Sid and Billy were upstairs, Stu and Tatum off god knows where and you were just relaxing with Colton. “So is it really that complicated?” He questioned you as you shrugged, “we just don’t know if we want to be a thing yet.” You said with a shrug, Colton nodding as he finished off his beer. “I am going to get us some refills so we can finish this conversation,” he said with a smile as you laughed and nodded. You felt a bit weird, you were falling head over heels for your two masked lovers, but deep down inside you, you wondered if they would ever reveal themselves to you. You didn’t know if you could handle the heartbreak of never being with them. As he went back inside you saw Tatum emerging with a drunk Sidney wrapped around her shoulders, “I’m going to drop Sidney off at home, she puked all in the guest room. Stu said he’s gonna kick out the stragglers soon,” she said, you patted Sidney on her back. “Feel better, maybe Billy gave you mono,” you joked as she whined and stumbled off with Tatum to her car.

After you watched them drive off you looked back inside, wondering what was taking Colton so long. You sighed, about to walk in before noticing someone in the corner of your eye. You turned towards the figure, seeing your beloved masked killer standing there. “So you are stalking me,” you said as you stood up. They tilted their head, approaching you as you looked around to see if anyone was watching. You were about to say something else before they grabbed your wrist, holding up your arm to them before they swiped the knife across your skin. “What the fuck?” You yelled out, trying to pull your arm away from them before you heard glass drop on the floor. You once again tried to pull away, only to let out a scream when you felt the knife cut your side. You looked to them with tears in your eyes, “why?” You screamed at them before you turned to see Colton there, beers dropped onto the porch as he ran and pushed you away from the killer, “Get the fuck off of her, freak!” He yelled as the killer let go of your wrist, Colton punched them but quickly stopped when he was stabbed in his side. You let out a scream, adrenaline filling your veins as you tried to act surprised, but you weren’t sure if it was an act after all, they had tried to stab you. One of your secret lovers tried to stab you, the tears that fell out began to blur your vision. “Go get help!” Colton yelled to you before the killer once again wounded him, you backed away as you saw the blood, running inside the house.

Your heart was somehow beating a thousand miles a minute despite being shattered. You didn’t know if it was one of your boys behind the mask or some wannabe killer, but you cried as you ran, wondering if they were using you all along. You saw people scattering from your screams, looking around to see who could help. You ran upstairs to find Stu, running into him as you tried to get to his room. “Stu!” You yelled, putting your hands on his chest as you tried to get him to move. “Stu, we have to go, the killer-“ you pleaded, grabbing onto him as he smiled and grabbed your wrists. “Stu?” You asked, looking up at him as he chuckled. “Don’t worry, little minx. We won’t hurt you, not any more than he did.” He said as he held up your arm that was injured. “Billy sure is mean to you, isn’t he doll,” He said as he wiped away your waterfall of tears. “Sorry about that, he was watching us,” you heard the familiar voice say from behind you. You backed away from Stu, staring back and forth at the two of them. “What?” You asked, confused on what was happening, the adrenaline from earlier making you disoriented and dizzy. “Wasn’t it obvious? I mean Oliver? Oliver’s fucking goons? Colton? Hell we haven’t gotten to Sid and Tate yet,” Stu said as you furrowed your brows and squinted at him. “We?” You asked as the killer laughed, walking closer to you and pulling off his mask. “We, us, the two standing in front of you.” Billy said as you looked to them, stepping back away once more. You were having trouble trying to understand that they were the two killers, the two you slept with, the two you unknowingly helped cheat against your best friends.

“I mean, we never intended for this to happen, Casey and Steve were just supposed to be random, but since Casey was Stu’s ex we needed someone to throw them off. You haven’t known Stu for very long, I mean, two years isn’t enough time to really know someone, right?” Billy explained, stepping closer to you. “You were supposed to be target number two, but Billy noticed all your little papers and drawings about us,” Stu said as he stood in front of you, tracing your face just like he had before. “And we couldn’t kill off our first little fan,” “No, we couldn’t have. You were too pretty,” Stu said as he stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as Billy now stood in front of you.

“Plus, with how good you made us feel, we couldn’t gut you after that,” he chuckled, tracing the bloody knife along your cheek. “But, Sid and- and Tate,” you said softly, Billy smirking. “It’s just taken a bit longer to get to them. Tatum was supposed to be next but your stupid study date got in our way. Oh, and Sidney is our big grand finale. But when you mentioned Oliver and his group, we had some other business to do,” he said as Stu laughed. “We would have brought you his heart as a little momento but you can guess how that would have been bad,” Stu said as you sniffled, “what’s wrong, little bunny?” Billy asked, you shook your head. All the information was hitting you all at once, Tatum and Sidney were going to die, Colton was bleeding out on the porch, and the boys you had known for only two years or less were the ones who planned it all.

“It’s just a lot,” you admitted, sniffling once more. “You didn’t even trust me yesterday, do you know how sad that made me? And- and you tried killing me! I mean jesus fuck I even had a crush on both of you without the mask! And all this time while you two have been sneaking in and out of my bedroom you’ve had girlfriends who you’ve been kissing and fucking and just-“ your rant was ended when Billy put his lips on yours, you pushed at his chest, backing up into Stu. “Don’t worry, you’re going to survive this with us. We’re going to move Bailey so Tatum won’t see him. After that, we take care of her and then we go get Sid. I mean, after all, it’s not us doing it. It’s all poor Mr. Prescott,” Stu said as you looked to him. “Mr. Prescott? But hes-“ “he’s in the closet. All tied up and waiting for his big debut, psycho dad.” Billy said as he looked to you. “Come on, get yourself together, it’s time for act three baby,” He said as he pat your cheek, flashing you his infamous grin. “Don’t worry, doll, you’ll be a big tv star. Gale is going to be up your ass after tonight! Up all our asses!” Stu laughed, “Who knows, maybe you’ll get the latest hottest actress to play you in the movie they’ll make about us,” he said as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you downstairs.

[simpforwebtoonmen]

★lookism characters with an s/o with a similar fighting style as Bayonetta

feat. Daniel Park, Eli Jang, and Euntae Lee (Vasco)

notes/warnings: reader is a woman, fighting, flirting, fluff, kind of ooc characters (for Daniel's at least), not based on specific event in lookism besides for Eli's. not proof read. (lmk if I missed anything!)

i've been playing Bayonetta lately and omg do I love it.

Daniel★

"huh?" he questioned. the only thing distracting him from his aching body and bloody fists was the woman in front of him.

She dodged a punch from her opponent by backflipping elegantly; her arms stretched out and her legs swinging one after another into the air and her back arching perfectly. she landed on her two feet and stood up straight, as if the backflip took no energy from her at all.

God, if she wasn't perfect before (which she was in daniel's eyes), she was definitely beyond amazing at this point.

The way she delivered her kicks to each opponent, the way she would maneuver her body to hit her opponent in a specific spot, and her stance when she finished all 10 men off.

"oh.my.god." Daniel slowly stood up from the ground and wobbled his way over to his girlfriend that just saved him, aka, you.

You quickly ran over to him when you caught sight of his weakened state. putting a hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek, you examined him for major injuries that might need treatment at the hospital. as you did that, Daniel only admired, thinking to himself how he got so lucky; landing on a strong and elegant woman.

"Are you okay, Daniel? you seem to be in a daze. did you hit your head?" you questioned him, going on your tip toes to get a better look at his head. In a vague motion, he shook his head, "just thinking about you," he admitted.

You got off your toes and stared at Daniel, wondering if something was really wrong with him. "what?" was all you could manage to say. "you're just so perfect..." he let out a somewhat dreamy sigh as his face dropped into what looked to be a lovesick gaze. maybe there really was something wrong with him. but nevertheless, his words still made you very flustered.

Eli ★

he and warren were trying his their hardest to protect Hostel against the old men from (tiger sum company?). Suddenly overpowered by one of the old men, Warren screams for Eli seeing him getting beat down. and even though, eli could've easily gotten back up he wasn't given the chance to when a shadow flew overhead.

Suddenly the old man flew out of Eli's sight and was instead met with a leg stretched out. the shape of the leg was all to recognizable and his eyes trailed up to the thigh, then to the hips and waist, and (not so subtly) up the curve of their chest, his gaze is finally met with yours.

You grinned as you watched him shamelessly check you out despite the situation, "like what you see, perv?" you teased. just then, he's realized what he'd done, a pink color spreading across his cheeks, "i-it's not like that-" he tried to explain but you suddenly disappeared.

you made your way to the other side of the field as you saw the old man get back up as if unscathed by your kick.

Eli was surprised to see that you could hold your own against such a powerful opponent. And not only were your kicks and punches powerful, but your jumps were impressively high and you were all too quick at times for Eli to keep up.

but suddenly, with an elbow to the chest, you flew back into a part of the playground. You groaned as you sat up, "well are you gonna help me or are you just gonna watch?" you shouted from where you were. And as the old man suddenly flew above you, intending to deliver a powerful blow, you were quick to jump up and dodge his attack.

finally, eli snapped out of his trance. "oh!" He got up from where he sat and made his way to you and the old man. The two of you stood in a powerful stance before the old man, making his 'tsk'.

"tag teaming, are we? we'll that's no fair, now is it?"

Vasco ★

"let me join."

"no."

"please."

"no."

"please! with ice cream and whipped cream, and rainbow sprinkles, and cherry on top!"

"hmm, sounds kinda good ngl....but no."

you slumped on your spot on the floor. You've been dating Vasco for about 6 months now and have only seen him fight just recently. You couldn't help but think just how much more amazing it made him look on your eyes, to fight for such a heroic and selfless cause. you wanted to be a part of that too, but for some reason, he won't let you.

"c'mon dude...at least tell me why I can't join you guys..." you looked back up at Vasco, hoping he'd give you an explanation. he sighs, "because it's dangerous work we do and I don't want you to get hurt," he explained, his gaze softening. He doesn't think he could handle seeing you get hurt, no less because of him.

But that's when you realized that he didn't know.

You stood up quite abruptly and pointed a declaring finger at him. "I wanna duel!" you shouted, squinting your eyes at him to make yourself look more serious, but to him, you just looked cute. that and he was surprised to hear such a declaration from you.

"w-what?"

"you and me. outside. duel."

and here you both were. outside in an open and seemingly empty field.

he felt extremely unsure if he should really do this. He decided that he was just going to pin you down and make you give up. talk about underestimating your opponent, am i right?

slowly, you inched closer to your opponent, make it seem like you were going to attack first. Vasco, got the idea that you were going to attack at any moment and took it upon himself to lounge for you first, to prevent any sort of fight happening between the two of you.

But suddenly, instead of being met with your body, he was met with his face in the dirt. did you just dodge his attack, by backflipping no less? he lifted his head from the dirt and brought his hands back to lift himself from the ground, but a force on his back pushed him back down onto the dirt. He turned his head to look back at who it was, and surprise surprise, it was you with your foot on his back.

"how did-"

"how did i end up back here when I was just in front of you?" you finished his question for him. you grinned before taking your foot off his back, "keep underestimating me and I might just win this fight," you teased.

he lifted himself from the ground, turning to you with a frown on his face. he was confused to say the least. how did you move so fast? and how strong is your leg to keep him pinned down despite his efforts of getting up? he didn't know the answers to those questions, but he knew now to take you seriously.

"alright fine, let's do this," he lifted his fists up along with his knee, his signature stance. for a moment, his position softened, "don't be afraid to tap out, okay? I don't want to hurt you..."

for a moment, you laughed, "haha, don't worry, I will. same goes for you."

and just like that, you two began your fight.

-

"are you done yet?" you yawned as you sat on his back, your feet planted on his calves to keep him from moving. He tried to swing his arms up behind him but he simply couldn't reach you. finally, he sighed, "fine...you win..."

[yannaryartside]

SYDNEY'S PART

THE ANALOGY OF THE PARTNER WITH ADDICTION

I just realized this parallel, and I have questions and feelings.

This second scene was one of the most frustrating moments for me, and that is saying a lot. It made me realize the crucial factor that could contribute to Sydcarmy not working despite the underlying feelings and connection.

The scene is obviously about how Sydeny feels guilty for not being able to stand to Carmy and make him stop the chaos. Maybe is also about feeling sad because she doesn't think that he wants to change for her, because if that were the case, he would have done it already. He has verbalized that intention and always, always, leaves her alone and behind (It is hard to keep with you sometimes).

I have been wrestling with the theory that Carmy's and Syd's relationship is acting as an analogy for an addict and their romantic partner. I have been reading this book: Loving someone in recovery. I still need to finish it, but it has given me some ideas. More extended meta-analyses on this subject are coming up. But I wanna concentrate on what the scene is hitting at (I miss ao3).

Notice in Brigade, the woman also says, "until the chemistry changes.", then in the very next scene, you have Sydney decipher a recipe just by chemistry logic, leaving Carmy impressed, and right after, carmy puts Sydney in charge of the restaurant. The clues are all there.

Also, notice how the woman at AA refers to the abuse of substances, but in Carmy's case, it also means abuse in the literal sense, verbal, psychological, and physical abuse.

The show has many scenes in which Sydney treats Carmy's issues with compassion and a firm hand.

"I don't want to be an asshole" "Don't be" aka: I know you know what is right and wrong despite feeling like shit, don't let it get over you.

She keeps her cool while Carmy makes impossible demands and screams. She helps Tina with her dish and completes the task without ever insulting or yelling back at anybody. The toxic techniques that Carmy learned that worked in the culinary industry, she refuses to accept as the norm. She is a chef Terry.

Finding the positive in the worst circumstances, aka, saying Cicero "You are here" or encouraging Richie and the staff. Even reviewing Carmy's recipes with patience and humor

"Is hard to keep with you sometimes' is key word here sometimes, aka: "because the problem is your issues, not you. You are a good person who is deeply hurting, but your actions have consequences for me and the people around you".

The thing is, if we are gonna talk about a partner with addiction, we need to establish the problem (the trauma) and the drugs. I remember watching a movie about addiction, a nurse saying, "Drugs are never the problem (for an addict), they are the solution.

So, the problem (the trauma)

The drug (solution)

You already know my theory that Claire is the equivalent of painkillers/anesthesia. A shallow but pleasing relationship that is always available to attend to your flaws without ever being actual medicine. Because to get better, painkillers are never enough.

BACK TO SYD

Syd really doesn't believe she has a say in what Carmy wants, (God she even believes she is not what Carmy wants, because he wants Claire, that is what it seems to her) just right before this dialogue, she asks him "Do you want me to say something?", from reading the book, it really reminded me of a partner feeling abandoned when the addict would resource to their drug of use to feel good or set back to old habits. That would leave the partner frustrated, depressed, and angry.

To be fair, the fact that Carmy is his boss should be added to the equation. They cannot even be called friends, so why should Sydney say something? Carmy is 24/7 in defense mode, saying things like "You don't have to say it, I already know."

He offered Syd equal partnership, but she didn’t get it. If they had been equal partners she definitely has the power to say something. But she didn’t take the offer, maybe because she suspected (or feared) they would never be on equal ground.

THE KEY QUESTION IS, WHAT DOES SYDNEY SAY?

I am genuinely curious about this. Is Syd (or her leaving) supposed to be a wake-up call to Carmy? That he fucked up something that brought him genuine joy and connection because Syd knew the real him, while Claire liked Logan and Carmy's brokenness? The way Claire would enable him in his bad tendencies? How is he gonna realize all that?

Sydney needs more emotional resources when it comes to conflict resolution. So far, her techniques have been using patience and love (water) against toxicity and bad patterns (fire). There is definitely a need for that. That is what turned everybody around and helped them become their best selves. But it has a toll. And she started the season with "I don't know what the fuck to do right now" and ended the season without a solution. Maybe walking away is the solution.

SYDNEY'S PART

What could this mean for Syd? Sydney may confront Carmy or not. I guess we will have to see.

[ciggrx]

Threads of the Fate.

Pairing-: Sukuna x F!.reader

Summary-: you are childhood friends with the village's chief's son while being a poor maiden. How will it go for you? Is it a happy ending?

Part two-:

"it's a special grade!"

Their playful moments turned serious as Hc-nettes eyes widened, sukuna looking relaxed as huffed, quickly taking a bite of the food humming at the taste before getting up to check it out.

He got up and started to walk towards the village, he suddenly stopped and looked back at her. He pointed a finger at her.

"You. Stay close to me. And behind me."

The Hc-nette nodded as she got up following him behind, hiding behind his frame, her hands clutching the fabric of his kimono as she occasionally tip-toed to peak about what's happening over his shoulder.

Once they reach there, he tells her to stay back and let him handle it.

"Stay back. Do not move from here or I swear to god I'll beat your ass."

She pouted in mock hurt "so rude.." she mumbled but nodded, slowly letting go of his kimono.

"Be safe" she said, worried about her "friend".

"You should tell that to the curse. He about to get tortured."

"Sukuna just finish the fight quickly-'

"There's no fun in that. Besides i haven't tortured anyone in such a long time."

The Hc-nette opened her mouth to say something but sighed as he ran off towards the fight. His figure standing out from the rest. Muscular and tall, he walked with confidence, as he walked through the village towards the curse.

The curse that appeared was a horrifying creature. It had a tall, twisted body with gray, sickly skin covered in patches of fur and oozing sores. It stood on four large legs with sharp claws. Its torso was huge and muscular, with dark, pulsing veins.The creature's head was a terrifying mix of human and beast, with a wide mouth full of jagged, yellow teeth. Its eyes glowed red.

"Oi you!"

Sukuna pointed at the curse with annoyance.

"You disturbed my peaceful lunch. So be ready. I'm going to kill you."

The curse laughed, underestimating sukuna, he launched towards him. His huge claws ripping through the air as sukuna Dodged him with ease. It went on for a while. The curse hopelessly trying to land a hit. Sukuna dodging them all. He cursed screamed in frustration before he suddenly laughed and disappeared.

Sukuna arched a brow as he looked around, his arms folded in front of his chest. He thought he curse ran off but his eyes landed on the Hc-nette.

His eyes widened as he saw the curse behind her. His eyes burned with fury as the curse raised his claw, ready to strike.

Sukuna teleported to them within a second, throwing her out of the way with way more force than he had intended.

The Hc-nette flew to a tree, she helped in suprise as her head hit it and everything went blank.

Sukuna blinded in fury and quickly killed the curse as he quickly went to her side.

Cradled her as he tapped her face a few times.

"Princess? Oi! Wake up"

He cursed under her breath as he put his hand over her bleeding head and quickly headed her.

He sighed in relief as he felt her pulse be normal. He picked her up in bridal style and carried her to her house.

____________________________

Once he reached their he knocked on the door. The nearby people staring at them. Talking.

"Isn't that cheifs son?"

"Yeah.. He's soo handsome.."

"I tried to set up my daughter with him but he refused. Was it for this wench?"

The pink-nette glared at the gossiping women as the door opened.

Hana's eyes widened in fear as she saw the chief son aka 'the Monster' as the village calls him, carrying her daughter.

"W-what do you want?!" She asked as sukuna entered the house and set the Hc-nettes unconscious body on her bed.

"She's unconscious. Will wake up soon. And i demand a notice when she does. Got it?" He said straighting his back. His frame towered over the abusive woman, the hc-nette called 'mother'.

Before Hana could say anything he stepped closer. His body language threatening and dangerous.

"And you will not touch her again." He growled.

"W-what do you mean?! She's my daughter I'm free to do whatever i want-"

"No you're not. Hit her again and you'll be dealing with me. Be grateful i don't have your head on a stick for what you did."

"Or else what-" the woman asked

"Or else.." he leaned closer to her face, with a menacing grin on his face.

"Or else I'll eat you, alive" He laughed and suddenly going back to serious.

The mother trying to act unbothered and unphased even though she was trembling.

"I-is that a warning?" She asked trying to sound stern but her voice shook in fear.

"A threat." He corrected before leaving the hut.

___________________________________________

The hc-nette woke up with a groan, blinking a few times to clear up her vision as she took in her surroundings..it wasn't her room. The bed mattress was plush, her body didn't hurt once she was awake. He room looked fancy. She looked around as the door opened in panic she covered herself.

"Sukuna?"

She peaked out of the blanket.

It was him staring at her. She came out the blanket, looking around the room confused.

"Where am I?"

"My room" he replied setting the tray of food on the bedside table.

"Your room? What's the time?"  She asked looking at him with wide doe eyes.

"Yes. My room. And it's around 10 at night."

She stayed quiet looking at him confused..

.

..

...

"10 at night?!" She looked out of the window.

"Why am I here?" She asked Panicked.

"You were injured and werent waking up back home and I felt anxious so i carried you to my place."

She grinned. "Awww you were worried?"

She poked at his arm as he stared at her completely done with her antics.

"Yes, i was worried about that..that my reverse cursed technique wasn't working."

"Liar."

"Shut up."

She stuck out her tounge. And laid back in the bed. There were silk sheets.

"You're rich?" She asks

"What?" He asked caught off guard by her question.

"Yes. I am." He replied.

"Wahhh this bed is so comfortable.." she rolled around in the silk sheets.

"You sleep like this everynight? So lucky.." she said hugging a pillow to her chest.

He smirked, deciding to tease her a little.

"I don't only sleep here."

He grinned. She looks at him confused. And blinks a few times.

"Hm? What do you mean?"  She tilted her head to the side. His grin widened.

"You know..." His voice dropping as he trailed the tip of his fingers from her shoulder, stopping at her hip, sending shivers down her spine as she gulped, nervously.

He leaned down, his lips hovering over hers, almost touching, his arm grabbed her waist possessively.

"Why do think I'm so popular with the ladies?" He smirked, as he sees the realisation drawing on her face.

The hc-nettes gasp as she hits him with the pillows continuously.

"Shameless, shameless, shameless being." Her face red as she hits him one last time and backs up.

"You're so nasty." She grumble, pulling the blanket to cover her body.

"Don't flatter yourself. I only let beautiful women in my bed."

"You're such a brat you know that?" She grumbled.

"Excuse me?" He mocked hurt.

"Brat. Your name from now on is brat."

He laughed. Brat. That's new.

Previous part-:

Taglist: @thulhu , @sukioyakio , @skunabby , @shadowywizardarcade , @verviox , @kariatenoh

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Teacher's Pet [Aaron x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@littlecarmine) Center (@penandpaper-love) Right (@f4iryesss)

Prompt: When the reader, Jack’s teacher gets injured during the school day keeping her students safe, Aaron goes to check on her that evening. The unlikely pair get closer, but it's up to both of them if they want to make whatever they have more. 

Pairing: Aaron x Non-BAU!reader, teacher!reader,  ally!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns

Category: hurt/comfort 

Word Count: 12K

Content Warnings: Homophobic phrases [from anti-LGBTQ+ protesters (the bad guys)], brief mention of religion, mention of being hit in the face and body and a split lip (reader) distress, mention of food and drinking alcohol, mention of an accident [not specified what (reader)], Haley’s death is brought up. If I missed any, please let me know. 

A/N: Hi all! I hope you are all doing very well! This fic is for amazing @imagining-in-the-margins's Pride writing challenge! I made up my own prompt for this one which is: The reader puts herself in danger to keep her students away from anti-LBGTQ+ protesters. Aaron finds out about this and makes sure she’s fine (aka protective Hotch.) I hope you like this more fluffy and cute style of fic. It’s a bit different from the angst I write. It takes me back to my early Aaron writing style! I want to note that I know that not all school districts deal with this kind of stuff, but as I live in the South, and my sister and I are both in Education, I get to hear about this kind of thing more often than I’d like. Anyhow, please be kind to yourselves this week and do something you love, you are so special. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Love Levi - ❤️

List with all stories 

y/n = your name 

y/l/n = your last name 

a/r = age range 

a/d/r = any dietary restrictions (if none, please ignore) 

Aaron got the call from the school shortly after he’d finished an early lunch. He was seated at his desk, the soft glow of the lap lighting his space which was covered by the team’s files. He was going to do the boring parts of the files for them, as he always did, but his phone ringing had disrupted his workflow. He glanced at the caller ID and quickly picked up, saying, “This is Mr. Hotchner.” There was a brief pause before the woman on the phone said, “Good afternoon, Mr. Hotchner. This is Rachel Jenkins, the school receptionist.” Hotch nodded his head; he knew the woman well, as he had gone to the school multiple times this year already because Jack had gotten into some kind of trouble, or needed him. Rachel continued, stating “Sorry to disturb you during the work day, but there’s been an incident with Jack, and the nurse thinks it’s best that you come and pick him up as soon as possible.” Aaron stifled a sigh. He wasn’t angry at Jack. He didn’t blame him for acting out, a trait that had started once his son had started processing his mother’s death. The family counselor said that was a natural part of grieving for a child, and Aaron was sympathetic to his son’s pain and emotions. Sometimes he wanted to scream or lash out too, but he had more faculty over his emotions. Even with all that being said, Hotch did find it a bit troublesome that Jack got into scuffles on days that would have been easy for him. But that was neither here nor there, life, nor emotions waited for anyone’s schedule -- Aaron knew this like all parents did. 

Hotch asked a follow-up question: “Was this Jack dealing with bullies, or was this him doing something he shouldn’t be?” Aaron liked to know these things heading into the Principal or Nurse’s office beforehand, so he could set his tone appropriately. There was a pause on the line which made Hotch nervous. The silence was broken as Jessica replied, “No, Mr. Hotchner, it’s not that. I… I think it’s best that you just come down to the school.” This response made Aaron even more tense. 

What could have happened that the woman would hesitate like that? He sensed that an answer had been on the tip of her tongue, and she’d stopped herself from speaking because she thought it was better. Hotch furrowed his brows, got out of his chair quickly, and grabbed his suit jacket. He flipped the screen of his laptop down, then grabbed his shoulder bag from the couch. No matter what Jack might have gotten up to, not knowing if something bad had happened to his son, nothing would stop him from getting to Jack. 

Hotch hurriedly locked his office door behind him and as he started striding toward the stairs that would get him to the elevators, Rossi exited his office and offered a quizzical look at his friend. It was unlike Aaron to flee the office, even on days that felt like they were drawing on for an eternity. Hotch beat Dave to the question forming on his lips, someone would need to know where he was in case something serious came up in his absence. “Jack had some trouble at school and they said I should head over there.” Rossi frowned and said, “The bullies again? Remember my offer of teaching Jack how to punch is still on the table.” The worried look on Aaron’s face prevented Dave from joking further. Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “I don’t think so, I hope to be back in a half hour or so. Look after the team while I’m gone, please?” 

Rossi nodded his head in understanding and watched as Aaron took the stairs quickly down to the bullpen and out of sight. Dave closed his eyes for a second. He knew things had been hard for Aaron and Jack after Haley. There was no avoiding the hurt that lingered like a shroud around the two of them. He knew that Hotch had done his best to help and support Jack, but that didn’t make Aaron’s pain any less. If anything it made it worse because the guilt still haunted Aaron like a spector. Jack’s anger had grown and manifested at anything that it could get its teeth into, and often its victim was Aaron, who was trying his best. Dave bowed his head and saw the grief with Aaron. Rossi knew grief, it had been his companion for many years. And it hurt to see it on Hotch, but there was little he could do but support Aaron to the best of his ability and let time do its healing. And healing was a slow seamstress. Dave looked over the bullpen at the team working and smiling and turned back to his office, he felt like he needed a drink, but for now, bitter coffee would have to do. 

Aaron drove at a speed that was technically street-legal. The churning of his stomach and the constant red lights had him worried and agitated at the same time. Jack’s school wasn’t too far away, but he’d hit the lunch-hour traffic which made the drive at least twenty-five minutes long. Hotch jacked up the air conditioner to silence his stressed-out thoughts. If something very bad had happened, then he would have been told. And there was nothing on the news, no lockdowns, or active shooter drills. However, sending Jack off to school every morning knowing that that was a possibility didn’t make him feel good. 

It was the fear of the unknown that made Aaron press his foot down on the accelerator further. Hotch arrived at the school and everything looked normal from the outside. With hurried footsteps, he made it to the front office to check in. Jessica could see how nervous he was and the intensity of his expression. Aaron’s eyes, when they were dark and worried, had opened many doors for him, and broken many unsubs in the interrogation room. The receptionist swallowed and said, “Just grab a visitor badge and you can head to the nurse’s office, Mr. Hotchner. I’ll sign you in. The Vice Principal is already there.” 

Aaron grabbed one of the laminated passes and said, “Thank you,” as he headed out of the glass office and toward the nurse’s office which was located at the end of the central hall adjacent to the janitor’s closet. Knowing the Vice-Principal was present with Jack told Aaron more information, but not enough to know exactly what had happened. If he found out that his son was being bullied again, he was going to send some strongly worded emails to those boy’s parent’s this evening. As he was drafting the letters in this mind, he made it to the nurse and opened the door. As soon as he saw Jack’s tear-stained face, and that he was clutching a Kleenex in his hands, Hotch stepped further in the door and the nurse and Vice Principal moved aside and let him go to his son. Aaron knelt next to the bed that Jack was sitting on and embraced him firmly. Jack let out some sniffles and Aaron reassured him before asking for any information, “It’s okay, Jack. It’s okay.” 

After a few moments, Hotch attempted to move away, but Jack’s hands gripped the fabric of his shirt. Aaron moved his right hand from Jack’s soft hair that reminded him of Haley to under Jack’s legs as he stood. Unamused at how he’d been kept waiting, Aaron asked in a cool tone, “Would you tell me what’s going on, Vice Principal Westbrook?” The silence that stayed in the room as the Vice Principal picked at the hangnails on his fingers and looked at the floor had Aaron hot under the collar. Jack didn’t look bruised or hurt in any way, just very upset. Upset enough that he had wanted him. Before Dr. Westbrook could come up with a scripted answer, Jack said, “They hurt her, Dad.” Aaron frowned, pulled Jack back from his chest a bit, and asked, “Hurt who, bud?” Jack sniffled and replied, “Ms. y/l/n. He punched her in the face and her shoulder.” The words tumbled out of the boy's mouth and only had Aaron more concerned. Jack was crying again, and Aaron handed him back his crumpled tissue and pressed Jack to his broad chest again. Jack set his head on his dad’s shoulder and took comfort in the solid presence and scent that was always there for him when he needed it. 

Jack had done a lot of growing up in his short years. He’d discovered a few things about life that he wished he hadn’t. How people you loved sometimes went away, maybe just for a bit, or sometimes forever, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still there loving him. His dad was a prime example of this -- and even if Jack couldn’t articulate this, or might change his mind later, it was still true in the moment. As his little fingers clutched at Aaron’s shirt collar, Hotch turned to face Dr. Westbrook again. 

The slim man seemed to be trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with Aaron, and giving a straight answer to anything, but Hotch wouldn’t let him get away with this. Ms. y/l/n was someone who had become very special to Jack this year when he got into her class. Aaron also had a kind of parasocial relationship with y/n, as she had been very helpful with Jack and dealing with his grief and the bullying he’d been dealing with that year. Jack had brought her up early in the year and when Aaron had met with Ms. y/l/n for the Meet-The-Teacher night, Hotch could tell why. She was so bright. Her presence illuminated her cozy room which she had decorated with bright posters and lights. It seemed even the sharp corners of the room were softened by y/n’s presence. She had given Jack such praise for his manners, his reading skills, and how he treated his classmates with kindness. Aaron had almost felt like a lost that night, as he could only listen and nod. He had to really pay attention when some of the other parents started asking questions. Apart from the fact that y/n was clearly an adept teacher and classroom manager for her age, she was also pretty. Pretty in a quaint way. He’d left the school that night feeling oddly lighter than he had in months. 

The next time they met was at the first parent-teacher conference. That was where Aaron had learned that Jack was dealing with bullies. The administration hadn’t even informed him of this issue. y/n was very kind about it and wanted to make sure that Aaron had the right support for something like this. y/n hadn’t meant to question his parenting skills, but as a single dad, she wanted to get a better feel of how emotions were handled around the Hotchner household. Not just sad feelings, but anger and resentment too. It wasn’t until a month later when the bullying had gotten really bad, that Aaron realized, thanks to y/n, that he wasn’t equipped to handle this alone and had brought in the help of a family counselor. He had more contact with y/n after that, as she checked up on Jack and kept Aaron informed about his son’s grades and other issues that popped up in the classroom. 

Hotch could understand why Jack would be upset that y/n had been hurt somehow. He was also angry, and asked in a firm voice, “What happened to Ms. y/l/n?” The VP sighed and said, “Well it was just an unfortunate situation, Mr. Hotchner, but no one was seriously hurt and we’re launching an investigation into the situation that happened.” This evasive answer didn’t satisfy Aaron and he replied, “Great, but what happened to Ms. y/l/n, and why is my son so distraught about it? What happened?” 

Dr. Westbrook realized that he couldn’t talk his way out of not answering Aaron as he had with the other parents he’d had to have had this conversation with. The man relented and said, “Well this morning a group of Anti-LGBTQ+ protesters amassed at the front of the school and held up degrading signs and shouted at anyone coming into the building through the front entrance.” Hotch already didn’t like where this was headed. The political climate had many up in arms due to the acceptance of others, and they made it their goal to try and complain and intimidate those who didn’t agree with them and their views. The VP continued, “Well they were blocking the flow of traffic and harassing the faculty, so we had some city police move them off campus. Unfortunately, they set up on DeGhatty Street on the sidewalk by the area for recess.” Hotch nodded, getting a better picture of what had happened. But there were still missing pieces. The next bit Dr. Westbrook rushed through, but Aaron caught the story even if the VP was trying to make it hard to. “Well it was the second shift of recess, the time that Jack has, and the protesters became more agitated. They weren’t getting the engagement they wanted, and they started yelling at the kids. Ms. y/l/n was on recess shift and tried calling the school’s two SROs, but they were dealing with an incident in the cafeteria. The screaming was distressing to some of the students and one student started moving toward the group by the fence…” 

Hotch stopped the man and asked, “Was it Jack?” The Vice Principal nodded his head no and replied, “No Mr. Hotchner. It was another student, but other monitors and students did say that your son was watching from a pretty close distance.” Hotch narrowed his eyes but didn’t detect that the man was lying. Dr. Westbrook swallowed thickly under Aaron’s gaze and shaky continued, “Well Ms. y/l/n saw the student moving toward the protesters, and she moved forward to cut the student off. The group was unhappy about that, and they accosted her and made some false statements and allegations about her. She did her best to verbally defend herself and move back to protect the students and get them all inside, but one of the men in the group, allegedly, grabbed her shoulder, screamed at her, and then lost his composure and hit Ms. y/l/n in the face and chest.”

The image that the man was painting made Aaron feel his anger flash up in him. Not only was the VP using protective language for the protesters, he, nor the school had done a proper job of protecting their students or teachers. No wonder Jack was distraught. Thinking of Jack, his son had settled and Aaron knew they would have to leave in a bit. This was still a school and there were other things that had to be done, but Aaron asked, “Are the protestors gone now? I drove down DeGhatty to get here, and I didn’t see anyone. Also, how is Ms. y/n? Is she alright?” 

Dr. Westbrook nodded and seemed relieved that the conversation had turned away from the events of that afternoon. He cleared his throat and straightened his blue striped tie which didn’t match his grey suit before replying, “The local police came down and dispersed the crowd and told them they didn’t have a right to protest on the school’s block without a permit, which is true. As for Ms. y/l/n, Nurse Patty here looked her over and we decided it was for the best to send her home for the day. Ms. y/l/n seemed shaken up.” Aaron refrained from letting out a long sigh. Now was not the time nor the place. But the feelings and questions that flooded Aaron were that he wondered why the police hadn’t been called earlier, why the school didn’t seem up on its legal code, and the utter condescension that came with having to send y/n home for the rest of the day. What did the Vice Principal expect from her after being punched in the face? y/n had “appeared shaken up?” How the hell would he have reacted in that circumstance? 

Aaron didn’t want any of this frustration at this situation to make Jack feel like he was angry at him, but he would have a conversation with his son later about when to step back in a situation. But he’d worry about that later. For now, Hotch said, “Okay. Thank you for explaining. May I take Jack home now?” Dr. Westbrook seemed to deflate and nodded his head yes. The nurse moved over to Jack and gave him a pat on the head and handed him a lollipop. The older woman said, “Have a good rest of your day, Jack. If you’re at school tomorrow and you feel bad at any time in the day you can come and see me, okay?” Jack nodded softly and Aaron shot her a thankful smile before tightening his grip on his son and moving out of the door and back toward the front office. Hotch quickly signed out with Jessica and returned his visitor badge to the counter. 

Once he was back out into the warm, almost, summer sun, Aaron dipped his head down to Jack's ear and said softly, “Hey, Buddy. Would you be okay with hanging you with Dad’s friends for a while while I work in the office? You could camp up with me or you could see Uncle Spencer, Uncle Morgan, or Aunt Penelope?” The prospect of seeing his friends had Jack perk up and his distress diminish as he said, “Hm-hm. I wanna see Aunt Penny and Uncle Derek.” Hotch smiled and replied, “Okay. We’ll just be there for a few hours and then, if you’re good, we can go to ice cream after Daddy’s done with work.” That last piece of information really made Jack happy, and Aaron relaxed for the first time since the school had called him. It didn’t take long for Aaron to get Jack strapped into his car seat and head back to the Quantico Field Office. 

Hotch spent the rest of the afternoon working and looking after Jack; mostly making sure Jack wasn’t getting into too much trouble with the team. Derek showed Jack around the bullpen, and Spencer did some physics magic which the whole BAU oohed and ahhed at, even Aaron and Rossi, from a distance. Then Penelope took Jack into her office and they spent around an hour together laughing and talking. There was something about Garcia’s energy that matched Jack’s so well, and his easily distracted self could be entertained for hours. Hotch made sure to set up a fancy coffee delivery for tomorrow morning for the team out of his pocket. He knew all of their orders by heart now. He did this as a thank you to the team. Not that any one of them would complain about having Jack distract them, however, being a babysitter was very much not in their job description, especially when they were in the office, so wanted to make sure they knew how appreciative he was of their support. Each one of them had been there for him and Jack on numerous occasions when Hotch thought that he couldn’t go on. He realized how lucky he was to be surrounded by this support system. Jack had them too, and also his friends and teachers at school. Ms. y/n came to mind as he finished scheduling the coffee order. The thought of someone laying hands on her gave him a constricting feeling in his chest. 

Aaron let out a breath and looked outside his windows into the bullpen where he watched Prentiss, Morgan, and JJ kneeling next to Jack who was speaking animatedly about what looked like soccer practice. Hotch moved his eyes back to his laptop screen and pulled up his personal email. With a few clicks of his fingers, he had gmail pulled up. He hit ‘new message.’ He typed in y/n’s email into the ‘to’ box. It felt so strange to be the one initiating a conversation, especially a new one, but he cared about Ms. y/n, and he knew his nerves wouldn’t settle down until he’d checked in on her. 

y/n was the one to normally start a conversation either to check up on Jack or let Hotch or Mr. Hotchner, as she called him, what had happened with Jack at school. Aaron had only once emailed y/n for details about Jack’s day when he’d come home upset about something that he couldn’t quite decipher. She responded promptly and told him everything she knew about the situation. Essentially they had only emailed in a professional capacity before, and this felt different. For a moment Aaron wondered if anyone else had called or messaged her. If her friends from school or elsewhere were getting a story about the wild day she’d had, or how she was hurting. The thought made Hotch’s heart clench for some unknown reason. He typed out this message: 

To: y/n.y/l/n@_____ISD 

From: Aaron.Hotchner65@gmail.com 

Subject: Checking-In 

Good afternoon, Ms. y/n,

 I heard from Jack and the school today that you were hurt today while trying to keep your students safe. I wanted to thank you for putting yourself in that position for the sake of the students, especially Jack. He is very worried about you and keeps asking if you’re okay. He and I both share that sentiment. I hope the school fully supports you in what you need at this time. If there is anything I can do to make your life easier these next few days, please don’t hesitate to reach out. I would be happy to drop off food or just be a support if you need it. Wishing you the best, 

Aaron Hotchner 

Hotch hit the send button and listened to the little swoosh of the sent sound. Although he did feel better after sending the email, it was also odd. He didn’t want to come off as a parental figure to y/n. Not that he wasn’t older than her by a good few years, he was, but the idea of him coming across that way made him uncomfortable. And the fact that that idea made him uncomfortable only made him question what he wanted to come off as instead. Mostly, Aaron didn’t want to seem patronizing. He knew y/n was tough and could handle things, but his concern and care had overrode those thoughts. Hotch pushed those thoughts from his mind; he had good intentions sending the email and if it came off in another way, then at least he’d tried his best. 

Aaron looked at the clock at his wall and it was five minutes to five. Unlike a normal day, where Jack would have an afterschool activity or Jess would pick him up for a few hours before he would swing by and get Jack for the rest of the evening, tonight was different, and he started packing his things up in his briefcase. He took some of the important files and the rest he left for tomorrow. He’d come to the office early if Jack felt up to going to school tomorrow. Once Hotch had most of his things ready, he moved outside of his office. Jack was playing a game with Spencer, and Aaron called out, “Jack, come up here and get your backpack and lunchbox, please. We’re about to go home.” Jack looked up at his dad and said, “Just one sec, Dad.” Aaron gave his son a look, and Jack sighed, got out of his seat, and made it up the stairs to Aaron’s side. As Jack moved past Spencer, Reid gave his head a little pat and once Jack had passed the lithe agent, Aaron gave Spence a smile before turning to his son and moving with him to the office. 

Jack only had one binder and one maths assignment out on Aaron’s office couch. Jack had promised his dad that he would be good in the office, and being good meant doing five minutes of a math worksheet and complaining about how hard it was before the little boy moved out into the bullpen to see the team. Aaron didn’t blame him. Jack had had a hard and stressful day, but he did expect his son to pick up and get ready to go on his own. 

Jack was getting old enough for those things now, but Hotch still packed his lunches every day or made sure his son had money for his lunch account. By the time Aaron had his suit jacket back on and his briefcase and shoulder bag in hand, Jack had put his paper and notebook away and was struggling to zip up his small Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles backpack. Aaron leaned down and helped him close the bag and handed it back to Jack. Aaron led his son out of the room and locked the door behind him for the last time for the day. Hotch nodded to Rossi who was also locking up his office and then followed Jack down the stairs. The pair made it through the bullpen, and Jack waved at the team as he passed them. Aaron said, “Thank you” to each of them as well in his low voice. As Hotch got to the edge of the BAU’s area, turned, and said more loudly, “Thanks for today, everyone. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Morgan, Prentiss, Reid, and JJ nodded and said bye. 

True to his word, Hotch took Jack to get ice cream at a local spot not far from their house. Jack was ecstatic to be having sweets before dinner. Aaron had to remind his son that he still had to eat some other food once they got home and settled. Jack agreed excitedly as they walked into the pastel-colored storefront. There weren’t many people inside and no one in line, so it took only a few moments for Jack to order his chocolate swirl scoop with add-ins of Oreos and strawberries. Aaron got a scoop of brown butter vanilla for himself and then paid as Jack got them spoons and napkins, then found a comfortable table in the corner of the building near the window. After paying, Hotch sat down across from Jack who said, “Thanks, Dad.” Aaron smiled and reached over and patted the top of his head, replying, “Of course, Buddy.” Hotch cherished these moments. There would only be a few more years that ice cream before dinner was a big thing, and time in some things, such as kids growing up, moved so quickly. Not only was this time for them to have a bit of fun, but it was also a teaching moment for Jack. But Aaron was going to enjoy his ice cream first. 

Aaron dipped his plastic spoon into the slightly yellow-colored ice cream. There were specks of vanilla bean in the scoop that was slowly melting in the afternoon sun. Hotch took his spoon and slipped it in his mouth, sucking off the sweetness. Hotch let the cold ice cream sit in his mouth and melt with the body heat inside. The taste was sweet, but not cloyingly so which he enjoyed. The aftertaste of the browned butter hit as he swallowed. Aaron didn’t allow himself to have anything this indulgent very often, so when he did, he tried to enjoy and appreciate it. For many years, Hotch knew that his faster metabolism had gone in his early thirties, and treats were a thing he sought out less and less for himself. However, as he watched Jack enjoy his ice cream and as the soft music played in the space while the cars drifted by outside, he realized that this was something not only Jack needed, but something he needed as well. Aaron was brutal on himself and his body, and maybe he was trying too hard. He wanted and tried to be the best version of himself for the team, but more importantly for Jack, and he might have been taking it too far on his end. He relaxed a bit into his bench seat and took another bite of ice cream, this time just enjoying it for the sake of the experience. 

After their paper bowls were empty, Aaron took a breath and looked at Jack who was playing with his spoon and asked, “Jack, did you know what those people who were at your school today were talking about?” The boy stopped fiddling with his cutlery and made a face that said he was thinking before saying, “I think so. They were mad about gay people and shouting. They were really angry and I don’t know why…” Hotch nodded his head and tried to think about how to best respond. He had talked to Jack about the LGBTQ+ community, not so much like that but in the more simple and kid-friendly way of emphasizing that anyone can love anyone else as long as it’s not hurting anyone. That there could be two moms or two dads, and that not everyone felt like a boy or a girl. Jack looked up at his dad and asked, “Why were they so angry?” 

Aaron swallowed and replied, “Well, sometimes people don’t like something, or don’t believe in something. And they can think that, but the thing is that they try and want to make other people think it too. And when people don’t agree with them, they get angry. Because if you can’t make someone agree with you, then you can at least make them scared. And what do we know about being scared, Jack?” It took a second before Jack replied, “It’s okay to be scared but being different doesn’t mean being scary.” Aaron nodded proudly and Jack added on, “So they were just big bullies?” Hotch knew it was more complex with that but for now, it was a good analogy and he nodded yes. 

This conversation gave Jack a new thought and he asked, “You told me that I shouldn’t give bullies time, but Ms. y/l/n went up to them and tried talking to them.” Aaron nodded and replied, “Yes. You’re right. That’s what I’ve said to you. Things are different with Ms. y/l/n because she’s an adult, and she was trying to keep you and all of the students safe. But you’re right, for you, Jack, I would say to stay away from a situation like that, but there are some other things you can do too.” Aaron knew that Jack was a helper, and always had been. So in a situation where his son might feel helpless, he wanted to give him an option to do something that would give him power in the scenario and to do something that he was good at. 

Aaron stated, “So what you can do, Jack, is to find the other kids like you who might be upset. Because those people were saying upsetting and hurtful things. So you can find those kids who are hurting and make sure they’re doing okay.” Jack nodded along, this was something he could do. Aaron also added, “And if things seem bad, like if you feel unsafe or the other kids feel unsafe, the best thing you can do is get help from an adult. From someone you trust or know. Does that make sense?” Jack nodded and sat forward, mirroring Aaron’s posture as he shook his head yes. Hotch smiled and said, “Good, If you have more questions about today you can ask me anytime, okay?” 

Just as Aaron and Jack were getting ready to head home, Hotch’s phone pinged with an incoming message, and he checked it. The email was from y/n and he tapped on the screen opening the message which read: 

To: Aaron.Hotchner65@gmail.com 

From: y/n.y/l/n@_____ISD 

Subject: Re-Checking-In 

Good afternoon, Mr. Hotchner, 

Thank you so much for checking in on me. That is very kind of you. I’m just sorry that Jack or any of the students at recess had to see and hear what they did. As for what the administration thinks about what I did today, I think I’m going to find that out tomorrow, but don’t want to know really, nor should I speculate about it in an email. You are niceto offer your help. I think I’m just going to order a frozen pizza from the store and call it a night. I’m a bit banged up, if it was any more than this I think I’d have to go to the ER (that last bit is hyperbole). Thanks again for checking in Mr. Hotchner. I hope Jack isn’t too upset. Tell him I said hello, and that I’ll see him tomorrow at school! I hope you have a pleasant night, 

Ms. y/n. 

Aaron frowned slightly. There was a hesitancy in y/n’s tone here. Especially with how the school might react to what had happened. That, and the fact that y/n seemed to be in a lot of pain didn’t make Hotch feel good. It made him want to go over and see her even more. He paused to make sure this was still being done with good intentions. That his desire wasn’t just trying to find an opportunity to see y/n again. The feelings in his gut were still one of concern, even if his heart was doing something different. Hotch pushed aside the new feelings in his chest, something for him to contemplate later, and composed a reply to y/n: 

To: y/n.y/l/n@_____ISD 

From: Aaron.Hotchner65@gmail.com 

Subject: Re-re-Checking-In 

y/n, I’m glad you can bring some humor into this situation. That’s a relief. It sounds like you’re in a good bit of pain. Are you sure you don’t need to go to the ER? Also, would you let me pick you up a pizza? It’s no big deal at all, and that way you can save money on the delivery. Sorry, I don’t mean to overreach, but I am willing to give a helping hand if you want. 

Aaron Hotchner

Hotch really hoped he wasn’t sounding too desperate, or that y/n would think his offering to help her save money made her feel poor. He didn’t mean it that way. He’d tossed a few options out for her to reach out if she needed, or wanted help, or just some company. From what Aaron could tell about y/n was that she was fiercely independent. She’d seemed so put together for someone in their mind a/r. From what he could tell from y/n’s weekly email updates, she made a lot of her own classroom content and tried very hard to connect with each of her students. Not only that but from the two times they’d met at school, there were no indications that she had a partner or parents close by to help her with things. Aaron assumed this mainly because she’d told him how she’d had to learn how to fix the leak in her bathroom faucet from YouTube just so she didn’t have to call in a plumber. That was another time when Aaron had wished he could just whisk himself over to her duplex and lend y/n a hand. Before he could overthink what he’d sent there was another reply: 

To: Aaron.Hotchner65@gmail.com 

From: y/n.y/l/n@_____ISD 

Subject: Re-re-re-Checking-In 

Ummm, you’d do that, really? I don’t want to be a bother, Mr. Hotchner. I know you have to take care of Jack and everything… 

y/n y/l/n

Now a hint of a smile turned up the corner of Aaron’s mouth. He and Jack had made it to the car at this point and Hotch typed out: 

To: y/n.y/l/n@_____ISD 

From: Aaron.Hotchner65@gmail.com 

Subject: [Re]-Checking-In 

y/n, 

I’d be happy to take even a small load off of your shoulders. After what you’ve been through today it is the least I can do, and I can get someone to sit with Jack for an hour or so while I come over. To make communication easier, here is my cell Number: (804) 572 - 4459. If you’d like, however, to keep this over email, that’s fine as well. It might be a moment before I get back to you as I have to get Jack home and get him dinner, but I’ll be open after that and talk to you again then. Do you have any allergies or dietary restrictions I should know about before I go grab your pizza? 

Aaron Hotchner 

The drive home was quiet as Jack thought about what his dad had said. The sandy-haired boy had a few more questions which Aaron did his best to explain. When the questions turned toward religion, it had been a church group protesting, Hotch did his best to turn the conversation back to the key points. He rarely talked to Jack about church or religion, wanting his son to be able to make his own choices in faith, or not to have any at all. That hadn’t been a choice for Hotch as a child, and he wanted Jack to not have the burn of guilt that faith could bring unless it was something his son came to on his own terms. Plus religion had become a bit of a sore subject for Aaron after Haley’s passing. How could a fair God take away someone as good and pure as Haley? It didn’t make sense, and he didn’t have the will to study theodicy. So he pushed those thoughts to the background and focused on getting home. 

It didn’t take long for Aaron to get dinner ready for Jack. While he reheated some leftover pasta and veggies, Jack did his homework, and they both had a small dinner. Hotch also texted Jess to see if she was open to swing by for an hour to which she replied, “Yes. I never miss a chance to hang out with my coolest nephew. Are you going on a date or something?” Aaron rolled his eyes at the text, he suspected sarcasm and replied, “Something like that. Making a house call to a friend in need. I’ll tell you more later.” A moment later Jess sent a thumbs-up emoji and said, “I’ll be over in about forty minutes once my boys are settled, probably playing Fortnite or something *sigh*” Hotch liked the text and checked his messages to see a text from a new number which he correctly assumed was y/n. She had sent a simple, “Hello, it’s me, y/n. For your pizza question, I have a/d/r so knock yourself out with that. I’m not a picky eater. Also here’s my address, ________. I’m not doing anything tonight, I couldn’t even if I wanted to, so you can come over anytime, but before nine would be great as I have to wake up early. Thanks so much again. This is very, very nice of you. - y/n.” Aaron liked the text and replied, “Sounds good. I’ll make sure to make it to yours before nine. - Aaron.” 

Jess arrived promptly at 6:30, and Hotch let her know it was the normal bedtime routine that night. A half hour of TV, upstairs, teeth brushed, and in bed by 8:30. Jessica nodded and said, “Gotcha. You owe me a story for this one.” Aaron chuckled and said, “I’ll let you know. There’s an open bottle of Pino in the fridge if you want some. I shouldn’t be gone long.” Jess couldn’t help herself from saying, “That's what she said,” and Hotch flushed crimson. Unlike Haley, Jess had gotten the more crass humor of the Brooks family. 

Aaron left the room, keys in hand before any more jokes could be levied at him. He really didn’t plan on staying at y/n’s long. However thanks to the recent comments, Aaron couldn’t help but feel like he was a teenager sneaking out of the house to see some girl after curfew. Hotch shook his head at the silly notion and reminded himself that he was an adult man, and such thoughts were above him. However, he couldn’t stop the small thrill that ran through him as he entered y/n’s address into his phone. He swung by the local store and picked up two frozen pizzas that he thought y/n would like and matched her allergy and dietary restrictions she’d sent him earlier. He also moved to the pharmacy section and picked up some pain relievers, liniment oil, and cotton pads, just in case y/n didn’t have any of those things at her apartment. After all, she had said she was going to get stuff delivered to her, and he didn’t know if those were things she had planned on getting and then just didn’t tell him because she hadn’t wanted to be a burden. At least, that was how Aaron justified the extra purchases. 

Hotch texted y/n that he was on the way and the closer he got to her place, the more nervous he felt. It was strange. He hadn’t felt this way in ages. He had to keep attempting to suppress the feeling, but it kept creeping up on him like frost on the ground in the morning; an inevitable thing that he knew would change and probably go away with time. It was a week away from summer, there shouldn’t be frost on the ground at all. Hotch felt exasperated at his state and realized that maybe he was just too cold of a person and the frost stuck with him. Outside of y/n’s place, Aaron said, “Get ahold of yourself Hotchner, and be helpful for once, goddammit.” His little pep-talk got him to the door with the groceries. The lights were on inside and Aaron knocked lightly on the front door. There was a very muffled, “I’m coming” and all of a sudden the piercing darkness was broken by a stream of yellow light that poured from y/n’s open door. Aaron blinked for a second as he took in y/n. She seemed pretty relaxed in an oversized t-shirt and shorts that were nearly swallowed by the length of her shirt. She was barefoot and leaning against the door frame taking him in as well. Apart from the angry bruises on y/n’s face and her split lip, she looked comfortable here. ‘This is her home, of course, she’s comfortable’ Aaron reminded himself. 

While Hotch’s eyes had been adjusting to the light, y/n’s eyes were getting used to the dark. Jack’s father had always been an attractive man even though she’d only seen him briefly in the drop-off and pick-up lines and even less for any extended period of time. But Mr. Hotchner had a face, and attitude one didn’t easily forget. There was an intensity about him, a fierceness that could easily draw one in or scare one away. 

y/n wondered why the other teachers didn’t talk about him more. Maybe it was all the things he and Jack had gone through, horrible horrible things that kept people away. It made sense that Mr. Hotchner was in the FBI. He had a high-intensity job. All that energy had to go somewhere, and when he wasn’t being a parent to Jack and doting on his son, he must be doing dangerous and exciting things. Far more exciting than her job at least. y/n noticed his jeans and polo, a new outfit on him, and most certainly not his normal pressed suit and tie. y/n wasn’t complaining. His arms filled out the sleeves and his waist seemed a little less trim. y/n felt like a total fool for just standing there, realizing that he was also waiting to come inside, or maybe just drop off the bag of groceries he’d brought her so kindly using his own money and taking time out of his night. 

y/n snapped back to reality and berated herself and thought, ‘You’re fun little thoughts are getting out of hand. Please like he’d care about you like that.’ It was true, y/n had allowed herself to think, just a bit about the mysterious Mr. Hotchner. It was harmless, just small vignettes of them laughing about a joke, or holding hands -- kid's stuff, or at least it had been until he showed up outside her doorstep. y/n shook her head and said, “I’m so sorry Mr. Hotchner. I get hit in the head and my manners fly out the window. Would you like to come in, or just hand those things over? I can pay you back for them. Do you have PayPal or Venmo?” The words came out quickly, more quickly than y/n had hoped. There was no hope in sounding nonchalant now. A flush started forming on y/n’s face and she wanted to put her face in her palm, but had enough dignity left to not do that in front of the parent of her student. 

Aaron let out a little sigh of relief knowing that he wasn’t the only one who thought meeting like this was a bit, different. He wondered for a second why y/n had accepted his help, but pushed that aside and said, “Please Ms. y/n, you can just call me Aaron. I’d like to come in for a moment. See if you’re alright if you don’t mind?” y/n nodded and opened the door wider for Hotch. Aaron slid past her into the warm comfort of her space. It was lit mostly by lamps and the furnishings seemed soft and cozy which would match y/n’s personality. It was a bit more sparse and minimal than Hotch would have imagined, but maybe the chaos of a classroom called for order at home. The lights in the kitchen were on and the brightest. Hotch heard the soft click of the door behind him as he looked over the space. 

y/n stepped forward and said, “Well, please just call me y/n. Unless I’m in the classroom, Ms. makes me feel like a 19th-century spencer waiting for Harlod Hill to come into town.” y/n rolled her eyes at her choice of words. ‘Yes y/n, let’s talk about The Music Man in front of Mr. Hotchner, why don’t you?’ In an attempt to recover and hide her embarrassment, y/n stated. “I was just pouring myself a glass of wine when you knocked, um, would you like one? I can also take those groceries from you.” Aaron offered y/n a soft smile that only made her heart beat faster as he extended the bag of groceries and said, “I’m good for now. Thank you. Have you had anything to eat yet tonight?” y/n took the paper bag and their fingers brushed, the warmth of their skin spreading despite the frozen contents inside the bag. y/n cleared her throat and turned toward the kitchen in an attempt to hide how flustered she was. The cool linoleum tile of her kitchen managed to cool her down, and she placed the pizzas in the freezer. She tried to say casually over her shoulder, “I haven’t eaten yet, no. You can sit down anywhere if you like…” y/n didn’t know exactly if Mr. Hotchner wanted to stay long and she felt silly for having offered him a drink in the first place. Maybe he didn’t drink. By the time y/n had situated the food, Aaron had taken a seat in one of the chairs sitting catty corner to her tan couch. Trying to play it cool, y/n moved to her counter and poured herself the glass of wine she had been planning before she’d put her foot in her mouth. y/n contemplated that maybe this was why she was good with kids. The nuances of adulthood could pass over children’s heads so easily. They didn’t feel the awkwardness that y/n did right now. Nor the racing of her heart as Aaron filled one of her seats. 

She moved over to the couch and asked again, “Can I please pay you back for the groceries? It was nice of you to bring them, and for you to check in on me. I got a few angry emails from parents saying that I exposed their children to danger today, so yours was a nice change.” Aaron’s eyebrows pulled together. The comment about payment passed him by. He wasn’t going to let Jack’s favorite teacher pay him back, even if she asked a hundred times. But the more pressing issue was the emails from other parents. If y/n’s actions didn’t look good, then he didn’t know what they were. He asked in a low voice, “Why were they upset?” y/n bit her lower lip and cringed as the pain stung from the split in her mouth. She had forgotten it was there for a moment. Perhaps she shouldn’t have brought up the other emails. Depending on how the district’s admin took her situation, it wouldn’t help her to spread information. 

y/n chose her words carefully as she replied, “Well some were mad that I got hurt in front of their children and some were angry that their kids were exposed to those protestors in the first place.” y/n looked at Aaron and his slightly annoyed and sympathetic gaze made her feel better, safe. She hadn’t really processed what had happened to her yet, and she’d been alone since she’d been sent home. It was good to have someone here, and y/n took a sip of her wine and set her glass down on the table before leaning her head back on the couch and sighing deeply deflating slightly. 

In a smaller voice, a voice that gave away the pain she was feeling y/n said, “Maybe I shouldn’t have done anything. I just didn’t like the things they were saying. Kids are much more cognizant than people like to think and for those who have gay parents, or siblings, or might be part of the community themselves, they shouldn’t have to hear that stuff.” y/n pinched the bridge of her nose and continued, “This had to happen the week before summer break?” As y/n had her eyes closed, Aaron took the chance to give her face a better look. The bruise under her eye was turning a nasty purple that would fade to an even more ugly yellow color in the following days. The split on her lip looked nasty as well. The tender pink skin must hurt as she talked. He got what she was saying about kids knowing more than others expected. Jack was a prime example of that. Of course, Jack had been through more pain and grief than many his age. It would only make sense that he was more perceptive. The claims from the other parents sounded like bullshit to him though. 

y/n turned her face to him and said softly, “Sorry for unloading on you. I haven’t really had anyone to talk to about this yet. I don’t mean to hold you up.” Aaron nodded his head no and said, “You’re not bothering me, and you’re not holding me up. What were the protestors saying exactly, had you seen them before?” y/n’s eyes softened. She hadn’t really allowed herself the opportunity to picture Aaron like this in person, so kind and concerned. She’d just let herself think silly little snippets, but this gentleness hadn’t filtered into the equation. y/n moved her gaze to the ceiling and said, “Oh they were saying all the homophobic classics. Fags go to hell, god hates queers, and they were accusing the teachers on the staff of being groomers and turning the students gay, all that jazz.” Hotch rolled his eyes. These points were so tiring at this point, and he was annoyed with y/n for having to deal with this. y/n looked at Hotch and said, “And I haven’t seen any of those people before. Not like I’d be looking for those types of people on a daily anyway. They must have come down from upstate.” 

Hotch let out a small huff, his lawyer side kicking in as he asked, “You seemed hesitant about the school’s response to what you did today, and some other parents showed concern. Do you think the district might not support your actions?” y/n sat forward and took another drink of wine, more this time. It was helping her calm down. Not that she normally needed wine to unwind, but it had been a long day, and there was a very attractive man unexpectedly sitting in her home. That last fact was still a wonder to y/n. Like a dream. y/n considered that she might have gotten a very bad concussion and was being wheeled right now to a hospital. But she was brought back from her wayward thoughts when Hotch cleared his throat. y/n shook her head. She was letting her brain get away with itself far more than normal. But she blamed it on the pain, painkillers, and stress of the whole situation. That stress was slightly intensified by Mr. Hotchner’s question, but y/n realized it was better to say it out loud instead of keeping it in to eat at her. 

y/n sighed and said, “It really depends. You’ve heard about that Mom’s for Student Purity campaign at the beginning of the school year, I’m sure?” Hotch nodded his head slightly. He had heard of it but hadn’t thought much of it. Only that there had been some issues and poor behavior at the school assemblies. Aaron had assumed that the district had taken care of the situation and that’s why he hadn’t heard more about it. As hard as Hotch tried to be involved in Jack’s academic life, and he did show up to every game, play, and parent-teacher conference, he didn’t have much time for the school board meetings. That had been Haley’s forte and the thought pained him momentarily. Aaron wished he could live up to the expectation that y/n must have had of him as he said, “I’ve heard of them, but not much. I’m sure they’d have something to say about today.” 

y/n let out a little snort and replied, “Tell me about it. The district has been having a constant battle with them. Ever since the president and the vice-president of their organization got elected to the school board it’s been hard to keep them at bay. They’ve tried implementing book bans, vetting curriculum, and getting the librarian fired. Right now they’re not in the majority and their ideas are unfounded and impractical to implement, but they’re making things hard. Every time the district shoots them down, they start a new campaign and it gets more troublesome. I know this will come up in a performance review and if they don’t like it, they’ll find a way to make it hard for me. They’ve done it to others already. I can imagine the comments, ‘Teacher causes brawl in front of students leaving them disturbed.’” 

Hotch took a moment to think about how hard that must be. To have to be so careful that making a choice to do the right thing could get y/n in trouble. How the system was setting her up to have to make hard choices at the expense of her employment possibly. All of these loopholes reminded him of his own work in a way, though he didn’t have to deal with kids all day. Even though some of the police and sheriff’s departments the BAU worked with acted like children. y/n sighed and said, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to complain. I love my job. I love working with my students. I love to see their joy and to have concepts click in their heads. They bring me so much happiness every day. It’s just the other part of the job, having to tip-toe around people and admin, it kind of dims that excitement I had when I was a new teacher.” y/n finished off her wine as Aaron took a moment to think. y/n had a great way of telling stories, it wasn’t a surprise that Jack was drawn to her tone and humor. It drew him in. He turned his head back to y/n who was now longingly looking between her wine bottle on her counter and her empty glass, as if trying to decide if she should risk another glass. 

Hotch asked carefully, “Have you taken anything for the pain?” He didn’t want to say that she looked rough, but her face looked like it hurt, and from y/n’s small grimaces, it clearly did. y/n nodded and said, “I did. I had some painkillers when I got home. I think I have another hour before I can take another round.” Aaron didn’t make a comment on y/n’s choice to mix alcohol with painkillers, nor the fact that she was drinking on an empty stomach. He’d recommend that she have some dinner in a minute, but for now, he said, “Well, I think if you iced your face for a bit and used some liniment oil on your lip it would reduce the swelling. It’s still going to hurt for a few days, but the bruising should be a little better, and it might tide you over until you can take your next dose of painkillers.” y/n nodded and said, “There’s a bag of ice in the freezer. I was doing that earlier but then fell asleep. I woke up in a nice puddle.” y/n grunted slightly as she got to her feet and made her way toward the kitchen. Aaron followed her with his gaze and he asked, “Can I refill your wine glass, and maybe you can try that oil, it’s pretty soothing. I know from experience.” 

y/n turned her head toward Aaron, he was being so nice to her and she wasn’t sure why. She didn’t come across people who were just nice for the sake of it often, and it filled her with warmth. She nodded her head yes and tried to imagine Aaron, who was always so put-together and composed, not bruised and bloody. The thought sent a pang through her. She wondered how often his getting injured happened, and if he’d let her help him like he was helping her. y/n shook her head. This was already feeling like a fantasy, she couldn’t possibly hope for more than this. Things like this didn’t happen, not to her. y/n grabbed the bag of ice that had refrozen after her nap, and grabbed a towel from the drawer next to the fridge, cradling the cool bag in her hand. y/n moved back to the couch and sat back down. The butterflies in her tummy had fluttered their wings like they did when they stopped to get warmed on the gray pavement outside of her house in summer. She wished she could still them, but at the same time, it was such a rush, they almost made up for the pain in her face. She wished she could get a better read on Mr. Hotchner. She knew about his son, and his circumstances, but even so, he was unpredictable like a comet. Why he’d offered to help her apart from out of kindness was hard to pin down, and she didn’t dare ask him outright. Why she’d accepted was another mystery. Did wanting to be in the company of a good man make her a bad person? Was she sexualizing him, taking advantage? 

Before her thoughts could take her further, y/n pressed the bag to her face, covering her and dimming the flush that was blooming on her cheeks. y/n pressed a little too hard and grimaced at the cold and the pressure. Just as she did this, Aaron sat down with her wine and the grocery bag. Hotch softly said, “Gentle now.” y/n looked up at him, half of her face covered, and smiled. She felt like I might cry, but she didn’t know why. How pathetic she must have looked to him. Not able to take care of herself. But she’d been trying. She’d been trying to prove she could care for herself forever. Now one had trusted her, not after the accident. Not after her life had been turned around. But she didn’t talk about that. She didn’t even talk about it with herself anymore. There was no point in self-pity, she’d lived, externally unscathed. For as perceptive as Mr. Hotchner was, he couldn’t know everything inside her, maybe that was what she was waiting for. Someone who could explain why bad things happened to good people. y/n swallowed back her emotions and wiped away one stray tear, and Hotch sat in silence watching her with concern. Wondering why her mood had shifted so suddenly. 

After a few minutes, y/n pulled the ice pack off her face and set it on the table. She then picked up her fresh wine glass and took a smaller sip, savoring it this time, as she did this, Aaron put his hand into the grocery bag and pulled out the cotton wipes normally used for removing makeup, then the liniment oil which was in a small dropper topped bottle. He opened the bottle and took off the paper cover keeping the clear liquid inside. Hotch screwed on the cap and then dropped a few drops of oil onto the pad. He considered that if this was for Jack, he’d use his hands, and let the warmth of his skin soothe the hurt. But this wasn’t Jack, and Aaron remembered that as he started raising his hand to y/n’s mouth like she was someone he could just tend to like family. Hotch froze mid-movement and turned noticeably red. He cleared his throat and said, “Sorry,” as he set the pad into y/n’s waiting hand. She was as shocked as he was at how he’d reached out for her. y/n murmured a barely audible, “Thanks” as she took the pad and, this time, more carefully pressed it to her split lip. Aaron filled the silence with what he hoped were some helpful reminders. It felt too awkward if he didn’t speak after his slip-up with his hand, plus, he was going to have to leave in a few minutes. He didn’t want to stay out late and the darkness outside was only getting darker. 

“If the school or the district ends up giving you any serious trouble, make sure your union rep is with you when you have to explain the situation. And, heaven forbid, there is some complaint and the union can’t do anything, I have a few lawyer friends I can get you in contact with.” y/n nodded her understanding, Her eyes widened at his lawyer comment. Who doesn’t this man know? Aaron continued, “You should ice your face on and off until you go to bed, and make sure you get some dinner before you sleep. You can also use this oil in other places if you’re aching elsewhere, just make sure not to get it in your eyes.” y/n watched him list off these things so collectedly. Not even having to think about them. She considered that he would make a good teacher if he was inclined toward that profession, but then again, he was the leader of an FBI Unit, how much more of a teacher can you get than that? y/n snapped her head up, realizing Aaron was saying something to her. Hotch smiled and repeated, “Can I see?” He gestured toward her lip and y/n let out a little breath and said, “Okay,” as she removed the pad from her lip and looked into Aaron’s dark, thoughtful eyes.

Hotch sat forward in his chair. y/n’s face was in the light of a lamp and he could see her full-looking lips which were pretty except where they were marred by the scar and scab of dark clotted blood. It didn’t look bad enough to need stitches, but just barely. He’d seen so many scars like these on Morgan, Reid, Emily, and his own mouth that it didn’t bother him. What did bother him was that what was a painful and annoying injury being inflicted on y/n. That would sting for at least a week. Sure it sucked when it happened to him or a member of the team, but they’d signed up for that, the most y/n should have to expect in terms of harm on the job was a paper cut. Clearly, he had been mistaken. 

Since they had both returned to their seats, y/n and Aaron had started drifting closer together like moths drawn to a flame. Hotch was about a foot away from y/n and could feel the ghost of her breath on his face and the hint of her barely touched second glass of rose now forgotten on the table. Without thinking, he moved his large hand up to the side of her face. The warmth of his hand on the side of her face had y/n rest her chin in his palm, and she closed her eyes. Not exactly sure what or why he was doing this, Aaron brushed his thumb over y/n’s top lip and then softly over her bottom lip. She winced as the pad of his thumb brushed over her scab, but didn’t pull away from his touch. y/n opened her eyes and Hotch dropped his hand. He leaned in slightly, entranced by y/n, her presence, just wanting to be a bit closer to her. y/n did the same. 

The moment was shattered when y/n’s phone loudly went off. Aaron dropped his hand like a lead weight, and y/n’s head snapped toward her phone on the side of the table. She turned her gaze back toward Aaron, but the moment had been broken. He looked silly, almost ashamed of himself. He’d pulled back and away and his posturing also made y/n feel like a fool. What had she been thinking? y/n got up grabbed her phone and answered, stepping farther away, but not so far away that Hotch couldn’t hear. What did she have to lose after acting so immature in front of him anyway? She could hardly think how she’d act when she saw him again, especially in the classroom. 

Putting the phone to her ear, she listened as her doctor asked if she’d picked up the refill of the medication that she had needed since her accident. y/n dipped her head. She’d completely forgotten about going to the pharmacy after her day and replied, “No not yet. I’ll pick them up right after work tomorrow.” There was a short reminder that those meds were helping y/n and she shouldn’t go without them. y/n nodded and said, “I know. I’ll pick them up tomorrow. I have enough to make it till then.” Hotch watched y/n cave in on herself as she walked away from him. He hadn’t meant to make her feel bad, or silly. He felt silly. Like someone who hadn’t been thinking about what he was doing. He shouldn’t have put y/n in that position and he was sorry for it. He’d have to find a way to apologize and leave y/n to her night before making some other kind of monumental error in judgment. 

Hotch heard y/n wrap up her call and her footsteps came back toward him. He stood and moved into the open space of the living room. The front door was just a few feet away and he felt like running out of it. But he stayed in discomfort and said, “I’m sorry for what I did earlier, y/n. That was inappropriate. I, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” y/n dropped her eyes again and said, “It’s alright. You were really kind to come over here and listen to me ramble and complain for half an hour. Not even my friends did that, and I’ll make sure to heed your advice. It’s clear you have a lot more practical life experience than I do. You don’t need to apologize for anything.” Aaron nodded, trying to accept her words for a situation he’d created. He wished he could explain what he’d been thinking, but he couldn’t because he hadn’t been thinking. The final nail in the coffin was when y/n said, “I hope you have a good night, Mr. Hotchner.” The change back to his last name, y/n hoped sounded regretful, but to Aaron, it only sounded hollow. Now it was Aaron’s turn to drop his head and he moved toward the door, stopping for one second as his fingertips brushed the cool metal, so unlike y/n’s warm skin. 

y/n didn’t like this. She didn’t like this at all. She hadn’t really known why she’d said yes to him coming over other than she wanted to see Aaron. She had enjoyed feeling his hand on her face. It was fast and strange like a dream, but she’d liked it, and part of her wanted very badly to understand why she’d wanted him here. And she didn’t think she could do it alone. She assumed that Aaron was as lost as she was. It seemed like he was. The words of y/n’s therapist rang in her ears, “Sometimes being strong is letting people in instead of keeping them out.” Just as Hotch’s hand latched onto the door knob y/n said, “Mr. Hotch… Aaron. I can’t exactly tell you why I asked you here, apart from the fact that I wanted you here, and I really enjoyed having you here, for all of it. I mean, like, before the phone call. I don’t know what this is,” she gestured between them, and continued, “But I’d like to understand it more. Maybe when the semester is over we could get coffee or something. Or if you don’t want that, I understand too.” 

There was a moment of silence that felt like an eternity before Aaron turned. His expression looked lighter, and maybe there was a ghost of a smile on his face that said, “I’d like that y/n. I enjoyed tonight too. You have my number now, so you let me know once you have the headspace to come up with a day for our meeting. I look forward to it.” y/n smiled too and raised her hand and waved. Hotch then moved outside and closed the door behind him. As he walked down the drive he felt better. Much better, and happy he’d come, even if he hadn’t been sure why, he had a better picture now, and he felt less guilty about it. He’d have something to tell Jess when the time was right, but for now, he could look forward to getting to know y/n better, and get to know himself too. 

Inside, y/n looked at the door for a second before she moved to it and locked it. She then moved to the couch and dropped into the cushions with a sigh. Once she’d grounded herself, y/n grabbed her glass and took another sip. The bag of ice was once again going unnoticed on the cushions and melting. y/n pulled the glass from her lips and contemplated how her face didn’t hurt so much anymore. Perhaps it was the painkillers, or the wine, or maybe, just maybe, it was the courage to tell Aaron the truth, and the possibility to know more about that feeling between them.

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Teratophillia Fic - Ghost/Female Reader

18+, NSFW. Minors please DNI.

Contains: Getting freaky with a ghost, male ghost/female reader in terms of anatomy, P in V, no real aftercare, written while I was half asleep and not beta read or editted (AKA don't complain about the quality please)

The hot shower water drenches your skin. The perfect way to distract yourself from working a double was to scorch yourself. It worked, too - you can’t feel the soreness when you’re practically burning your skin off. You wrap your body in a towel that’s just big enough to meet in the front, and step out of the bathroom after giving your head a lazy shake to get rid of some of the water. If it works for dogs after getting out of the bath, it must be good enough for you. 

Slinking into your bedroom, you catch a slight indent on the comforter you left bunched up at the foot. Your friendly ghost. He was certainly no Casper by any means, but at least he was nice enough to not throw your favorite mugs around. You decide to pay him no mind since you can’t technically see him. 

Your towel hits the floor as you walk over to your closet, deciding on a tank top that would at least cover your nipples and a pair of old sweatpants. You toss them on the bed, gazing at the imprints on your blanket. He’d shifted. There was a new set of imprints, indicating he’d sat with his legs out and somewhat spread while looking at you picking out your night clothes. You roll your eyes, declaring that he was a pervert. You receive no obvious response, but you notice from dips in your mattress that your ghost friend had lifted himself up. 

Perhaps you’d offended him so bad that he decided to leave - though you weren’t sure he could leave. Making a few assumptions, you bend over to work your way into the sweatpants. That’s when you feel your cunt stretch. A little gasp escapes you, and you lean up against your bed for a little more support. 

You weren’t necessarily surprised. You always felt someone watching you when you used your vibrator, but you never felt any particular way about that. Your otherworldly friend was proving to truly be a pervert, and you take a little bit of pride in your assumption being affirmed as he begins to thrust into you. You aren’t particularly sure what to do - having sex with a physical being is much different when compared to sex with a supernatural being. You reach down to play with your clit, rubbing circles lazily as you allow your guest to slowly thrust in and out of you. 

That doesn’t last for long. You feel him grab your wrist, in a somewhat rough manner, and move your hand to the bed. You feel a cool sensation on your clit, paired with some friction. The contrast in temperature makes you moan, your back slightly arching as you allow your mind to slip away. The ghost, who seemed to be in no rush before, increases the pace of his thrusts, as well as how hard he’s thrusting into you. 

This was much more on par with your style. You moan and whimper as he continues to fuck you, surprised that he’s able to hit all the right spots. You’re a bit less surprised when you remember that he’d watched you fuck yourself silly, for an undescript amount of times. Still, having something other than plastic inside of you was something you weren’t going to take for granted. 

Your visitor must’ve taken notes during your self-pleasure sessions - he manages to hit all the right spots, inside and out - he rubs your clit at just the right pace, uses one of his hands to pinch your nipples, and slams into you just perfectly. 

Just before your orgasm, you begin to doubt yourself - are you really going to let a ghost make you cum? You answer your own question through actions rather than words as your invisible lover bucks his hips, making you unravel. You nearly scream as you finish, clasping a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound. You wouldn’t want to be disruptive to your neighbors, after all. 

Within seconds of you finishing, you feel an icy sensation pressed against your pussy, cleaning you up. Within a minute, the sensation leaves. The room warms up by a few degrees and you know you’re alone. The tired, heavy feeling hits you again and you don’t even bother with pajamas as you crawl into your bed. As you wrap yourself up in a blanket, one satisfied sigh leaves your lips. A small smile is plastered to your face as you drift off to sleep, satisfied by a lover that you couldn’t even see.

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Canon Viojack Moments

This ship. Let's talk about it. Warning for Series Spoilers:

I know most (if not all) of the fouth wing fandom refers to Jack Barlowe as JFB. And honestly? for good reason. The man has the personality of a wet paper bag and the plot armor of an old nokia phone. But I digress. It wasn't until my third or fourth reread that I realized that the main pairing (X/V) didn't hit the same strong enemies-to-lovers notes for me the way Viojack did-- especially in light of the fact that Xaden had never had the intention of hurting Violet because of his deal with her mother.

So let's dive into the canon moments for a rarepair that will never be! Please keep in mind that this is, in fact, all meant in good fandom fun. I still love Xaden, I just tend to love unhinged psychopathic characters a little more.

As I was rereading this for the fourth time, I noticed the subtle power play/primal play going on in this scene with Jack putting emphasis on pleasure and screaming. I also love how Violet's response sets the tone for their dynamic: Jack making threats and Violet refusing to back down.

His hand on her hip as he hovers above her while Violet presses a dagger to his balls... whats not to love?? I also find it interesting that Violet fixates on his eye color here, which is something that she seems to only do for the other main love interests (see: Xaden's onyx eyes, Dain's warm brown, even arguably Liam's blue eyes)

Omegaverse AU where... lol no but on a serious note I find it hilarious that Jack smells her before stalking away especially considering the fact that Violet canonically (from Xadens Bonus Chap POV) smells like citrus- the one thing Jack is allergic to. The irony is *chefs kiss*

I love how most readers will finish fourth wing with the impression that Violets fear towards Jack was completely one-sided (I know I did) because he's a Big Strong Murderous Man™ when *canonically* she repeatedly scares the shit out of him too.

This little morsel during threshing just buttered my biscuits because I love how she compares Jack to Xaden- aka the MMC and LOVE INTEREST- and Jack somehow unintentionally comes out on top?? this is a stretch but stick with me...

Also, I found it interesting during my reread that Jack wasn't the one who planned Andarna's murder. Tynan was the "genius" behind that plot, and also the one who bullied Oren when he voiced his second thoughts. Jack only followed along with the plot to an extent (he arguably ran at the earliest convenience) And I feel like readers put the weight of Tynan's plan on Jacks shoulders solely because we remember Jack as the asshole who participated (and survived). also see: Jack was never involved in the assassination attempt or any of the other dozens of times he could've killed her without repercussions.

ngl really loved that Violet's last thought as she was making her peace with death is Jack-centric.

Again, Jack is seen as the primary instigator but throughout FW Violet is the one that meets him where he's at. She's unwilling to back down and I love that about their dynamic because - in this scene- you can see her begin to gain the upper hand.

Another canon moment that I completely missed when I first read FW. But again, Violets actions/accomplishments instill a sense of fear in Jack. Also I just love that by this point she's able to read him so well.

Did everyone miss the fact that he blew her a kiss or was it just me??? because in light of the IF turret scene (you know where he saves her life) this had me feeling absolutely feral. Like of all the ways he could have instigated a reaction out of her it was blowing kisses that did the trick?! and I love love LOVE how she continues to be vocal about his cowardice when the rest of the quadrant doesn't.

Exhibit four of prime sarcastic banter from enemies that could become lovers (leave me to my delusions).

Out of context this is the most insane and more than a little erotic moment between the two of them??? like they're dick to butt here, and he's whispering? (where have i heard this before- oh right: that time Xaden kicked her ass on the mat. The only difference is one of them had dangerous intent which makes my E2L heart swoon)

Canon that, not only is Jack the first person Violet's killed, he's also the only person Violet's felt *guilty* of killing.

Listen, I get that this scene has more to do with her sense of self and loss of morality but I think it's interesting that she's grieving this after saving one of her best friends by sacrificing the main antagonist and primary pain in her ass. Read between the lines on that one lol

IF JFB's return lets break it down:

she's focusing on his appearance.

She points out that her signet manifested as she killed him. Now this is pivotal because during rereads we've uncovered that there's an easter egg during her *passionate* first kiss with Xaden. Keep that in mind. So we fast forward to War Games where she has another *passionate* moment- feeling protective of her best friend and fury towards her main antagonist. And that's exactly the moment where her signet truly manifests. Xaden may have been the first spark but Jack is her catalyst in both character development and achieving power. I also just love the irony that him pushing her towards destruction is what ultimately destroys him.

And again the way she fixates on his eyes. I love that in a room full of people applauding his return the first person he looks for is her. (it gives me the best chills every time)

AND FINALLY THE MOMENT THAT HAD ME SHIPPING THEM:

I love this on so many levels. I love how witty and sarcastic he is. How sincere. This is the scene that made me realize (amidst the X/V "tell me the truth" debacle in IF) that Jack has always been weirdly open with Violet. He wears his intentions on his sleeve. She never second guesses his motives until *this moment* because she's already in the middle of second guessing everything the other love interests (Dain and Xaden) have done towards her. While this scene felt out of character in comparison to the rest of the series, I personally choose to believe that he's being genuine and open with her. Because the last thing she's anticipating is the truth and it catches her- and us as the readers- completely off guard

Also I know general fandom consensus is that he did this to protect his double-agent venin status. However, as i've said before I'm a die hard believer that Nolon succeeded at mending Jacks soul for a short time but ultimately it's Jacks' greed for power that continues to push him towards veninism.

[prettypei]

plot: them with a popular! chubby! fem! s/o; fluff!

reader: chubby! popular! fem! Reader

characters: yuuta, maki

warnings: mentions of fatshaming/homophobia, reader is sassy, mild spoilers for culling game arc (?, spoilers for jjk s2, use of Japanese honorifics, reader and maki are both lesbian in maki's part, a creep in maki's part

a/n: littleeeee bit of a self-insert... I jus wanted 2 write a lil sth LOL, yuuta is 2nd year btw

YUUTA

a little backstory on the reader!! ok soso reader is a 2nd year who's the closest with the first years and in this au you're really close to yuji...you currently maintain a long-distance relationship with yuuta! (let's pretend culling games didn't happen lol)

so let's rewind to the episode where the slice of life is happening (aka the "yuji bf material" ep ACK)

it was just supposed to be the first years but you were in the area too cuz you had just finished a mission, and yuji REALLLYYYY wanted to watch Earthworm Man 4... so you reluctantly agreed to go with them

(ps the first years kinda have a crush on you,, like idolizing ykwim)

so the four of you finished the movie when you recieved a call from your bf

so you talk blah blah blah and you're like "wait, isn't it like 3 am in Africa?" and he replies with a nervous chuckle and a "well,, guess where I am now?" and you literally scream into the phone... okie the fic is down below!!

"You're WHAT?" You screamed into the phone. "(name)-senpai, please shut up." Megumi deadpanned. "sorry, megumi. BABE, YOU'RE WHAT?" "Babe?" The three underclassmen shared a confused look. "Wait, you're here? Like in front of the movie theater? I don't see-WAITHOLYSHITISTHATYOU-" The three of them turned heads to see the direction you were waving in. "(name)!" Yuuta yelled excitedly. "O-okkotsu-senpai!" Megumi said with a surprised look on his face. "Who's he?" Nobara whispered to you, giving yuuta a weird look. "Show some respect." Megumi hisses while glaring at Nobara. "Ah, it's fine!" Yuuta smiles at all of them. "I'm just here to visit my wonderful girfriend!" "Girlfriend?" The three underclassmen feign a shocked expression as Yuuta squishes your cheeks together. "(n-name) has a boyfriend?!" Yuji squeaks. "Don't forget honorifics, it's disrespectful!" Megumi scolds once again, but he's the most surprised one of them all. "I thought you were single!" Nobara pouted. "Well, I'm not. Y'all ain't got a chance with me anyways." You smirked while giving Yuuta a peck on the cheek, leaving him flustered. "Awww... but I wanted to ask (name)-senpai out..." Yuji mumbles. "What?" Suddenly the atmosphere became cold and dark, and yuuta was glaring at a certain someone. "I-I mean-I thought-" Yuji stammered. "Yuu, babe, let's go. Let's go watch Barbie!" You insisted, pulling on his sleeve. "Okay, sure!" Yuuta's entire face lightens up as you pull him into the cinema. "O-Okkotsu senpai sure is scary..."

MAKI

reader is a 2nd year in this too :3

soooo maki is really like NOT open at all about your personal life, it's not that she's embarrassed of you it's just because she doesn't want others to stress her out about marriage, vows... she just wants to live the present

but that doesn't mean that she doesn't wanna share you with her closest friends though! And she's going to... but she keeps forgetting.

so basically you, maki and nobara are having a girl's day out and some creep tries hitting on ya...yk what's gonna happen.

"What do you guys want?" Maki asked you while you guys were lining up for the crepe shop. "I think... strawberry?" "Ohhh I want a blueberry one!" "Okay, I'll line up. You guys can go sit on a bench and rest." "You and Nobara walk to the bench under the tree, chatting excitedly while Maki told the cashier your order. All of a sudden, Nobara stopped talking and narrowed her eyes as a young man walked over. "He-Hello miss?" He asked timidly after tapping your shoulder. "Uh, yeah?" You give him a confused look. "Do I know you?" "N-No... I just wanted to ask for you nu-number...m-mommy...?" He squeaked, fiddling with his hands. At this point, you were beyond disgusted. "What the actual fuck?" You snap. "Get the-fuck-away from me!" "I-I like being degraded..." He whimpers as you push him away from you. "C-Can I get your number...? Promise I'll call you mommy..." "I don't-" "SHHHKKK." A long blade was dug in the bark of the tree behind the man, with only a millimeter to spare. "H-Huh?!" His voice's an octave higher. "Don't you ever touch my girlfriend ever again, scum." Maki growled as she came back with two crepes in her hands. "I-I-I won't! I swear I won't-I'll-I'll never-" "Shut up, little shit." Maki grumbled as she put her hand in yours, the man stumbling away and crying at the same time. "You okay?" Maki asked you with a concerned look. You giggled in response and held her hand tighter. "Love ya."

[generalllimaginesss]

The Good Old Days

I just feel like Jack would be such a good girl dad and this idea popped into my brain.

When Jack had finally decided to take a more backseat position with professional hockey, it was a decision that both him and his wife made. The money was amazing, but when it was becoming evident that the game was taking a toll on Jack’s body, his wife had brought the idea into his head first. Jack wasn’t going to put the stick down easily, but a bad hit to his shoulder made the decision for him. As much as he dreaded not playing anymore, he was excited because that meant he could help coach on the ice, but be more involved with his family.

Him and his wife had 4 girls: Beck, who had just turned 15, Emerson (aka Emmy) who is 13, and Piper and Presley, twins that brought up the rear at 4 years old. The twins were his last hope at a boy, but it seemed that God had a cruel sense of humor and blessed him with even more estrogen in the home.

There wasn’t anything significant going on this particular night, so Jack decided to invite Cole and Alex over to eat some steaks that he had grilled. Which led to what they were doing now, drinking a couple of beers at the kitchen table and talking about the glory days.

In the midst of talking about some of his favorite plays back in the day, a screech abruptly stops the conversation that Cole was carrying on. Alex and Cole look to Jack for reassurance that everything is ok, but all Jack can do is sigh, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Is everything ok with them?” Alex had a worried look on his face as he looked back and forth from where the screech came from, now replaced with yelling, to Jack who continued to massage the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sure we’re about to find out,” Jack groaned as the sound of stomping came from one side of the house, down the hall, and into the living room revealing a furious Beck. She was holding a poster of a young Joe Burrow in his early NFL career, but there appeared to be sharpie scribbled all over it.

“Dad, I told the twins to stay out of my room and look what they did! Not to mention they dropped my brand new eye shadow palate and broke it! They’re such brats and you and mom let them do whatever they want!” Beck was on the verge of tears, and as if on cue the pitter patter of little feet was approaching quickly.

“Daddy, she’s lying! Beck isn’t right!” The twins protested as they prepared to make the case for their innocence.

“Shut up!” Beck shoved Piper who was trying to cover her big sister’s mouth with her hand, but failed miserably.

Alex and Cole were desperately trying to suppress their laughs, as Jack was already giving them a glare as to say “shut up or you’re going to make it worse.”

“Beck, don’t call your little sister brats—”

“See, they get away with everything because they’re your favorites!” Beck interrupted as her tears were beginning to flow freely.

“If you’d let me finish young lady, I was going to get onto them,” Jack put on a more stern voice while talking to his oldest. He had learned early on that the girls would walk all over him if he let them, so he had to stand his ground. Even though every fiber of him wanted to give Beck a hug and kiss on the cheek and high five the twins for the immaculate mustache that Joe Burrow was now sporting, he was the parent and had to control the chaos.

“Piper and Presley Hughes, did your sister ask you both to stay out of her room?” Jack turned his attention to the twins.

“We didn’t do it daddy,” Piper was the spokesperson for the two, but both had the biggest blue eyes that screamed they were innocent.

“Oh really? So why are there sharpie hearts all over Presley’s arms and smiley faces on Piper’s cheeks and forehead?” Jack raised an eyebrow at the little ones.

He watched as the twins looked at the art that each one had decided to draw on themselves, realizing that they had been caught.

“Piper made me do it, Daddy,” Presley’s bottom lip quivered as a tear ran down her cheek.

“Presley made me do it!” Piper quickly followed, tears brimming her eyes as well.

Jack was unsure how he had 3 girls crying in front of him and how in the world he was responsible for them. Being a middle brother didn’t exactly prepare him for the task of being a girl dad, but he was trying his best and learning along the way.

Jack heard a vehicle pull into the garage, signaling that his saving grace, his wife, had arrived home.

“Do we want to get mom involved, or can we apologize to each other and help Sister clean her room?” Jack put the options out for the girls, their eyes growing in worry that their mom would be involved in the little spat between the three of them.

“Sissy, we’ll help clean,” the twins quickly ran from the kitchen to their older sister’s bedroom.

“Dad, they literally just went back into my room without my permission!” Beck whined, apparently choosing the latter decision.

Before Jack could say anything, his wife walked through the door from the garage and sat down her bag that she carried to and from her teaching job.

“I’m home! Alex, Cole, it’s so good to see you both!” She obliviously made her way to give the two a hug, unaware of the ordeal going on in front of her.

“Hey babe,” She kissed Jack on the cheek and then went to give Beck a kiss on the forehead when she saw the poster in her hand.

“What’s this?” She asked, grabbing the poster from her daughter and assessing the damage that had been done to it.

“Your spawns and their idea of fun,” Beck grumbled and made her way back to her room.

“What did I miss?” She asked Jack, confused as to what the big problem was.

“MOM!” Beck’s voice echoed across the house, and Jack was sure that the entire neighborhood could hear it. His wife immediately ran to the source, leaving Jack alone with Alex and Cole once more.

“Should we come back later?” Cole questioned his friend.

“Please don’t leave me,” Jack was partially joking, but Cole and Alex laughed nonetheless.

Jack braced himself once more when he heard footsteps come from the hallway that lead to the girls’ rooms, but once he realized that it was Emmy, his tension eased and he motioned for her to come sit with him.

“Mom is grounding them,” She said, rolling her eyes as she could hear Beck’s protests.

“She’s a lifesaver,” Jack shook his head and grinned.

“You should’ve just had boys, Dad. I’m the only normal one and you know it,” Emmy smirked at her dad, knowing the button to push to put him into defensive mode.

“Why do you all think I have a favorite? I love you all the same!” Jack’s voice raised an octave as he was determined to convince his daughter, and now his friends, that he didn’t have a favorite.

Cole and Alex laughed at Emmy, finding it humorous that she had Jack’s personality, just in a teenager form.

“Emmy, have you studied for your math test tomorrow?” Her mom appeared from the hallway with inquisitive eyebrows and crossed arms.

“Mom…” Emmy groaned, but knew that was her queue to retreat to her room before getting her iPod taken away.

“Jack, we need to work on your discipline skills,” his wife smirked at him as she wrapped her arms around him and replaced Emmy’s spot in his lap with herself.

“Birth control, guys….just use it,” Jack deadpanned.

He joked about it, but he couldn’t picture his life any differently. He had 5 girls that he loved so very much, even if they drove him absolutely crazy sometimes.

“So Jack,” Alex spoke up, “…did Ellen and Jim have a favorite?”

“Oh, most definitely me,” Jack chuckled, but his friends laugh bounced off the ceiling around the kitchen.

“Jack,” his wife stood up from his lap, thumping his ear before she left the room.

“Love you!” He called to her, finding joy in getting on her nerves.

If somebody would have told the three men sitting at the table that this would’ve been their future when they were in their early 20s, they would’ve denied it.

But now that the time is here, they cherish these chaotic nights, knowing one day the house will be quiet, the visits with friends less frequent, and the good old days but a mere unspoken memory.

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Double post in one day? I think so. You couldn’t tell by my writings, but I’m a die hard Quinn fan. I just think Jack would be such a funny dad and I love writing about him like that. Also I have major baby fever right now…..but ANYWAYS. Thanks for reading!!! Please send in request as my good ideas feel like they are few and far between! If you want a specific person or plot, let me know and I’d love to make it come to life through writing!! Winter break just began and I have time!!

[minkkumaz]

A SUMMER WITH YOU

spending your first time with your friend woonhak made you yearn for more time together. you had the whole summer ahead of you, and maybe you wanted to be a little bit more than friends.

THE DAY I MET YOU series

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 6.4k TAGS adults dni. fluff. mutual pining. they're so in love oh my gosh. cocky woonhak for a hot minute. kissing wink wink. TAGLIST @woon2u @lumixen @woonhakist @jungwoning OMI NOTE holy shit i've been absolutely dreading writing this but i finally pulled through SEVENTEEN pages later god i am literally tearing up because i finished. definitely not proofread and i am not sorry for any spelling mistakes.

that night probably changed the entire trajectory of your summer. once you were secure behind your closed curtains, you jumped up and down with pure happiness, before lunging yourself on your bed to scream into your soft pillows. how the hell did you end up getting courage to be so casual with woonhak?

you rolled on your back to stare up at the ceiling, holding his cardigan close to your chest. the scent of it was very prominent, making your face heat up. the whole thing replayed in your head in an endless loop, making you lightheaded trying to think about it. there was something about him.

what if it was the way he looked at you, making you feel as if there was a slight chance he felt the same way? your heart fluttered at the thought of it, unable to hide your smile. sleep came easy as you dreamt about the handsome boy next door.

the morning greeted you with melodic chirps of numerous birds, and the sound of an object hitting against the glass of your bedroom window. wait, what? 

jumping out of bed, you slipped your feet into cozy slippers and approached your curtains to unravel them. as you revealed the outside world, the light made you rub your eyes sleepily in an attempt to adjust. 

in front of you was woonhak, whom you could not stop thinking about last night. he wore a grin on his face and gestured for you to open your window. if you weren’t awake a few seconds ago, you were now.

“morning, sleepyhead. did i wake you?” he asks curiously at your tired figure. though he was entirely trying to keep his cool. it felt like when he met you for the first time, and he was convinced there wasn’t a time that you weren’t absolutely adorable.

“a little, what time is it?” you hum.

“just a bit after eight am. i– i was wondering if you wanted to come over for breakfast! jaehyun is cooking as an apology for making us leave early last night.” his words have underlying desperation. how could you tell him no?

“sounds good, woon, i’ll be over in a sec, kay? just need to wake up a little.” you mumble, moving off into your room without closing the window. in the corner of your eye you saw him running off downstairs like a puppy.

slipping on woonhak’s cardigan, you lazily make your way to the bathroom. once you turn on the tap to splash your face with water, you feel a little more awake. you go throughout the rest of your usual morning routine; brushing your teeth, applying skin care, and using other products to refresh yourself.

ready to go over, you shoot your mom (aka, the less strict parent) a message to let her know you’ll be at the neighbors house for breakfast. she was an early riser, definitely much so in comparison to your dad. and to add onto that, she was much more understanding. 

neither of your parents knew about this mystery boy yet, but it was better to briefly tell your mom rather than your dad. he would probably kill you and forbid you from going outside the house ever.

you crossed over to woonhak’s front door and knocked. there was a little bit of laughing behind the door and what you’d assume to be harmless fighting, before he opened to greet you. “hi– ahm come in!” woon’s eyes immediately darted to the piece of clothing that wrapped you snuggly. the piece of clothing that just so happened to be his.

“thank you for inviting me over woon.” you tell him, toeing off your shoes to set to the side and walk in. “uhm, i also have your cardigan from last night!”

in your attempt to take it off he rushes to pull it back over your shoulder, “no– don’t even worry about the cardigan. it’s still kind of cold, yknow aha… unless you want another sweater i have plenty upstairs but um! for now you can wear it is what i mean…”

“thank you then!” you smile, trying your best not to make him feel awkward.

when he walked alongside you into his kitchen, you saw the familiar faces sitting around a table and passing around plates. the sight was really cute, boys in your previous state were much more mundane when it came to their friendships. it was refreshing to see everyone taking care of one another. because of this observation you realized you never really got all of their names.

“hey, y/n! did you and woonhak have fun last night?” jaehyun, the only one you knew, asked you while wiggling his eyebrows.

“yeah! the party was a lot of fun, i appreciate the invite.” woonhak pulled out a chair for you to sit down next to him. blushing, you take a seat.

“i realized about two seconds ago that i never really introduced these guys properly.” woonhak said.

you sigh with the relief that you wouldn’t have to ask. he pointed to each boy as they waved back at you.

“jaehyun, he’s kind of like the leader of our little friend group. sungho, his shoulders are crazy broad and he’s always planning ahead. leehan, the fish fetishizer. riwoo, the tame one. and taesan, every corner you turn he’s taking a photo.” he explains in one breath, taking a deep inhale afterwards.

“fish fetishizer? really?” leehan rolled his eyes, smirking at woonhak.

“i only speak the truth.”

“oh then you wouldn’t mind me telling y/n about how last night you called us scream–” jaehyun tried before getting cut off by a tater tot being chucked across the table.

“shut up jaehyun! i think that nose bleed went to your head.” woonhak mumbled nervously.

“my bad bro. y/n, don’t mind him he’s a little feisty in the morning.” jaehyun jokes before handing you a plate.

the rest of you talked casually as you ate the (somewhat burnt) food jaehyun prepared. one might think that being in a group with your boy crush and all of his best friends would be awkward, however it was anything but that. they were just as welcoming as woonhak was. having the right people to hang out with wouldn’t be as difficult to find as you initially thought

there was much laughter around the table, and lots of teasing towards woonhak. some things you learned were that they were all trying to start a band called boynextdoor. ironic, right? and that they all had their own distinguished hobbies. each boy extremely unique and likable, but woon was always your favorite.

once breakfast was finished up, you all went in woonhak’s room to hang out some more. he had a lot of basketball related things around, as well as actual basketballs. but what caught your attention enough was the large teddy bear in the corner. you immediately went towards it and wrapped the bears arms around you.

“so, what were you guys wanting to do?” taesan wondered out loud, scrolling on his phone.

“we could hit up the arcade that just opened up down the street! i heard they have really good food in there too.” jaehyun suggested eagerly.

“oh shit, do they have pizza?” riwoo perked up.

“that’s basically criminal if an arcade doesn’t have pizza, so they better.” woonhak claimed.

“i think it would be fun! i enjoy arcades.” you beamed at the idea, having not been to an arcade in awhile.

following your minor discussion, a gameplan was decided. you would all go home to get ready, then meet up in about half an hour to leave for the arcade. once it was settled, you left them to run back to your house.

it didn’t take very long for you to get ready. you hastily dug through your closet to find something nice to wear, holding up the different options to your body. you settled on something casual and comfortable to get you through the day.

a mixture of feelings stirred in your stomach as you walked down the stairs, and left back over to woonhak’s house. all of his friends were very kind and welcoming to you, it was a breath of fresh air. this made you smile to yourself before knocking on the door again.

woonhak gave you a familiar up and down look when he opened the door.

“hi! have we met before?” you joked, playing with the hem of your top.

“maybe we have, maybe we haven’t.” he played along, gesturing you to come inside. you ran up the stairs, quickly met with the boys you were with not too long ago. 

riwoo and leehan were doing god knows what, laughing like crazy people. you grinned at jaehyun’s confused expression before woonhak appeared behind you once again.

“y/n’s ready! let’s head out.” he grinned, putting two hands on your shoulders to shake you lightly. 

“is it far?” you turn your head to look at the boy, underestimating the proximity of your faces. he lets out a sudden exhale that brushes against your eyes, making you blink. the rest of the boys watched silently, holding back a laugh at the awkward moment.

“um– it isn’t that far, right guys?” he stammers.

“totally not far at all pshh”

“just a ten - fifteen minute walk yeah.”

the boys murmured over eachother as the two of you pulled away, your red face continued to deepen. everyone paraded out of the bedroom in an instant while you tread on the heels of woonhak. it’s not like you guys haven’t gotten super close before. all things considered, you kissed him on the cheek. so why was it different now?

you paid it no mind, instead trying to replace your thoughts with eagerness to spend the day playing games and eating yummy food. 

as soon as you got to the arcade, your vision was immediately swarmed with glow in the dark lights and the booming sound effects of video games. there were colorful stars lining up the carpet and a handful of kids running around, drunk on energy.

there was a chorus of ‘wow’s’ from the group, woonhak enthusiastically pointing at some of his favorite games while jaehyun was hopping around him. their bond was noticeable, puppy on puppy behavior if you had to compare it to something. 

tables and chairs were placed around a certain part of the scenery, where the smell of food wafting through the air became obvious that it was the food court. riwoo yelled over the noise to alert the rest, saying something about how good the food looked.

the loudness gave you the slightest bit of a headache, but you tried to ignore the discomfort in a futile attempt.

“you okay?” woonhak asked, getting eerily close to make sure you hear him.

“yeah! my head just hurts a little bit, this is definitely a lot louder than the party!” you shrug it off, not thinking much of it since you assumed it would pass.

“no worries! here, would this make it better?” he scavanged through his pocket before pulling out an airpods case. you examined him, puzzled at how they would help. 

woonhak pulled your face a little bit closer, pushing a pod into each of your ears, holding his hands over them for a second before letting you go. there was significant noise cancelling, making everything slightly quieter. 

“better?” he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear that was caught in the ear bud.

“yes.. thank you.” you nodded timidly.

by the time you went to look around for the remainder of the group, they seemed to be all at their respective games. riwoo and sungho were head to head in a game of mario cart, using their whole bodies to turn the steering wheel.

“guess it’s just us then? what do you want to play?”

“we can do whatever you want to do! weren’t you looking at the basketball game?” you try to think back to what he was pointing at, but his face lights up telling you your answer.

“if you want to see me absolutely dominate then i’d love to take you over to basketball.” he brags, wiping imaginary dust off his shoulders.

“let’s see if you can live up to that then, yeah?”

“you’re on.” he holds his hand out for you to grab, and you take it with confidence. you giggle as he drags you over to the basketball game, excited to show you his talents.

“watch the pro handle it! if i beat the highscore you owe me a favor coupon.” woonhak smirks, swiping the card against the reader and handing it to you before the timer begins.

“and if you don’t, i get one! so you better win before i make you do something stupid like kiss jaehyun.” you light - heartedly threaten, amused at the shivers woonhak visibly gets.

the bright red numbers count down to zero, initiating the game to start. woon swiftly grabs each basketball and chucks it into the basket. most of them make it with nothing but net, making you doubtful of the little bet you guys enforced.

the counter continued to rise as you watched in horror, as he was unexpectedly really good the game. fortunate to him, he got one last point that secured his high score. tickets poured out of the machine while he cockily looked back at your wide eyes.

“oh my goodness i won!” he smiled, ripping the tickets from the feeder. 

“okay maybe i underestimated you a little bit, that was actually really impressive.” you complimented, clapping lightly.

“i impressed you?” he blushed, biting back a huge smile.

“don’t make me take it back woonhak!” you said, making him laugh at your response. he pushed the pile of tickets in his hands into a complimentary bag they gave upon purchasing your credits.

“let’s see what game you’re good at now! your turn to pick the game.” discussed with you, slinging the bag back over his shoulder.

“can we try stacker so you can watch me beat the high score as well?” you declared.

“hey, for the record we don’t get a bet for this one! i already beat you fair and square and my favor coupon is looking real nice in my head.” 

“then– if i win you have to win me something from the claw machine!”

“pft, i’d do that for you anyways, y/n.” he poked your cheek before walking away from you to the stacker game. where’d all this random courage from him come from?

once you got to the machine, you were focused enough to happily say that you were able to keep your word as you quickly beat the game. a few passerbys gaped at you surprised. arcades weren’t normally something you went to all the time, but when you did, you had a history with the stacker machine.

blue blocks moving side to side became written in your brain cells while you put on a spectacular performance. a large ‘jackpot’ sign flashing on the screen.

“guess i’ll be walking out with a stuffed toy, right?” you hold your hands behind your back, looking up at woonhak cheekily.

“guess you will.” he exaggerated a sigh, trying not to dwell on how cute you looked right now.

“there’s one just around the corner that i saw when we were coming to this one. it had a lot of cute plushes, can we try that one?”

“you have too much faith in me.” he complained, walking with you to the crane of your dreams.

pastel sanrio plushies littered the floor of the bottom, with a large claw towering over it. your eyes sparkled as you stared at the one you wanted, immediately jumpy.

“woon i think i might explode, this yellow cinnamoroll is so precious!” you awed, making your plushie obsession quite obvious.

“i’ll try to get it  for you using my magic skills.” he teases, pressing the card into the reader. music started playing and he wrapped his hand around the joystick, focusing carefully on the one you wanted.

the claw unfolded, grasping the edge of the stuffed animal before closing on nothing, leaving you empty handed for the time being.

“trust me i’ll get it the next time!”

approximately twenty - two more attempts later, woonhak finally got you the plushie. you were practically sleeping over the machine until you felt it shake, as something dropped down the bottom. he placed it in your arms while you got all of your energy back to smile ear to ear.

“oh my gosh after the eighth attempt i didn’t think it would happen!” you expressed your doubt.

“hey i told you i’d get it. a promise is a promise, right?” 

“thank you, woon! i really love it.” you hugged him, your cinnamaroll still in your hands behind his back. 

he was tall enough that his head rested comfortably against the top of your head. you would’ve stayed like this for longer if you didn’t hear the call of your names over the ambiance of the arcade. the two of you pulled away shyly, seeing jaehyun wave you both over.

“guys! we’re about to order food, taesan is looking for a booth for us.” jaehyun called out as you approached him.

“damn riwoo must be really hungry.” woonhak kid around.

“don’t mess with riwoo and his appetite, he’ll probably order two whole pizza’s.”

all of you joked while finding the other four boys seated at a booth. the server had just left, leaving room for all of you to squeeze into the leather seats. you sat in one of the corners with woonhak, sungho settled next to you. 

“you already ordered?” jaehyun asked.

“yeah we just got three pizzas and some chicken wings. that cool?” riwoo informed you guys since you had just gotten there. 

“pizza sounds great. i’ve been craving it ever since you mentioned it at the house.” you added.

“it’s not really busy over here so they said it should come out quick.” leehan mentioned.

there was busy conversation amongst you all while waiting for the food to come out. you heard the tales of how sungho apparently ‘destroyed riwoo’s sorry ass’ in mario cart while leehan was casually playing frogger by himself the entire time. 

and apparently, jaehyun wiped all his credits on the spin wheel games that he settled for watching taesan play fruit ninja for the past two hours. you happily bragged your stuffed animal that woonhak won you, ignoring the smirks and wiggling of eyebrows they all gave him.

as the grumbling of everyones stomachs got louder, all of the food came out just on time. sungho helped clear the table to make room before everyone immediately began digging in.

laughter was shared over the shit ton of food that riwoo ordered, as well as a small debate whether pineapple actually belonged on pizza or not (and you stood proudly on the pineapple side, because there’s nothing wrong with a little sweet on a banging savory dish). 

yet in between all of this, the food was gone as quickly as it came. a second round of wings as well as some dessert was ordered, but you just leaned back completely full. seeing riwoo and leehan absolutely obliterate the menu was funny to watch, but nothing you’d be able to do yourself. 

“what do you mean you’re not as good at fruit ninja as i am?! i beat the high score like twice!” taesaen argued with jaehyun.

“okay bro, but i’m just saying if you had let me get behind the screen i would’ve devoured you!” jaehyun scoffed playfully.

you watched their argument, barely noticing the yawn that left your lips.

“are you tired already?” woonhak looked at your half - lidded eyes.

“a little bit. standing there watching you fail miserably at the claw machine tuckered me out.” 

“um– here.” he pat his lap gently, “you can lay down– only if you want to i know you’re tired and i think we’ll be sitting here for awhile so–” you cut him off by letting your head fall against his lap, the rest of the boys too caught up in conversation to notice.

“thank you woon.” you spoke sleepily, staring at him through your eyelashes.

“of course..” his words wobbled, feeling tense at the closeness.

and while normally you’d be freaking out, you were too exhausted to care. you found amenity with the slight touch of the skin below his shorts against your head. it made you feel close to him, immediately being lulled to sleep.

the boy above you could only stare at your sleepy expression, making you look more perfect than you already were. he let his hand cup the side of your face to prevent you from slipping off, slightly intertwined with your hair.

you lay like this for a bit, clutching the soft yellow fur of your plushie to your chest. woonhak thought that you made something so mundane like sleeping look so beautiful. you cuddled your cheek into his hand unknowingly. making him grin.

nobody around the two of you noticed how long you’d been asleep for until sungho’s hand brushed against your shoe that was closely curled up against the rest of your body. in an attempt to apologize he realized you weren’t awake, and woonhak was too caught up staring at you.

“you look kind of creepy staring at her woonhak.” sungho’s words snap woonhak out of his intense gaze.

“what? i wasn’t i was just zoning out a little.” woonhak rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.

“oh my god you were totally staring at her! you like her, right?” jaehyun shouted, making woon quickly cover your ears in the case you woke up and heard.

“dude!”

“you’re like leehan when he’s staring at his fish, so i’d be crazy to think you didn’t like her.” taesan chimes in from across the table.

“how did she fall asleep anyways? i’s really loud in here.” riwoo mumbles with a full mouth.

“she was just tired. it’s starting to get late so we should dip soon.” woonhak suggested.

there was a simultaneous agreement around the table, so everyone began to clean up and pay while you still slept soundly. 

“are you gonna wake her up?” leehan asked woonhak as everyone else started to get out of the booth.

“ah– i don’t want to bother her.” he thought to himself for a moment, before getting an idea. “actually leehan can you help me get her on my back? i’ll just carry her back home it’s not that far away anyways.”

leehan nodded with approval, helping get you on woonhak’s back. woon moved your arms around his neck and held you by the scruff of your knees. once you were properly settled, he followed the rest of his friends out of the loud interior of the arcade.

“woonhak!!” jaehyun whined, “you’re so cute why don’t you carry me around like that.”

“sleep with one eye open, jae.”

you felt your body bouncing up and down slightly with every step woonhak took. the boys conversed while walking down the sidewalk, as it became more audible the more awake you became. as your eyes stirred open, you felt fluffy hair tickling the side of your face. which now you reallize was woonhak’s.

the crook of his neck was warm from you resting your head there, and the breeze was light in the air. you squeezed your hands tighter around him, letting out a quiet hum.

“you awake?” woonhak whispered as you let out a muffled ‘mhm’ into his shoulder.

“was i asleep for long..?” your voice was a bit cracky from just waking up.

“probably for like an hour? we left ten minutes ago, i’m surprised you didn’t wake up while i tried getting you on my back.” he explained to you.

“oh my– i’m sorry woon you should’ve woke me up!” you became more awake now, feeling embarrassed.

“y/n it’s fine! i really don’t mind at all. we’re super close to the house so just hold on for now, yeah?”

“hh okay…”

you let woonhak carry you back to your shared street, holding yourself close to him in order not to fall. he felt the rise an fall of your chest against his back, making him aware that he wouldn’t of done this for anyone but you (maybe jaehyun if he begged hard enough).

and when the houses grew near, you found yourself disappointed of another night coming to an end. you didn’t want to leave him, hoping that these nights could last forever and ever. 

pulling up to the familiar grass spot in between your houses, he gently lowered you back on the floor. though he made sure to hold you in case you stumbled. 

“this feels familiar. almost like we did it last night too.” you pointed out.

“let’s hope it doesn’t feel repetitive for the rest of the summer.” 

“right.. thank you again for tonight woonhak, it was nice to properly meet all of your friends and whatnot.” 

“what can i say? you’re apart of the group now.” he answered, putting his cold hands in the pockets of his varsity jacket.

“i’m glad to of been welcomed so quickly, i really like hanging out together.” you mentioned. 

“then i’ll see you tomorrow with something new to do, y/n.” 

woonhak watched as you walked back into your house once again, a sight that he hoped he would get used to for the rest of the summer. or preferably, the rest of forever.

everyday beyond this point you hung out with woonhak and his friends. they welcomed you into their daily activities and random nonsense, making you feel optimistic for the future. and over time, you became a lot more comfortable around all of them.

you bonded with the boys a lot, and some of the times they would side with you over woonhak to see him get mad. shooting him with waterguns when the sun was barely rising over your homes, pulling harmless pranks like zip - tying the spokes of his bike to the chain stay. just a lot of stupid things that helped you grow closer to the group.

playful teasing always ensued between you and jaehyun, meaningless arguments over who woonhak loves more. and despite all fun and games, it has always been you. ever since you moved next door it has never stopped being you.

maybe love was stupid, how quickly it can change people. however the feelings he had for you didn’t change him, rather make him a better version of himself. 

not only did the relationship between you and the other boys grow, there was something about you and him that would always be special. woonhak was extremely driven by physical contact, it was evident with him and jae. 

so even in the least romantic situations like hugging tightly against his back to shield yourself from water balloons, it made both of your hearts flutter.

one month into summer and you wouldn’t trade it for the world. you woke up on a slightly hotter morning, sweating from your room feeling like an oven. on your nightstand, your phone was already blowing up from texts from the groupchat and a couple messages from jaehyun saying he’s leaving the group chat forever (but he usually came back in the span of ten minutes after taesan re - invited him).

you opened your window to get some fresh air, adjusting your curtains so they’d stay tied to the side of the frame. across the way, woonhak was doing something on his computer that you couldn’t bother to pay any attention to.

 quickly going to your nightstand to unplug your phone, you shot him a text message.

‘come to the window woonie poopy!’

back at the window frame, you leaned on it with your elbow while waiting for woon’s phone to light up and him to come give you attention. he gave a quick glance to his phone, seeing your name pop up and immediately smiling.

he pulled off his headset and lifted his window open to greet you, “good morning sleepy head.”

“pleasure to see you too, woonhak. do we have any plans for today?” you ran a hand through your messy hair, trying to flatten it a little bit.

“nah not as a group. leehan is busy cleaning up his fish tank today, that’s how you know it’s getting real. sungho and jaehyun are playing video games together right now, i see them both online. for the rest i have zero clue.” he explains everyones plans.

“damn i have nothing to do today then.”

“actually i was thinking we could hang out in a bit. maybe just me and you..?”  he offered. 

“that sounds really nice woon. figure out a plan and i’ll go over to you!” you exclaimed, rushing to go get ready. 

when you got to the bathroom, you quickly did your morning routine, not to keep woonhak waiting. the slightest bit of toothpaste dribbled down the side of your mouth while you fought with the jammed cabinet, trying to get out your deodorant. 

once you were finished with everything, you applied little bits of makeup and put on your jewelry that would match with the outfit. you ended up settling with a cute tank top and some of woon’s little boy shorts you stole last time you were at his house.

the fit was complete and you were out the door. the sun felt warm against your skin, swiftly disappearing once you were under the awning of his porch. you left three gentle knocks before you heard someone coming down the stairs to open the door.

“jeez you got ready quick, you ready to go?” he joked.

“wait where are we going anyways, do i need a jacket?” you looked at the light jacket woonhak was wearing over his t - shirt.

“i don’t think so, this is just for the aesthetics. we’re going to the mall, i’ll buy you breakfast there?” he tells you.

“ouh breakfast! can we go to that one spot next to the pasta place in the food court? they have really yummy breakfast burritos.” your stomach grumbled at the thought, he nodded with a laugh. 

woonhak pulled his bike from the garage while you happily sat yourself on the back, holding tightly to his waist like the first time you guys met.

“i think you should invest in a bike soon since we use them so much.” woonhak mentioned while starting off in the direction of the mall.

“are you trying to get me off your back? literally.” you giggled at your own joke.

“i’d never get rid of you i’m just saying!” he tried defending himself.

“whatever whatever, maybe for christmas?”

the ride to the mall was slightly longer than your usual bike ride, but you and woonhak talked so much that it barely felt like five minutes. he had that effect on you, making time pass like crazy. he parked at a nearby bike rack and locked up before coming back to you.

like all shopping centers, it was filled with the rustle and bustle of people carrying multiple bags on their arms. you ran ahead of him towards the food court, craving absolutely anything. 

“woon it’s right here!” you pointed at the sign, waiting for him to catch up.

“just a breakfast burrito right? i might get a pancake combo plate, i’m kind of hungry too.”

“yup! i heard the pancakes are really good here, promise to share a bite with me?” you plead.

“i guess i could give you a little.” he pretends to be annoyed while you’re just beaming with joy.

at the counter he orders while you search for a table nearby, most of them are occupied even though it’s pretty early in the morning. luckily your eyes land on an empty one,�� so you seat yourself to wait for him.

woonhak comes back with a tray that holds both of your meals, and you melt at the smell of it growing closer. he places your food in front of you before sitting on the chair.

“thank you woon!” you unwrap the foil from your burrito in awe.

“don’t mention it. here, you can have the first bite.” he cuts into the pancake with his fork, getting a little bit of the whip cream, “say ahh.”

you opened your mouth slightly as he drew the fork to your lips, biting down on the soft batter. as soon as you tasted it your eyes immediately lit up.

“oh my gosh we might have to trade.. this is the best thing i’ve ever tasted.” you practically melt in your seat.

“no way! i didn’t even get to try it yet!”

“okay fine fine, this burrito is just as good.” you pout.

“wait y/n– you have something on your face hold on.” he takes the tip of his finger to wipe a bit of whip cream from the corner of your mouth suddenly, “all better.”

“ahm– thank you…” you thank him sheepishly, darting your eyes away from his.

“it was nothing, let’s eat?”

the two of you began to casually eat your meals, making more talk in between bites. he kept telling you how good the pancake was to tease you, and you might’ve gotten a few more pieces from him after the slightest bit of begging. how could he say no to you?

when you were all done and your stomach’s felt full, you both ventured off into many different stores and browsed through a variety of items.

woonhak spent a decent thirty minutes trying on hats and sunglasses, while you accepted or denied them like you were on tinder. you took many photos of him for memories, laughing together at the stupid point fives you got.

there were also a couple cute outfits you scanned through, woon insisting that he grab something to match because it would be cool. wasn’t that something that couples normally did? you didn’t care much as you two did look really nice side by side.

“that dress looks good on you.” he blushed as you twirled around in front of a mirror.

“you really think so? i don’t know if blue is my color.”

“well for the record it’s one of my favorite colors and you definitely do it justice.”

store after store you ended up with more bags, exhausted from the weight of it all. but as long as you were with him you could learn to ignore all of it.

but there was something that made him uneasy the closer the end of your hangout became, and you couldn’t really figure out why. he fidgeted with his fingers, fixated on you.

“woon there’s a photo booth over there! we should go check it out before we leave yeah?” you tug his arm towards the white machine with a curtain. his heartbeat quickens.

placing your bags outside of it, you move the curtain and climb inside, immediately seeing you and woonhak’s face show up on the screen.

“hmm two strips for five dollars, i think i have a five dollar bill in my wallet actually hold on!” you rummage through your wallet.

“ah– it’s just five dollars i can pay for it, don’t worry.”

“but it was my idea, plus you paid for my breakfast this morning i swear it’s fine.” you furrow your eyebrows, holding the corner of the bill in your hand.

“oops i already put it in.” he slid the money into the slot before a timer popped up, it was too quick to complain so you just set your wallet to the side.

the first photo, you and woon did peace signs, making silly faces towards the camera. the next one after that the distance between the two of you became slightly closer to get the pose right, your thigh touching his.

you intermingled your arms, squeezing eachothers faces cutely to make fish faces. the action makes both of you laugh.

“leehan would like that one.” you emphasized the after shot on the screen before the timer moved back.

“if you show him a photo of me as a fish he might fall in love with me, i don’t know though.” he insisted, making you shove him playfully.

“just hurry up and pose for this next one.”

woonhak smiled big for the camera, leaning his head to touch yours. you smiled as well, feeling a wave of euphoria rush over you after seeing both of you grin so big next to eachother.

in the short moment you pondered what to do next; a hand heart, finger guns? woonhak tapped your leg to get your attention, making your head turn to look at him, faces adjacent.

“uh– can i tell you something, y/n? and you promise you won’t get mad?” he stuttered, his hands gripping onto the hem of his jacket sleeves. “mad? why would i get–” fingertips found their way to the sides of your face, holding you gently, palm barely ghosting over your cheeks. woonhak leaned in to kiss you, lips finding yours perfectly. you both closed your eyes, embracing the sense of familiarity that you felt against him. 3… 2… 1… snap!

the kiss lasted no more than those long three seconds, but the spark in between felt so real. when he pulled away, you heard the sound of your film dispensing outside of the machine. you looked at him with a flushed face, mouth slightly agape.

“i really like you, y/n. and spending time with you this summer has just proved that so much more for me. am i stupid to think that you might like me too?” he confesses, hands still cradling your face.

“woonhak.. no you’re not stupid at all i– i really like you too.” you smile, feeling the pressure of your crush get a little lighter.

“you don’t know how glad i feel to hear you say that holy shit.” he kisses you again and again.

“i almost would’ve told you myself if things didn’t speed up.” you giggled at the feeling of his lips on your cheek. "does this mean i can use my favor coupon to get you to be my girlfriend?"

"of course i'll be your girlfriend, woonhak, it's no favor."

“oh my gosh.. we need to tell the boys they’ll freak out!” he realizes.

“jae will probably cry out of jealousy.”

“yeah no he’ll definitely start crying.” he laughs, trailing his hand down to yours to lace your fingers together. 

woonhak pulled you out of the booth while you picked up your things. he immediately came back to your side with two strips in his hand

the photos held a memory the two of you would never forget. three photos above showing a fond relationship between friends, and the last photo showing something a little more.

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THE DAY I MET YOU series

[seireitonin]

Hey love! What about mid twenties Toby with a enemies with benefits 20yo female? 👀

(Also what’s your thought on hoodie x masky x toby x reader, Aka like the proxies sharing a s/o? 👀)

~love turbo

To answer the poly proxy question I’m indifferent to it. I’m not poly so it doesn’t do much for me personally but to those who enjoy it I’m happy for them :3 also I assume enemies w benefits is NSFW so I’ll mark when the nsfw part starts so minors can stop reading and anyone who doesn’t wanna read nsfw can stop reading too :3 anyways onto the hcs:

🪓25 y/o Toby w a fem enemy w benefits in their 20s🪓

After Toby and Clockwork broke up he became more isolated

He became a lot more angry and antisocial after that

The one woman he was able to get he fumbled somehow

So when he hears someone new is joining their “group” he’s instantly annoyed

That doesn’t change once he meets you

Toby was obnoxious and mean before

But since you’re a girl and he’s just mad at everybody rn, he’s even ruder to you

It’s because he’s attracted to you and he doesn’t know how to deal with those feelings

(Fucking looser)

He didn’t think he’d be attracted to anyone but Clockwork and he feels weird about it

Says the meanest things to you

You’re no doormat though and you say the meanest things back to him

Nothing is off limits

And I mean nothing

“You look so fucking ugly today”

“I look prettier than your sister though”

That’s the sentence that starts a fight between the two of you

I mean a real screaming match

Everyone can hear it even when you take it outside

Now Toby would never fight or hit a woman he loves or cares about especially if they’re weaker than him and unable to defend herself

He’s not his father and never will be

Good thing he hates you and you’re both great at fighting

You both get into a physical altercation

Toby goes wild and so do you

You’re so fucking sick of him basically bullying you

And he’s so sick of being so attracted to you

God even when you guys are fighting you’re so hot

When you’re both finished you keep screaming at each other

“What the fuck did I do to you, Toby?! Huh?!”

“Fucking annoy me with your presence. Fucking bitch”

He mutters the fucking bitch part under his breath

You heard it though

“Say that again I dare you”

He gets directly in your face and looks you in the eyes with his pretty brown ones

“Fucking. Bitch.”

You glare at each other

And then Toby kisses you hungrily

You kiss him back

“What happened to me being ugly today?” You say on his lips

“Shut up and be honored that I’m even kissing you right now”

You both violently make out all the way upstairs to his bedroom

⚠️ NSFW MINORS DNI⚠️

(Seriously don’t)

Just like everything else about Toby sex is rough and brutal

Even more so since he really really hates you

He hates how attractive he finds you

He goes hard and rough on you

And he hates how good you feel

Since his job includes him running around and stuff he has infinite stamina too

He comes to your room often

Like every day and night often

Taking out his shitty days on you

Taking out his loneliness on you

Hates how much he loves your touch

He’ll still say rude shit during sex too

“Fucking is all your good for”

“Same to you, Toby”

“Bitch”

“Fucking looser”

There is nothing romantic about this

And there never will be

And you’re both fine with that

You’re each others outlets

Hates how pretty you look as he pounds you into the bed

You hate how attractive he is as he does it

When he’s done there’s no cuddling or aftercare

He just leaves

You didn’t want him around anyway

You hate each other

And you both love it

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Spoilers for Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

I haven't actually finished the game but I was thinking, what if Zelda never returns to being a hylian and just remains a dragon forever? Who would be the next in line for the throne?

That's right.

Link. Why?

1. Link is from a long family of knights and one of the only known and confirmed nobles in the game

2. Link is one of the only people in Hyrule to know many classified secrets of the royal family (especially if he regains all his memories from his time as Zeldas personal guard and whatnot)

3. Link has saved and aided all of the different tribes on multiple occasions and united them under him.

4. He has personal friendly relationships with all the tribes leaders aka the chiefs and Zora king

5. Link is pretty good as descalating conflicts and finding middle grounds

6. Link is cononically just as compassionate and lovable as Zelda is and would be beloved as Prince

Theres more but I think you got the picture. Just imagine Prince Link, uncomfortable about this turn of events but willing to do what is best for his people.

So I propose a plot for the new DLC: Of course theres a new Big Bad (maybe a sorcerer like Vaati or something) who makes themselves a castle of thier own in the Depths and is trying to take over hyrule but in a different way than we've seen before. Sure they still create monster and cause havoc but they also do political stuff like scandal and slander

Link gathering alliances with the people of the different tribes and trying to clear his name after he's been framed for crimes he did not commit maybe? He, that doesn't really fit the vibe with what I'm going for, but what if the new Big Bad tried to make the people of Hyrule like him more and use thier love of him as a way into power?

Maybe disasters keep happening and the new guys servents/knights keeps saving the day but things keep getting worse and worse. Maybe there could be a new game mechanic where there's a ward or talisman that stops dark magic/ evil entities from entering the city and most of the disasters in that area stopping entirely and when the servent/knight tries to enter the city they hit a magic barrier and it sounds like a mosquitoe getting zapped by a bug zapper and they scream, revealing themselves to be a monster who had been the one causing all the disasters in the first place. The civilians freak out and the monster flees.

Link and the sage of that area believed in Link the whole time/was suspicious of the servant/knight follows the monster with Link and they find a maze like nest the monster has created

Cue dungeon

Cue boss battle

Rinse and repeat for all the sages people (maybe there are some previously unknown Zonai survivors that Minaru is awed and excited to find and she takes them in idk) maybe they were lost in time or something. Maybe thats where the big bad came from and the the Zonai children interrupted the Big Bads spell and thay wound up in the distant future, the children later running away in confusion and terror. So new tribe and dungeon? Just a thought

DLC features:

1. MASSIVE main quest to renovate the castle where you get to redecorate it however you want. Like you get to choose the furniture and decorations and have things restored to thier former glory. Granted you have to pay for repairs out of your own pocket (taxes can only go so far and thats going towards rebuilding the towns and stuff) and you get to put up your own pictures to replace those torn apart portraits and stuff you see around the castle in BOTW and TOTK. You can put up pictures of Hyrules former royals, the champions, the sages, ect. Or you can go the painting route where someone paints the photos you have on your Purah Pad like in your house in Terry Town. I would buy the DLC just for this to be honest

As you renovate the castle and dig out all the collaped pathways you get new memories of Links time as a soldier and get to see his family as well as memories with Zelda

I would throw so much money at Nintendo just to be able to renovate the castle to my liking. Like, so much you have no idea

2. Link getting a freaking crown and royal armor sets. One for prince and another after he's corinated as king near the end of the game

Armor sets based off of the new and old boss monsters

Armor sets based off of the mini-boss monsters including Gloom Hands (this one looks horrifying btw) and you get some kinda boost from each that represents that specific monster like a Hinox set giving you a food affect boost and Gloom Hands set boosts the power of the Phantom Ganon drops

Maybe a sage set that boosts the powers of the sages a bit

Forest dweller set that increases the durability of wooden weapons

3. Rebuilding the town ruins and creating homes for people all over hyrule like the Deya village ruins and Tabantha ruins and you can do it Lurelin Village style (I loved that side quest it was actually pretty fun)

Anyway, this is me officially releasing this idea to Nintendo it they want it so long as they credit me for the ideas they use from me. They don't even have to pay me (but hiring me would be nice)

Here's a poll to maybe help convince them this is a good idea

@nintendo :)

[dalekofchaos]

My alternate Ghostfaces

Did a post like this before, but thought I'd go more in depth.

Scream 1. I would never trade Billy and Stu for the world, but I do have some scenarios.

Randy and Tatum.

Randy Meeks' motive: He's obsessed with horror movies and was in love with but Sidney wasn't in him. He wanted to make Sidney suffer and get revenge. Also he was planning to blame Billy and Stu.

Tatum Riley's motive:She just wants to kill her cheating boyfriend and all the girls he slept with and to her NO ONE is good enough for Sidney. She doesn't want to kill Sidney, she wants her all to herself. aka Yandere Tatum.

Scream 2.

Nancy is the mastermind. Murphy and Lois the sorority sisters are the people who get their hands dirty. They were OBSESSED with Sidney in all their scenes and they did nothing with them. Their motives would be wanting the famous Sidney Prescott in their Sorority House and for her to die in their Sorority House.

Scream 3.

Milton as the mastermind and Roman and Angelina as the killers.

So here's my little pitch for the Milton story,

Milton is the mastermind. He essentially wants to tie up loose ends. If the story of Maureen gets out, his studio and the Stab franchise is finished. So Milton decides to use his son Roman and his new actress for Sidney to kill all ties to Maureen Prescott, finally ending with Sidney's death. Roman's motive remains the same and Angelina's motive is her cut motive was her being obsessed with Sidney, taking the role of Sidney and wanting to become Sidney.

So I thought of giving Roman a redemption arc. Milton keeping Roman in the dark about how he raped Maureen and when Sidney tells him, Roman is conflicted. Sidney kills Angelina and then Milton has Sidney where he wants her and remarks. That this is like when he took her mother and before anything gross can happen, Roman shoots him dead.

Roman turns himself in and down the line Roman would be the key to helping them in future Ghostface cases while also having Sidney and Roman grow closer as real siblings, almost akin to what Sam and Tara are. Speaking of. Roman could've been what Sam and Tara needed. He knows what they're going through, that inner darkness and especially being related to a monster. He could've also helped resolve any issues between the sisters.

Scream 4.

Jill and Rebecca Walters.

Jill's motive remains the same.

Rebecca’s motivation would be she wants a juicer and more willing victim star to sell out and make significantly more bank while possibly cashing in herself with her story of being “close” to Sidney and the heart break of losing her.

To Jill Rebecca is the mother she never had and the perfect agent any star could ever have. To Rebecca, Jill is the daughter she always wanted and someone who could easily replace Sidney.

Imagine this. She brings Sidney back to Woodsboro. She’s a shady publicist and her motive is to make a profit off of Sidney’s death and make Jill into the perfect victim that will make them both famous.

Now we could have Charlie or even Trevor as killers just to give us 4 killers since Scream 4 lol Jill strings them along, Charlie is obsessed with Jill while Trevor is doing this to be forgiven for cheating. Charlie and Trevor kills the teens while Rebecca kills the heavy adults. In the end Rebecca and Jill kills them and frames them as the killers. Jill would do her self-injury while Rebecca would rush out the door as the screaming witness telling everyone what happened.

Jill doesn’t kill Rebecca. When Jill learns that Sidney survived. Rebecca insists that she lets her handle this.

Much of the same happens but with Rebecca in the Jill in the hospital role. When Sidney hits her with the MRI Sidney says “Rebecca, you’re fired”

The final scene would be for Sidney, Gale and Dewey coming for Jill. Only to see that the bed is empty. Jill is on the run with a promise that she could return to hunt Sidney.

Scream 5. Three scenarios. Either Vince Schneider and Amber, Judy & Wes Hicks or Tara and Amber

Vince and Amber.

Vince's Motive. Embracing his uncle’s legacy and attempting to turn Sam into his partner for her to embrace her father’s legacy. This time, the Macher is the mastermind and groomed Amber to be his partner like Richie did. Amber's motive remains the same.

Making Vince the mastermind could have added an extra layer onto the lambasting of toxic fandom.

Like, Amber could still have 100% been the toxic fan, but you could add on a commentary about how her being as entitled and angry as she was about the Stab movies not doing exactly what she wanted was what allowed Vince to take advantage and groom her into doing what he wanted.

Which is what Richie did too, but adding in a little twist that Vince didn’t actually give a fuck about the Stab movies would have been a nice bit of frosting on top of things.

Sort of like what Mrs Loomis did with Mickey, with how truly terrible people can and do manipulate impressionable kids into doing horrendous things.

The one thing I would change is I would save Dewey’s death for Scream 6 and the big death would be Richie is killed instead of Dewey. We get one moment of Sidney, Dewey and Gale together. Dewey is with the Carpenter sisters. The Vince reveal happens and Vince mortally wounds/knocks Dewey out. Sid & Gale kill Amber while Sam kills Vince.

And Scream 6, same movie but the motives is Ethan and Quinn are Vince’s siblings and Bailey is Vince’s father and we see one more Ghostface, Leslie Macher and it’s the Macher’s revenge against the Carpenters.

And as for Dewey’s death in Scream 6. Bailey kills Dewey. I feel like one cop killing the other would’ve worked better, especially since Bailey is a dark reflection of Dewey.

Judy and Wes Hicks

In Scream 4, we were introduced to Judy. Judy had a past with Sidney back in Woodsboro High. Something about Judy, always seemed off to me. But you know who also had a past with SIdney? Angelina and her cut plotline was Roman’s partner. So imagine this. Richie isn’t the killer, and Amber isn’t the killer. It’s the mother-son duo of Judy and Wes.

Motive. What would their motive be?

Judy is the one who was in love with Billy and wants revenge on Sidney for taking him away. You could still have Sam as Billy’s daughter, because let’s face it that boy was a slut.

Wes could be the second Ghostface instead of Amber. I read a reddit post that suggested that Wes was a bit obsessed with Tara, let’s work with that. Wes is a psycho stalker killing everyone close to Tara so he can have her for himself and plans to blame it all on Sam. Judy killed Dewey to lure out SIdney and Gale after Wes’ killings were not working.

Sidney and Gale kill Judy together while Sam and Tara kills Wes together

Sidenote. If Amber isn’t the killer. She could either sacrifice herself to save Tara or live, the choice is up to you. But if she lives, we get the Core Five!

As for what happens in Scream 6, this video had this idea of Jason being this True Crime esque killer, so yeah do that instead of Richie’s family.

Tara and Amber.

Amber’s motive is a mix of her original motive and Richie’s motive mixed into one. . Tara’s motive would be Sam left her. Her father left her. Her mother is the town pariah who constantly leaves her for work, Wes was obsessed with her and the only guy she liked was stolen from her. Her life was shit and it started the moment that Sam left her. All she had was Amber. They became best friends, shared their love of horror and became girlfriends.

See the rest of my Tamber au for more

Scream 6. Either go with Jason and Greg or even better. Make Sam and Tara the killers.

Jason and Greg was the most interesting thing about Scream 6, SO OF COURSE THEY KILLED THEM IN THE BEGINNING AND REPLACING A TRUE CRIME GHOSTFACE STORY FOR REDOING SCREAM 2, BECAUSE OF FUCKING COURSE! Yeah, I am STILL pissed about Jason, Greg and the Woodsboro subreddit's lost potential.

Sam and Tara.

Fuck it. Melissa wanted to do it and Jenna can do evil good!

Imagine all the attacks on Sam's character and Sam being framed for Richie's murders are all a result of Gale's book. Gale changed the actual story because it would sell more. So Sam decides to get revenge.

Sam does the New York murders and believes she's alone. She's not. Tara is there to make sure Sam succeeds. What Sam and Tara do not realize is their friends are helping them. Mindy helps cover their tracks and Chad is the muscle.

Yes The Core Four are the Ghostfaces in this alternate Scream 6.

One by one Gale's life falls apart. The lies and slander are revealed to all. Sidney outright abandons her and refuses to talk to her. Kirby refuses to help her. "You made your own bed, you're on your own, Gale." And anyone that could possibly help her is dead.

Gale is alone in the Ghostface shrine to confront the consequences of her actions and the monster she created.

One by one, the four of them corner her and then they all mask off.

Sam wears Billy's mask

Tara wears Amber's mask

Mindy wears Jill's mask

Chad wear's Mickey's mask

"You had to know this was coming Gale. All you had to do was write that book about Dewey, but no, you couldn't let Ghostface go, could you? You had to destroy our lives and now you'll pay for it and all the lives you profited off of."

Sam and Tara draw their knife and gut Gale.

They pinned the blame on Quinn Bailey and Ethan Landry.